Chapter 42: Solid
Carrying a medicine bag and a bucket of ice, Shi Feizhe returned to the compound.
When 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 the donor has great fortune and a connection with Buddha. Would you like to take home the golden Buddha statue that was consecrated by the high monks of the Golden Buddha Temple?" The monk took out a half-foot-high 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 was also knowledgeable. 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 I worship in my Buddhist temple. As the saying goes, sincerity can move even metal and stone. The 'gold' here represents sincerity!"
"As for 'Buddha', it's the Sakyamuni and Mahavairocana we worship. Chanting the Buddha's name can transcend suffering and save people from danger. And what's more, if we bring it home and worship it at home, it will surely protect our home and bring us many children and grandchildren!"
"What's more, it's been blessed by a high monk from this 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 boasting, but when he heard the words "protecting the home and having many children and grandchildren", he became interested and asked, "How much do you want for this Buddha statue?"
"Donor, you are wrong! 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 immediately shook his head when he heard 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!"
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The monk's face turned dark. 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 after you die, you will go to hell and suffer the pain of tongue-pulling!" The monk saw that fooling around didn't work, 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 already old and was quite afraid of death. How could he not be angry when he heard the monk's threats?
At this moment, 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 us to buy and sell!"
"You are such a lucky monk, you actually dare to harass my uncle! You must know that the affairs of the martial arts world are not as important as those of 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 today would be his turn to deliver fate. Before he had given away a few fates, he met his mortal enemy Bu Cunren.
As expected, fate is wonderful beyond words.
He didn't want to clash with Bu Cunren, fearing that it would delay his progress in delivering the gifts today. With their spending 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 that bring disgrace upon the Golden Buddha Temple?
"This old donor has a connection with Buddha. 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're talking nonsense, you're asking for a beating!"
"Is this poor monk afraid of you, a Confucian barbarian?"
Shi Feizhe never expected that the two people he had seen at Sancai Manor that day would meet again in Qiuyang City. It seemed that the two were still evenly matched, and the battle was still going on without a clear winner.
He didn't watch the subsequent excitement. If he continued to watch, the ice would melt!
Back in the courtyard, he poured ice into a wooden basin and filled it with clean water. As long as the ice in the basin hadn't completely melted, the water would remain at least zero degrees Celsius. He then soaked the herbs he had bought in another wooden basin.
After that, he began to practice the Punishment Leg Technique.
Unlike the Punish Evil Kick, the Rewarding Good Fist was incredibly powerful, even damaging the body's muscles. Through muscle growth, it cultivated blood and qi. After practicing a set, Shi Feizhe's skin flushed and sweat covered his forehead. He stripped naked, went to the wooden tub, and slowly immersed himself in the ice water.
It was just the beginning of May, and the weather wasn't too hot. Shi Feizhe, his body aching and swollen, gritted his teeth, feeling the chill of the ice piercing his skin.
It’s so cold, chilly and painful!
Pain is normal.
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 and put the soaked herbs into the pot to prepare the medicinal bath.
After the medicinal bath was ready and cooled slightly, he practiced the Punishment Legs again, and then, feeling sore all over, he soaked in the water, which was nearly 60 or 70 degrees Celsius.
After soaking for about a quarter of an hour, he felt almost fully saturated, so he got out of the medicinal bath. He then rubbed his entire body according to the method in "The Record of the Divine Shadow of the Nether Spring", rubbing the medicinal properties on the surface of his skin into his skin.
If Hua Xiaomei hadn't explained it in detail, Shi Feizhe would have thought that this step was just rubbing off dust!
He soaked in the water twice a day, one hot and one cold, and money was spent like water. But after only seven or eight days, Shi Feizhe could clearly feel that his physical fitness had improved.
With a lot of exercise and a good diet, his originally thin body gradually became stronger, and he even grew a little bit taller, looking much stronger overall.
He could even feel himself getting stronger every day!
As his body grew stronger, something called "confidence" appeared in Shi Feizhe's heart.
Only when strength is developed 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!
The "true source of true qi" is also growing stronger in the body, and every day is stronger than the day before!
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 hanged man, 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 broaden your horizons. If you're going to be out in the martial arts world in the future, you can't be ignorant of some 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's this kind of operation?