Unlimited employment

Chapter 13 013 [Internal Strength]

He left the back door of Yuhuang Temple and walked towards the small courtyard he had built in the back mountain.

From a distance, Chen Sheng saw a young man who looked somewhat similar to himself, cleaning a lively carp in the yard.

"Chongqi, you're not on duty today."

Zhu Chongqi, who is fourteen years old this year, has a strong body and a heroic face because of his many years of majoring in "Kuangfeng Daolu" and "Luohan Fumo Gong". He does not look like a child at all.

He now also works in the temple, learning the craft of wood carving while also honing his knife skills.

I saw him speaking while skillfully using a knife to scrape the scales and clean out the belly of the carp.

"Recently, there have been pirate incidents in Southeast Asia. All the ships from the Central Plains that were transporting timber there have been hijacked. Precious woods like red sandalwood and huanghuali are out of stock, so the woodworking in the temple can only work one day and rest three days.

But it’s good this way, I can have more time to practice martial arts.

Today I went to the river to fetch water and also caught a fat fish, which will be an extra dish for dinner."

Although they worked for Yuhuang Temple, the three Zhu brothers were not monks, so they could naturally eat meat.

Only by eating meat every day can one avoid hindering the progress of martial arts training.

Even Chen Sheng, who could barely survive by eating grass in the first two years, had to join the ranks of meat eaters after he turned seventeen.

Most of the wages the three brothers earned from working in the past few years were spent on their stomachs.

The old saying that a poor scholar is good at literature but a rich warrior is not without reason.

Chen Sheng walked into the kitchen and found that rice was already steaming in the pot. Zhu Yuanzhang had already cut the vegetables and meat to be cooked tonight, so he started to heat the oil in the pot.

It only took two incense sticks of time to prepare five dishes: braised carp, stir-fried lamb with green onions, stir-fried pork heart, tofu with green onions, and cabbage and meatball soup.

When the aroma of food filled the courtyard, it was already dark, and Zhu Chongliu, with his upper body naked and his sweaty and strong muscles exposed, also came back.

At the age of seventeen, he had practiced "Hand Combat Martial Arts Sutra" and "Vajra Meditation Lion's Roar" for many years. With his muscular body of steel and iron and a height of seven feet, he looked like a mighty general.

Zhu Chongliu now works as a blacksmith in the temple, using the hard labor of blacksmithing to strengthen his muscles and bones to help his practice of "Shou Bo Wu Jing".

The three of them sat down around the table and began to feast on the rice.

During the meal, Chen Sheng mentioned his intention to leave the temple.

"I should have left a long time ago. I don't want to stay in this damn temple for even one more day.

I worked hard swinging a hammer in the Iron Hall, and not only was I only paid two cents a month, but I was also bullied by the bald donkey in charge.

If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll lose control of my anger and crush the head monk one day."

"Yes, second brother, it's really boring to be stuck in the temple carving Buddha statues all day long."

It is said that when you have a sharp knife in your heart, you will naturally have murderous intentions. This is absolutely true.

If they had not learned martial arts, the Zhu brothers would have been just honest and obedient citizens. They would have been grateful and worked at the Yuhuang Temple until the end of time, and would not have dared to ask for more.

But under Chen Sheng's personal instruction, the two men, who had achieved some success in martial arts, had already become restless under the stimulation of the external environment.

In recent years, the country has suffered from severe droughts year after year. Not only did the government fail to provide disaster relief, but it also imposed heavy taxes on the common people. Under the successive natural and man-made disasters, the country finally reached a point of chaos.

Although the three brothers were in Haozhou, they heard that the White Lotus Sect in the south was attacking cities, killing officials and rebelling in the name of "the coming of the wise king to save all living beings."

The engineers who were repairing the Yellow River in the north also shouted the slogan "Don't say the stone man has only one eye, if you stir up the Yellow River, the whole world will rebel", and fought with the government soldiers in the Central Plains.

"The sky is high and the emperor is far away, the people are few and the officials are many. We are beaten three times a day, how can we not rebel?" Such sporadic cries were heard all over the country, and the government was completely unable to suppress them. After years of training by Chen Sheng, Zhu Chongliu and Zhu Chongqi, now both civil and military masters with broad horizons, were naturally ready to make a move.

However, Chen Sheng was not optimistic about their idea.

If a man fails in his fight to become a dragon, he will die.

Zhu Chongliu and Zhu Chongqi are not Chen Sheng. They can return to the main world after dying in this world. They only have one life, so once they die, they are really dead.

Because of their many years of brotherhood, Chen Sheng was unwilling to let them take this dangerous path.

Although relying on the knowledge accumulated in his first life and a little help from his professional panel, he is fully confident that he can rebel and establish his own regime, or even conquer the world.

He then commanded his army to march across the world, forcing the martial arts sects to hand over their martial arts, and easily achieved his goal of collecting martial arts from all over the world.

But in comparison, Chen Sheng hid his identity and spent decades traveling to major sects around the world. He used his mind and ability to secretly learn from masters and was able to learn those martial arts bit by bit.

There is absolutely no need to let Zhu Chongliu and Zhu Chongqi take such a big risk.

So, he directly rejected it.

"Rebellion is not that easy. Those who can seize the world in troubled times are always heroes who have the right time, place and people.

Two little brats who have never even killed anyone, what the hell do they know about rebelling?"

Zhu Chongliu on the side became anxious.

"Second brother, you've been teaching us all these years that a true man's ambition should be like a long river, flowing eastward into the sea. How can you say such depressing words now?"

Zhu Chongqi also put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and said.

"Yes, second brother, if a man lives in the world and does nothing, what difference is there between him and rotten wood and rotten grass?"

"There aren't that many real men or heroes in this world, just enjoy your meal.

We'll leave here after I go to Yuhuang Temple and collect all the debts they've owed me over the years."

Faced with the rebelliousness and childish ideas of his two adolescent brothers, Chen Sheng knocked on their heads with chopsticks and forcefully suppressed their dissatisfaction.

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After the three of them had a full meal, Zhu Chongliu, who did not participate in cooking, naturally washed the pots and dishes.

Chen Sheng returned to the house, sat down with his five hearts facing the sky, and began to practice internal energy today.

Ever since he had mastered the "Hand-to-Hand Martial Arts Manual" and "Kuangfeng Sword Record" to the highest level, he had now devoted all his time to cultivating his internal strength.

Buddhist martial arts place the most emphasis on foundation, and progress is often slow in the early stages. However, as long as one practices diligently, over the years, the skill level will grow like a snowball rolling down the mountain, and in the later stages of practice, it will surpass other sects.

As the best method for laying the foundation of Buddhism, although Chen Sheng obtained this skill relatively late, he has achieved profound attainments through diligent practice.

He was seen calming his mind and thinking deeply, and the internal energy immediately flowed through his inner and outer kidneys, carrying strands of pure yang energy from the four organs and pouring into the Guanyuan acupoint below the navel.

Pure white clouds like smoke and fog gradually accumulated deeper in the acupoints, like a misty sea of ​​clouds in a fairyland.

This breath of pure yang energy is the foundation of the practice of Tongzi Kung. The deeper the accumulation, the greater the improvement to the practitioner's spirit, energy and vitality, and the more obvious the blessing to the practice of other martial arts will be.

Just like fine wine that has been stored for many years, it will become more fragrant with age.

(End of this chapter)