Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 72

2020-11-07

Chapter 72 Dormant

On the second day, Fang Dou guessed that he woke up from martial law and came to the door to resign.

"Go?"

Martial law was wearing a hot towel on his head, obviously not awake from a hangover, his eyes were hazy, and he was very surprised.

Fang Dou has some regrets, "A few days ago, I came to your temple to visit the door, but I didn't have a letter of recommendation or a reward, and was driven away by the Master at the door!"

" I'm a wild monk with no identity, or Senior Brother Yan take me in, I'm afraid there will be trouble!"

He said this, helpless sighed.

The martial law shook his head, nonchalantly, "The people from the Guest Recieving Hall, just drive out the outsiders, my good friend of martial law, they can't control it."

"You're here now. Stay for as long as you want, I can still provide you with three meals and one night!”

As the Elder Brother of the Church, Martial Law was assigned a separate courtyard, with living room, bedroom, and private kitchen. There are, of course, rooms in the east and west compartments.

This Eldest Senior Brother looks beautiful, but in fact he is very lonely. Except for his subordinates who follow him, he has never seen other people with the same status.

In addition, he didn't raise women or give birth to children outside, and his life style was surprisingly good!

At his invitation, Fang Dou stayed in the east wing.

During the day, martial law has to report to the scripture hall, and can only come back in the afternoon.

During this time, no outsiders dared to break into the small courtyard, so Fang Dou stayed in the wing, secretly refining meat beans.

To say that this Fuyuan Temple is really great generosity, a tributary is drawn from the river outside the town, and then sent into the temple to build a waterside pavilion.

In the courtyard under martial law, there is also a living water introduction, which converges into a pond in the courtyard.

The crocodile spirit was able to enter along the living water and sneak into the courtyard. Fang Dou took advantage of no one in private and took out the pickled corpses hidden in his stomach one by one.

The temple is full of incense and sandalwood all day long to cover up the smell of pickled corpses. It is actually an excellent place.

Fang Dou, with his previous experience in refining grass beans, is quite handy in refining pickled corpses.

But when I actually got started, I found that there were too many variables, one of which was that the quality of the pickled corpse was uneven, but it was collected by Wang Zhuanlun, and the quality was uneven.

Fang Dou scrapped more than a dozen pickled corpses one after another, and only then did he figure out the general trick and officially entered the right track.

Fortunately, there are hundreds of materials for pickling corpses, and the craftsmanship can be gradually improved.

According to Fang Dou's estimation, it takes at least three or four pickled corpses to make a bean-level bean soldier.

A few days later, in the wing room, the golden light flickered, and a majestic soldier with a gun stood on the spot, his expression not angry and arrogant.

Next moment, the soldier turns into golden light, falls into Fang Dou's hands, and turns into a flesh-colored bean.

"It's not easy!"

This was the first successful meat bean, for which four high-quality pickled corpses were consumed.

Fang Dou took the bean lightly, estimating that the remaining pickled corpse would be enough to make a hundred bean soldiers.

Nut beans are of higher level than grass beans, and the battle strength of bean soldiers is stronger. Only five grass soldiers can match a bean bean. No matter in terms of strength, speed and self-healing, they are all a lot higher. .

A hundred soldiers are like bean soldiers, how powerful is that?

There are many people in Qianqiu Society, right? I directly violent soldiers, can not kill you!

The bean soldier is more powerful than the pickled corpse. Fang Dou really masters hundreds of bean soldiers, but he is far from the original Wang Zhuanluan.

Fang Dou began to look forward to making bean soldiers.

But not every day all has time. Martial law entertains him to stay, and whenever he has time, he takes him everywhere to visit Fuyuan Temple.

I have to say that this famous temple has many landscapes, and the scenery is even more beautiful.

"Fang Dou, you see, this is the Hall of Medicine Master, one of the three great halls of Fuyuan Temple."

"In the center of the main hall, the King Buddha of Medicine Master is enshrined, and there are two next to it. There are two Bodhisattva, the two Bodhisattva, who go away and abandon the disease, and then 38 Arhat, the medicine applicator!"

"The medicine pestle enshrined there, according to legend, is the Magical Artifact of the Medicine King Buddha."

Martial law took Fang Dou unimpeded, walking in the solemn great hall.

The majesty of the Pharmacist Hall is no less than that of some large buildings. The ceiling on the head is painted with story portraits. It is the story of the Pharmacist King Buddha walking in the world, saving the people and dispelling the plague.

In the great hall, the tall Buddha statue is 30 meters high, covered with golden-bright and dazzling lacquer, and the table below is more than ten meters long, with flowers, fruits, incense candles, oil lamps, etc. .

Many monks held prayer wheels, wooden fish and other Magical Artifacts, and knelt down and prayed in front of the Buddha statue.

After walking out of the Hall of Medicine Masters, martial law took Fang Dou again to visit Tallinn.

In Tallinn, the martial law was much more serious. After passing the stone towers, they kept their hands together and bowed one by one.

"Fang Dou, these stone pagodas are all left by the sages of this temple. In each pagoda, either a fleshy body Buddha is sealed, or a Relic is enshrined."

It turns out that Fu If the monks from the past dynasties in Yuan Temple were of high moral standing and superb Dharma skills, they would be sent to Tallinn to make offerings after their death.

The difference is that monks exercise fleshy body, Transcendent Saint, so that fleshy body is immortal, and after death they become 'fleshy body Buddha'; mana monks can self-rain, burn out flesh and blood, and eventually become into relic.

The situation of the two is different, and there is no distinction between them. They have separate stone towers for offerings.

However, with the Buddha's magic cultivator, the height of the fruit, the height of the stone pagoda is also different.

In Tallinn, most of them are stone towers about one person high, but there are also three or four like a crane in a flock of chickens, which are more than ten meters high.

The martial law pointed to the stone pagodas, and said, "The pagodas are enshrined in the four most outstanding monks in the past dynasties of my Fuyuan Temple, and they all have the honorary title of archmage!"

Fang Dou listened and was in awe. To achieve this achievement, the Qi-eating method must at least be cultivated to the Sixth Layer, and he is still far from it!

In Tallinn, so many fleshy body Buddhas and relics are the embodiment of the thousand-year-old heritage of Fuyuan Temple. It is no wonder that demons and ghosts dare not approach.

However, Fang Dou's heart skipped a beat, how does this fleshy body Buddha feel similar to the way of pickled corpse?

The marinated corpse is already so powerful, if you use it...

Stop!

Fang Dou hurriedly stopped the idea of committing a crime. This is Fuyuan Temple. The Tallinn is like the ancestral tomb of the monks in the temple. As a guest, you are planning to dig someone's ancestral tomb. Is this reasonable?

After the two visited Tallinn, martial law began to invite Fang Dou.

“Fang Dou, can you eat meat?”

Fang Dou laughed heartily, “I don’t avoid meat and vegetables!”

“A fellow in the same way! Martial Law hugged Fang Dou affectionately, "Let's go to a good place together."

A moment later, Martial Law and Fang Dou, dressed as ordinary passersby in small blue clothes and hats, walked out from the side door of Fuyuan Temple.

"I know a farmer whose father makes the most delicious lamb. You can't wait to swallow your tongue."

"Let's go buy a few jars of tangerine peel yellow wine first. It goes best with lamb!"

The monk secretly drinks and eats meat, and he has a fixed place. Martial law dares to take Fang Dou there, obviously treating him as his own without any reservations.

That night, the two of them enjoyed the meal. At the beginning of martial law, they tried their best to persuade them to drink. Later, they drank too much and were carried back by Fang Dou.

Fang Dou sent martial law back to the bedroom, went back to the guest room, and continued to make bean soldiers during the night.

However, he still couldn't help but think, if using the fleshy body Buddha to make bean soldiers, it would be so powerful!

As the days go by, there are fewer and fewer pickled corpses and more and more bean soldiers, and the first results have been seen.

(end of this chapter)