My Attributes Cultivation Life

Chapter 3 Situation

In the alleyway, Zhang Rongfang looked at the direction in which Xiao Qingying and the two left, until they could not see their backs at all, then turned and left.

From time to time along the way, he met disciples who were wearing light blue Taoist robes and white shirts.

Every time he kept stopping, stood aside to clear the way and bowed his head.

In Qinghe palace, disciples are divided into cultivation disciples and labor disciples.

Strictly speaking, handyman disciples are considered temporary workers and can be dismissed at any time.

But practitioners are different, so the etiquette regulations are very strict.

If there is any disrespect, the light ones face the wall and think about their mistakes and do the hardest labor, and the heavy ones can be beaten dozens of times, or even directly thrown down the mountain.

Zhang Rongfang quickly arrived at the washing room, and began to clean up the buckets of dirty clothes brought in with the other ten or so handymen.

Clothes, crowns, flat shoes, high boots, belts, etc., everything that needs to be cleaned will be thrown here.

After working hard for a whole day, it was almost half past ten in the evening before finally taking a rest.

As soon as it was over, Zhang Rong went straight to the Taoist management room with the money in his chest without stopping.

Not long after, when he came out of the management room, his wallet was completely withered, and only a little bit of the two taels of silver he had accumulated for a long time was left.

Heaving a sigh of relief, he looked far ahead.

In the Qinghe Palace at night, oil lamps and candles are lit everywhere.

In the direction of the three main halls and the dojo, there are still subtle chanting sounds. It is not the voice of Taoist priests, but some devout pilgrims staying in the palace to chant sutras.

What I recite is the Infinite Heart Sutra.

Zhang Rongfang walked along the cobblestone path to the student bungalow area at the back.

The sound of evening drums thumping thumping wafts from a distance, and sometimes becomes stronger and sometimes weaker with the sound of the wind.

At the same time, along with the sound of the wind, there was a burst of the smell of barbecue.

Zhang Rongfang swallowed unconsciously. The black-faced steamed buns he ate in the cafeteria in the afternoon were not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

The meals for the handyman disciples consisted of two black-faced steamed buns for each meal, a dish of messy kimchi, and a bowl of egg drop soup that could be seen at the bottom of the bowl at a glance.

A steamed bun is only half a fist, which is barely enough for a person who does not move, but it is not enough for handyman disciples like them who need to do coolies.

Passing by a cloud platform on a cliff, Zhang Rongfang paused, looking sideways from the platform.

There is a black cloud at the foot of the mountain, and the crescent moon above is shining brightly. The mountains in the distance are silent, only the wind howls through them.

Two noblemen dressed in sables were also standing in the right corner of the cloud platform, talking in a low voice, whether it was watching the moon or talking heart-to-heart.

Zhang Rongfang took a look under the light of the Taoist palace, the brown fur of the sable fur reflected slightly under the light, and it was shiny and smooth.

He used to think that the sable fur was purple, but now, he didn't see any purple at all.

"What are you doing here? Don't disturb the lay people!" A group of patrolling Taoists passing behind at this time scolded in a low voice.

The leader among them was tall and strong with a black beard, holding a lantern in one hand and a long stick in the other.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a tiger passing over a mountain, its eyes are burning, and its power is not small.

Zhang Rongfang sighed inwardly. Handyman disciples have no human rights

On the surface, he hastily bowed his head and saluted, the etiquette cannot be lost.

"Yes. I'll be right back." He replied.

The tall and strong Daoist named Qishan is the leading disciple who is on tour during this time period.

Zhang Rongfang met him several times and was quite impressed by him.

This person is over two meters tall, with a thick waist and broad shoulders, and strong limbs. He used to practice sparring in the dojo, and he still had the upper hand in a fight against three.

Taoist Qishan nodded, watching Zhang Rongfang quickly walk towards the bungalow area of ​​the handyman disciples, then he looked away and continued his patrol.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

During the past half month, Zhang Rongfang went to and from the washing room, homework dojo, cafeteria, and the student bungalows every day.

The dry food he ate every day was completely devoid of oil and water, so he didn't feel any signs of accumulating attribute points at all.

You know, every time he accumulates attributes, he can feel a trace of heat gathering in his body.

But once the consumption is too large, this accumulated heat will be significantly weakened.

For more than ten days, Zhang Rongfang had to wash large buckets of clothes every day, and his physical strength was extremely exhausted.

He knew in his heart that he must find a way to get out of this state.

But everything is not without good news. After giving the money, the handyman disciple went down the mountain for the second time, and his name was not included.

This made Zhang Rongfang feel relieved.

Taoism is highly valued in Daling, and if they can go higher in the future, the treatment will be much better.

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed.

Qinghe Palace sent away a group of distinguished guests who came to hold a tea party, and started a new round of selection and assessment of cultivation disciples every year.

Zhang Rongfang saw that there were not many attribute points on his attribute bar, it was still 0, and he realized more and more that he couldn't waste time like this.

But for a while, he didn't have a good idea.

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April 1183.

Zhang Rongfang carried two buckets of clothes and walked along the mountain road towards the drying yard in the back mountain.

The sky is slightly bright, and the entire Qinghe Palace has a rectangular structure. The drying yard at the end is next to the mountain forest and stone wall, and it is located outside the Taoist palace wall.

Except for the Taoists who came to dry clothes, basically no one would come here.

Surrounded by bare woods and piles of pale stones.

Zhang Rongfang took a few steps and rested a few times. On the one hand, the road here was difficult to walk, and on the other hand, the mountain was foggy at this time, and some could not see clearly ahead.

Every time this happened, he heard from the senior sisters in the washing room that there might be monkeys and monkeys from the mountains running out to steal clothes.

So be extra careful.

When drying clothes, someone must be guarded. Zhang Rongfang was lucky this time, and got this relatively leisurely job.

The two buckets of clothes weighed sixty catties, and he had to pick at least fifteen buckets back and forth, which was only part of the clothes.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Rongfang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and prepared to move on.

At this moment, in the mist in front of the left, faint voices could be heard.

"... Didn't come, what's going on? Did she suspect you before?" A young male voice was lowered.

"I don't know. Probably not, she was talking with me last night," another female voice replied with some trepidation.

"Anyway, this time I go to the town to purchase, you are responsible for creating opportunities, this thing, before I leave, put it in her gourd," the male voice said as low as possible.

Zhang Rongfang's heart shuddered. It wasn't the first time he heard someone talking in private, but this time... there seemed to be some problems.

In the Dao Palace, because of the strong wind, once the wind is favorable, the sound from more than ten meters away can be heard to some extent even if it is lowered.

And the parties are often not easy to detect.

Zhang Rongfang stood still immediately, and slowly backed away.

There is usually no one here. Since the other party is secretly discussing such a matter, if he is discovered, the consequences may not be good.

Then he heard some explanations one after another.

He didn't want to take care of this kind of thing, and he didn't have the ability to take care of it, but just when he was about to turn around and leave, a name suddenly entered his ears.

Xiao Qingying!

Zhang Rongfang paused, his eyes flickering.

Pausing for a while, he continued to step back for a while, and then deliberately hummed the scriptures and walked forward while picking up his clothes.

The voice floated far forward, and soon he walked to the position just now, and he really didn't hear the voice.

Apparently, the two people who conceived heard him approaching and left early.

Zhang Rongfang was thinking in his mind as he hurried forward.

He didn't know who the speaker was, but he remembered the voice. In addition, in the speech, it was mentioned that medicine was given when shopping in the town. It seems that Xiao Qingying should be counted against on the way to the town for shopping.

Then as long as she finds out when she will go to town, she can secretly remind her.

After reporting the letter, if something happens, on the one hand, he can repay Xiao Qingying's favor last time;

Zhang Rong didn't change his face, and went to the drying yard as usual, and put all the clothes on the clothes pole with another disciple, pulling and patting them in order.

He didn't report the news right away, but still guarded the drying yard, and ate the dry food black steamed buns he brought here in the middle, and didn't pack his clothes until the sun went down in the afternoon and rushed back.

I have been busy all day, until I finish my homework tonight, when the evening drum is about to sound.

Zhang Rongfang quickly got up from the dojo, and walked towards Xiao Rong who was about to leave.

Xiao Rong is the Taoist preacher who is in charge of the homework of all the miscellaneous disciples, and his status is higher than that of ordinary disciples, equivalent to the deacon in the Qinghe Palace. Only under the Palace Master, Supervisor, and Palace Master.

He is also Xiao Qingying's biological father.

Xiao Rong has a full beard and always wears a wine gourd, but there is usually very little wine in it.

He was rumored to be a veritable alcoholic, but he was rarely seen drinking.

At this moment, Xiao Rong saw a disciple who was a handyman got up and rushed towards him in the dojo. The pace was faster, and he also paused and waited.

"Is there something wrong?"

Zhang Rongfang clasped his fists in salute, and after bowing up, he said: "Disciple Zhang Rongfang, I have seen Master Mingguang."

"Come on, the drum is about to sound again." Xiao Rong had a gentle temper and had no bad opinion of the servant disciples.

His Taoist name is also called Mingguang, and he has an officially certified mage title, so his honorific title is generally called Master Mingguang.

"It's like this, when the disciple went to the back mountain to dry clothes in the daytime." Zhang Rongfang didn't hide anything, and truthfully told everything he heard.

As for how to judge, he believed that Xiao Rong had his own judgment.

As he narrated little by little, Xiao Rong's expression, which was a little loose at first, gradually became dignified.

After Zhang Rongfang finished speaking, he thought for a while, glanced at the handyman disciples who had already dispersed around him, and waved his hand.

"Are you sure you heard right?"

"Sure!" Zhang Rongfang nodded solemnly.

"If you heard the morning voice again, would you be able to distinguish it?" Xiao Rong asked.

"It should be possible! I'm not sure." Zhang Rongfang nodded.

Xiao Rong showed a thoughtful expression. Then he carefully looked at the messenger disciple in front of him.

"This matter is very important. You should think about it. If you slander other disciples, you will be punished with fifty rods. With your body, you will have no chance of survival." He spoke again.

"I don't dare to speak half a lie." Zhang Rongfang said solemnly, "Actually, Senior Sister Xiao Qingying helped me once in the alley next to Xuanxin Hall. I will always keep it in mind. Originally, if such a thing, if If it were someone else, this disciple should not have dared to report the news rashly, but when he heard that Senior Sister Xiao was involved, no matter what, this disciple would not dare to take any responsibility."

Zhang Rong's face is sincere and calm, whether in his previous life or now, he has the same personality, with clear grievances and grievances. Gratitude must be repaid.

So these words come from the heart, and they are categorical.

Hearing this, Xiao Rong's eyes moved slightly. The composition of the handyman's disciples is not good. Among them, it is extremely rare to have someone like this person in front of him, who is articulate, clear in thinking, kind and righteous.

Among the handyman disciples, most of them are abandoned children from nearby towns who were sent by various families to occupy Taoism.

Many of them received training on how to serve others before coming here. As for reading and writing, articulate, clear thinking, there are not many of them.

These days, not everyone is qualified to read and write. Even rich peasants and wealthy households have this spare money, they must have the time and energy to do so.

Not to mention such kindness