The monk is hanging up

Chapter 1

Shaoshi Mountain.

Lin Su hid in the medicine field, lightly pulled out an unknown grass and threw it into the back basket, stood up and rubbed his sore waist, wiped his sweat and called out: "Senior brother Mingshan, medicine field The weeds are cleared."

Ming Shan, whose thoughts wandered to the sky, came back to his senses in a trance, and immediately kicked Lin Su who was out of breath, and said viciously: "Little bastard, you are called a soul."

The tall and strong Ming Shan pointed to the dense medicinal field and said: "Check again, I found a weed, beware of your life."

Lin Su rushed away to Ming Shan expressionlessly, spat, raised his hand to block the scorching sun, exhaled, took off his gray monk robe to cover the opening of his back basket, and smiled wryly at the bright sun. The authentic Shaolin Temple of Buddhism actually has such madmen.

Lin Su is a disciple of a layman in Shaolin Temple, his Dharma name is Mingzheng, his bald head is his senior brother Mingshan, this person is also a ruthless character in the medicine field, it is said that everyone in the medicine field has been bullied by him At first, some people went to the Discipline Academy to complain, but as Mingshan was not punished, but intensified, they realized that someone in the Discipline Academy was wiping Mingshan's ass, and all those who complained were beaten back, so that no one complained afterwards. .

Later I heard that Mingshan had a distant cousin in the Discipline Hall.

"Little master, do you want some water?" The old monk carrying water stopped by the side of the medicine field, scooped up a ladle of water and handed it to Lin Su.

Lin Su clasped his palms together to salute, took a sip freely, then raised his head to drink it up, handed back the gourd and water ladle, and saluted again: "Thank you, master."

The cold water is very cool today.

The old monk is a declining old man, the creases on his face can kill flies, his teeth are almost falling out, and he still does the work of carrying water.Lin Su didn't know what the old monk's Dharma name was, and he didn't ask if the old man didn't tell him, and he always called him Master.

The old monk glanced at the basket under the monk's clothes and asked: "Where are you going to get these weeds that no one cares about, young master?"

Lin Su replied: "There is a lot of open space at the foot of the mountain. Maybe you can live there if you move there."

The old monk asked again: "There are so many miscellaneous things in Danwanyuan. You, a medicine boy, are so busy that you are almost hanging your neck. What kind of weeds do you care about? They will wither after being thrown by the side of the field. Wouldn't it be beautiful to feed back the medicinal herbs in the field?"

Lin Su shook his head, "Who said medicinal herbs must be more noble than weeds?"

The old monk folded his hands, said "Amitabha" softly, and left with water.

……

As dusk fell, Lin Su dragged his tired body back to the dormitory, took a hurried shower and went to bed, falling asleep amidst the discussion of "pointing out the country".

"The village at the foot of the mountain has really suffered. I don't know how to provoke the evil people. In just three days, more than a dozen people died. I heard that there were two fang holes in the neck when they died, and the blood was sucked dry. , how miserable."

"Doing evil under Shaoshi Mountain, isn't this provoking Shaolin Temple, let me catch that evil person, he will feel better."

"Pull it down, the evil person who can't be caught by more than a dozen masters from the Bodhidharma Institute, don't let people suck your blood dry, but give you a full set of skin and bones."

"Not only at the foot of the mountain, but also in several nearby villages. The people from the Bodhidharma Academy are almost sent out to investigate."

"..."

Lin Su had a dream that night. In the dream, he could open a light curtain and easily realize martial arts skills.

"It really is a dream, what a real dream." Lin Su got up unsteadily, tiptoed to try not to disturb other people who were still asleep, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth early, and read the "Shaolin Secrets·Dan Wan" on the table intently. Basics".

A gust of evil wind blew the clothes and robes rattling, I don’t know if it was sand or something, tears were streaming from his eyes, he rubbed it with water, and when he opened his eyes, Lin Su knocked down the washbasin in fright, and there was a bang. It rang.

"Mingzheng, be careful, kid, you're clumsy." Monk Mingshan cursed, but didn't get up from the bed, and fell asleep again amidst thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lin Su quickly apologized, straightened the washbasin, ran out, looked around and saw that there was no one around, then touched his eyes lightly, "What is this..."

The golden mist lingered and turned into words.

Name: Lin Su
Skill: 0 years

Arhat Fist: Uninitiated

Basic Alchemy: Getting Started (2/10)

Good and evil value: 10
Lin Su was surprised and happy. He often listened to storytellers under the overpass telling stories. Adventures and opportunities were very attractive, but they were just stories. He never expected that such a thing would actually appear one day and happen to him. On my body, God opened my eyes.

Looking at the value of good and evil, he pondered for a long time, and compared with the description of the basic alchemy operation, he said softly: "Improve the basic alchemy."

Seeing that the basic alchemy has changed from entry (2/10) to entry (3/10), the value of good and evil has been reduced by 1, Lin Su is overjoyed, as guessed, the value of good and evil can improve the comprehension of basic alchemy, he is surprised It was superimposed 7 times in a row, and in an instant, the basic alchemy became a small achievement (1/100).

"It's so clear about alchemy." The alchemy in his mind slowly deepened from a half-knowledge, and he didn't know whether it was an illusion or something. Lin Su always felt that there was a master of alchemy living in his brain.

Dang!Dang!Dang!
The morning bell rang, and not long after, there was a humming sound from Shaoshi Mountain.

Mingshan integrated the disciples of the medicine field, slapped the iron basin and said: "Today, the task of weeding is temporarily suspended. Uncle Puji started alchemy, and urgently needs a batch of old herbs. Give me some energy, don't affect me." In the mind of Senior Uncle Puji, maybe when Uncle Puji is happy, maybe I won't have to do the dirty work in the medicine field."

Everyone slandered you, Master Puji promoted you because he was blind.

As soon as they heard that they were going to deliver the medicine, everyone was full of energy. Uncle Puji is very important in the Pill Institute. He is the only three masters of elixir in Shaoshi Mountain who can independently refine Xiaohuandan. Not to mention promotion, it's just simple To put it bluntly, people of the Ming Dynasty at Tanmaruin should also flatter them.

At noon, the twelve medicine boys from the medicine field prepared the names of Pujilie one by one, and Mingshan checked it three times before he called the boys to set off with bamboo baskets on their backs.

Outside the alchemy room, Ming Shan smiled like a spring breeze, wiping sweat from his forehead again and again. Everyone stretched out their tongues to breathe under the scorching sun. The clothes of Ming Xin, the most bloated monk, were all wet. He looked like he was fished out of the river.

Puji was not in the alchemy room, there were only a few white-clothed monks of the Ming Dynasty who lit a fire to choose medicines. So strong.

In the eyes of the gray-clothed monk, pills are luxury goods. A leader in the medicine field like Mingshan can't taste two pills in a year. Seeing the pill furnace open today, he is full of shame.

Lin Su sniffed it, shook his head lightly, and said, "It's a pity, if Schisandra can enter the pill furnace twelve breaths earlier, this stove of grass and wood pills will be more perfect."

The monk who was entering the alchemy room from behind the crowd with a smile froze his body, glanced at Lin Su with more meaning, and said, "Ten breaths is better, but twelve breaths is still too long."

A group of monks carrying bamboo baskets turned around in surprise, and saluted respectfully: "I have seen Master Puji."

(End of this chapter)