Chapter 12 Missing the Buddha and Dedicated to Martial Arts
Chapter 12: No connection with Buddha, only pursuing martial arts
On the river bank, several monks' faces were flushed, and they almost lost their breath after being beaten by A Fei's words and punches.
"Wrong theories...are all wrong theories!" The fat monk pointed at Ah Fei angrily: "Buddha said that cause and effect cycle, good and evil will be rewarded, and you will be punished."
"Whatever is wrong and right is right, what can survive is the truth!"
Jiang Ming tied a dozen fish on the rope and stopped fishing. He walked ashore step by step carrying the fish, twisted his wet clothes, and looked at the fat monk with a smile:
"The people are suffering. If you don't cut meat to feed the eagles like Buddha did, then don't use Buddhism to flaunt yourself and educate the people."
"How is this behavior different from a fox pretending to be a tiger to show its power through Buddhism?" Jiang Ming said lightly, pointing to the upstream shore: "Besides, the master has run away, so don't bark here..."
The fat monk looked in the direction pointed by Jiang Ming and saw that the carriages had begun to turn around and leave.
A delicate hand opened the curtain of the carriage. Miss Wang glanced at the fishing scene here, and then lowered the curtain.
"Drive!" The coachman flicked his whip and the carriage sped away.
"You, you evil thief who speaks without restraint, will never have a relationship with Buddha!" The fat monk suddenly panicked and ran back with a group of his men, cursing and chasing the carriage...
"Hey, this old thief is bald and fat, but he runs very fast and doesn't let me have any more fun!" A Fei also carried a heavy fish basket ashore, and cursed with some lingering meaning: "You still have no chance of being a Buddha? Those things?
Why are all the officials and nobles so predestined to be associated with Buddha..."
Lao Jiangtou climbed up the bank with his hands on his hips, handed Jiang Ming a fish with a dark face, and sighed: "You two are still too young, how can you compete with those bald donkeys? They can talk about life and death.
You still hold a grudge, stay away from me when you see me in the future, and don’t get involved again!”
Jiang Ming smiled and pushed the fish back: "Write it down in the account and calculate the cost of three drinks."
"Little bastard!" Lao Jiangtou almost jumped up and kept picking at his wool.
Jiang Ming smiled and said nothing.
Old Jiangtou threw the fish to A Fei again: "If he doesn't want it, just take it and use it as part of the money. Then go back and pickle it. Then it will be a tough dish with a long face."
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang!" A Fei happily took it.
"This is mine." Jiang Ming also threw one over.
This Ah Fei is not very old, but he has already found a wife and is just waiting to pick a good day to hold a banquet.
This is the life, survival, reproduction, and death of the people at the bottom...
When he arrived in the town, Jiang Ming bought some coarse salt. When he returned home, he slaughtered and washed most of the fish, salted them in earthen jars, and kept a few fish in the water tank. He then picked out the two largest ones and prepared them.
Bring it to Lao Zhoutou.
Old Zhoutou is older than Lao Jiangtou. In his early years, martial arts training hurt his health. Now he can't even go into the water to catch fish. He is willing to teach Jiang Ming how to practice martial arts in order to leave some money for his descendants.
In the evening, Jiang Ming found another bucket, sprinkled some salt and spices on the bottom of the bucket, scooped out half a bucket of water, and carried it out the door.
This season is the time to eat cicada monkeys, but even if the people in the town catch them, most of them are sold to the officials in the city, and they are often reluctant to eat them...
The next morning, the sky was clear and clear.
Jiang Ming first went to the tavern to buy two kilograms of wine, then went home, picked up two fat fish and a bucket of cicada monkeys, and headed to Lao Zhoutou's house with the money...
"You...are too grand."
Lao Zhoutou accepted the food and wine from Jiang Mingti and was a little flattered.
Although he knew that Jiang Ming was not a bad person, he also knew that he was definitely not a creature in the pool. He looked peaceful and peaceful, but in his heart, he probably didn't really take anyone in Ping'an Town seriously.
I never thought I would have such respect for a bad old man like me...
"A master is a teacher. If Mr. Zhou feels bad about it, please teach me more carefully." Jiang Ming said sincerely and put five taels of broken silver into old Zhoutou's hands without feeling any distress.
Jiang Ming was never stingy about paying the tuition fees.
"Okay, okay, Old Zhou, I will do my best to teach you everything I have learned in my life." Old Zhou was moved, and then turned around and shouted: "Axiu, come out quickly."
A girl of thirteen or fourteen ran out of the house and said hello obediently.
"This is the granddaughter Zhou Wenxiu I mentioned to you. Her parents are gone!" Lao Zhoutou babbled, with tears in his eyes: "I don't have a few more years to live. In the future, brother Ming, if you become rich,
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"Master Zhou!" Jiang Ming looked at Old Zhou with a slight smile, his expression unmoved.
Lao Zhoutou wiped his tears in embarrassment, knowing that Jiang Ming could not be deceived, so he said no more.
He asked his granddaughter to carry the wine and meat back to the house, while he and Jiang Ming sat in the courtyard and shouted into the house:
"Fry the cicada monkey quickly, otherwise it will go rancid."
"I think you're greedy!" Zhou Wenxiu's crisp voice came out.
Lao Zhou touched his nose and quickly poured Jiang Ming a cup of tea to hide his embarrassment: "Brother Ming, drink tea."
The two chatted for a while, and then Zhou Wenxiu brought over a pot of fried golden cicada monkeys, which exuded a fragrant smell.
Lao Zhoutou immediately picked up one and threw it into his mouth, chewing it crisply, and then looked at Jiang Ming seriously: "You have to think about it, do you really want to learn?"
"The bones in my body are damaged by practicing martial arts." He patted his knees: "Although you are young and strong, you can't be impulsive."
Jiang Ming also pinched a cicada monkey and chewed it: "Master Zhou, do you know how long this cicada monkey can live?"
"Half a month...what's wrong?" Lao Zhoutou asked in confusion.
"No... it's seven years." Jiang Ming shook his head and said: "They sleep in the dark soil for seven years before they break out of the ground, and then they die in less than a month."
Lao Zhou didn't know what Jiang Ming meant, so he could only say, "That's quite pitiful."
"It's quite pitiful... but it's better than sleeping underground for the rest of your life." Jiang Ming said with a smile.
Only then did Lao Zhoutou suddenly realize, and then he smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, since Brother Ming has made up your mind to learn, then I won't talk nonsense anymore."
"I actually only have a little knowledge of how to practice martial arts."
Old Zhoutou lamented: "When I was the most powerful, I was just a low-level warrior. I thought I could go all over the world, but I didn't expect that I was severely punished before I left Dayun Mansion. In the end, I could only live here.
Recuperate in Ping'an Town..."
He shook his head, obviously not wanting to say more about his experience that year, and continued: "The martial arts training method I learned is called Fuhu Fist. It is a incomplete method. It is said that it can train up to a second-rate martial artist. If Brother Ming can
Once you have achieved great success, even those from the Wang family will treat you as a guest."
"It's a pity that even my master will only be a third-rate martial artist after a lifetime of training..." Old Zhoutou said: "Martial arts are so difficult that ordinary people can't imagine."
"Then we can't wait any longer, we'll start today." Jiang Ming said half-jokingly.
Old Zhoutou laughed: "That's fine. From today on, I will teach you Brother Ming the external refining method of Fuhu Fist. Once you have mastered it, you can combine it with the internal refining of breathing, smelting blood, and impacting the realm of a warrior..."