Chapter 42: Practicality
Carrying a medicine bag and a bucket of ice, Shi Feizhe returned to the passing by the bustling Bapin Street, I saw a monk with a pipe in his mouth selling Buddha statues to a well-dressed old man.
"I see that you have great fortune and affinity with Buddha. Would you like to take home the golden Buddha statue that was consecrated by a high monk from the Golden Buddha Temple?" The monk took out a half-foot-tall bronze statue from his arms and said to the old man.
"Isn't this made of copper? How can it be a golden Buddha statue?" The old man also knew what was going on. He took one look at the shiny Buddha statue and knew it was brass.
"Hey, benefactor! That's wrong!" The monk said, "This is the golden Buddha that I worship in my Buddhist temple. As the saying goes, sincerity can move metal and stone. This 'gold' represents sincerity!"
"As for the 'Buddha', it is Sakyamuni and Mahavairocana that we worship. Chanting the Buddha's name can help people escape disasters and save them from fire and water. What's more, if we bring the Buddha home and worship him at home, it will surely protect our home and bring us many children and grandchildren!"
"What's more, it has been blessed by the great monks of our temple. Please take it home and use it for even more wonderful things!"
The old man was a little impatient listening to the monk's bragging, but when he heard "protecting the home and house, and having many children and grandchildren", he became interested and asked, "How much do you sell this Buddha statue for?"
"What you said is wrong, donor! How can a Buddha be bought and sold? You should say 'please take it home'. You can take this golden Buddha home with ten taels of gold!" said the monk.
"Ten taels of gold? Too expensive, too expensive!" The old man shook his head immediately after hearing the ten taels of gold and said, "Ten taels of gold is enough for me to marry a few beautiful wives, and the chances of having many children and grandchildren will be greater!"
"..."
The monk's face darkened. Why are the people in Qiuyang City so wild?
"Donor! Donor, please be careful with your words! If you see the golden Buddha and don't take it home, it will be disrespectful to the Buddha. Be careful that you will go to hell after you die and suffer the pain of tongue-pulling!" The monk saw that he couldn't fool people, so he turned to intimidation.
"You, a monk, dare to scare me? You should know that I, Old Man Chen, am not someone who can be scared!" When the old man heard the monk say this, his face changed and he said angrily.
He was old and was afraid of death. How could he not be angry when he heard the monk's threats?
At this time, a tall Confucian scholar came from a distance. When the old man saw him, he immediately shouted, "Cunren! Come quickly, this monk is so rude and is forcing you to buy and sell!"
"You are such a lucky monk, how dare you harass my uncle! You must know that the affairs of the martial arts world are not as important as family members!" Bu Cunren leaped in front of the old man and blocked the monk's harassment for him.
Monk Fubao looked at Bu Cunren. He had never thought that it would be his turn to deliver fate today. Before he had delivered a few fates, he met his mortal enemy Bu Cunren.
Sure enough, fate is wonderful beyond words.
He didn't want to conflict with Bu Cunren, fearing that it would delay his progress in delivering the gifts today. With their expenses in Qiuyang City, the daily delivery task was not easy.
But there were so many people on the street watching him. If he backed down, wouldn't it bring disgrace to the Golden Buddha Temple?
"This old donor has a connection with Buddha, so please don't stop him, you barbarian!"
"What do you mean by fate? Isn't it just having money?" Bu Cunren said with a sneer.
“Only with money can Buddhism be spread better. How can people believe in Buddhism without money? Therefore, those kind men and women who donate money must have received the blessings of the Buddha. Therefore, rich people are all people who have a connection with Buddha!” Monk Fubao chanted the Buddha’s name and stated the purpose of the Golden Buddha Temple.
"You are talking nonsense and you are asking for a beating!"
"Is this poor monk afraid of a Confucian barbarian like you?"
Shi Feizhe never thought that the two people he saw at Sancai Manor that day would meet again in Qiuyang City. It seemed that the two were still evenly matched, and the winner had not yet been decided, and they were still fighting.
He didn't want to watch the subsequent excitement. If he continued to watch, the ice would melt!
Back in the courtyard, he poured the ice into a wooden basin and added clean water. As long as the ice in the basin had not melted completely, the water in the basin would at least remain at zero degrees. He also soaked the purchased herbs in another wooden basin.
After that, he began to practice the Punishment Kick. The Punishment Kick was different from the Reward for Good Fist. It was extremely fierce and could even damage the muscles of the body. It trained the blood and qi by letting the muscles grow again. After practicing a set, Shi Feizhe's skin turned red and he was sweating profusely. He took off all his clothes, went to the wooden basin, and slowly soaked himself in the ice water.
It was just the beginning of May, and the weather was not too hot. Shi Feizhe, who was sore all over, gritted his teeth and felt the coldness of the ice cubes irritating his skin.
It’s so cold, chilly and painful!
It's normal to feel pain.
Becoming stronger is not something that can be achieved by just shouting. It requires hard work, pain and perseverance to reap rewards!
After soaking for a quarter of an hour, Shi Feizhe stood up, put the soaked herbs into the pot and prepared to make a medicinal bath.
After the medicinal bath was ready and cooled down a bit, he practiced the punishment leg again, and then, with his whole body sore, he soaked in the hot water at nearly 60 or 70 degrees.
After soaking for about a quarter of an hour, he felt that he was almost soaked, so he got out of the medicine bath. He rubbed his whole body according to the method of "The Record of the Divine Shadow of the Nether Spring" to rub the medicine on the surface of the skin into the skin.
If Hua Xiaomei hadn’t explained it in detail, Shi Feizhe would have thought that this step was rubbing off dust!
He soaked in hot and cold water twice a day, and money was spent like water. But after only seven or eight days, Shi Feizhe clearly felt that his physical fitness had improved.
A lot of exercise and good diet made his originally thin body slowly become stronger, and he even grew a little taller, looking a lot stronger overall.
He could even feel that he was getting stronger every day!
As his body grew stronger, something called "confidence" appeared in Shi Feizhe's heart.
Only when strength is trained up little by little can it bring a sense of stability and reliability.
The feedback from the physical body makes the essence abundant, and the visualized Monkey King and the magic sword are becoming clearer day by day, strengthening the "God".
"Blood, energy and spirit" grow at the same time!
And the "true source of true qi" is also growing stronger in the body, and every day is stronger than the yesterday!
This feels great!
In addition to practicing martial arts every day, Shi Feizhe was occasionally dragged by Fan Jianqiang to watch the fun and pick up scraps.
Fan Jianqiang, this hangman, really loves to watch the fun.
Therefore, whenever something exciting happened among other people in the city or the Riyue Tonghui Sect, he would be the first to run over to see it.
Shi Feizhe didn't like to watch the fun, but he was moved by Fan Jianqiang's words.
"Watching them fight more often can increase your knowledge of the martial arts world. If you want to travel the martial arts world in the future, you can't be ignorant of some martial arts common sense, right?"
As for picking up junk, it is even simpler.
"When the bloody battle of the Sun and Moon Sect is over, won't it be natural for us two reserve disciples to inherit the Sun and Moon Sect?"
"When the time comes, I will be the head, and you will be the elder. Wouldn't that be fun?" Fan Jianqiang said with a smile.
Shi Feizhe: Huh? There is such a thing?
(End of this chapter)
