Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 5

2020-11-07

Chapter 5 Half a bucket of rice

In the main hall of the broken temple, the rooster hadn't slept all night, was stupefied, and always had hallucinations.

The content of the hallucination is Fang Dou with a grin on his face, walking over with a kitchen knife, cold glow flashed, and the knife in his hand fell.

"Goo!"

The rooster brow beaded with sweat, this situation must never happen.

After a night's rest, its wounds were clotted, and its feathers were covered in clotted blood.

After struggling a few times, the fluff flew around.

As soon as the rooster exerted force, the red rope under his feet tightened, and he suddenly felt weak and collapsed to the ground.

It was not reconciled, staring at the stone statue in the center of the main hall.

The stone statues in the ruined temple are not gods and Buddhas, but a Confucian robe scholar with a sad face, holding scrolls and brushes in both hands, with a worried look on his face.

Fang Dou doesn't know the stone statues. After moving in, he pays homage three times in the morning and evening.

However, the rooster obviously knew the origin of the stone statue and knew that it was an old thief.

It's time!

The rooster looks out, the sky gradually brightens, and his instincts begin to germinate.

"Gu gu!"

A loud rooster crowing broke the silence in the mountains. After a while, a few old crows opened their mouths and gu gu responded.

A piece of broken tile on the roof of the ruined temple was shaken by the rooster and cracked to two sides.

In the north side hall, Fang Dou was lying on his side on a wooden bed with a red cloth between his legs.

"Boss, let's have one more stir-fried waist belly and one more braised large intestine. I have a strong taste, so I need to make more ingredients!"

Dreaming of eating delicious food, he kept babbling. .

The sound of roosters crowing came, Fang Dou seemed to have been hit by high-voltage electricity, and his body jerked, "No, let me eat two more bites!"

Wait for him to open Eyes, the table full of big fish and meat disappeared.

"It seems like a rooster is crowing!"

Fang Dou came back to his senses, it was a good dream, I had everything, but unfortunately it was gone before I could enjoy it.

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

Fang Dou murderous-looking, rushed to the main hall and lifted his cuffs.

“en!”

Can’t do it.

I really can't do it!

Fang Dou shrank his hands and scratched his head, "Kneeling?"

The rooster tied beside the offering table, with a red rope tied to his left foot, knelt down neatly on the ground with his wings Then cover fell, quite a gesture of prostrate oneself in admiration.

"What kind of trouble is this?"

The rooster raised his head, his small clear eyes widened. In order to survive, I endured such a shameful act!

"You..."

Fang Dou spoke slowly, the rooster was desperately nodded, you guessed it, I was begging for mercy.

"...I don't want to be braised!"

Fang Dou's last sentence made the rooster angry.

"Then change it!"

The rooster's eyes widened, he didn't want to braise, steam, stew, or cut into white, I want to live!

This monk is actually a jerk who doesn't eat hard or soft!

"Forget it, let's eat something light in the morning."

Fang Dou boiled the leftover rice from last night into porridge with water, and put it in a steaming half-crock pot.

The pickles are open, a bite of crunchy cucumber and a bite of porridge.

After some strong wind scattering the last clouds, breakfast was over.

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

"The pickles from Uncle Cai's house are so sweet!"

Fang Dou smacked his lips and started his morning exercise.

The golden rooster was chained to the table, unable to walk, bored and staring at Fang Dou's every move.

Morning exercise? Hmph hmph!

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

Next moment, the golden rooster's eyes are round, and the eyeballs are about to pop out.

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

Two handfuls of white rice suddenly appeared in the empty palm, as if to create something from nothing.

After the shock, the rooster calmed down and lost his sight. It turned out to be a spell who understood.

This hand fished out the white rice from the void, it must be some kind of transportation.

Just?

The rooster flickered suspiciously, but it didn't notice, Fang Dou cast the spell.

Fang Dou didn't know it yet, the 'reserve ration' was watching him secretly, concentrated attention completely 'grabbing rice'.

A square rice bucket was presented in front of him, and no one could see it except Fang Dou himself.

In the rice bucket, there are half buckets of white rice, all of which are shelled and finely ground rice.

Every time Fang Dou reaches inside, he can grab two handfuls of rice and put it in the rice jar beside him.

This is his biggest hole card.

Carry half a bucket of rice with you, every day all can be continuously grabbed, and the second day will automatically return to its original state.

These days, Fang Dou is catching rice every day. In addition to cooking and eating, the rice he has accumulated is sent to the city and exchanged for money to buy all kinds of living necessities.

After several attempts, Fang Dou finally determined that Mi Dou was the only one who could see him, and others turned a blind eye.

In addition, there is nothing special about the rice caught from the rice bucket, it is just ordinary edible rice.

What is strange is that it takes a lot of effort to grab the rice from the rice bucket.

A handful of white rice is actually heavier than the same volume of gold bricks.

As time goes by, Fang Dou grabs rice from the rice bucket, with strength as the tide rises, the boat floats.

Just yesterday, he carried 50 catties of rice on his back and walked a dozen or more li to the county town without blushing or panting. His body is amazing!

From morning to night, Fang Dou was exhausted and couldn't fish out half a bucket of rice, leaving a shallow layer on the bottom.

So, questions follow.

Is there only half a bucket of white rice in the rice bucket? If he fishes out all of it, will he wait until the second day to recover, or will it fill up immediately?

This question has puzzled him for a long time.

Today, it's finally time to reveal.

In front of the rice bucket, layers of white rice disappeared, gradually approaching the bottom.

Fang Dou's forehead, neck, arms, chest and back are already full of sweat, and the muscles all over his body are sore and numb, and he is almost at the limit.

On the bottom of the rice bucket, only a thin layer is left, and the remaining strength of Fang Dou is enough to fish it out.

"Get up!"

Fang Dou breathes deeply, his face flushed red, and blue veins appeared on his arms.

The only remaining white rice has been held in the palm of the hand, and lifted up inch by inch, as if hanging a few kilograms of iron scales.

“hu hu!”

The sweat on Fang Dou’s forehead turned into a bean-sized grain, and one after another fell to the ground and shattered.

Hands stretched out from the mouth of the rice bucket, and the white rice from virtual became real, showing in the sky.

Next moment, a strange scene happened.

The bottom of the rice bucket seems to have a hole, and the white rice pours in like a tide, rising layer by layer, until the position of the previous half bucket stops, exactly!

"Sure enough, there is still half a bucket!"

The question comes again, if Fang Dou's strength has no upper limit, can he grab it infinitely?

Fang Dou is exhausted at the moment and can only be verified in the future.

The rooster had a mocking look after watching the whole process. He could only take half a buck of rice. The cultivation of this handling operation is far from meager, it is simply rateless.

Even those petty thieves are much stronger than this evil monk.

Well, the rooster has something in his heart and knows where to impress him.

Whether you can get out depends on your next move.

(end of this chapter)