Xuanxia

Chapter 184 Distribution Resources

At dusk, Fu Qingzhou walked into the dining hall of Fanyin Temple.

The lay disciples sat quietly at the dinner table. There was porridge and rice in front of each of them, but no one started to eat. They even left the seat in the center empty and reserved a bowl of meat porridge for them.

Fu Qingzhou adjusted his expression, walked over with a gloomy face and sat down.

Seeing that his expression was not right, everyone became a little nervous.

Instead of eating, he crossed his legs and looked at the man he found this morning when he asked "what job is the most lucrative".

"you."

He asked coldly, "What's your name?"

The man shuddered: "Brother Qing, my name is Chen Tian..."

"Well, Chen Tian." Fu Qingzhou said coldly: "You are not allowed to eat tonight."

Everyone was shocked, and Chen Tian's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but looking at Fu Qingzhou's cold gaze, he did not dare to speak in the end, and just nodded timidly.

"I don't know why, right?"

Fu Qingzhou sneered: "Then let me tell you - are you telling me today that purchasing is an easy and lucrative job?"

"Yes... yes." Chen Tian said in a low voice.

"What a fart!"

Fu Qingzhou's eyes widened, and he slammed his hand on the table: "This is nonsense!"

He pointed at Chen Tian and cursed, "Damn it, there were only a few hours in total, and it took most of the hour to travel back and forth. With the money I gave, how much would be left after buying the things on the list? It's not even enough for a drink!"

His voice was so loud that even the monks not far away turned their heads away.

But lay disciples and monastic disciples are almost two different worlds, so the monks just smiled sarcastically, sneered at each other, and then went back to eating their meals.

Chen Tian, ​​who was being questioned, was very aggrieved: "Brother Qing, if you save a little, you can still have some left... If you save for ten days or half a month, it will be enough for you to go to a brothel..."

"Pooh!"

Fu Qingzhou was furious: "I still need to save for ten days or half a month! Why didn't you say that I could buy a yard after saving for ten or eight years?"

Chen Tian lowered his head and dared not speak.

"Anyway, I don't want to do this shopping job anymore."

He waved his hand vigorously: "Whoever wants to do it can do it. Starting tomorrow, I will do the work of distributing cultivation resources."

"Yes..." the lay disciples responded in a low voice.

At this point, Fu Qingzhou felt that it was about time, so he snorted, picked up the meat porridge and began to eat it with slurps. Only then did the lay disciples dare to slowly pick up their bowls.

Then Chen Tian really didn't dare to eat anymore. He looked at "Brother Qing" eating porridge with a gloomy face. He didn't even dare to touch the chopsticks, nor did he dare to walk away. He could only sit in his seat and watch the people around him eat silently.

Fu Qingzhou was not afraid that he would starve people by trying to establish his authority. They were all people who had opened up the fourth level of martial arts, so skipping a few meals would have no effect at all.

After the meal, he chanted the Buddha's name again. This time he was prepared and was not affected.

However, he still took the opportunity to take a look around when all the monks in the temple gathered together - well, he couldn't find out which one was Fa Nu.

There was no conversation that night, and the next morning the training was done as usual, except that this time the training was no longer about weapon techniques, but about the Golden Body and Bronze Bone Technique.

A group of lay disciples sat cross-legged on the martial arts field, practicing their skills. They were accompanied by Fa Jing and several other instructors, who answered their questions and resolved their confusions.

Fu Qingzhou doesn't really need any guidance...

Because he doesn't know anything about the Golden Body and Bronze Bones Skill.

He just silently practiced the Yiran Jue and suppressed it to the fourth realm level, and left the rest to the Smoker.

After lunch, it was finally time to work again.

Fu Qingzhou followed the instructions and came to the warehouse again - but this time he didn't come to collect money for purchases, but to receive cultivation supplies and distribute them to all the monks of the Fa generation according to the list.

The list was very thoughtful. In addition to the names, it also clearly stated where each monk lived. "Maybe because the lay disciples change frequently and the people working are replaced one day and one tomorrow, so they don't have to keep asking."

Fu Qingzhou looked at the list and smiled secretly.

The cultivation resources he was asked to deliver were not that complicated. They were just some newly refined pills.

These pills were not high-end goods. He had taught himself some pharmacology when he was in Wuwei Temple. He knew at a glance that these were the most basic pills for strengthening the body and replenishing the vital energy.

However, some monks above the sixth realm require somewhat different resources for cultivation.

That pill...is not the pill for strengthening the body and nourishing the essence.

Fu Qingzhou looked at the blood-red pill in the box and fell silent.

"Why are you so stunned?"

The monk in charge of the warehouse frowned and said, "If you have checked everything and found nothing wrong, hurry up and deliver it. If you delay the brothers' practice, you will be in trouble!"

No matter how powerful "Zhou Qing" is among the lay disciples, in the eyes of the monks, he is still a small fry.

Fu Qingzhou didn't care. He just responded sullenly, picked up the big package containing a bunch of pills, and left the warehouse.

"That was the elixir made from women's flesh and blood, right?"

he asked in his mind.

The smoker replied lazily, "Most likely, the pill is very bloody."

Fu Qingzhou frowned: "Isn't it said that martial artists wear human skins and magicians eat blood pills... but why do martial artists also need blood pills?"

"Who knows? Maybe there is something wrong with the Blood Cicada Secret Sect inheritance they obtained, maybe they have changed themselves, or maybe they are making a new attempt..."

The Smoker said nonchalantly, "At least you know one thing. These guys who need to eat blood pills to practice are definitely not practicing the Golden Body and Bronze Bone Kung Fu."

Fu Qingzhou nodded slightly.

He also saw that Fa Nu's name was on the list of monks who were to receive the blood pills.

This person followed Yuanwu for ten years, went down the mountain nine times, and killed dozens of people. These are just the "public data". Maybe he also went to those strongholds in secret and helped to peel the skin and refine the pills.

There is no way to clean up this kind of person, he must be killed.

As for who killed his adoptive father in Bailu Mountain...

Fu Qingzhou looked at the names on the list, shook his head and smiled.

It doesn’t matter anymore, none of these people are innocent... they all have to pay with their lives.

Distributing cultivation resources is indeed a relatively easy job. How heavy can a pile of pills be? It is nothing more than carrying the things around in the temple, finding the residences of the monks, going in, saying a few nice words, and delivering the pills, and the job is done.

If you are interested, you can try to build some connections or something.

For example now...

Fu Qingzhou is about to try to establish a relationship with that Fa Nu.

As one of the earliest disciples to join the Fanyin Temple and one with extremely high cultivation, Fanu naturally has his own separate monk's room located in a small courtyard.

The courtyard was very simple, with deep knife marks all over the walls and floor tiles.

When I arrived at the courtyard, the first thing I heard was a heavy cough from inside the house.

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Ha ha……"

The Smoker sneered, "With an unstable foundation and forcibly practicing evil methods, I'm afraid he won't live long. Even from such a distance, I can feel that there is a lot of life force and blood in his body that does not belong to him. This is an invasion of external evil..."

Fu Qingzhou didn't say anything, but just walked forward silently and pushed the door open.

(End of this chapter)