Chapter 42: Solid

Carrying a medicine bag and a bucket of ice, Shi Feizhe went back to the compound.

When passing by the bustling Bapin Street, he saw a monk holding a pipe, selling Buddha statues to a well-dressed old man.

"I see that the donor has a deep affinity with Buddha. The golden Buddha statue consecrated by the monk of the Golden Buddha Temple, old man, would you like to take it home?" 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 also knew the goods. He took a look at the shining Buddha statue and knew it was brass.

"Hey, donor! That's wrong!" The monk said, "This is the golden Buddha I worship in my Buddhist temple. As the saying goes, sincerity can make metal and stone open. This is 'gold', which represents sincerity!"

"As for 'Buddha', it is Sakyamuni and Vairocana Tathagata that we worship. Chanting the Buddha's name can transcend disasters and save people from fire and water. What's more, it will definitely protect your home and house and bring you many children and grandchildren!"

"What's more, it has been consecrated by the monks of this temple? It will be even more useful after you bring it home!"

The old man was a little impatient when he heard the monk bragging, but he became interested when he heard "protect your home and house, bring you many children and grandchildren" and said, "How much do you want to sell this Buddha statue?"

"Donor, that's wrong! How can Buddha be bought and sold? You have to say 'bring it home'. You can bring 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 when he heard ten taels of gold, and said: "Ten taels of gold is enough for me to marry a few beautiful wives, so that 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, be careful with your words! If you see the golden Buddha and don't invite it home, it will be disrespectful to the Buddha. Be careful that you will go to hell after death and suffer the pain of tongue-pulling hell!" The monk saw that he couldn't fool around, so he changed to intimidation.

"You, a monk, dare to scare me? You must know that I, Old Man Chen, was not scared!" When the old man heard the monk say this, his face changed and he said angrily.

He was old and was quite taboo about death. How could he not be angry when he heard the monk's intimidation!

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, forcing a sale!"

"How dare you, monk Fubao, to harass my uncle! You must know that the affairs of the rivers and lakes are not as important as family!" Bu Cunren leaped in front of the old man and blocked the monk's harassment for him.

Monk Fubao looked at Bu Cunren, and he didn't expect that it would be his turn to send fate today. This fate had not been sent out for a few times, and he met his mortal enemy Bu Cunren.

Sure enough, fate is wonderful.

He didn't want to conflict with Bu Cunren, fearing that he would delay his progress in sending fate today. With their expenses in Qiuyang City, the daily task of sending fate is not easy.

But there are so many people watching on this street. If he retreats, wouldn't it bring shame to the reputation of the Golden Buddha Temple?

"This old donor has a connection with Buddha. Please don't stop him, you barbarian!"

"What is a connection? Isn't it just money?" Bu Cunren said with a sneer.

"Only with money can Buddhism be spread better. How can people believe in Buddhism without money? So those good men and women who donate money must have been blessed by the Buddha. So rich people are all people with a connection with Buddha!" ​​Monk Fubao chanted a Buddhist name and stated the purpose of the Golden Buddha Temple.

"You are talking nonsense and looking for a fight!"

"I am afraid of you, a Confucian barbarian?"

Shi Feizhe didn't expect that the two people he saw in Sancai Village that day would meet again in Qiuyang City. It seems that the two are still evenly matched. Now there is no winner and they are still fighting.

He won't watch the subsequent excitement. If he keeps watching, the ice will melt!

Back in the courtyard, he poured ice cubes into a wooden basin and then added clean water. As long as the ice in the basin has not melted completely, the water in the basin will at least remain at zero degrees. He soaked the purchased herbs in another wooden basin.

After that, he began to practice the Punishment Leg.

The Punishment Leg is different from the Rewarding Fist. It is extremely fierce and even damages the body's muscles. Through the growth of muscles again, it exercises blood and qi. After practicing a set, Shi Feizhe's skin turned red and sweated profusely. He took off his clothes, came to the wooden basin, and slowly soaked himself in the ice water.

It was just the beginning of May at this time, 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 was really cold, cold and painful!

Pain is normal.

Becoming stronger is never achieved by shouting. It takes effort, pain and perseverance to gain!

After soaking for a quarter of an hour, Shi Feizhe got up. Put the soaked herbs in the pot and prepare to make a medicinal bath.

After the medicinal bath is ready, let it cool down a little. He practiced the punishment leg again, and then soaked in hot water close to 60 or 70 degrees with soreness all over his body.

After soaking for about a quarter of an hour, he felt that he was almost soaked, so he got out of the medicinal bath. He rubbed his whole body according to the method of "The Record of the Divine Shadow of the Nether Spring", rubbing the medicinal power on the surface of the skin into the skin.

If it weren't for the detailed explanation of Hua Xiaomei, Shi Feizhe would have thought that this step was rubbing the dust!

Every day, he soaked in hot and cold water twice, and spent money like water. But after only seven or eight days, Shi Feizhe clearly felt that his physical fitness had reached a new level.

A lot of exercise and good diet made his originally thin body gradually become stronger, and even the person grew a little bit, and the whole person looked much stronger.

He could even feel that he was getting stronger every day!

As the body became stronger little by little, something called "confidence" appeared in Shi Feizhe's heart.

Only when the strength is exercised a little bit can it give people a sense of solidity and reliability.

The feedback of the body makes the essence abundant, and the visualized Monkey King and the magic sword are also becoming clearer day by day, strengthening the "god".

"Blood, Qi and Spirit" grow at the same time!

And the "True Source True Qi" is also growing in the body, and every day is stronger than yesterday!

This feeling is great!

In addition to daily martial arts practice, Shi Feizhe is occasionally dragged by Fan Jianqiang to watch the fun and pick up rags.

Fan Jianqiang, this hangman, really loves to watch the fun.

So if there was something going on in the city or in the Sun Moon Sect, he would go over to see it first.

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 travel the martial arts world in the future, you can't be ignorant of some common sense, right?"

As for picking up scraps, it's even easier.

"When the Sun Moon Sect fights, won't it be natural for us two reserve disciples to inherit the Sun Moon Sect?"

"I'll be the head of the sect and you'll be the elder. Wouldn't it be fun?" Fan Jianqiang said with a smile.

Shi Feizhe: Huh? There's such a thing?