My Konoha Ninja Career

Just like this, the day after Elder Zhike left, Xing was given a few scriptures and some clothes, and then gave him a certificate of abbot of Qixia Temple on Fenghuang Mountain, and kicked him out of Fuyun Temple.

Xing was carrying his luggage, looking at the gate of Fuyun Temple, and shook his head helplessly.

It seemed that he was disliked.

In Fuyun Temple, Xing chatted with the little novice monk who was the gatekeeper, and learned about the basic situation of the world and how lucky he could be.

After coming out of the mass graves, I was blessed by God to be able to walk to Fuyun Temple safely again.

But this time he was kicked out of Fuyun Temple and took up a post in Qixia Temple. He didn't know what would happen.

Qixia Temple on Phoenix Mountain is nearly sixty miles away from Hangzhou City, which is already the outer perimeter of Hangzhou City.

Just like the underworld does not go to the countryside, the radiation range of big cities is also limited.

The power emitted by some temples, Buddhist temples, and temples in the big city can only radiate so far.

There are also phenomena of wolf monsters devouring monks within the radiation range, not to mention outside the radiation range.

That is the territory of monsters and monsters. Except for those powerful people, basically no one can live in the deep mountains and old forests.

Human beings still exist in the world of monsters, although some people are eaten by monsters every year.

But you really can’t survive if you don’t live here. The people living in the mountains and forests are runaways who can’t afford rent or taxes.

No matter where you are, you will be eaten, and being eaten by monsters will not cause any pain.

After passing through a mountain road covered with weeds, we fortunately arrived at the abandoned Qixia Temple.

The paint on the plaque on the temple door has been severely peeled off, and it is impossible to read the words written on it unless you look carefully.

The main door was also missing, probably taken away and used as firewood by someone.

After walking around, except for the main hall in the middle, which was not damaged because it was dedicated to the Buddha, the other rooms only had four walls left, and the doors, windows, bricks and beams on the roof were all missing.

So on the first night when I came to Qixia Temple, I was lucky enough to stay in the Main Hall.

"It's okay, there are straws that can be used as beds!" Fortunately, he was very satisfied with entering the main hall. Some sleep would be good, there is no need for Simmons.

Looking at the weird-looking Buddha statue with its peeling gold paint, Xing clasped his hands together.

"I'm sorry, I pretended to be your disciple, don't blame me! From now on, we will depend on each other in the same temple, please take more care of me!"

Although he knew that it might not work, Xing still chanted in front of the Buddha statue. What if the Buddha in this world saw that he had deep wisdom and worshiped him as the boss?This is also impossible to say.

Now that he's here, he'll make peace with it, and Xing starts his general cleaning plan. The first thing is the temple door, which he will make do with a fence gate to let others know that someone is already living here.

Then there is the renovation of the Main Hall. After all, there is only one place left that can protect it from wind and rain. It is very necessary to take good care of it.

Weeds in the yard also need to be dealt with, and trees growing on rooftops need to be pulled out.

Anyway, I was very happy every day.

This place is deep in the mountains, and no one usually comes here, so I am lucky to be able to eat a meal of meat after work. This life is not too bad after all.

There is no memory in this body. It's not that the brain has been washed away like the last one, but that there isn't much memory in the first place.

The most profound memory was hunger, so even though Xing worked very hard every day, when the entire temple was cleaned up, she was still fat as a ball.

This is obviously a bottoming out. Xing estimates that his energy utilization rate can reach about half. Eating the same food, he can absorb more nutrients, but being too fat is a bit unsightly.

The improved version of the Yang Seal solved this problem. All the fat was turned into energy and stored in case of emergency.

In this way, you will be lucky enough to have a physique that does not make you fat no matter how much you eat. If you were to put it into modern times, you would definitely be envied by a lot of people.

Xing also built an earthen kiln inside the temple wall to bake some necessities such as tiles and pottery. After all, after the tree on the roof was pulled out, the gaps formed by the tree roots would leak.

For the sake of his own happy life, Xing also has to struggle.

In the blink of an eye, three months later, the fence gate of the temple has been replaced by a heavy wooden door.

In the past three months, curious mountain people often come to explore the situation of Qixia Temple.

However, after learning that Qixia Temple was hosting a teenage monk, he didn't take it to heart.

Some older mountain residents also come to Qixia Temple to burn incense and pray for a good pregnancy in the next life.

Xing also received incense tribute from the mountain people, some wild fruits and hunted game.

The tributes to gods and Buddhas are eaten alive.

All these tributes went into Xing's stomach. Although the mountain people did not worship Buddha much, these tributes were enough for him to live alone.

Then Xing took out the pottery he made himself and obtained the necessary grain and salt from the mountain people.

Not to mention, just one pottery kiln allowed Xing to fill a guest room he just built with food.

"Pumpumpam"

Someone knocked on the door of the temple.

"It's coming! It's coming!" Xing, who was drinking porridge, agreed, put down his bowl and chopsticks and went to open the door.

"creak"

The door was opened. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xing felt helpless. It was time to oil the door!

"Huh?" Xing frowned.

Because the person in front of you is probably not a human.

"Hello, donor! Please come in!"

Although it was obvious that the visitor was not a human being, Xing still politely let the visitor in.

The visitor looked around and saw the wild vegetables growing vigorously in the vegetable field, as well as the extinguished pottery kiln on the other side of the yard.

"The young master is really poor!" the visitor sighed.

"The place where my heart is at peace is my hometown. There is no pure suffering. Wherever I don't practice, the benefactor is in love!" Anyway, I haven't studied the Buddhist scriptures seriously, so I can only fool around. Anyway, the taste is right.

"That's what the little master said!" The visitor smiled slightly. He could tell that Xing's expression didn't seem to be fake. This little monk was very interesting.

"I wonder where the little master comes from? Where are you going?" The visitor started to make excuses.

"Come from where you came, go to where you are going!" Xing's answer was also very formal, as if this is what monks say.

"The young master is dishonest!" The visitor laughed again.

"The young monk is very honest. I am self-reliant. I don't ask for help from others, but for myself. I am who I am. As the saying goes: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust." Fortunately, he put his hands together and had the air of an eminent monk. the taste of.

"Okay, okay, okay!" The visitor said three good words in a row, and then laughed heartily.

The visitor's laughter spread throughout the countryside and could be heard clearly from a very far distance.

After laughing, the visitor said to Xing: "My young master has deep roots in wisdom, so I won't bother you much in the future!"

Saying that the visitor is about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Xing called to the visitor.

The visitor turned around and looked at Xing: "What's the matter, little master?"

Xing chanted the Buddha's name to the visitor: "Amitabha, did the donor forget something?"

"Huh?" The visitor was very confused. He asked Xing with some confusion: "What's going on, little master?"

"Donor, you're here, why don't you give me some money for the incense?" Xing showed a somewhat philistine smile.

"Hahahaha" the visitor laughed again, he kept shaking his head and pointed at Xing: "What a philistine little monk, nothing more!"

As he spoke, the visitor threw a piece of mutton-fat jade pendant into Xing's arms, and then left with a smile: "I am evil, little monk, remember it!"

When Xie Wuya's figure disappeared, Xing rubbed the jade pendant and shrugged. He was given such a useless thing. He couldn't eat or drink it, he could only play with it. It was very boring.