Chapter 100: Get what you want, Zhen Gang Tian Sutra, the fruit of life blooms!

Author: Cat Dreaming in the Deep Sea

Chapter 100: Get what you want, Zhen Gang Tian Sutra, the fruit of life blooms!

early morning.

It was just getting dark.

Wuzhuang View Cave Heaven.

In an attic.

An innermost room.

The large windows are open.

A big silver-white mouse was lying on the windowsill with its legs in the air, snoring softly.

The cool breeze of midsummer morning blows into the room from time to time.

Blow up the silvery white hair of the big rat.

The big mouse hummed comfortably, stretched out its short hand to scratch its head, turned over, and continued to sleep peacefully.

The cool breeze blows through the window, blows through the hall, and blows directly into the big bed in the bedroom.

Big bed.

A figure was sitting cross-legged.

The whole body was surrounded by streaks of black smoke and mist that kept intertwining and billowing, making it almost impossible to see the true appearance. It was inexplicably terrifying.

At this time.

The figure who was sitting cross-legged and meditating suddenly opened his eyes.

The black mist and smoke immediately dispersed like clouds and rain, and penetrated into the figure's body, revealing a young and handsome face with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"call"

The young figure let out a long breath, and a black bolt immediately spurted out from his mouth, quickly passing through the bedroom hall and flying straight towards the open window.

The big silver mouse that was originally lying on the windowsill seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned over with a groan.

The next second.

The black horse in the hall flew quickly, flew close to the body of the silver-white rat, flew out of the window, flew into the world outside, and disappeared.

On the window sill, the big mouse was still soundly asleep, murmuring and humming from time to time, as if he hadn't noticed anything and everything was in his dream.

At this time, a young figure in a gray robe walked out of the bedroom.

He walked to the table in the living room, picked up the teapot on the table and drank it all in one breath.

Then he strode towards the door, and on the way he shouted towards the large window sill: "Xiao Bai, I'm going to work, come to the kitchen with me."

The big mouse on the window sill just turned over when he heard the sound, ignored it, and continued to sleep soundly.

The young figure didn't care that there was no response, opened the door, left the room, and strode outside.

This one is a man and a mouse.

Of course it was Lu Fei and his youngest son, the treasure-hunting mouse Xiaobai.

No, it may not necessarily be a son.

Lu Fei still doesn't know whether Xiaobai is a male or a female.

Every time he was about to take a look and confirm Xiaobai's gender, Xiaobai would resist.

Lu Fei couldn't force it, so he had to give up.

Since three months ago, I have been climbing on the white stone path of Wanshou Mountain for more than three years before my master, Zhen Yuanzi, took me in.

Lu Fei's job as a handyman at Wuzhuangguan has lasted for three months.

In the past three months, he has been eating well, drinking well, and sleeping well.

Even though I eat one meal a day, a small bowl of rice, it looks like the same treatment as I did at the beginning of Langlang Mountain.

In Langlang Mountain, it was to fill our stomachs and survive.

But in Wuzhuang Temple, eating is purely for better practice.

Because the cultivation level that Lu Fei gained through painstakingly practicing the Demon Breathing Method all night long was actually not as good as the cultivation level that he absorbed and improved after eating a bowl of spiritual rice every night.

Although the latter's cultivation level is not much higher than that of the former.

Although this may sound outrageous.

But it's true.

Because Lu Fei has compared it.

At this time, his proficiency in the "Monster Breathing Method" has reached the level of perfection.

Just like this, one night of practice is not as good as the small bowl of rice that Wuzhuang Temple has every day.

If this were replaced by other monsters in the wilderness mountain.

How long do you need to practice to catch up with this bowl of rice?

What a shame.

But if you know that the spiritual energy in Wuzhuang Temple is one of the best in the entire world, even the well water you usually drink contains spiritual energy.

You won’t think why that bowl of carefully cooked rice is so outrageous.

At this time, the sky in the east will not be bright yet.

Listening to the chirping of cicadas that seemed to be everywhere, Lu Fei strode towards the kitchen courtyard.

Not long after.

Come to the small courtyard.

Go into the kitchen.

Lu Fei skillfully lit the split black firewood with a strong woody scent using his cultivation.

This process took him a lot of effort.

When lit.

His forehead was already covered with sweat.

A firewood was raised.

Lu Fei walked to the small urn next to the corner of the kitchen and peered into it with his spiritual consciousness. He saw that one by one, energetic and lively spiritual rice were running back and forth, jumping, fighting, and making a mess of porridge.

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At this time, they discovered that spiritual consciousness had entered, and all the spiritual ricers were immediately frightened. They all scrambled to shrink and hide under the bottom of the urn, subconsciously squeezing into a ball.

In this way, Lu Fei didn't need to fish out every grain of rice.

One volume of Divine Consciousness is a big handful.

Then he put them in containers to prevent them from escaping, and then walked towards the steamer.

At the same time.

Outside the small courtyard.

Two figures wearing one pink and one green monk's robes and hair tied in boy buns walked over talking and laughing.

Looking at the bright lights in the kitchen from a distance.

Qingfeng Mingyue's eyes lit up immediately when he saw it, and Mingyue immediately smiled and said: "I guess the junior brother in the kitchen must have arrived early."

As he spoke, he looked at Qingfeng beside him and said, "Senior brother, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Qingfeng immediately shook his head and said with a smile: "Who in the audience doesn't know that junior brother is the most diligent and gets up the earliest every day, so I won't bet with you."

"Let's hurry up too"

“The opening day of the park is approaching, so we should finish our work early”

Saying that, Qingfeng strode into the small courtyard, and Mingyue quickly followed.

"Junior brother, it's getting earlier and earlier."

Walking into the kitchen, looking at Junior Brother Lu Fei who was busy and sweating profusely, Qingfeng immediately stepped forward to help and said with a smile: "Junior Brother, you should meditate more, your cultivation level is still low."

Lu Fei carefully put the bouncing spiritual rice into the steamer, covered it, then wiped the sweat on his forehead and said with a smile: "Doing these jobs is also practice, not to mention I am the youngest in the world, so I should do more."

"It's a pity that my cultivation level is not as good as those of the two senior brothers. Otherwise, there would be no need to bother the two senior brothers with regard to steaming rice and making rice."

This sounds nice to say.

Qingfeng said with a smile on his face.

Ming Yue's face was even more happy when he said that. He quickly walked up to Lu Fei, holding a cattail leaf fan he found from nowhere in his hand. While fanning his junior brother Lu Fei, he said: "Junior brother, we are indeed right.
To be continued...