I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 6 Completed in Seven Days
Although there were dozens of power-trainers, Li Lang himself was not idle. He also stood under the tree, put on airs, and began to practice steadily.

One more person and one more effort, even if it is not for the sake of progress, it is necessary to experience the insights and feelings provided by the clones more effectively through the real body.

Maybe it's because it's so amazing to feel the rapid improvement every moment.

Or maybe it's because the air penetrates into the body from time to time, mainly the airflow in the arms, wrists, and palms, which is very comfortable.

Li Lang lost track of time during this practice, and by the time he turned around to take a breather, the sun was already setting.

The quiet Xixin Lake exudes a thin layer of water smoke under the hazy night sky.

Li Lang walked to the lake and wanted to wash his face with water, but he realized that the lake water was not cold, but slightly warm, as if lava was flowing at the bottom of this wide lake, which was shaping it. The heating turned the entire lake into a low-temperature hot spring with a water temperature of about 14 to 15 degrees Celsius.

The mountains and forests swayed in the dusk, and the water mist that evaporated from the lake gradually filled the mountains and forests, making the originally empty Qingyang Mountain even more quiet and mysterious, as if it had never been there before. People visit.

Taking a deep breath, Li Lang's tired body and sore muscles could not help but feel relieved a little, and the urgency he felt after learning martial arts for the first time was suppressed a little.

Although he was very anxious and wanted to have extraordinary power immediately and stand on the top of the world to see the scenery.

But the meal still has to be eaten one bite at a time, and the work has to be done bit by bit.

"It would be great if there was a medicine that could quickly replenish qi and blood. If there is extraordinary power in this world, then there must be extraordinary medicinal materials. As long as we can transfuse blood like crazy and create enough clones, I can practice low-level martial arts like the Sleeve Sweeping Kung Fu in a day. It shouldn't be difficult to get to the top, but...how can I get started?" Li Lang thought to himself as he slowly got up from the lake.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
From the top of the mountain, there were waves of ethereal yet rich bells.

The bells echoed, and the mountains gradually shrouded in night became more mysterious and quiet.

Then, through the clouds and mist, we could see the lights on the top of the building lighting up, spreading like a mountain fire, illuminating the top of the mountain in a short period of time.

The evening bell rang.

Li Lang hurriedly ran towards the main courtyard of Xixinyuan.

Although Qingyang Temple is not very demanding in terms of Buddhism, morning and evening classes are still required.

It takes about one stick of incense after the bell rings, so it is best to arrive there, otherwise you will be punished by the monk in charge of cleaning the porridge or not allowed to eat.

Even though it stinks a little when cleaning the toilet, that's fine, but not being able to eat is a big deal.

Li Lang is not a rich man now who has a fortune that he can squander at will. His source of nutrition depends entirely on the big pot of rice in the temple.

As for hunting game in the forest, let alone his small arms and legs, he has just started to practice, and his physical improvement is really limited. Even a strong adult would find it difficult to catch a wild rabbit in the forest.

But now that I have officially entered Qingyang Temple, I have a background. I can think of ways to occasionally do some small business in Yangzhou Mansion, at least make some money and improve the food.

What we recited together in the evening class was the Great Amitabha Sutra. Li Lang didn’t know whether he had this sutra before traveling through time. Anyway, he was reading this sutra now, and he was reciting it in the clouds and mist.

I feel that the content in it is very mixed, some seem to be talking about Buddhism, some involve profound philosophical issues, as well as Buddhist etiquette, Buddhist stories, and some things that may be related to spiritual practice.

The great monks seldom preached the sutras. Even when they led a group of young monks to recite the sutras, they didn't care whether the young monks below understood them or not.

It was a completely muddled attitude, which made Qingyang Temple even more unreliable.

However, after the evening class, we did not leave immediately like after the evening class in the lower courtyard.

Some adult monks with elegant temperaments and graceful postures began to teach the young monks on the stage how to eat, drink, walk, smile, greet, and speak gracefully. They demonstrated carefully and carefully. Some people did not know how to ask questions. Immediate and cordial answer.

It looks much more professional than teaching Buddhist scriptures.

If it weren't for the bald heads that were still shining brightly under the candlelight, one would have thought that this was some kind of place to train special male escorts, not a monk's temple.

"It's so strange!" The person who spoke was not Li Lang, but a young monk next to Li Lang.

He rubbed his chin, as if he had seen through something, with a pair of big eyes shining brightly on his handsome little face. The handsome young monk turned his head and said to Li Lang, "You think it's strange too!"

Li Lang didn't answer, nod or shake his head.

Of course he found it strange, but even though Qingyang Temple was cultivating male...sales.

Then he could only temporarily pinch his nose and admit it.

The opportunity to seize one's own destiny does not come often.

Before he learns enough to protect himself, even if Qingyang Temple is actually a den of murder and robbery, Li Lang will only stay here temporarily instead of running away directly.

Of course, the probability that Qingyang Temple is an abnormal business place is very low. Apart from the fact that almost no women enter and leave the temple on a daily basis, the temple does not strictly restrict the entry and exit of young monks. It does not look like it is engaged in population business.

"My name is Lu Qi. I'm not from Yangzhou Prefecture, but from Xiuluo." The handsome-faced young monk seemed familiar and continued to introduce himself.

Li Lang had never seen him in the lower courtyard before, and he didn't know if he was one of the first batch of young monks to get started.

But looking at the way he hasn't gotten used to it yet, it doesn't look like him.

As for the Xiuluo he mentioned, it was the old capital of the Qian Kingdom. Although it felt a little lonely after the capital was moved, it was still a prosperous and luxurious place that was first-class in the world. It was also a gathering place for the old nobles who founded the country. After the Gengzi Revolution, , most of these unpopular old nobles were sent back to Xiuluo by the Queen, away from the political center.

Yangzhou City is considered very prosperous, but compared with Xiuluo, it is far behind.

"Hello! I'm Li Lang!" Li Lang nodded and exchanged names.

"I came here with my uncle. I provoked some big shots in Xiuluo. My uncle said that only by joining Qingyang Temple can I save my life. I've only been here three days, but I always feel like it's weird here. It doesn't look like this. What kind of serious monk temple?" Lu Qi wiped his green-skinned forehead and continued to speak to Li Lang.

Li Lang's first thought was, doesn't Qingyang Temple not have a back door?

It turns out that the local connections in Yangzhou Prefecture are not strong enough, so they look down upon them?

Then, I thought about the background of Qingyang Temple. Even though the big shot in Lu Qi's mouth was actually just a local snake in Xiuluo, Lu Qi's uncle was so confident that he put him in Qingyang Temple. Yang Temple can guarantee safety?
And...what's going on with Lu Qi? With a shrewd look on his face, did he reveal his old ways with this opening?
Seeing that Li Lang still didn't talk much, Lu Qi could only say: "Okay! It seems that you don't know much, but I am very happy to meet you. We will be friends from now on. When you have the opportunity to go to Xiuluo, I will treat you well." You, let me see what the Four Wonders of Xiuluo are and the ultimate wealth in the world."

This Lu Qi is not only a bit loud, but also very familiar.

Li Lang continued to nod when he heard this, but didn't take it seriously.

Apart from the fact that he had never really tasted rights and freedom before, he had long been tired of the luxury and enjoyment in the eyes of ordinary people. What else was there that he had not seen?

Do you know how rich people spend Christmas?
Do you know what a New Year's Eve salute is?
Do you know what it would be like to find a group of female anchors to hold a private Spring Festival Gala on New Year’s Eve?

On the stage at this moment, a young monk has already talked about the sitting posture. From the sitting posture, to the flowing style of smoothing the corners of the clothes, to the slight nod of the head when raising the head, every bit is carefully crafted. trace.

It’s elegant, pretty, and boring.

Li Lang began to actively block out the sounds from the outside world and concentrated on his thoughts.

Although he himself cannot continue to practice martial arts and improve, those clones are still training tirelessly, without stopping. As long as they can't die, they will practice to death.

Fortunately, what was fed back to Li Lang was only gains and insights, without the boredom and exhaustion of the cultivation process. Otherwise, these would be superimposed on Li Lang, and he would be directly consumed to death.

Bells in the morning and drums in the evening, daily sweeping, carrying water, practicing exercises, morning and evening classes, regular work and rest.

After seven days in a row, Li Lang finally improved his Sleeve Flicking Technique to Dacheng after putting in a lot of blood and sweat, and felt the three acupuncture points pulsing slightly on his wrist.

As long as he makes a choice, the 'Qi' accumulated in the past seven days and kept in his arms and wrists will be poured into one of the acupoints, completely opening it.

At the same time, the other two acupoints will be closed more tightly due to squeezing, and more powerful external force is needed to open them again.

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