Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

There is a mountain range in the extreme north of the Daqian Dynasty, stretching for two thousand miles, covered with snow all year round, like a silver dragon spanning the sky and the earth.

This is where the famous Daxueshan Sect in the martial arts world is located.

Daxue Mountain is one of the three major sects of Daqian, with 108 monasteries.

King Kong Temple is one of these 108 temples.

Covering an area of ​​about 100 acres, with red walls and yellow tiles, the courtyards enter one after another, one after another, just like a Buddhist mandala.

In front of the temple are several ancient trees, blocking out the sky and the sun, with tangled branches.

Behind the temple are spiritual pagodas, which are laid out in the direction of the snowy peaks, enshrining the relics of eminent monks from past dynasties.

"Dangdang..."

"Dangdangdangdang..."

The sound of the bell floated in the sky.

The chanting stopped suddenly, and soon, gray-clad monks filed out of the Main Hall, their bald heads as bright as light bulbs.

Hundreds of monks quickly dispersed after leaving the Main Hall, finishing their morning classes and beginning to perform their respective duties.

Some were sweeping, some were practicing martial arts, some were going to the dining hall, and some were fetching water and cutting firewood. The quiet temple suddenly became lively.

The dining hall is especially busy.

There are nine long tables in the spacious dining hall, thirty meters long and three meters wide. The table tops and benches are polished.

Twelve monks were busy carrying the bowls filled with food to the long table, with lids on the bowls to prevent them from cooling too quickly.

They serve and receive the dishes with skill, and they serve and deliver the dishes with great skill, cleanly and extremely fast.

A rugged middle-aged monk was serving rice while shouting: "Fa Ning! Give it to Senior Uncle Yuanzhi... Oh, bring food to Junior Brother Fakong."

Later, his voice weakened and he shook his head with a melancholy look on his face.

"Yes, Senior Brother Faming." A young monk who was as white and fat as Maitreya Buddha agreed and stepped forward with a simple smile on his face.

The rough monk Faming's voice rose again and his eyes widened: "No stealing is allowed on the road!"

"Senior Brother Fa Ming!" Fan Ning's big, white, fat face showed grievance and said dissatisfied: "How could I eat secretly!"

"Hmph, how could you be so fat if you didn't eat secretly!" Fa Ming curled his lips. Fan Ning still wanted to defend himself, so he waved his hand impatiently: "Go back quickly!"

"……yes!"

Faning agreed gloomily, and walked out of the dining hall with a big belly and a lunch box.

"Alas... I still feel that Uncle Yuanzhi is alive." Fa Ming shook his head and sighed.

"It has been seven days since Uncle Yuanzhi passed away."

"The most pitiable thing is Junior Brother Fa Kong. The master who depends on us is gone, and I am left alone in the world. How can I not feel uncomfortable, so I gave him an extra bowl of rice." Fa Ming looked pitiful.

"Now that Uncle Yuanzhi is gone, Junior Brother Fakong should be able to find a more relaxed job, right?"

"Disaster."

"Um--?"

"The Medicine Valley was given to Master Yuanzhi by the temple. Junior Brother Fakong has inherited Master Yuanzhi's mantle. Of course he must inherit the Medicine Valley and continue growing medicine."

"Yaogu is not small. It's okay for two people. Junior Brother Fakong is alone...and his body is too weak. Can he bear it?"

"Sigh... Junior Brother Fakong's qualifications are indeed... If you can get started with Little Arhat Boxing, it won't be so difficult."

"...Senior Brother Faming, what precept did Uncle Yuanzhi break?"

All the monks looked at Monk Faming curiously.

Under normal circumstances, the disciples of Vajra Temple violated the precepts and simply gave up their martial arts and entered the Qingxin Pagoda to face the wall.

Yuan Zhi was deprived of his martial arts skills, but was given a valley to grow medicine.

"Uncle Yuanzhi should be good at medicinal materials. Planting medicinal materials is a waste of merit. ...Stop blabbering and get to work quickly!" Monk Faming waved his hand impatiently.

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Faning left the dining hall carrying his lunch box, with a big belly and thick legs, looking as clumsy as an elephant.

He is actually like a white bear, extremely fast, and his fat body does not affect his speed.

He strode out of the Vajra Temple and rushed down the steps made of ice and snow.

The ice and snow steps were hard and slippery, and he sprinted forward with long strides, but his feet were like super glue, sticking firmly to the steps without slipping.

The gray monk's robe clung to his body and made a buzzing sound, showing his round belly and his momentum was astonishing.

After rushing down more than 200 steps, we turned into a small valley.

As soon as I stepped into this valley, I felt warm as spring.

His fat, white face couldn't help but smile.

There is a round lake about 100 meters in diameter in the center of the valley. The lake is like a round mirror reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

Surrounding the lake are fields, neatly arranged like small square grids, with different medicinal materials planted in each field.

A pinewood hut was built near the fields. In front of the house was a square pinewood table, with a tea stove, teapot and teacups placed on the table.

In the bright sunshine, a thin young monk was carrying water to irrigate the fields.

He was wearing a short gray monk's robe. His appearance was ordinary and inconspicuous among the crowd. He was thin and the two barrels carried on a pole seemed to crush him at any time.

He walked unsteadily among the fields, swaying, water spilled out of the barrel from time to time, and fell into the soil in a trickle.

The front and back of the gray monk's robe were stained with patches of white frost from sweat, as white as his face.

But his expression was focused and peaceful, and his staggering, sweating, and pale face did not diminish his calmness, as if he was not suffering but enjoying.

"Brother! It's time to eat!"

Fanning's tone was full of dissatisfaction. He stepped forward and lifted the pole to his shoulder, as easily as picking up a straw stick.

Taking advantage of the situation, he handed over the wooden box again: "Brother Fakong, how many times have you told me, just leave the water to me!"

"Brother Faning." Fakong smiled, took the lunch box, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's early enough today."

Even though he looked so embarrassed, his expression and behavior were still calm, revealing a leisurely and contented charm.

"Brother, why bother yourself!" Faning said dissatisfiedly.

He carried two buckets of water to the edge of the field in a few steps, poured them into the ditch, and then strode to the lake to continue to fetch water.

Fakong shook his head and smiled.

I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. No matter how tired I am, I have to water on time, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable and awkward.

He sighed secretly.

It's really hard to say the fate between people. Some people are still not in harmony after a long time, while some people hit it off at first sight and have a deep friendship in just a few days.

Faning only sent meals for a few days, and the two of them were like old friends.

In his previous life, he worked hard all the way, from an orphan to a fortune of tens of millions, ups and downs in the business world, and fought hard to carve out a bloody path.

As the saying goes, kindness does not command the army, and righteousness does not command wealth. His heart had unknowingly turned cold, and he felt comfortable getting along with a simple and kind person like Faning.

He came to the front of the house with a lunch box, put it on the pine table, brewed two cups of tea, and waved to Faning: "Junior brother, it's done."

Faning had already carried water six times.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

He was indeed a genius who had trained from the ninth rank to the fifth rank in just two years. Two buckets of water weighing more than 100 kilograms were as light as feathers in front of him, and carrying water was like playing.

"Senior brother." Faning put down the shoulder pole and sat down opposite him, pressing the chair to squeak.

He raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp. Faning still said dissatisfiedly: "Next time, remember to ask me to carry water!"

Fakong smiled and agreed.

Faning could indeed help him, but Faning also had responsibilities and was very busy. How could he feel at ease asking him to help?

He felt that he couldn't always trouble Faning, and this was exactly what Faning was dissatisfied with, thinking that he was too polite.

Fakong opened the wooden box and took out three bowls of vegetables and two bowls of rice.

The three dishes included two meat dishes and one vegetable dish.

Not to mention a plate of beef piled high and a plate of big elbows, even a plate of fried Chinese cabbage was shiny and oily. In his previous life, it was a typical high-fat, high-salt, high-calorie dish, which was extremely unhealthy.

All disciples of the Vajra Temple had to practice martial arts, and they did not give up meat, but had meat for every meal.

As soon as he smelled the aroma of meat, Fakong's stomach gurgled non-stop.

Resisting the urge to pour all the food into his stomach, he chewed slowly.

These three extremely unhealthy dishes were just right for his current body. He had to make his body fat first so that his blood and qi would be stronger.

But this body was born weak, and he would not get fat no matter how much he ate.

"Brother, there are new people in the temple today. We have four more junior brothers. These four junior brothers are all of the best aptitude."

"Congratulations." Fakong chewed a piece of beef and nodded gently.

The stronger the Vajra Temple is, the more benefits he will get as a disciple of the Vajra Temple. It is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree.

The prosperity of martial arts in this world means extreme danger. The Vajra Temple is his best shelter.

"Uncle Yuanming wants to send a new junior brother to help you, brother. I am trying to make Uncle Yuanming change his mind and let me come."

Fakong nodded lightly and put another piece of beef in his mouth.

All the medicinal herbs planted here are precious. The longer the time, the stronger the medicinal power. The medicinal herbs here are at least ten years old.

The original owner was adopted by Master Yuanzhi since childhood and grew up in this medicine valley. Although his martial arts aptitude is poor, he has been taught by Yuanzhi since childhood and is proficient in medicinal planting.

Yuanzhi passed away seven days ago, leaving only him. He is weak and it is really hard for him to manage this medicine valley alone.

It doesn't matter if he is tired, but the loss of medicinal materials is what the Vajra Temple does not want. It is reasonable to send a new disciple to help.

"Alas..., Master Yuanming is really stubborn. No matter how much I beg him, he won't change his mind!" Faning sighed.

"You come to help grow medicine, it's a waste of talent." Fakong smiled and put the beef into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Faning is a fifth-grade master.

In the martial arts world, the martial arts realm is divided into four levels: human, earth, heaven, and god.

Human is to practice essence.

Essence circulates in the body and cannot leave the body to enhance physical fitness. At this stage, it is all about strength, speed and moves.

Martial artists at this level are third-rate masters.

Earth is to practice true qi.

True qi uses meridians as a path. By running a special route, it can temporarily enhance its own strength or speed, and can also hurt people by using objects, and inject true qi into the opponent's body through palms or swords to bruise the opponent's meridians.

Masters at this level are second-rate masters.

Tian Yuan is to practice Gang Qi.

Zhen Qi is Qi, Gang Qi is like water, more refined and pure, and its power is incomparable.

The most important thing is that Gang Qi can leave the body.

It can attack from a distance, and the finger force and palm force can directly leave the body and hit, penetrate into the opponent's body, and hurt the meridians or internal organs.

It can be condensed into body-protecting Gang Qi with special mental methods, which is as tough and dense as cloth. It can not only dissolve the sword or the true Qi Gang Qi on the palm, but also hurt the opponent.

The masters of this realm are called first-class masters and top masters.

The Shen Yuan above these three realms involves the spiritual realm.

They are often people with both talent and opportunity. Occasionally, a flash of inspiration will come, and the heavenly secret will be perfected, and that is a master of the generation.

The world is so big, and there are only a few masters.

As far as Fakong knows, the Great Snow Mountain Sect has its own system and is divided into nine grades.

The human realm is the ninth and eighth grades, the earth realm is the seventh and sixth grades, the heaven realm is the fifth and fourth grades, the spirit realm is the third and second grades, and above the spirit realm is the first grade.

Faning is young, and he has reached the fifth grade after only two years of martial arts training. He is protected by the Qi, which can be said to be a brilliant talent. How can he come to the Medicine Valley to help grow medicine?

This is a waste of natural resources.

"I will definitely ask Uncle Yuanming to agree!" Faning encouraged himself.

He thought to himself.

Senior Brother Fakong not only has a poor body, but also has poor martial arts qualifications. These new junior brothers are all martial arts geniuses with qualifications that are not inferior to themselves, and they will inevitably look down on Senior Brother Fakong.

How can Senior Brother Fakong live comfortably if such people are sent here?

Even if I beat up the new junior brother severely and establish the authority for Senior Brother Fakong, it may not work.

So it is better to come here to help.

Fakong nodded: "Brother, did you start practicing the Vajra Eight Wonders after your Little Arhat Fist reached the eighth level?"

"Yes."

"You stopped practicing the Little Arhat Fist?"

"Master said that you have a strong enough foundation after practicing to the eighth level, and there is no need to practice further. Others stop practicing after the sixth level."

"Didn't a master practice to the tenth level?"

"Master said that Master Miaoling practiced the Little Arhat Fist to the tenth level because of fate, it was God's will, not human power, and it cannot be forced."

"If If you must practice to the tenth level, how long will it take? "

"Master said that if the opportunity is not enough, there is no hope even if you practice for a hundred years. There are several seniors in our temple who have practiced Xiao Luohan Fist all their lives, but they still couldn't practice to the tenth level. It's a pity that they wasted their time in vain. "

Fakong nodded thoughtfully and said with a smile: "Junior brother, you should go back, otherwise Senior Brother Fa Ming will nag again."

"Then I'm leaving, Senior Brother, remember not to carry water!" Faning got up reluctantly and reminded him worriedly.

Although Fakong was weak, he felt like seeing his brother. In his eyes, his weak body was as steady as a mountain.

And Fakong spoke slowly, calmly and gently, which made him feel very comfortable and inexplicably gave rise to trust and dependence.

"Okay, okay, go quickly." Fakong smiled and waved his hand.

After making a tenth salute, Faning turned around and strode away.

Fakong watched him leave with a smile, and continued to eat, thinking about his bizarre experience while eating.

It has been seven days since he came to this world.

Although only seven days have passed, everything in his previous life seemed to have passed for seven years, as if it was just a big dream.