Immortal, I Only Practice Forbidden Techniques

Chapter 12 No fate with Buddha, only seeking martial arts

On the river bank, the faces of several monks were flushed, and they almost lost their breath after being punched by Ah Fei's cannonball.

"False theory...all fallacies!" The fat monk pointed at Ah Fei angrily: "The Buddha said, Karma reincarnates, good and evil are rewarded, and you will be retribution."

"Arrogance is right, and what can survive is the truth!"

There were more than a dozen fish on the Jiang Ming rope, and he stopped fishing. He carried the fish and walked ashore step by step, twisted his wet clothes, and looked at the fat monk with a smile:

"The people are suffering. You have never cut meat to feed the eagles like the Buddha, so don't use Dharma to flaunt yourself and educate the people."

"Using Dharma to play prestige, how is this behavior different from a fox pretending to be a tiger?" Jiang Ming said indifferently, pointing to the upstream bank: "Besides, the master has already run away, so stop barking here..."

The fat monk looked in the direction Jiang Ming pointed, and saw that the carriages had started to turn around and leave.

With a slender hand, the curtain of the carriage was lifted. Miss Wang glanced at the fishing scene here, and then lowered the curtain again.

"Drive!" The groom flicked his whip, and the carriage drove away.

"You, you unrestrained villain, you will never have a relationship with Buddha!" ​​The fat monk suddenly panicked, and ran back with a group of subordinates, chasing the carriage...

"Hey, this old thief is bald and full of fat, and he runs fast. I haven't had any more fun!" Ah Fei also went ashore with a heavy fish basket on his back, and cursed with some insatiable desire: "Have no chance for Buddha? Officials and nobles, how come all of them are so predestined to Buddha..."

Old Jiang climbed onto the shore with his head akimbo, handed Jiang Ming a fish with a dark face, and sighed: "You two are still too young to compete with those bald donkeys. They can claim that the dead are alive. Hold on to your grudge, stay away from it when you see her in the future, and don't get involved again!"

Jiang Ming smiled and pushed the fish back: "Keep it on the account and count it as the cost of three drinks."

"Little bastard!" Old Jiang's head almost jumped up, laying here and repeatedly pulling his wool.

Jiang Ming chuckled and said nothing.

Old Jiangtou threw the fish to Ah Fei again: "If he doesn't want it, you can take it. It will be used as a share of money, and you can pickle it when you go back. It will be a hard dish with a long face."

"Thank you Jiangye!" 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 he just waits to pick a good day to hold a banquet.

This is the life of the people at the bottom, survival, reproduction, and death...

When he arrived in the town, Jiang Ming bought some coarse salt, and when he returned home, he slaughtered and washed more than half of the fish, marinated them in earthen pots, kept a few fish in the water tank, and picked out the two largest ones for preparation. Bring it to the old Zhou.

Lao Zhoutou is older than Lao Jiangtou. He practiced martial arts in the early years and hurt his body. 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 into the bottom of the bucket, scooped up half of the bucket of clean water, and carried it out the door.

This season is the time to eat cicada monkeys, but even if people in the town try to catch them, most of them are sold to the officials in the city, and I am often reluctant to eat them...

The next morning, the sky was bright and clear.

Jiang Ming first went to the tavern to sell two catties of wine, and then went home with two fat fish and a bucket of cicada monkeys, and went to the old Zhoutou's house with the money...

"You... are too grand."

Old Zhou was flattered to accept the wine and meat from Jiang Ming.

Although he knew that Jiang Ming was not a villain, he also knew that he was definitely not someone in the pool. He looked peaceful and friendly at ordinary times, but in his heart he didn't really take anyone in Ping'an Town seriously.

Never would I have thought that I would have such respect for such a bad old man...

"An expert is a teacher. If Mr. Zhou feels sorry, please teach me more carefully." Jiang Ming said sincerely, and put the five taels of silver into the hands of old Zhou Tou without any regrets.

Jiang Ming is never stingy with the tuition fees that should be paid.

"Okay, okay, Lao Zhou, I will try my best to teach you everything I have learned in my life." Lao Zhou was moved, and then turned around and shouted: "Axiu, come out quickly."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl ran out of the house and greeted obediently.

"This is the granddaughter Zhou Wenxiu I mentioned to you. Her parents are gone!" Old Zhou said with tears in his eyes: "I haven't had a good life for a few years. In the future, Brother Ming, if you become prosperous ..."

"Master Zhou!" Jiang Ming looked at Old Zhou with a slight smile, his expression unmoved.

Old Zhou Tou wiped away his tears in embarrassment, knowing that Jiang Ming could not be fooled, so he stopped talking.

He asked his granddaughter to bring the wine and meat back to the house, while he and Jiang Ming sat in the courtyard, and shouted into the house by the way:

"Fry the cicada monkey quickly, and then it will go bad."

"I think you're hungry!" Zhou Wenxiu's crisp voice came out.

Lao Zhou rubbed his nose and quickly poured Jiang Ming a cup of tea to cover up his embarrassment: "Brother Ming, drink tea."

The two chatted for a while, and Zhou Wenxiu brought a bowl of fried golden cicada monkeys, which exuded a delicious smell.

Old Zhou Tou immediately picked one up and threw it into his mouth, chewing it crispy, then looked at Jiang Ming seriously: "You have to think about it, really want to learn?"

"My body is broken by martial arts training." He patted Own's knee: "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 the matter?" Old Zhou asked puzzled.

"No...it's seven years." Jiang Ming shook his head and said, "They have been sleeping in the dark soil for seven years before breaking out of the ground and dying within a month."

Lao Zhou didn't know what Jiang Ming meant, so he could only follow along: "That's poor."

"It's quite pitiful...but it's better than sleeping underground forever." Jiang Ming laughed.

Only then did the old man suddenly understand, and then he said with a wry smile: "Okay, since Brother Ming is determined to learn, then I won't talk nonsense anymore."

"As for the way of martial arts, I actually only have a half-knowledge."

Old Zhou Tou sighed and said: "When I was the most powerful back then, I was just a low-level Practitioner. I thought I could run amok everywhere, but I didn't expect that I would be severely taught before I walked out of Dayun Mansion. In the end, I could only stay here. Ping'an Town recuperates..."

He shook his head, obviously he didn't want to say much about his experience back then, and continued: "The martial arts method I learned is called Fuhuquan. It is an incomplete method. After practicing to great success, even forces like the Wang family will treat you as a guest of honor."

"It's a pity that even if it is my Master, I will only be a third-rate Practitioner after practicing for a lifetime..." Old Zhou Tou said: "The difficulty of Martial Dao is unimaginable for ordinary people."

"Then we can't wait anymore, we will start today." Jiang Ming half-jokingly said.

Old Zhou Tou laughed: "Alright, from today onwards, I will first teach you the external refining method of Fuhu Fist, Brother Ming. After you have mastered it, you can combine the internal training of breathing, smelting Blood Qi, and hitting the Practitioner Realm... "

(end of this chapter)