After rebirth, I went from a peasant girl to the richest man

My name is Fast Feet.

As for my real name, it’s been so long that I don’t remember it.

All I know is that I was abandoned by my parents in a dilapidated temple when I was young, and was saved by an old monk who passed by.

The old monk took me up the mountain, where there was also a temple. It was not dilapidated, but it was not big either.

The mountain is very high. When I was a child, an old monk carried me up the mountain in his cradle, and I didn’t feel anything.

But as I grew older, the mountain seemed to become an obstacle, and it became difficult to get down the mountain.

"Disciple, we are going to the back mountain again today!" The old monk was wearing an old cassock and didn't even lift his eyelids.

I rubbed the scar on my head a little embarrassedly.

"Master, the mountain behind is too big!"

I really don’t understand why my master always asks me to stay in the back mountain when there is a normal way down the mountain in front.

Although it is a sparsely populated temple, occasionally one or two villagers from nearby will go up the mountain.

The mountain road is not easy to walk on, and sometimes the villagers have to hold knives in their hands to clear the way and cut off the branches that block the way.

But compared to the cliff on the back mountain, it is simply a smooth road.

The cliff at the back of the mountain is very long and deep, separating the two mountains.

The gap in the middle is so large that it is difficult to pass without building a bridge.

Even if a person is very good at flying, it is easy to fall if he has no foothold during the flight.

If you fall down from the bottomless cliff, you will be smashed to pieces.

He had seen with his own eyes a man in black, with an unsheathed sword in his hand, looking at him and falling off the cliff in despair.

The master only raised his eyelids slightly, and seeing that I was fine, he said, "Go stand still!"

The wooden stakes in the backyard of the small temple have been my nightmare since I was a child.

Every day, I have to stay there for seven or eight hours.

“Keep your feet steady…” The master waved his finger, and my trembling legs were impacted, and I fell directly off the wooden stake.

The buckets on his arms were also knocked over.

Fortunately, I was young and the wooden stakes made by the master were not very high, otherwise the only two water buckets in the temple would have been scrapped.

My life on the wooden stake was almost entirely spent like this, under the guidance of my master.

Keep standing up, falling down, standing up again, and falling down again...

It's boring, but Master is the only relative I have in the world.

I am still a very obedient apprentice.

"time to eat!"

The happiest moment of the day is when the master calls us to eat. After all, standing still each time is very exhausting.

The saddest time of the day is also when the master calls me to eat.

The master said that Buddhism has precepts that prohibit eating meat.

The daily meals only consisted of porridge and side dishes, and occasionally the master would make some big steamed buns.

I don’t know what the world outside is like, I just feel that this kind of food is a bit unappetizing.

The wooden stakes under my feet began to grow higher and higher as I grew older.

My body began to grow stronger, and the amount of food I needed to eat was beyond my master's understanding.

My favorite time is night. Thanks to my master’s training, even at night, the pheasants can never escape from my hands.

Going up the mountain to hunt from time to time has become my only entertainment in the boring life of standing still.

That night, I went up the mountain as usual.

I hunted more pheasants and rabbits in the mountains, and became smarter.

If you don't look deep in the mountains, you won't find it.

I used my Qinggong skills to easily reach the mountain and started looking for prey.

There is a small cave on the top of the back mountain. That is my secret base.

Every time I hunted prey, I would go there and roast it over a fire, then admire the moonlight and eat this rare delicacy.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, you can just see the small temple.

"One, two, three! Hehehe!"

The master would rest on time at 11:00 p.m. every day. Looking down from the top of the mountain, one could just see the candle in his room go out.

I ate the roast chicken while the wood in the fire burned out, leaving only some smoke.

There were some lights on the mountain ahead, moving as fast as fireflies.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

I scooped some water and poured it on the fire. If the wind blew, sparks would blow up and ignite the dry wood in the forest.

I can't let any accidents happen where I live. What's more, the animals on the mountain behind are my food.

Protecting the living environment of food is also the responsibility I give myself.

To make sure there would be no accidents, I walked down the mountain easily and returned to the small temple in a short while.

The small temple is on the mountain, and there is only silence at night.

But I heard the sound of swords...

"Master!" Master was the only one in the temple. I was anxious and quickly ran to Master's yard.

Sure enough, the sound came from here.

In the dark night, they were wearing familiar black clothes, blending into the darkness.

The master had no weapon in his hand, only a wooden stick that he used to train me, which was covered with knife marks.

The knife marks hurt my eyes.

I picked up the beam of the wooden barrel next to me and followed my master around in the darkness.

There were many men in black coming, and they had different weapons in their hands, but under my moves, they slowly fell down.

But my master and I also had scars of varying sizes all over our bodies.

There was only one man in black left, and the sword in that man's hand was dripping with blood, all of which came from me and the master.

"Where's the stuff?"

That person looked at the master as if he were a dead person.

That look really annoyed me.

I want to fight to the death one last time. Master is my only relative and I cannot tolerate such a thing happening.

But as soon as I made a move, my master grabbed my hand and rubbed my palm with his bloody hand.

"Clothes……"

Then, I saw Master smiling at me kindly: "Go, don't look back, live on!"

I was pushed and staggered, and wanted to go over and continue supporting my master. Only when I was by his side did I feel safe.

But the master had already fought desperately with the wooden stick, and the stick finally broke against the sharp blade...

"Go quickly~~"

The master roared at me, and the blood in his mouth could no longer be stopped from flowing.

I have always listened to my master, and it is still the same now...

The light skills that he had practiced over time had long since become a subconscious reaction.

Tears hit the wind, and my cheeks hurt.

Soon we reached the cliff at the back of the mountain.

"Remember, if you encounter danger, jump over it. Don't forget to bring your robes!"

When I was ten years old, my martial arts skills were already quite good, so my master let me fly over the cliffs and canyons in the back mountain.

"Master, I dare not!"

My voice was trembling, and when I looked down, I could still hear the echo of my trembling voice.

Are you kidding? I saw that person fall with my own eyes.

Now, I am afraid I will just become a pile of bones.

I don’t want to be like that. I haven’t eaten enough food from the mountain behind!

But the master didn't care about my trembling voice, he jumped lightly and went to the other side.

"Fly over here and I'll take you down the mountain to eat chicken!"

That little old man always knows how to control me!