Becoming a god starts from planting a Bodhi tree.

Chapter 61 The Lower Temple

There are many gangs at the lower level, but not all of them are criminals. Most of them just want to make a living and live in groups.

And most gang members would not choose to offend a martial arts school.

After all, the ability to fight is an important factor in whether they can occupy more territory and live better.

If you want to be able to fight, you have to go to a martial arts gym.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ji Jingqiu is not only a true disciple of Yangyan Martial Arts School, but also has a place in the Public Security Bureau's foreign warfare system. Coupled with the "brushing orders" in recent times, he has transformed his strength into "regional reputation."

He was promoted from Xiao Ji to Brother Ji.

As the sun sets, the city's evening breeze blows through the alleys.

As the grandfather and grandson were walking on the way home, Brother Ji was educating his grandfather with great sorrow.

"You don't go home, but play mahjong outside, and you lose ten thousand every time. Don't you always brag about your excellent mahjong skills?

If you ask me, when you don’t win money, you must be playing mediocre Mahjong.”

Ji Wumian was speechless at first, but became more and more annoyed the more he listened, and glared at her:
"You bastard, I'm your grandfather after all! My dear grandfather!"

Then he changed the subject, "How's your martial arts training going lately?"

"It's just okay. After all, my talent is not bad." Ji Jingqiu said seriously, "I just broke through the second limit of heaven and man, and the third limit is in sight. There is still a slight gap between me and those big guys on the Internet who broke through the fifth limit in one breath."

A breath of sharp energy breaks through the five limits?
Ji Wumian twitched the corner of his mouth, this was pure bragging.

"correct."

When Ji Jingqiu saw the egg cake shop on the roadside, he remembered something. He had been so focused on practicing martial arts recently that he had completely forgotten about it...

"I'll buy some egg cakes that Grandpa Zhuang likes to eat, and we'll go to his temple to have a look."

Ji Wumian chuckled and said, "Your Grandpa Zhuang has been back for more than half a month. You only remember him now? He always said that he would pass the temple to you in the future."

Ji Jingqiu pretended not to hear.

He had no interest in guarding a temple and an unresponsive clay statue.

According to the big plan that his senior brother had painted for him, he would have the hope of going to the central area in the second half of the year, which was incomparable to Tai'an City.

Thinking of this——

"My senior brother told me that I will have the opportunity to go to the central area for further studies in the second half of the year. What do you think?" Ji Jingqiu asked about his grandfather's attitude.

"The heartland? Go ahead. Young people should go out and explore the world if they have the chance."

Ji Wumian nodded and instructed,
"Your father went to the central area to study, and he brought your mother back from the central area. You should also work hard and make a name for yourself."

Ji Jingqiu: "...Will you go with me then?"

According to my senior brother, there are places for those who can be exempted from the test and go to the central area based on their martial arts potential.

Ji Wumian shook his head: "You don't have to worry about me. I can live with or without you. I'm planning to go traveling in the near future."

"Going on a trip?" Ji Jingqiu was stunned. "Where to? With a tour group or alone?"

"Go with the tour group." Ji Wumian said calmly, with his hands behind his back, "I've paid the money."

"Have you paid all the money?" Ji Jingqiu couldn't help but ask, "How much is it? Where did you get the money?"

Didn’t his grandfather transfer all his savings to him last time, both in small and large amounts? He was very touched at that time.

"I won it at the mahjong table." Ji Wumian touched his chin, "Not much, just 40 yuan."

"...Are you planning a one-day tour of Tai'an City that doesn't include three meals?"

"A tour group for seniors, the whole trip lasts three months, from East District 3 all the way to North District 2, it's subsidized by the government, and includes pick-up and drop-off, and meals along the way." Ji Wumian said slowly.

Ji Jingqiu's face turned dark at that moment.

This old man is really not afraid of being kidnapped!

He patiently tried to reason with his grandfather, but after much persuasion, the old man remained unshakable and extremely determined.

“It’s a federal government subsidy!”

"It just so happens that you are going to the central area, so I am going to travel too." "I am a penniless old man, what can they want from me?"

"They are targeting me? Then they are making a wrong decision."

"Safe? No problem. Your Grandpa Zhuang is going too, and he has a younger generation accompanying him."

All the way to the temple, Ji Jingqiu was still unable to convince his grandfather, so he decided to go find Grandpa Zhuang to talk it over.

It is called a temple, but in fact it is a storehouse converted into a temple, located in a relatively quiet street corner on the lower floor. The ground is paved with mottled blue bricks, and the house is filled with a faint scent of incense.

In the main hall where statues of gods were originally enshrined, a mahjong table is the first thing that catches the eye, placed upright in the middle, surrounded by several handmade rattan chairs, and then the temple placed above.

It is called a temple, but it might be better to call it a chess and card room for the elderly.

Inside the temple, an energetic old man was leaning on a rattan chair with his eyes slightly narrowed. In front of him was a young man who was practicing standing meditation.

Judging from his age, he seems to be a few years older than Ji Jingqiu.

Sensing that an outsider had come in, the young man glanced at the old man on the rattan chair, and after getting permission, he put away the stake frame and walked a few steps to the old man's side.

He stands tall and straight like a pine tree, with a warm smile on his face and a gentle and mellow temperament.

"Grandpa Zhuang, you dare to go on a tour group that costs 40 yuan?"

Ji Jingqiu walked into the door with a bad look on his face.

The old man on the rattan chair was stunned. He looked past Ji Jingqiu and looked at his old friend who was walking behind him. Then he hummed and reacted:
"Well...it's a subsidy from the federal government."

Ji Jingqiu said unhappily, "Even with the subsidy, can something worth 40 yuan be a good thing? Are you two really not afraid of being ripped off?"

Zhuang Fusheng chuckled and said, "Being tricked? Then we may not be the ones who suffer."

He patted the young man behind him and said, "Jingqiu, come and meet him. This is my distant nephew. His last name is Xiao and his name is Shanhe. He has been visiting me recently. You two should get to know each other. When your grandfather and I travel, let him escort us."

Xiao Shanhe smiled, clasped his hands and bowed to Ji Jingqiu, looking a bit like a martial artist in martial arts novels.

Ji Jingqiu also followed his example and clasped his hands together.

"Jingqiu, you haven't been here for a long time. Go to the inner room and burn some incense to the god first." Zhuang Fusheng said seriously.

Ji Jingqiu responded and walked into the inner room to burn incense.

Grandpa Zhuang was his grandfather’s card-playing friend, and he was often brought here when he was a child.

At that time, the two old men deceived him, saying that if he worshipped the gods devoutly, he might get help from the gods and eliminate his illness. For this reason, he believed in the gods for a long time.

But later it was proved that God could not save him.

When Ji Jingqiu walked into the inner room, Xiao Shanhe leaned over and asked, "Master Zhuang, is this little brother my competitor?"

Zhuang Fusheng ignored him and looked towards the inner room, asking, "Jingqiu started practicing martial arts? When did it happen? I haven't been away for long."

"In less than two months, he found a martial arts school on his own."

Zhuang Fusheng suddenly said with a burning gaze, "The mysterious aura flowing through his body has already broken through the limit, and it's not just one level. How could it reach this level in just two months? And I saw a gleam of light in his eyes. Has he achieved enlightenment through spiritual practice?"

"Yes, my grandson."

Ji Wumian spoke lightly and casually, but he quietly put his hands behind his back.

Zhuang Fusheng glanced at this guy, then turned to look at Xiao Shanhe behind him, narrowed his eyes and said, "Boy, I remember you were also called a martial arts genius a few years ago?"

Xiao Shanhe bowed slightly: "The student passed the Star Standard in the past two years."

"now what?"

"Now, Haoyue dares to fight for it."

Zhuang Fusheng nodded with satisfaction, turned around and shouted:

"Jingqiu, come out after you've finished worshipping. Just show your respect.

I heard from Old Ji that you have been practicing martial arts recently, so it’s a good opportunity to ask Brother Xiao to practice with you.”

(End of this chapter)