The System fell silent.
Fangzheng's heart skipped a beat. From the looks of it, he had guessed correctly. Salted Fish's arrival was to replace Red Boy and become One Finger Monastery's true Guardian Protector.
Ten seconds, half a minute, a minute …
However, the System remained silent. Fangzheng had never felt that time passed so slowly! Just as he was about to urge the System …
The System said, "When Red Boy leaves is up to you and him. As for this salted fish, he can indeed be your Guardian Protector, but … if you want him to be your Guardian Protector, you have to make him transform into a dragon first. "
"Uh, why? Is his combat strength that trash now? He can't even be a mortal's Guardian Protector? " When Fangzheng heard that Red Boy's departure wasn't the System's responsibility, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief. This way, he could stay as long as he wanted. Although the child was a brat, Fangzheng really couldn't bear to part with him after spending some time with him. With the matter he was most worried about resolved, Fangzheng's mind became active.
The System said, "Although this fellow hasn't transformed into a dragon, he has lived for a long time. He cultivates a little every day, and his strength isn't too bad. On Mount Numinous, he is indeed trash. But here, he is indeed a god. "
Fangzheng was immediately satisfied when he heard that. He continued asking, "In that case, his current strength is enough to be my Guardian Protector. It doesn't matter if he transforms into a dragon or not, right?"
The System returned with a question. "You have heard of Guardian Heavenly Dragons, but have you heard of Guardian Protector Salted Fish? Guardian Heavenly Dragons are not only Buddhist Guardians, but also the face of Buddhism. Think about it. In the future, when you encounter danger, you can shout, 'Guardian Protector Salted Fish, go!' You can imagine that scene yourself. "
Fangzheng imagined the scene … He waved his hand and an old salted fish walked out from behind him. He held a walking stick and was hunched over. He coughed every three steps and looked up at the other party. "Have a taste of my phlegm!"
With this in mind, a dark cloud hung over Fangzheng's head. He really couldn't think any further. It was embarrassing!
"How is it?" asked the System.
Fangzheng nodded. "You're right!"
With all the knots in his heart resolved, Fangzheng fell asleep. He slept extremely soundly.
When he woke up, the bell and drum were rung. A new day had begun. Seeing Red Boy and Squirrel run off to dig for bamboo shoots, Fangzheng narrowed his eyes and mumbled, "It sure is nice to be young. You have no worries."
At this time, a head popped out from the Heavenly Dragon Pond and said, "It's good to be young, you don't need to grow brains at all."
Fangzheng's face instantly turned livid. The same thing was indeed different when spoken by different people.
"Reverend, good morning." Salted Fish flipped his body in the water and floated there, looking relaxed.
Fangzheng looked at the idler and then at Monkey who was sweeping the floor. "Jingzhen, bring the broom over."
Monkey was perplexed. What was Master trying to do? When the broom was brought over, Fangzheng smiled at Salted Fish. "This Penniless Monk doesn't keep idle people, much less idle fish. Go, sweep the snow from the middle of the mountain path to the monastery. If you clean it up, you'll get double breakfast. If you don't, you'll starve. "
When Salted Fish heard the first half of the sentence, he nearly jumped in anger! Letting a fish sweep the snow? To think that this monk could think of something like that! But when he heard the second half of Fangzheng's sentence, he immediately shriveled. After experiencing the feeling of starvation once, he didn't want to starve again even if he was beaten to death. As he took in the fragrance from the backyard, he regretted for the first time that his nose had become so good after becoming a spirit …
Looking at the broom in Fangzheng's hand and the snow on the ground, Salted Fish finally gritted his teeth and obediently swept the snow with the broom. Fangzheng looked at Salted Fish's nimble fins and was secretly impressed. To be able to use a fin as a hand was something only a demon could do …
Seeing Salted Fish sweep rather smoothly, Fangzheng said, "In the future, our One Finger Monastery will be divided into districts. From the Bridge of Helplessness to the mountain entrance, yes, as well as the snow on the mountain path, it will all belong to Salted Fish."
The moment that was said, Salted Fish stumbled and nearly tripped. He turned his head and glared angrily as he waved the broom and shouted, "No, I object! You are torturing me! "
Fangzheng smiled. "You can choose not to do it. As for becoming a permanent member, that will have to be delayed …"
"I …" Salted Fish was instantly rendered speechless. This was the first time he realized that there would be a day when he would be completely controlled by food! Salted Fish said indignantly, "Why do I have to do it? There are so many people in your monastery! "
By the side, Monkey said indifferently, "With more people, there is more work. Jingxin is mainly in charge of taking care of the Crystal Rice because it's about to ripen. No one knows when it will ripen, so someone has to watch over it. In addition, there is the mission of patrolling the mountain to prevent anyone from entering Mt. Tongtian to cause trouble. Senior Brother Jingzhen's mission is to enter the mountain with Eldest Senior Brother every day to see if he can get something for everyone to have a change of taste. As for This Penniless Monk, he's in charge of sweeping the temple hall and courtyard. "
"What about him?" Salted Fish looked at Fangzheng.
Fangzheng chuckled and said without a blush, "Of course I'm to study the Buddhist Dharma and improve my cultivation. This mission is difficult … So, it's best you do your work honestly. Well done, quickly become a permanent member. If you don't do it well, aren't you cold without any food in your stomach on such a cold day? "
Salted Fish opened his mouth, wanting to say something. But when he heard Fangzheng's words, he felt his body turn a little cold. Of course, this was just an illusion. As an old demon, he really didn't mind this bit of cold.
Fangzheng said, "Alright, quickly get to work. Also, remember, don't let anyone discover that you are a demon! Otherwise, even I won't be able to protect you if you are pulled to be dissected. "
With that said, Fangzheng left.
Salted Fish stood in his spot with a broom in hand, wishing to curse. "F * * k!"
But in the end, he hung his head dejectedly as he dragged the broom forward. As he walked, he mumbled. "Darn baldy, when I become a dragon one day, I'll make you sweep the snow for your entire life! No, I'll make you catch loaches in the water! F * * k, freeze your grandson to death … No, I can't raise his seniority. It should be … grandson! "
No matter how Salted Fish cursed, he still had to sweep the snow. There was no other way about it. It was all for his livelihood!
Salted Fish was ultimately a demon. Although he was a fish, his bones and bones had long warped and changed according to his wishes. Therefore, his agility was in no way inferior to a human's. As for strength … To be able to collide with Red Boy and not be sent flying, he naturally didn't lack strength. Therefore, Salted Fish really had to get to work. The broom flew up and down, and the thick snow seemed to encounter a speeding snow plow as it flew to the sides of the road! That feeling was like a train driving into water, stirring up a wave.
Soon, Salted Fish was done sweeping the mountaintop. Then, he began sweeping down the stairs. The stairs weren't flat, so Salted Fish couldn't sweep too quickly. Furthermore, it was easy to encounter people here. If he caused too much of a commotion, it wouldn't be easy to clean up the mess. Therefore, Salted Fish had no choice but to slow down.
Since Salted Fish had nothing to do, he treated it as a diversion.
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