My Konoha Ninja Career

Phoenix Tour on Phoenix Mountain.

There is a small dilapidated temple on a hill outside Suzhou.

The road up and down the mountain has also been covered with weeds, but the three-meter-wide stone road shows that this small temple once flourished.

Jiangshan has talented people on behalf of the people, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years.

Xiaomiao is the Qianlang who was shot dead on the beach.

Although this place is inaccessible, there are also people like hunters and mountain people who have settled here.

But recently a young monk came to the small temple, cleaned it up a little, and settled here to live permanently.

Xing swept the fallen leaves with a broom tied with bamboo branches.

It's not that he doesn't want to move into the city of Suzhou, but that a person like him is a black man. He calls himself a monk and has a small temple to live in. If he goes to the city, he probably won't even be able to eat.

Fortunately, this time it was a little beggar who starved to death and was thrown into a mass grave.

Fortunately, the man whose conscience was eaten by a dog didn't dig a hole and bury him, otherwise he would have to die again in the soil.

The energy in this world is very active, but these active energies have nothing to do with him.

This is a world where extraordinary abilities flourish. There are towering gods and Buddhas all over the sky, as well as frightening demons and monsters, as well as knights and monks walking in the world.

But this has nothing to do with him, a weak little beggar.

The ultimatum on his body was obtained from the body of a monk who was eaten by a wolf demon with only his lower body left.

The dead young monk was obviously thrown to the wolf demon by his master, so sometimes it is important to have a good master.

The young monk's master obviously did not escape the wolf demon's pursuit. Fortunately, he saw traces of something struggling and being dragged away at the scene.

Xing, who had just crawled out of the mass grave, had almost no breath of living people. He was so skinny that he was not even interested in the ghosts wandering around him. Who knew whether Xing was a trap set by some old monster or not? In order to find a few little demons to fight for the tooth festival.

So Xing's life was saved by the luggage of two monks, one big and one small. They had water, bread, and a small piece of salt.

Inspiring his fragile intestines and stomach to digest and absorb desperately, most of the blood in the body went to the intestines and stomach, obtaining the nutrients to survive as quickly as possible.

For a short period of time, Xing's consciousness was blurred and he had no ability to protect himself.

Not to mention little ghosts and monsters, even those little beasts that haven't gained their qi yet can kill him.

Xing's name was worthy of Xing's name, and he was very lucky. After one night, there was a bloody lower body next to him, so no carnivorous predators were summoned. He was really lucky.

When the first ray of sunlight hit Xing, he had already completely digested the food he had swallowed.

He already has some ability to protect himself. If he doesn't encounter a large predator, he can use his skills to save his life.

When the sun comes out, the demons and ghosts hiding in the darkness also return to their old lair. After all, this is a time of great rule. The bright sun makes most of the demons and ghosts feel uncomfortable.

A shallow pit was dug and the lower body of the young monk was buried.

It's not that I don't want to dig deeper, but my strength doesn't allow it.

Although eating something made Xing no longer near death, his physical weakness was definitely there.

The ultimatum was found from the young monk's waist when he was buried.

It is obvious that this young monk does not believe in his master, and he still has to hide the foundation of his life within himself.

With the ultimatum and a few pieces of clothing, as well as the ultimatum and the official guide in the baggage, Xing decided to pretend to be the young monk and try his luck at Fuyun Temple, which was marked on the official guide.

He gritted his teeth and washed away all the dirt in the cold river water. He shaved his head with a sharp razor and put on a monk's robe that didn't fit him. A frail little monk appeared by the river.

Fuyun Temple is located on Fuyun Mountain not far from Suzhou City.

It was a large temple covering an area of ​​dozens of acres. The incense was flourishing and there was an endless stream of pilgrims coming to offer incense.

Xing inquired all the way to the outside of Fuyun Temple and handed over his ultimatum and official guide.

Zhike Monk looked at the thin Xing and felt incredible. It was unreasonable that such a young monk could come here from Jinling alone.

Elder Zhike looked at Xing, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Jingxin, although it is less than a thousand miles from Jinling to here, the risks along the way are not small. Thank you for your hard work!" Elder Zhike said to Xing.

How could Xing not know that he was under suspicion when he heard this, but Xing already had a countermeasure when he decided to impersonate.

"Elder! Disciple, this disciple is suffering!" Xing's eyes turned red and he burst into tears.

"My master was dragged into the forest by a pack of wolves to protect me. There is nothing I can do! My disciple hates me!"

Seeing Xing kneeling on the ground and crying loudly, Elder Zhike had an explanation for his doubts.

Fortunately, Elder Zhike was given ample room for imagination.

A master and a disciple trekked from Jinling and met a wolf demon on the way. Then the master lured the wolves away to protect the disciple, and finally died tragically under the wolf's kiss.

"Alas! Amitabha!" Elder Zhike chanted the Buddha's name and sympathized with Xing who was crying bitterly.

But there is one thing that is difficult to deal with now, and that is how to arrange this meditation.

A carrot and a pit, after all, this meditation comes from Jinling, and it also has ultimatums and inheritance.

Completely different from those wild monks, this is to squeeze out the resources of Fuyun Temple.

"Jingxin, you have a good rest first. I'll go find the abbot and see how I can arrange it for you! Alas!" Elder Zhike left. He wanted to keep Xing, but he didn't know what the opinions of the other rooms were.

After that, Xing spent a few good days at Fuyun Temple. People brought food and drinks every day. Even the toilets were filled with help, but they were not allowed to go out.

Taking advantage of this period of time, Xingya began to regulate his body, making full use of the hard-won food to accumulate energy.

After just one week, Xing was no longer the frail little monk.

A chubby monk made Elder Zhike, who came again, not believe his eyes.

"Jingxin, what are you..." Elder Zhike asked.

"So that the elders will know that the master taught the disciple a skill about eating." At this point, Xing's eyes turned red again: "If I didn't have this skill, disciple, disciple would never be able to reach Fuyun Temple!"

Elder Zhike couldn't bear it, he was such a filial and good boy!

Elder Zhike was not tempted by Xing's abilities. Fuyun Temple was not without such abilities that could quickly restore the body. These were all trivial skills.

"Jingxin, didn't your master teach you any other skills?" What those abbots and elders were most concerned about was whether there was any inheritance of Jingxin.

If there is a inheritance, each house squeezes out some resources to allow Xing to stay in Fuyun Temple, which can be regarded as deepening the foundation of Fuyun Temple. If not, then...

Xing shook his head. The ability to quickly accumulate energy can still be fooled. If it is about inheritance, it will definitely betray the gang. It is better to say that it is not there: "Elder, my master was eaten!"

"Alas!" Elder Zhike knew about it, and he comforted Xing and said, "You are fine, have a good rest!"

Before leaving, Elder Zhike asked again: "Your master really didn't leave you anything?"

Xing shook his head and said nothing, as if he was still immersed in the sadness of his master's sacrifice.

"Alas!" Elder Zhike sighed again, opened the door and left.