Bringing the farm to another world

Shi Yongyan opened the door and took a look. It was a nice room, but a bit small. There was only one room, with a small table in the middle, a futon behind the table, a bed next to it, and a cabinet next to the bed. There was nothing else besides that. It was even smaller than Shi Yongyan's previous room.

However, Shi Yongyan didn't think there was anything wrong with the room. Since they didn't need to cultivate, they didn't need any quiet rooms. So Shi Yongyan nodded with great satisfaction and said, "Okay, thank you, senior brother."

The disciple nodded, then glanced at Shi Yongyan and said, "The rest is up to you. If you can't hold on and want to leave, you don't need to say goodbye. Just go. But remember, take this sign with you before you leave." As he spoke, he took out a sign from his spatial equipment and placed it in a designated spot next to the door. The sign only had the character "sleep" on it, a reminder that someone was there.

Shi Yongyan nodded. He was about to say something more when the monk waved his hand and left. Once he was gone, Shi Yongyan didn't say anything more. He went into the room, closed the door, and then took out his bedding and spread it on the bed. He didn't take anything else out, but instead took out a fasting pill, swallowed it, and immediately lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep.

What Shi Yongyan didn't know was that the monk who had led him there, though seemingly gone, hadn't actually left. After Shi Yongyan entered the room, he reappeared in front of Shi Yongyan's door. However, it seemed that some kind of magic array was covering his aura, so Shi Yongyan didn't notice him when he arrived at Shi Yongyan's door.

The disciple listened intently to the sounds coming from Shi Yongyan's room. He soon heard Shi Yongyan fall asleep, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face. He was now certain that Shi Yongyan was also a follower of the God of Sloth; otherwise, he wouldn't be behaving this way. Only then did he leave.

And so Shi Yongyan officially joined the Sleeping Dream Hall. He still got up every ten days to take a Bigu Pill, and then went back to sleep. The other people in the Sleeping Dream Hall were in a similar situation. But what was strange was that disciples were still joining the Sleeping Dream Hall from time to time. Soon, the courtyard of the Sleeping Dream Hall could not hold all these people.

The others in Shifo Temple also knew about this matter. They all looked at each other in bewilderment. Initially, they agreed to establish the Sleeping Dream Hall out of respect for the Supreme Elder of the sect. In their view, no disciple would join the Sleeping Dream Hall. However, out of respect, they still gave the Supreme Elder a large courtyard and allowed him to recruit people from the entire sect. They thought that the elder would not be able to recruit anyone, but they did not expect that the elder would actually recruit people, and quite a few at that. This surprised the people in Shifo Temple. At the same time, they were also a little annoyed. In their view, those who joined the Sleeping Dream Hall were all good-for-nothing disciples, and they had almost given up on those disciples.

However, they did not expect that in just a few months, so many disciples had joined the Sleeping Dream Hall. The large courtyard that could hold hundreds of people could no longer accommodate them. This was no small matter. If hundreds of disciples slept every day, they would all be ruined. The sect could not possibly support all these people.

So when the Supreme Elder came to ask Shi Kongming, the head of Shifo Temple, for the courtyard, Shi Kongming frowned. He looked at the elder, who was quite handsome. He was not tall, had an unusual appearance, and his long eyebrows drooped down to the corners of his mouth, giving him a kind and benevolent look.

However, he was sitting there casually, completely unlike a high-ranking monk. Shi Kongming looked at the Supreme Elder and said, "Uncle Jueqing, isn't your Dream Hall developing too fast? You know the situation of the sect. If all the disciples join your Dream Hall, what will happen to their cultivation? I heard that those who join your Dream Hall hardly cultivate at all, and you have never given them any guidance. In that case, won't those disciples be ruined? Uncle, for the sake of the sect, you can't recruit any more people."

Shi Jueqing glanced at Shi Kongming, then said, "How about this? I'll give you a chance. You choose ten disciples, and I'll choose ten disciples from the Dream Hall. We'll have a competition to see if the Dream Hall disciples have improved. If their strength has improved, or even surpasses that of disciples who train normally, then you must allow the Dream Hall to exist, and you must also allow me to recruit people. What do you say?"

Shi Kongming was taken aback, then he looked at Shi Jueqing and said, "Uncle-Master, you're so confident?"

Shi Jueqing smiled and said, "Of course I'm confident. What do you think? Do you agree? Let me make it clear to you that all the disciples who joined the Dream Hall have been registered before. Their strength can be easily found out by checking. It records what their strength was before joining the Dream Hall, what their strength was when they joined, and what their strength is now. You can compare them later and you'll know."

Shi Kongming nodded and said, "Alright, let's do it this way. I'll choose ten disciples, and you'll choose ten disciples too. We'll have a competition in three days. If your disciples win, then your Sleeping Dream Hall can continue to exist, and you can recruit people at will. To be honest, if sleeping can increase strength, I'd like to join your Sleeping Dream Hall myself."

Shi Jueqing smiled and said, "Don't worry, I believe you will join us sooner or later."

Shi Kongming didn't mind, taking Shi Jueqing's words as a joke. The two chatted for a few more minutes before Shi Jueqing left. Watching Shi Jueqing leave, Shi Kongming couldn't help but sigh. Then he said, "Someone come here." Immediately, a young novice monk entered and bowed respectfully to Shi Kongming.

Shi Kongming said, "Notify the Bodhi Hall to select ten elite disciples. We will have a competition with the Sleeping Dream Hall in three days." The young novice monk hesitated for a moment, then responded and turned to leave. Meanwhile, Shi Jueqing had already returned to the Sleeping Dream Hall. As soon as he arrived, he coughed lightly. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the courtyard heard it, and all the sleeping people woke up and opened their eyes.

The next moment, they heard Shi Jueqing's voice: "Three days later, the sect will select ten disciples to compete against us. If we win, the Sleeping Dream Hall will not only continue to exist, but will exist forever. However, if we lose, the Sleeping Dream Hall will probably have to disband. Therefore, three days later, all participating disciples must be careful, and they can only win, not lose. Oh, and remember, three days later, during the competition, make sure you are well-groomed and don't let anyone see any flaws." After saying that, Shi Jueqing stopped talking.

After hearing Shi Jueqing's words, Shi Yongyan and the others did not react at all. After realizing that Shi Jueqing was no longer speaking, they fell asleep again. It wasn't that they didn't hear what Shi Jueqing said, but they were just too lazy to talk or move.

Three days passed quickly. Shi Jueqing woke everyone up again. Shi Yongyan got up, tidied himself up, tidied up the room, and then came out of the room. No one would have guessed that he had been sleeping in the room for a long time.

When they arrived at the training ground in the first courtyard, they found that Shi Jueqing was already waiting for them. Shi Jueqing said, "Come with me. This competition will be held in the training ground."

The training ground is the largest square in Shifo Temple. It's not for ordinary disciples to practice martial arts. Of course, ordinary disciples can come here to practice if they want, but if they damage it, they'll have to be repaired. So no disciple would come here to practice martial arts because they are body cultivators. They might damage it while practicing, and it would be very embarrassing to have to repair it themselves.

Shi Jueqing led the people from the Sleeping Dream Hall to the martial arts arena in no time. The arena was already full of people. In the middle of the arena was an open space of about 10,000 square meters, with bluestone paving the ground. Outside this area were rows of steps, which were used for people to sit on. Now the steps were full of people, all of whom were looking at the arena.

There are rest areas on both sides of the field, which can seat dozens of people. Stone chairs are prepared in these rest areas. Now, in one of the areas, a group of people are sitting there. The leader is a monk who looks to be in his fifties. He is very tall, with a serious face, a full beard, and eyes like lightning. He looks like an iron tower when he sits there.

Beside him sat ten disciples, all of whom were serious-looking, sitting upright with their eyes fixed straight ahead, waiting for Shi Jueqing and the others.

When Shi Jueqing led the disciples of the Sleeping Dream Hall here, everyone's eyes were focused on them. Shi Jueqing, however, did not pay attention to them. Instead, he walked directly to a chair on the other side, waved his hand, and said, "Let's begin."

The monk opposite, who was as tall as an iron tower, looked at Shi Jueqing and bowed to him, saying, "Uncle Jueqing, then I must offend you. Shi Yongshan, please come here."

A disciple stood up beside him, and he responded loudly. He then bowed to the towering monk before walking into the arena. Once there, he bowed to Shi Jueqing again and stood there waiting.

Shi Jueqing simply nodded, then waved his hand. The monk who had previously interacted with Shi Yongyan stood up, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting to Shi Yongshan, and said, "May I ask how strong you are, senior brother? So that we can choose a suitable opponent."

Shi Yongshan was taken aback, then he said, "Yellow Stone Level Three."

The monk nodded and said, "Alright, that junior brother's strength has reached the third level of the Yellow Stone level. He can go up and fight." His words surprised everyone; no one expected him to do this, appointing someone on the spot. This seemed to be a blatant disregard for Shi Yongshan. (End of Chapter)