MTL - Longevity-Chapter 1 French

There is a mountain range in the extreme north of Dagan, which stretches for two thousand miles and is covered with snow all year round, like a silver dragon that stretches across the sky and the earth.

This is where the famous Daxueshan sect is located in the martial arts.

Daxueshan is one of the three major sects of Dagan, with 108 monasteries.

Kongoji Temple is one of these hundred and eight temples.

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

In front of the temple are several ancient trees, which cover the sky and the sun, and their branches are twisted.

Behind the temple are a lot of spiritual pagodas, which are laid out according to the trend of Xuefeng, and enshrine the relics of the eminent monks of the past dynasties.

"Dangdang..."

"Dangdangdangdang..."

The sound of the bells floated melodiously in the sky.

The chanting stopped abruptly, and soon, the monks in gray lined up from the Daxiong Palace, with their bald heads as bright as light bulbs.

Hundreds of monks quickly dispersed after leaving the Daxiong Palace, and after the morning class, they began to perform their respective duties.

Some go to sweep, some practice martial arts, some go to the Zhaitang, and some go to fetch water and chop wood, and the quiet monastery suddenly becomes lively.

The restaurant was especially busy.

A total of nine long tables were placed in the spacious Zhaitang, thirty meters long and three meters wide. The tabletops and benches were polished and polished.

Twelve monks were busy bringing the sea bowls full of food to the long table, with the lids on the bowls to prevent them from cooling too fast.

They all use their methods to serve and receive dishes, and they all use their movements to bring and deliver dishes, which are neat and fast.

A rough middle-aged monk shouted loudly while serving the meal: "Fanning! To Senior Master Yuanzhi... ah, to send food to Junior Brother Fakong."

After speaking, his voice weakened and he shook his head with a look of melancholy.

"Yes, Senior Brother Faming." A young monk who was as plump as Maitreya Buddha agreed and stepped forward with a simple and honest smile.

The rough monk Faming raised his voice again and stared at him: "No stealing food on the road!"

"Senior Brother Faming!" Faning's white face showed grievance, and he said dissatisfiedly: "How could I steal it!"

"Hmph, how can you be so fat if you don't eat stealthily!" Faming pouted, Fanning had to defend himself, and waved his hand impatiently: "Go and come back!"

"…Yes!"

Faning agreed with a gloomy answer, and left the hall with a big belly and a lunch box.

"Alas..., I always feel that Uncle Yuanzhi is alive." Fa Ming shook his head with emotion.

"Uncle Yuanzhi has been silent for seven days."

"The most pitiful one is Junior Brother Fakong. The master, who depended on each other for life, has left, leaving him alone in the world. How can he not feel uncomfortable and give him an extra bowl of rice." Faming looked sympathetic.

"Since Uncle Yuanzhi is gone, Junior Brother Fakong should be able to change to a lighter errand, right?"

"Disaster."

"Um-?"

"Yaogu was given to Uncle Yuanzhi by the temple. Junior Brother Fakong inherited Uncle Yuanzhi's mantle. Of course, he must inherit the Medicine Valley and then grow medicine."

"Yaogu is not small, the two of them are okay, and Junior Brother Fakong is alone... and his body is too weak, can he bear it?"

"Hey... Junior Brother Fakong's qualifications are indeed.... As long as you can get started with Xiao Luohan Boxing, it won't be so difficult."

"...Senior Brother Faming, what kind of precept did Uncle Yuanzhi commit?"

The monks looked at Monk Faming curiously.

Under normal circumstances, the disciples of King Kong Temple violated the precepts and directly abolished their martial arts and entered the wall of the Qingxin Pagoda.

Yuanzhi was abolished in martial arts, but he was given a valley to grow medicine.

"It should be Uncle Yuanzhi who is good at medicinal herbs, and planting medicinal herbs is also a sin, ... don't be long-winded, hurry up and work!" Monk Faming waved his hands irritably.

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Fanning left the hall with a lunch box, with a big belly and thick legs, seemingly clumsy like an elephant.

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

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

The ice and snow steps were hard and slippery, and he sprinted with big strides, but his feet were like super glue, sticking firmly to the steps and never slipping.

The gray monk's robe was clinging to his body, hunting and rattling, showing a rounded belly, and the momentum was astonishing.

He rushed down more than 200 steps and turned to a small valley.

As soon as you step into this valley, it is as warm as spring.

His fat white face couldn't help but smile.

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

Around the lake are fields, like small squares, neat and tidy, each with different medicinal herbs.

A pine hut was built next to the field. There was a square pine table in front of the house, and there was a tea stove, teapot and teapot on the table.

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

He was wearing a gray short monk's robe, and his appearance was inconspicuous and ordinary standing in the crowd.

He walked staggeringly between the fields, swaying, water spilled out of the wooden barrel from time to time, and fell into the soil.

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

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

"Senior brother! It's time to eat!"

Fanning's voice was full of dissatisfaction, and he stepped forward to reach out and put the pole on his shoulder, as easily as picking a straw.

Taking advantage of the situation, he handed the wooden box again: "Senior Brother Fakong, how many times have you said it, just carry the water and give it to me!"

"Junior Brother Faning." Fa Kong smiled, took the lunch box, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Today is early enough."

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

"Senior brother, why bother yourself!" Faning said dissatisfiedly.

He took two buckets of water to the ground in a few steps, poured it into the ditch, and then strode to the lake to fetch water.

Fakong shook his head and smiled.

This is obsessive-compulsive disorder, and no matter how tired you are, you have to water on time, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable and awkward.

He sighed to himself.

The fate between people is really hard to say. Some people get along with each other for a long time, but they still don't get along.

Fanning has only delivered meals for a few days, and the two have been friends for many years.

He worked hard in his previous life, from an orphan to a fortune of tens of millions, ups and downs in the business sea, and forcibly fought a **** path.

The so-called kindness does not control soldiers and righteousness does not control wealth. His heart has been unknowingly cold, and it is very comfortable to get along with a simple, honest and kind person like Faning.

He brought the lunch box to the front of the house, put it on the pine table, brewed two cups of tea, and waved at Faning: "Junior Brother, it's alright."

Fanin had already carried water six times back and forth.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

As expected of a prodigy who went from Rank 9 to Rank 5 in just two years, two buckets of more than 100 catties of water were as light as a feather in front of him, and carrying water was like playing.

"Senior brother." Fanning put down the pole and sat down opposite him, making the chair squeak.

He raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp, Faning said dissatisfiedly: "Next time, you must remember to say hello to me to carry water!"

Fakong smiled and agreed.

Faning can really help himself, but Faning also has responsibilities and is very busy, how can he let him help with peace of mind.

He felt that he couldn't always trouble Faning, and this was Faning's dissatisfaction. He felt that he was too outside.

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

Three dishes have two meat and one vegetarian.

Not to mention a plate of beef that is stacked high and a plate of big elbows, even a plate of fried Chinese cabbage is shiny and shiny. In his previous life, it was typical of high oil, high salt, and high calories, which was extremely unhealthy.

The disciples of King Kong Temple must practice martial arts, and they do not give up meat, but they must have meat every day.

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

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

These three extremely unhealthy dishes are just right for his current body. He must first make his body fat, and then his blood will be strong.

However, this body is naturally weak, and no matter how much he eats, he will not get fat.

"Senior brother, there are new people in the temple today, and we have four more junior brothers, and these four junior brothers are all the best."

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

The stronger the Kongo Temple is, the more benefit I will benefit as a disciple of the Kongo Temple, and it is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree.

In this world, martial arts are prosperous, which means extreme danger. Kongo Temple is the best shelter for him.

"Senior Uncle Yuanming wants to send a new junior brother here to help you. I'm trying to get Senior Uncle Yuanming to change his mind and let me come over."

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

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

The original owner was adopted by Master Yuanzhi since he was a child and grew up in this medicine valley. Although his martial arts qualifications were poor, he was taught by Yuanzhi since he was a child and was good at planting medicinal materials.

Yuanzhi passed away seven days ago, and he was the only one left. He was so weak that it was really hard for him to take care of this medicine valley by himself.

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

"Hey... Uncle Yuanming is really stubborn, no matter how much I plead, he won't change his mind!" Faning sighed.

"You came here to help grow the medicine, it's overkill." Fakong smiled and put the beef into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Faning is a Rank 5 master.

In the martial arts, the realm of martial arts is divided into four parts: the human element, the earth element, the tian element, and the divine element.

The human element is the practice of essence.

Essence circulates in the body and cannot be separated from the body to enhance the physique. At this stage, all you need to do is strength, speed and moves.

The warriors of this realm are third-rate masters.

Diyuan is practicing infuriating qi.

True qi takes the meridians as its path. By running a special route, one can temporarily enhance one's own strength or speed, and can also use objects to injure others. Through the palm or sword, the true qi is penetrated into the opponent's body, and the opponent's meridians are bruised.

The masters of this realm are second-rate masters.

Tian Yuan is practicing Gang Qi.

True Qi is Qi, and Gang Qi is like water, more refined and purer, and its power is not comparable.

Most importantly, Astral Qi can leave the body.

It can attack from a long distance, and it can strike directly out of the body with finger force and palm force, get into the opponent's body, and injure meridians or internal organs.

It can be condensed into a body-protecting qi with a special mental method, which is tough and dense like cloth. It can not only dissipate the sword or the true qi on the palm of the body, but also hurt the opponent.

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

The Divine Essence that goes up in these three realms involves the spiritual realm.

It is often a generation with talent and opportunity, and occasionally a flash of inspiration, a wonderful opportunity, that is a generation of masters.

There are only a handful of masters in the world.

As far as Fakong knows, the Daxueshan Sect has a unique system and is classified as the ninth grade.

The human element realm is of the ninth and eighth grades, the earth element realm is of the seventh grade and the sixth grade, the Tianyuan realm is of the fifth grade and the fourth grade, the divine element realm is of the third grade and the second grade, and above the divine element, it is the first grade.

And Faning is young, and he has reached the fifth rank after only two years of martial arts training. He can be said to be amazing and talented. How can he come to Yaogu to help grow medicine?

This is bullshit.

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

He thought to himself.

Senior Brother Fakong is not only in poor health, but also has poor martial arts qualifications. These new junior brothers are all martial prodigies whose aptitude is not inferior to their own, so they will inevitably despise Senior Brother Fkong.

How can Senior Brother Fakong live comfortably when such a person is sent here?

Even if he beat up the new junior brother severely, it might not work for senior brother Fakuan to stand up for him.

So it's best to come and help yourself.

Fa Kong nodded: "Junior brother, when your little Arhat Fist reaches the eighth floor, you begin to practice the Eight Vajrasques of King Kong?"

"right."

"Little Arhat Boxing no longer practiced?"

"Master said that you have a deep enough foundation to practice on the eighth floor, and there is no need to practice later. Everyone else will stop practicing when they reach the sixth floor."

"Isn't there a master who trained to the tenth floor?"

"Master said that Master Miaoling trained Xiao Luohan to the tenth level because of fate, it was God's will, not manpower, and it cannot be forced."

"If you have to train to the tenth floor, how long will it take?"

"Master said that if the opportunity is not enough, there is no hope of practicing for a hundred years. There are several seniors in our temple who have been practicing Xiao Luohan all their lives.

Fa Kong nodded thoughtfully and said with a smile, "Junior brother, you should go back, or Brother Faming will have to talk again."

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

Although Fakong was weak, he felt as if he had seen his elder brother, and his weak body was as calm as a mountain in his eyes.

Moreover, Fa Kong spoke slowly, calmly and gently, which made him very comfortable, and inexplicably gave birth to trust and dependence.

"Okay, okay, let's go." Fakong smiled and waved his hand.

Fanning turned around and strode away after tithing.

Fakong smiled and watched him leave, and continued to eat, recalling his own bizarre experience while eating.

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

Although only seven days have passed, everything in the previous life seems to have passed seven years, suddenly like a big dream.