"Hey, it's obviously not me who should take care of that freak, why am I still the one?" The little monk pouted dissatisfiedly. He was still young. He was a young disciple of the Buddhist sect who was just recruited today. He is still a handyman, and he is not even a formal official. He was not even a disciple, but he was unlucky enough to live in the same room with a few tyrants who also had six unclean roots. They became roommates and were assigned chores. Only after passing the three-year test did he think they were of the same mind. Only if you have the aura of Buddha can you officially become a disciple of the Gyro Sect.
There are hundreds of thousands of little handymen like them in the Gyro Sect, so they are inconspicuous at all.
Of course, the largest number are the outer disciples, occupying five or six floors, the inner disciples occupy three floors, and the elite direct disciples occupy less than half a floor.
The tasks originally assigned to him were only manual labor such as carrying water and chopping wood, but under unknown circumstances, his roommate Yiba was caught and assigned to take care of Uncle Mo Xian.
Uncle Mo Xian!
This man who was once famous in the Gyro Sect was extremely talented and had become a Buddha within a hundred years. It was said that his talent was comparable to that of Emperor Qingtian in his early years. However, due to an accident, he fell in love with a witch and finally became a demon.
This became a shame to the entire Gyro Sect.
At the beginning, everyone did not give up. Countless Buddhist elders and Supreme Elders from the Gyro Sect went to see him, trying to save him and let him come out of the abyss of the devil, but unfortunately they all failed.
Later, everyone gradually became indifferent, but they still did not give up on him and arranged for elite disciples to take care of him.
It's a pity that he has high martial arts and wants to beat people, so even elite disciples are often injured. Since one of the elder's disciples damaged his foundation because of him, the Gyro Sect leader discussed not arranging elite disciples to take risks anymore, just ordinary inner disciples.
But ordinary inner disciples have low cultivation and suffer more injuries.
Although no one has died yet, the number is so large that the elders are still distressed.
Taking care of Mo Xian has changed from a good job that everyone is vying for to a terrifying existence that everyone is jealous of.
In the end, Mo Xian and everyone decided that he would never recover. After so many years, no one from above cared about him. Mo Xian's treatment plummeted. After the inner disciples stopped caring about him, it fell on the outer disciples.
Finally, it fell on the handyman disciples.
And every time he went to deliver food to him, the person who took care of him always came back injured, sometimes with a missing arm or a broken leg.
Don't ask why this is the Buddhist sect. Why are there no well-intentioned Buddhist disciples or people who take the initiative? The question is that the Buddhist philosophy in the immortal world is completely different from that in the lower world. It is not based on doing good deeds as the basis for cultivation. Instead, it pays attention to Comprehension of Scripture.
So they really don't have much sympathy.
No, just such a terrible job fell on the head of the handyman monk Zeng Yong.
No wonder he complained.
Seeing this, Shi Yuan stepped forward and said, "Amitabha, what trouble did the young master encounter?"
Zeng Yong was shocked when he saw such a stunning little monk with red lips and white teeth. He never knew that there were such good-looking ones among them with bald heads.
When he heard the little monk's question, Zeng Yong was overjoyed and said, "Junior brother, you are also a junior who just started this year!" Seeing that the little monk looked fifteen or sixteen years old, he felt younger than him, so Zeng Yong regarded him as his junior brother.
Shi Yuan did not refute.
Zeng Yong's eyes brightened, "What troubles are there? I'm really troubled!"
"Now I have a stomachache. Junior brother, can you run over and help me with a task?"
Saying this, I can only say sorry to this beautiful little junior brother in my heart. A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. Anyway, Junior Uncle Mo Xian can beat people, but he can't kill. At worst, he will be injured, and he will help take care of him.
"By the way, junior brother, where do you live? I can come and thank you." Mainly because he wants to take care of you, he still has some conscience, he is conscious of it.
Shi Yuan did not speak. He was not familiar with the place. He accepted this task and planned to establish a good relationship with the young monk through this task so that he could inquire about the situation.
This way they are settled.
"Amitabha!"
"Senior brother Zeng just needs to tell me where that senior uncle Mo Xian is." He accepted this identity setting.
La la la, I'm back. Something happened some time ago. You guys have been waiting for a long time. I should update more diligently in the future. Hey, please vote.
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