(Okay, the ranking of the list does not rise but falls, it seems that people and gods are really angry, Yuan Fang, what do you think?--Thank you for the reward of the book friend "Feng Xiaoyin", I finally grabbed a piece of ugly cloth!)

Autumn is still shallow, the green mountains are not old, Duyun Peak stands tall, like a cone, there is a temple built on the pointed peak, it is Duyun Temple

"Ye Shusheng, it's time to eat. ”

With the voice, Monk Yuanqing took a large bowl of rice and a plate of vegetarian dishes, pushed open the door of the meditation room and walked in.

Ye Junsheng put down the brush in his hand, stood up to greet him, and said, "Time has feet, but it is fast." ”

"Isn't it?"

Yuan Qing put down the dishes, glanced at the bookcase, and saw the pages of the newly copied scriptures, the words were correct and distinct, and the specifications were uniform, as if they were printed, and he couldn't help but praise in his heart: "Good words." ”

Ye Junsheng picked up the dishes and chopsticks, devoured them, and suddenly said: "Master Yuanqing, can you add a bowl of rice to the next meal, only one bowl, some are not enough." ”

Yuan Qing was stunned, glanced at him, and thought secretly: People can't look good, this bookworm can really eat it...... It is rumored that he is stupid and does not make a living, but now it seems that he is only afraid of mistakes.

He smiled and said, "In that case, let's increase the number of bowls of rice to two per meal from tomorrow." ”

Ye Junsheng thanked him, ate it for a while, and let Yuan Qing clean up the empty dishes.

After eating, Ye Junsheng did not continue to copy books, but walked out and took a walk to help digestion.

At dusk, a flock of birds returned to the forest, chirping. The sun is setting in the distance, the sky is full of red clouds, and it is solemn.

The site of this Duyun Temple is located on the top of the peak of Duyun Peak, the environment is quiet, and it is also a good place of first class, which is the most suitable for cultivating the mind.

In fact, there are not many monks in the temple, only nine people. In the Tianhua Dynasty, monks are not so easy to be, they must have degrees, have a record, and have a temple to preside over and receive it.

Ye Junsheng came to a clearing behind the temple, and when he saw that there was no one around, he picked up a dead branch and began to practice swords.

――The "Eight Swords of Yongzi" taught by the mysterious fox fairy is imprinted in my mind, and I can't wait to use it all in the fastest time to use it all for my own use. You must know that chopsticks, branches and other things are used as swords, which can hurt the enemy and kill people, which is comparable to the legendary "flying flowers and picking leaves, hurting people and breaking the enemy".

Thinking of his weakness, he was reborn in a short period of time and became a master of swordsmanship, which is enough to deduce that the origin of the Eight Dao Sword Intent is extraordinary, and it is by no means an ordinary martial art.

After the two sword intents that could be used after the evolution, he sweated, turned back to the temple, and fetched water at the well in the side courtyard, cleaned it, and refreshed his spirit.

As such, he walked back to the meditation room.

It is not easy to copy at night, after all, oil lamps and candles are expensive and cannot be used ordinarily. Ordinary people fall asleep at night, and Duyun Temple only lights an everlasting lamp in front of the Buddha, and there is basically no other arrangement, allowing the night to shroud.

Ye Junsheng was not used to going to bed too early, so he took out the "Spirit Fox Picture" from his luggage, unfolded it, and watched it through the two moonlight.

Recently, there has been no more manifestation of the fox fairy. Could it be that teaching art in a dream consumes a lot of his strength, so he needs to recuperate?

Possibly......

As usual, Ye Junsheng talked to himself about the painting, and then he cleaned up and went to bed.

Early in the morning, waking up to a birdsong, rinsing and having breakfast, Ye Junsheng went to work.

There are 18 volumes of scriptures in Duyun Temple that need to be copied, but the total number of words is not much, and it is only 10,000. According to the remuneration of 100 words and a penny, you can get about 100 cents in the end. After all, the requirements are high, not only must be neat, but there can be no errors or omissions, otherwise the page will be wasted and must be copied again. In addition, the resulting loss of paper will be deducted from the remuneration.

Therefore, every day, Ye Junsheng can only copy a maximum of 2,000 words.

10,000 total words, 2,000 words a day, and the fastest time it takes five days.

Ye Junsheng doesn't care about this, there are free accommodation and food, and the environment is good, even if he stays longer, it doesn't hurt. Of course, this is just his wishful thinking, people's temples are not good halls, if you copy 10,000 words of scriptures, you have to copy a year and a half, who wants to entertain?

......

Today's weather is good, the autumn is high and cool, and there is an endless stream of believers who come to Duyun Temple to burn incense.

On the mountain road, three sedan chairs are carried at this time, and there are burly servants following before and after the sedan chair, so as to show that the characters in the sedan chair are either rich or expensive, and have great origins.

Jiang Jing'er sat in the sedan chair, and suddenly yawned, holding her cheeks with her hands, very bored. After all, she couldn't resist her mother's wishes, and finally agreed to come to Duyun Temple with Peng Qingshan, but she also had other thoughts.

About a tea time, the three sedan chairs reached the peak, stopped outside the gate of Duyun Temple, and began to get off the sedan chair.

Today, Jiang Jing'er is still dressed as a man, but her face is charming, and anyone who cares can recognize her real gender, while Peng Qingshan, the second son of the Peng family, wears a white robe, a silk belt around her waist, and a palm-sized jade pendant hanging on the side.

A moment later, the person sitting in the third sedan chair also appeared, but he was carried out and placed on a stretcher. His body is as fat as a pig, and it is Peng Qingcheng, the eldest young master of the Peng family. At this time, he was as soft as mud, his breath was silky, his face was pale golden, and he looked sick.

"Jing'er, we're going to see Master Kong now. ”

The Peng family and the Jiang family are also world friends. There are many contacts with each other, and in terms of title, they are quite cordial.

Jiang Jing'er suddenly came to her senses: "I have heard for a long time that Master Kong is a martial arts master, and I finally have the opportunity to see it." ”

Peng Qingshan introduced: "Master Likong has already entered the innate realm with martial arts, and his attainments in the "Hundred Steps Divine Fist" are perfect, and he can smash rocks when he splits the space. Looking at the martial arts, I am afraid that there are few opponents. ”

"So powerful?"

Jiang Jing'er stuck out her tongue when she heard this. Although she has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, she can be regarded as a heroine among women, and it is not a problem to fight a group of playful men, but compared with real masters, there is still a gap.

When I was young, I wanted to worship the master many times, but I was politely rejected, and I regretted it. ”

Jiang Jing'er's eyes rolled: "Qingshan, you are not bad, you have also had a glorious battle record of killing eighteen thieves alone." ”

Being appreciated by the woman he loved, Peng Qingshan couldn't help but feel proud, but said modestly on the surface: "It's just a trivial matter, but it's not enough to worry about." ”

While speaking, while being led by the monk of the guest, the group directly bypassed the front hall and came to a clean meditation room in the apse to meet the host.

Master Likong is in the age of the sixtieth year this year, his body shape is medium, but his skin is delicate like a baby, there is no slack in the slightest, his eyes are as bright as Hua, and his martial arts cultivation has obviously reached the realm of innate introversion.

After the guests and hosts sat down, and after a few pleasantries, Peng Qingshan went straight to the topic, but he wanted to invite Master Kong to help his eldest brother Peng Qingcheng heal:

"Master, my brother's injury is very strange, I have invited many famous doctors, used a lot of healing medicine, but there is not much improvement, so I have to ask the master to help. ”

"Hehe, Peng Daguan is serious, the monks are compassionate, and they should do their best. ”

The day before yesterday, someone from the Peng family had come to report it, and he had his own score, not much politeness, so he got up and walked to Peng Qingcheng's side, put the two fingers of his right hand together, gently flirted, lifted his shirt to look at the wound, and suddenly his face changed, and he was no longer graceful before, and his voice was a little trembling: "This ...... It's a miracle!"