In the main hall of the ruined temple, the rooster did not sleep all night, and in a daze, there were always hallucinations.

The content of the hallucination was that Fang Dou smiled grimly on his face, and walked over with a kitchen knife. A cold light flashed and his hand rose and fell.

"Gu!"

The rooster is sweating profusely, and this situation is never allowed to happen.

After a night of rest, the wound on its body had condensed and its feathers were covered with coagulated blood clots.

After struggling for a few times, the fluff flew around.

As soon as the rooster exerted force, the red rope under her feet tightened, and she suddenly felt weak all over and collapsed on the ground.

It was unwilling to give up and stared at the stone statue in the center of the main hall.

The stone statue in the ruined temple is not a god or a Buddha, but a scholar with a sad face, holding a scroll and a brush in his hands, with a look of sorrow on his face.

Fang Dou didn't recognize the stone statue. After moving in, he would pay three o'clock in the morning and evening, which could be considered as compensation for occupying the magpie's nest.

However, the rooster obviously recognized the origin of the stone statue and knew that it was indeed this old man. No wonder a thin red rope tied it up so that there was no way to heaven and no way to earth.

Time is up!

The rooster looked outside, the sky light gradually became brighter, and the instinct in her body began to sprout.

"Gugu!"

A loud rooster crow broke the tranquility of the mountains. After an instant, a few crows spoke and responded.

A broken tiles on the roof of the ruined temple were shaken by the roosters and cracked into both sides.

In the side hall to the north, Fang Dou lies on the wooden bed, rubbing the red cloth between his legs.

"Boss, let's have another stir-fried waist belly and a braised large intestine. I have a strong taste, so I can add more ingredients!"

He kept smacking his lips when he dreamed of eating delicious food.

The sound of the rooster crowing came, and Fang Dou seemed to be hit by high voltage electricity, and his body suddenly thrust, "No, let me take a few more bites!"

When he opened his eyes, the table of big fish and meat disappeared.

"It's still like a rooster crowing!"

Fang Dou came back to his senses. He had such a good dream. He had everything, but unfortunately he disappeared before he could enjoy it.

"Damn rooster, I'm going to kill you!"

Fang Dou was full of murderous aura and rushed to the main hall and lifted his cuffs.

"Um!"

Can't do it.

I really can't do it!

Fang Dou shook his hand, scratched his head, "Kneel?"

The rooster tied to the altar, with a red rope tied to the left foot, kneeling cleanly on the ground, with her wings falling down, and she was quite protruding.

"Which is this?"

The rooster looked up and her clear little eyes widened. I endured such shameful actions to survive!

"you……"

Fang Dou spoke slowly, and the rooster nodded desperately when she saw it. You guessed that, I was just begging for mercy.

“…I don’t want to braise!”

Fang Dou's second half of the sentence made the rooster angry and smoked.

"Then change one!"

The rooster's eyes widened, not wanting to braise, not steam, not stew, not cut in vain, I want to live!

This monk is actually a good person, not to eat soft and hard!

"Forget it, eat some light food early in the morning."

Fang Dou boiled the remaining rice last night into porridge with water, and steamed it into half a pot of crock.

The pickles are in the jar, and they have a lot of fun eating them with crispy cucumber and porridge.

A wind blew the clouds and finished breakfast.

Fang Dou washed the clay pot with water, shook it a few times, drank the remaining soup, and warmed the whole body.

"The pickles from Cai Bo's family are so sweet!"

Fang Dou smacked his lips and started morning exercises below.

The golden rooster was tied to the altar and could not leave. She was bored and stared at Fang Dou's every move.

Morning exercise? Humph!

I saw Fang Dou's expression became serious, and his hands stretched out in front of him, as if he was catching something.

The next moment, the golden rooster's eyes were wide open and his eyes were almost re-tuned.

The air near Fang Dou's hands was like a broken water surface, with ripples floating.

Two handfuls of white rice suddenly appeared in the empty palm, as if something was created out of nothing.

After being shocked, the rooster calmed down and was out of sight. It turned out to be a spell.

This move to take out white rice from the void must be some kind of transport technique.

only?

The rooster flashed in confusion, and it could not detect the traces of Fang Dou's spell casting.

Fang Dou didn't know yet that the "reserve rations" was secretly observing him, focusing on "grab rice".

A square rice dou was presented to him, and no other person could be seen except Fang Dou himself.

In the rice bowl, half a bucket of white rice was served, all of which were finely ground into the shell.

Every time Fang Dou reached in, he could grab two handfuls of rice and put them in the rice jar beside him.

This is his biggest trump card through time.

Half a dou of rice with you, and the energy source is constantly being captured every day, and it will automatically return to its original state the next day.

These days, Fang Dou grabbed rice every day. In addition to cooking and eating, the rice he saved was sent to the city for money and buying all kinds of life needs.

After several attempts, Fang Dou finally confirmed that only he could see Mi Dou, but others turned a blind eye to others.

Moreover, there is nothing strange about the rice caught from the rice bowl, it is just ordinary edible rice.

If you want to say something strange, it takes a lot of effort to catch rice from a rice bowl.

A handful of white rice is heavier than a gold brick of the same volume.

As time goes by, square dou grabs rice from rice dou, and its strength increases.

Just yesterday, he carried fifty kilograms of rice and walked more than ten miles to the county town. He could not blush or breathe. His body was great!

From the end to the evening, the square dou was exhausted and he could not take out all half a bucket of rice. There was still a shallow layer left on the bottom.

So, questions follow.

Is there only half a bucket of white rice in the rice bowl? If he finishes all the fishing, will he wait until the next day to recover, or will he fill it up immediately?

This question has been confusing him for a long time.

Today, it is finally time to be revealed.

In the rice bowl in front of me, layers of white rice disappeared and gradually approached the bottom.

Fang Dou's forehead, neck, arms, chest and back were covered with beads of sweat, and his muscles were sore and numb all over his body, and he was almost at his limit.

There was only a thin layer left at the bottom of the rice bucket, and the remaining power of the square bucket was enough to be taken out.

"rise!"

Fang Dou took a deep breath, his face turned red, and his arms rose.

The only white rice left was just held in the palm of your hand and lifted up inch by inch, as if it had been hung with dozens of kilograms of iron weights.

"Huhh!"

The sweat on Fang Dou's forehead turned into beans, falling one by one on the ground, smashing to pieces.

The hands stretched out from the mouth of the rice bowl, and the white rice turned from virtual to solid, appearing under the sky light.

The next moment, a strange scene happened.

At the bottom of the rice bucket, there seemed to be a hole, and the white rice poured in like a tide, rising layer by layer until the previous half-dou stopped, no matter what!

"It's true that there is still half a bucket!"

The question comes again. If Fang Dou's power has no upper limit, can it be captured infinitely?

Fang Dou is exhausted at the moment, so he can only wait for verification in the future.

After watching the whole process, the rooster showed a sarcastic look and could only take half a dou of rice. The Taoist practice of this hand-carrying technique is more than just a low-key one, and it is simply inequality.

Even those thieves who were thieves were much better than this evil monk.

Well, the cock was calculating and knew where to impress him.
Chapter completed!