"Oops."

Chu Moyu touched his buttocks and felt a faint pain.

This lesson is to be merciful, if you move seriously, the fart will be cracked, and let you see what the punishment is.

If you are not a disciple of this sect, you will not be able to spare it.

The old master of the Daomen gave up.

There is also a number one person in the view who is also a bright position, the Taoist secretary and the spirit officer, the duty of the view is to write a note for the Taoist gate, and the silver enshrined in the month is 20 gold and nine silver.

The Shuling official wrote: "In a certain year, a certain month, a certain place, a certain master, who is Chu Moyu, but he was noticed by a certain master and rewarded him with a stick."

It is rare for Chu Moyu to enter the backyard of the temple, a special opportunity.

Tianguanzi met his dumb idiot and paid attention to him.

Tianguanzi was busy looking for the concubine, so naturally he had a place to go.

Not that anyone can come in, and there may not be any wonders and books to read when they come in.

What Chu Moyu's curious eyes saw, the tripod in front of him was very big, and he had never seen such a big tripod.

Anyone can think of it that way.

Seeing things and thinking about people, Fanghua is peerless, this tripod has not been opened, it is a big tripod appliance filled with water, and it is the daily drinking water of Taoist disciples.

"How much gold can you exchange for?"

Chu Moyu was bored, after completing his daily tasks, he leaned against Dingzhong with a decadent posture, his eyes were black, and he fell asleep.

He was happy, and the people in the hospital were busy.

A person who has nothing to do with it, lying here, difficult to be found, and no one to find it.

The disciples of the Dao Sect were busy and restless, and a few people stepped forward and kicked a few times.

"If the disciple is sleeping like this, how can the Dao Sect let it go."

There are many rules, the Taoist sect has always been well-governed, and the details can be regarded as a model of moral model, and the teaching is to burn incense and blissful blowing music, and the disciples in the official leadership worship three times and bow nine times and chant "The Divine Seat is the Holy Saint, what is it." ”

When he is not busy, the disciples come out of the inner door to breathe in the air and feel the scorching sun.

Stretch your tired muscles and bones after alchemy, and drink the holy water brewed by the Daomen to replenish your energy.

The food and daily life of the disciples are taken care of, each with its own taste, and the kitchen disciples also have a special examination profession.

Ginseng is not uncommon here, often during the lunch break, there is ginseng pork bone soup to offer.

Not everyone has cultivated Dao Sect thaumaturgy, apprentices who fish in troubled waters abound, and lazy disciples go out to the toilet more often.

They tell the story of yesterday.

Chu Moyu yawned and stood up, his eyes staring at the holy water they had received, and he could smell the faint jasmine fragrance from a long distance.

The legendary holy water is nothing more than that.

It's not as exaggerated and magical as they say, it's both spiritual and refined.

After a moment's stay, he was kicked out and kicked a few times.

This note was carefully understood, Chu Moyu didn't dare to take another look, and returned home with one person, one cart and one horse.

The dilapidated house, in disrepair, no one in the family presided over it, his parents were lost, his confidence was lost, he walked and lay down with his head bored at will, he had not slept enough, and continued to have the unfinished spring and autumn dream.

The cold wind in the room hit on all sides, and the door god was rustled by the wind.

Therefore, the way of heaven is to sleep on humanity.

Sleeping this is the heavenly way of Chu Moyu's ordinary road, don't think about it, and see the banquet.

A compass flies through the air, and the compass looks for something.

Where did the compass come from, and why did it fly?

It is a Tianyan mecha with a summoning command from the Daomen.

It's still a major event for Daomen elective disciples, and there is a shortage of manpower.

Lack of ability to do the work of carrying corpses.

The compass came to distribute the task, Chu Moyu was named, and he had his share in carrying the corpse, and he was also short of silver.

If a practitioner wants to pass the assessment, there will be casualties, and this old precedent can be found every year.

The money given to carry the corpse was more than the money to buy herbs, and Chu Moyu, the source of wealth, didn't want to sleep soundly this time.

Received instructions to prepare.

There are a lot of tools prepared.

He's a master at that.

According to what the Daomen said, there is no distinction between high and low labor in the world, and carrying the corpse can be rewarded by the Daomen.

Thinking of this bullshit, Chu Moyu very much agreed, carrying the corpse is the closest opportunity to the Daomen.

"Others rushed to the battlefield impassionedly, and I came to carry your corpse, which is enough to prove that I am walking with you"

Talking to himself, he can think like this, Daomen is relieved to find him every year, and he is full of the upper class's intentions.

"Thanks to the love of the Daomen, if I carry the corpse, I will carry it, and the lifting is more stable than anyone else, I want them to know that lifting is a kind of cultivation and a concentration."

Prepared a backpack mecha, is a tool distributed by Daomen last year, is the legacy of Daomen, kept particularly well, has been placed next to the bed, cleaned every day, the texture of the mecha has been touched shiny, will definitely attract the attention of Daomen disciples.

I can't put down the things in the Daomen, and I can't wait to die together, so no fly in the house can touch the rucksack mecha.

Twilight is getting late.

On the aisle outside the door, the door electrification is very good-looking, and the door line connects thousands of households, and the lighting effect is particularly dazzling.

"This is the light of the Daomen, and it is blessed by thousands of people." Quoted from the spoken words of the head of the Taoist sect.

If the Daomen were to collect the money for the light of heaven at this moment, the entire empire would be dark.

There are too many people who are greedy, ignorant, and unwilling to pay any price.

Daomen brought light to every household in the Xuantu Continent, and no one was missed.

Chu Moyu also distributed a rare flashlight from the Daomen, a corpse carryer, and this magical Daomen object was needed for night operations.

Not all corpse bearers are equipped with a doorman who has served the Daomen for at least three years.

Chu Moyu is not the most flexible in his head, and he has been carrying the corpse for the Daomen for four years.

He also had the four bars of the Dao Gate on his shoulder.

As long as there is a job to carry the corpse, a bar can lead the door to a piece of silver, a bag of rice.

The two bars can receive four pieces of silver, five bags of rice, and one Daomen candy.

The three bars can receive seven pieces of silver, and a bottle of one-product first-order psychic pill.

Four bars can receive silver and gold, and there are two times to enter the Tianzhiguan Library to visit the Taoist collection, and a bottle of second-grade first-order psychic pill.

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Chu Moyu survived the spring, summer, autumn and winter, and carried millions of corpses before he returned to today's situation, although he didn't expect to make a fortune, at least every time he had this kind of work, he would make a small fortune.

He is nineteen years old, unmarried so far, and is already the youngest corpse bearer of the Daomen Sect.

It's a bit of a superficial practice.

He passed a quenching test, his fists punching a hollow out of the hard granite.

Thanks to the elixir of the Daomen.

When night came, the mountains and rivers were unharmed, and on the road of thousands of miles, the passers-by returned home one after another, and the disciples of the Taoist sect began to chant and pray for blessings.

Chu Moyu was addicted, he didn't gamble for a day, and he was bored.

The painstaking cultivation of medicinal herbs was sold this morning, just to go to the casino to get a ticket and get back what he lost in the past.

If there is nothing at home, how can a gentleman go to the kitchen.

Plans for tomorrow are in place.

The small restaurant in the city has hung lanterns, and Chu Moyu is on the way to the road with a surging heart.

He began to resent himself for being slow.

Thinking that it will be able to fly with a sword one day, go to the restaurant, and make a distinction in front of people.

Night is nearer.

The gates of the city are near.

A city in the jurisdiction of the empire, called the Three Pestle City, was in front of Chu Moyu's eyes.

Two huge mecha immortal beasts guard the barrier.

It is rumored that if the mecha immortal beast wakes up and the earth-shattering killing array appears, this place will be full of Dao Sect priests and cultivators of various families to besiege Yezifu.

"It's best not to show up tonight, so as not to affect my Chu Moyu's capital."