The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

Gu Zheng, who thought of this, twitched his lips.

Simply this grid is classified into the category of the best reward. The grid area is relatively narrow, and the pointer has passed safely.

What's left, tools for sweeping the floor, a set of Buddhist scriptures, and a monk's robe for one person are all useful to Gu Zheng, who lacks everything now, but none of them are the most useful for the one that is about to arrive next. .

"Ten dans of brown rice, ten dans of brown rice."

Gu Zheng, who was reciting the words, made the client and Xiao Wangshu in the space nervous.

But when the day failed, it stopped when there was a gap between the lottery pointer and this grid.

When everyone puts their eyes on the items in the front panel, the disappointment will be as great as the hope is.

"A Zen-inspired ruler is used to warn monks who cannot concentrate on chanting. It has a miraculous effect."

His grandma has a leg.

What the **** is this.

Gu Zheng looked at the extra dark black ruler in his hand, which was specially separated from the items in the gift bag, and only a twitch in the corner of his mouth was left.

This is really... it's better to give some scriptures, at least it can be used to decorate the facade.

But after thinking about it, Gu Zheng was happy again.

The person he needs to admonish, isn't there a ready-made one in this temple?

That Zhu Yuanzhang, together with his second brother, will become the latest test product for this special reward.

After making up his mind, Gu Zheng looked down at the items handed out by the newcomer's gift bag. The most valuable thing in it was the small bag of fine seeds.

Thanks to the lack of strict management of the land supply around the temple by the Ohara dynasty, even though extremely high taxes were imposed on their monks, the government-registered acres could not support the basic data that was measured once at the beginning.

In order to evade taxes, the original owner of this body tried a lot of tricks. No, he just reclaimed a bush in the back mountain into a wasteland, and the system rewarded him with a bag of good seeds.

If we gather all the monks and turn them into Hosoda at no time, will we be able to make a little harvest in the back mountain?

After thinking about it for a while, Gu Zheng couldn't help smiling at the corner of his mouth. When he unfolded the basic robe, he was shocked.

The inside of this set of basic monk's clothing includes robes and sea robes. Nine pieces of robes are joined together. The seams are all connected by silver threads, and the bottom and the piping of the neckline are matched gold threads.

It was red and orange, mixed with noble gold, which gave the monk's robe a luxurious atmosphere.

Coupled with the bright yellow Haiqing, this ceremonial attire that can be used to worship Buddha in temples on weekdays and go out to do things is almost so solemn that it almost dazzles Gu Zheng's phoenix eyes.

The minimum cost of this basic monk's clothing is more than two hundred taels of silver. Gu Zheng is now willing to **** it into a pawnshop in the city, and replace it with two taels of meat to eat.

Um? There seems to be something wrong!

I go! The monk cannot eat meat.

Holding the robes in grief, Gu Zheng could no longer worry about the livelihood of the temple in the future. He was only caught in the resentment of being unable to eat meat for a long time.

I haven't posted this day, it's vulgar!

The girl is not stunned, and the wind is calm.

If you don't eat meat, the sky is angry and people complain!

Before Gu Zheng went violently, the little green ball in the book laughed and tremblingly announced the next task.

"Dear host, you have now completed the primary mission of the strongest abbot. The small temple is leisurely, the apprentice is well-behaved, and the current plan depends on the host's true skills."

"Please be proficient in recitation of more than 80% of the scriptures in the courtyard in the shortest possible time, and you will rely on you to promote the Dharma! Come on!"

"Reward for completing the task: one temple infrastructure, one basic lottery."

"Come on, dear!"

The little green ball who finished the last sentence felt that it was not quite right. It was not good for the whole person to say such a shameful encouragement in the strong male voice of the chanting of the scriptures.

Xiao Wangshu on the side moved a step back and asked, "What does this mean?"

Little Green Ball burst into tears: "I don't know, that's how it is played."

"That abbot system, please do something for you?"

"Um?"

"Don't cry with the voice of your master monk, can you make it so hard?"

Since then, the strongest abbot's system has disappeared, and Gu Zheng has also turned back from the shock of the opponent's "selling cute".

Thinking that he could go back to eat meat after he solved Zhu Yuanzhang, Gu Zheng was inexplicably full of courage to win.

Isn't it just a mere future emperor?

He is still young.

Now I'm going to see how the lunch is prepared, and by the way, I also want to see how many families the client has in this temple.

Gu Zheng, who was no longer hesitating and confused, went out in strides, and he, who was stinky, would naturally not be wronged by himself. He put on bright yellow monk robes and rode straight to the backyard. Away from the warehouse.

When he arrived at the gate of this deserted warehouse, Gu Zheng knew how much the client attached to it.

There are six locks dangling on the door, and Ding Ling is so lively~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is called a warehouse, but in fact it is just a slightly larger two-entry hut, once it was opened by Gu Zheng , He immediately understood why the client would expel all the monks in the temple soon after.

Not to mention the food here that raises these seven or eight people.

Just to raise him and his master, whether it can last a year is still a question.

In this huge room, it was empty, with only a dozen sacks in the corner, which could be happily hiding in a shady corner.

Gu Zheng took a step forward, opened the mouth of a sack bag, and grabbed it so that he understood what he was holding now.

A thousand or eight hundred catties of grain is not enough to chew for a few days.

Shocked, Gu Zheng kept locking the door under his feet, and ran straight to the back kitchen.

They were cooking lunch there. Ten o'clock in the morning and four o'clock in the afternoon were when their monks had their meals.

At this time, in the huge pot on the stove, there was brown rice gruel that was so thin that it could wash the face. On the other steamer, there were a few pancakes sticking to it.

Looking at the listless monk who was left alone, this was a temple seat at any rate, and he was hungry.

Gu Zheng asked this junior tentatively: "Today's meal?"

The other party looked at him weakly: "Two pancakes and a bowl of porridge, it's still the same."

"But I said, brother, the rice noodles you brought are getting less and less."

"Senior brothers now can't even divide the three or two meals."

Three or two is good.

Gu Zheng, who was not ashamed, left the kitchen very calmly.

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A brief introduction to the book "Imperial France": "France, your emperor, I am back!"