I am devoted to the Tao

Chapter 2 Surprise! Big surprise!

Jiangchuan and Jinghui walked through the rice fields, carrying the white jade rice, and came to the servants' yard.

The servants' yard is paved with bluestone, and the gray-black tiles and reddish-brown walls are covered with mottled marks, making the whole yard look a bit old.

An old monk wearing a bright yellow monk's robe and with an old face stood in front of the servant's room. When he saw Jiang Chuan and Jing Hui walk into the servant's yard, he spoke slowly.

"Jinghui, Jingyang, if you come back one stick of incense later, I will have to take care of you tonight."

Thinking of his hungry brothers staring at him like hungry wolves, Jiang Chuan felt a slight chill on his back.

"I don't dare to trouble Elder Jingzhen. Jinghui and I will go pick some rice and send it to the kitchen."

"Yes, we'll pick the rice now."

Jinghui put down the white jade rice, ran into the house quickly, and took out two wooden basins.

White jade rice is different from ordinary rice and does not have rice husks.

With a gentle pull of the palm, bunches of white corn fell into the wooden basin like pearls.

In a short while, Jiangchuan and Jinghui finished picking the white corn.

As the two men picked up the wooden basin, Elder Jingzhen's voice rang out again.

"After dinner, come to the servants' quarters. There's a surprise."

Jiang Chuan looked helpless: "Elder Jingzhen, are you chopping a thousand pounds of firewood or cleaning the Spirit Beast Courtyard?"

"neither."

Elder Jingzhen smiled, raised his right arm and extended three fingers.

"It's to chop three thousand pounds of firewood."

Jing Hui: “.”

Jiangchuan: "."

Can we not have this surprise?
Not only do you not pay me for working overtime, you even double the workload!
Capitalists feel ashamed when they see you!
It is really unbearable and unbearable!
I. I'll come after dinner.

Jiang Chuan got angry for a moment, then continued walking towards the kitchen.

There is no way. Those who can be elders in Bodhi Temple must be at least fourth-level cultivators.

He is only at the peak of the first realm now. Even if there are a hundred of him, they cannot defeat Elder Jingzhen.

When the day comes that he can defeat Elder Jingzhen, it won't be as simple as chopping three thousand pounds of firewood.

The kitchen was very close to the servants' yard. When Jiangchuan and Jinghui arrived at the kitchen, they saw more than a dozen monks in bright yellow robes constantly adding water to more than ten large pots.

Putting down the two pots of white corn, Jiangchuan and Jinghui walked through the kitchen and sat down at the long table in the front hall.

"Junior brother, how long will it take to chop three thousand kilograms of firewood?" Jing Hui lay on the table, looking as if he had lost all hope in life.

Jiang Chuan stretched out a finger.

"One hour? Can it be finished in such a short time? If I ask two more brothers for help, it should be possible." Jing Hui rolled her eyes, thinking about who to drag into the water.

Jiang Chuan shook his head: "What I want to say is, if you keep chopping, you will eventually finish it."

Jing Hui: “.”

While the two were talking, the aroma of rice wafted out from the kitchen.

It has a rich rice aroma, with a hint of orchid and grassy fragrance, which makes people's appetites whet.

Jiang Chuan rubbed his temples helplessly.

It’s been a month since I traveled through time!
White corn porridge in the morning, white corn porridge at noon, and white corn porridge in the evening.

Jiang Chuan now finds it difficult to swallow the white corn porridge.

A moment later, Jiangchuan saw wooden barrels filled with white corn porridge being carried out by monks from the kitchen, poured into bowls, and placed on the table one by one.

Looking at the white corn porridge placed in front of him, Jiang Chuan gritted his teeth and drank it all in one gulp.

Jinghui tasted it in small sips and finally licked the bottom of the bowl with satisfaction.

"It's much more delicious than the steamed buns my mom makes, but it's a pity I only have one bowl for each meal!"

Putting down the bowl of porridge, Jinghui looked at Jiangchuan: "Junior brother, let's go. I heard that a new boxing technique will be taught today. If you go late, you will have to stand at the back." Jiangchuan's eyes flashed slightly, and a hint of anticipation appeared on his face. He followed Jinghui and left, heading for the Martial Monks' Academy.

The monks in Bodhi Temple work in the morning and practice in the afternoon.

On the way to the monastery, the two of them saw many monks rushing to have lunch.

When they arrived at the Martial Monks' Temple, many monks had already arrived. Jiangchuan and Jinghui quietly came to the front and stood there.

Another half hour passed, and the monastery was crowded with monks who arrived one after another.

Under the gaze of the crowd, an old monk holding a sandalwood rosary, his body as thin as a bamboo pole, floated down from mid-air.

"Strange! In the past, it was the senior brothers from the Martial Monks Academy who taught us magic, but why is it Elder Jingyun who came in person today?" Jing Hui was surprised and muttered to herself.

Elder Jingyun raised his eyes and glanced at everyone present.

"The abbot has decided that starting this year, the number of students that can be admitted into the Martial Monks Academy each year will be increased from 100 to 200."

"At the same time, more resources will be allocated to train disciples. You must cultivate well and do not let the abbot down."

Jinghui and others all looked excited.

The expansion of the number of places in the Martial Monk Academy means that it will be easier for them to leave the Menial House and end their heavy labor!

How could this not be exciting?
Jiang Chuan also showed excitement, while thinking secretly.

"Just like the simulated history, Buddhism is preparing to cooperate with the Jiuyuan Dynasty to strengthen itself and fight against the Immortal Path."

In the Qingyuan Realm, there is no such thing as the righteous path.

Apart from the immortal path, all others are evil and unorthodox.

Many forces in Buddhism and Taoism, including the Bodhi Temple, are considered heretics in the eyes of immortal monks.

Because Buddhism and Taoism were classified as heterodox, they often had conflicts with Taoism.

"Although Bodhi Temple is a wealthy and powerful place, its resources are also limited. I want to become stronger as quickly as possible, break through the fourth realm, and pass through the sandalwood forest. I must fight for it! I must show my talent in order to receive Bodhi Temple's strong training!"

Jiang Chuan's heart was in turmoil and he made up his mind.

"Today I will teach you the Arhat Subduing Tiger Fist. This fist technique can not only be used to fight against enemies, but also help to strengthen the body." Elder Jingyun's voice sounded again.

Jinghui and others immediately looked at Elder Jingyun intently.

Jiang Chuan and other disciples of the Jing generation have been in the temple for at least a year, and the oldest has been there for almost three years.

Many people have already cultivated to the peak of the first level, or even the second level of body forging.

Arhat Subduing Tiger Fist is just right for Jing Hui and others today.

Strands of blue light gushed out from Elder Jingyun's pores, condensed in front of Elder Jingyun's body, and turned into a crystal clear blue man.

"Mana power condenses into shape!"

A hint of envy appeared in Jiang Chuan's eyes.

Four realms!

This was a state he had failed to reach despite simulating thirty times.

Under the control of Elder Jingyun, the man practiced the Arhat Subduing Tiger Fist.

"Roar!"

As the man practiced boxing, the wind from his fists sounded like a tiger's roar. Under his crystal-clear skin, blood and energy were constantly transported to all parts of his body, tempering every inch of his skin and bones.

Under the control of Elder Jingyun, the blue man hit three times in a row before stopping.

"Is there anything you don't understand?"

"Elder Jingyun, disciple Jingyang has a question."

As soon as Jiang Chuan finished speaking, he felt a dense crowd of eyes falling on him.

"Go ahead."

"I have already mastered the Arhat Subduing Tiger Fist. If I want to learn some new boxing techniques or spells, where can I go?"

(End of this chapter)