OBS Chapter 10 Conflict and Buddha Statues
Chapter 10 Conflict and Buddha Statues
He glanced at the panel: Snake Fighting, Beginner, 20%.
"After one month and five days, I've finally mastered the basics."
Lin Qing murmured, a hint of joy appearing in his eyes.
It was the dead of winter, and he was only wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt, yet he felt no cold at all; instead, he felt his body was warming up.
He could feel a surge of heat flowing rapidly through his body.
With each rotation, his physique seemed to grow stronger.
This surge of heat is the Qi and blood, and one of the hallmarks of entering the Ling She Ba Da is the generation of this Qi and blood.
The process from mastery to minor success, and then to major success, requires continuous practice to strengthen the body's Qi and blood, ultimately opening the acupoints and generating internal strength—this is called Ming Jin (manifested strength).
Lin Qing felt the changes in his body, and this feeling of constantly becoming stronger made him extremely happy.
He reached out and grabbed a stone millstone next to him, then suddenly exerted force to slowly lift the millstone and gently put it down.
"My strength with one arm is at least seven or eight hundred jin, and my combat power has also greatly improved," Lin Qing thought to himself.
At this moment, Shen Lian pushed open the door and came out. She leaned against the door, wearing a light blue shirt that revealed her cleavage, but she didn't seem to care at all.
"Can lift a millstone with one hand? Tsk tsk, you've got the basics?"
"I was lucky to get in." Lin Qing nodded.
"Indeed, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. You've mastered the skills in just over a month, which is much faster than I expected. You're a talented person." Shen Lian smiled, turned around and went back into the house. She returned a short while later, carrying a small white porcelain medicine bottle the size of her palm.
"If you want to train quickly, just eating meat isn't enough; you also need qi and blood tonics. Here's a bottle of qi-tonifying pills to nourish your qi and blood. Take it!"
Shen Lian tossed it out, and Lin Qing reached out and caught it, his heart filled with joy: "Thank you for your guidance, sir!"
"Make your mother proud. Of the dozen or so helpers in the courtyard, you are the only one with a chance of being transferred to the Night Patrol Division. Don't slack off."
As long as you can maintain this speed, you'll need plenty of supplements later on.
"Five months left. If you succeed, I'll reward you handsomely!" Shen Lian said with a smile.
"Lin Qing will do his utmost, work diligently every day, and dare not slack off in the slightest!" Lin Qing shouted.
"Good. Keep practicing. Jiang Baihe will definitely see through your tricks. He might cause you trouble in the future. Just agree to whatever he says. Do what you're supposed to do during the assessment. With me here, he can't do anything." Shen Lian gave another instruction when she returned to the room.
"Understood," Lin Qingying replied.
With Shen Lian backing her up, Lin Qing was no longer afraid. Although she was a manager, her uncle Shen Cheng was the head of the Jingming Division, second only to the chief Cheng Yannian, so she was not afraid of Jiang Baihe.
Shen Lian returned to the room, and Lin Qing opened the white porcelain bottle. He smelled a strong medicinal fragrance. Inside were six small brown pills, each about the size of a soybean. These were Qi-tonifying pills, and each one cost 30 coins.
"Let's try it out tomorrow."
...
The next day.
The night was moonless, the sky grew colder, and snowflakes drifted down.
Lin Qing, dressed in a coarse cloth short coat, stood still in the courtyard as usual. The cold wind was like a knife, making people's cheeks sting.
Lin Qing closed his eyes slightly. Before leaving the house, he swallowed a Qi-boosting pill and focused on feeling the changes in his body.
He felt a cool sensation in his stomach, but after a while, the medicine took effect, and his body warmed up, as if he had inexhaustible energy.
"call!"
"suck!"
Lin Qing suddenly opened his eyes, his body flashed, and he suddenly darted forward, bringing with him a flurry of flying snow. He threw a punch forward, which also brought with it a whistling sound as it broke through the air.
Numerous detailed techniques flowed through his mind and manifested in his fists and feet. He moved nimbly in the courtyard, and the wisp of blood and qi in his body was driven to circulate throughout his body. With each turn, he could feel the wisp of blood and qi growing stronger and his physique becoming stronger.
On the panel, the proficiency level of the Snake Eight Strikes is also increasing rapidly.
In the past, when Lin Qing practiced martial arts, he could feel his physical strength being consumed rapidly. After practicing the Eight Strikes of the Serpent twice in a row, he would run out of energy and need to rest for a while.
But today, he played it three times in a row and still felt full of energy.
At one moment, Lin Qing threw a punch, creating a gust of wind, and a buzzing sound seemed to ring in his ears.
"happy!"
Lin Qing felt extremely happy.
"As expected, martial arts training requires medicinal supplements. Even the most ordinary and cheapest Qi-replenishing pills are so effective, greatly increasing my physical strength and accelerating the growth of my Qi and blood."
"If there were better tonics, let alone achieving minor success in half a year, major success would be a piece of cake," Lin Qing thought to himself.
"We're short of money, we still need to find a way to make some." Lin Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to go back into the house.
For the next few days, Lin Qing would take Qi-boosting pills at night to practice more, and his proficiency in the Eight Strikes of the Spirit Snake increased rapidly, making his physique stronger and stronger.
That night, when Lin Qing finished practicing martial arts and was about to go back to his room to sleep, Han Juetong suddenly blocked his way.
"You've mastered it?" Han Juetong stared intently at Lin Qing.
Lin Qing did not answer, but simply said calmly, "If there's nothing else, please make way!"
"You've only been a disciple for a month, yet this academy has such a talented martial artist as you. I am the young master of the Han family. You don't need to take the assessment in five months. Go directly to my Han family, and I can recommend you to be a guard. If you achieve success in your martial arts training in the future, I can also recommend you to be a retainer." When Han Juetong spoke, he adopted a superior attitude, as if he were both giving orders and bestowing favors.
"Not interested." Lin Qing turned and left.
"Hmm?" Han Juetong frowned. "My Han family controls all industries in this county. Don't be ungrateful, brat."
"Young Master Han, everyone has their own ambitions, don't force things. You look down on peasants, but you should know that the Great Yuan Emperor was just a stable boy back then. Don't underestimate anyone!" Lin Qing returned to the house, his cold voice echoing in the courtyard.
Han Juetong's expression grew cold as he thought to himself, "This kid is a threat to me. Let's see how he goes. Without qi and blood tonics, no matter how talented he is, he won't go far. I want to see how this poor bastard can achieve anything in martial arts."
...
The next day.
Early in the morning, as dawn was breaking.
After having breakfast, Lin Qing asked Shen Lian for leave to go home.
"Be careful lately, and don't wander around unless it's absolutely necessary," Shen Lian instructed.
"Sir, what happened?" Lin Qing asked.
"Yesterday, the Yong'an Pawnshop was massacred, thirteen people were killed, and the whole city is in an uproar," Shen Lian said casually.
"Hmm? Is this the work of a demon again?" Lin Qing asked.
"That's right, these demons are ruthless. This isn't the first time they've done this. Eight people were killed at Tongfu Shop before. They seem to be looking for something. Don't worry about it. Just be careful. My illness isn't cured yet, you can't die," Shen Lian added.
"I see." Lin Qing nodded and turned to leave.
He suddenly remembered the lingering memories of the notorious thief Zhou Ping, and that Yin Muhua and the others should still be searching for the eight-armed, three-faced wooden Buddha statue.
"The Tathagata Fist Manual, could this legendary fist technique be real?" Lin Qing thought to himself.
He was somewhat curious, but only thought about it; after all, the Buddha statue was a hot potato right now.
In a short while.
He arrived at the entrance of Changping Street, where his own grocery store was located.
Han Ying was cleaning utensils in the shop when she saw Lin Qing come in. A smile appeared on her face: "Qing, you have the day off today?"
"Yes, I took a day off to come back and visit. Where's my dad?" Lin Qing asked.
"They're tidying things up in the back; it's a mess," Han Ying said.
"I'll lend a hand."
As Lin Qing spoke, he came to the backyard and saw Lin Cheng moving things. The yard was indeed very messy, like a garbage dump, with all sorts of miscellaneous items piled up together, with only a narrow path in the middle.
"Aqing's back. Our yard is too messy, let me tidy it up," Lin Cheng said with a smile.
"I'll help you." Lin Qing stepped forward and helped carry the things.
At noon, Lin Qing reached out and grabbed a wooden Buddha statue from the pile of miscellaneous goods. It had eight arms and three faces, was half a person tall, and gleamed with a dark light.