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Chapter 12 Martial Arts
Such a strange rule made Shen Qing unable to understand for a while.

And these snacks are still hot, obviously just made it not long ago, it seems that someone will come to the door calculated in advance.

Seeing the empty Daxiong Palace all around, Shen Qing felt a chill down his spine for a moment.

She didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, but in a different world, her previous ideas were somewhat untenable.

"Old Zhao told me to come here less often. I can only come here when I have to, and I can only come here in the middle of the night."

Zhao Yu is not a big man, but he has a big appetite, and half a plate of melons and fruits went into his stomach in a blink of an eye.

When there was about half of it left, she put the plate back to its original place and reminded: "You can't eat all the food, you have to keep half of it."

The more he listened, the more Shen Qing felt that this place was weird, the coolness penetrated into Tianling from the soles of his feet, and his hairs began to rise.

The two filled their stomachs in a hurry, did not stay here for long, and left soon.

After a while, two figures walked out from behind the Buddha statue, one old and one young, both wearing washed and whitish monk robes.

The old monk seemed to be over ninety years old, with a thin body, loose skin and flesh on his face, covered with gullies, and his eyes were filled with the introverted wisdom that had been experienced through wind and frost, and he was extremely energetic.

The young monk at the side was only eleven or twelve years old, with delicate features and mature demeanor.

"Master... opened his mouth again."

The little monk was a little worried.

"The monks are merciful, only three times a month, no problem." The old monk shook his head slightly.

"One person three times, including this newcomer, there are already 23."

The little monk murmured, and his sorrow continued: "It's been two months since no one has come to offer incense in this barren mountain. If you rely on Master to alms for alms, you will starve to death sooner or later."

Most of the people who can come to Baihong Temple are beggars who are so hungry that there is no other way. Anyone who stutters will not come here.

This can be said to be the last straw for those beggars.

"They are all hard-working people, help if you can."

The old monk touched the young monk's head and urged:

"Hurry up and arrange the offerings. Tomorrow the wife of Captain Song of Changling City will come to worship Buddha and ask for a son. Don't neglect it."

Mrs. Du Wei made a move, at least three or five taels of sesame oil money, and it can last for another two months.

"We don't enshrine Songzi Guanyin here either."

Hearing this, the little monk was a little puzzled for a while, and went up to collect the tribute according to the words, took the time to look up, looked at the only big Buddha in the temple on the altar, and said doubtfully:
"The Buddha, the old man, still cares about this?"

"It doesn't matter whether the old man cares, as long as Mrs. Duwei believes in it."

The old monk lit three purple incense sticks, and after nine prostrations, inserted them into the incense burner:

"Praying to Buddha is for peace of mind..."

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"Why are there these rules in Baihong Temple? Didn't Lao Zhao tell you?"

Inside the ruined temple, Shen Qing tossed and turned in the pile of straw, still unable to sleep, she always felt that there was a big secret hidden in the Baihong Temple.

She has read a lot of strange novels, and at this moment, she has already imagined countless possibilities.

In this barren mountain and wild temple, there may be a thousand-year-old monster hiding in it, raising countless ghosts, using these tributes to lure people into the bait, and cultivating by eating people.

"He didn't say, and I didn't ask."

Zhao Yu was already a little sleepy, and said vaguely:
"He just said that if you don't follow the rules, you will kill people..."

Before the words fell, there was a soft snoring.

kill people...

Shen Qing's eyes were fixed, and for some reason she was a little excited, her heart scratching like a cat's paw.

This old Zhao must not be simple, he is definitely not an ordinary beggar.

In today's world, there must be some supernatural forces, such as gods and ghosts.

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The next day, early in the morning.

The sun shines into the temple from the broken roof, and the dust floating in the light beams penetrating from the outside of the wall is like smoke and fog.

Because of the Baihong Temple, Shen Qing was full of thoughts and did not sleep all night, perhaps because he had slept for two days, he was still full of energy at this moment.

When the first rays of sunlight hit his face, Zhao Yu opened his eyes.

Apparently she was not awake yet, she got up with blank eyes, grabbed a rag bag, put it on her shoulder, and staggered towards the outside of the temple.

"Little rain? Little rain!"

Shen Qing stood up and called several times in a row before Zhao Yu gradually woke up.

"I'm going to the city today, or I'll be hungry."

She scratched her knotted hair, hesitated:

"Would you like to wait for me here?"

He was just picked up from the mass grave a few days ago, and his injury must not have improved, so it's best not to run around.

"Need not."

Shen Qing shook her head, and took out a bank note from her waist: "I'll take you to eat."

The scattered silver taels were almost spent during the previous rush, and only the silver bills remained.

Thanks to Zhao Nuo's blessing and Yuzhen's help, she still has hundreds of taels of silver on hand, at least for the time being, she doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking.

Zhao Yu opened his eyes wide and stared at the 50 tael bank note for a long while, unable to recover.

When examining Shen Qing's wound, she only found a dozen or so copper plates, and barely replaced two feet of good cloth to bandage Shen Qing.

She thought it was all of Shen Qing's belongings.

In the next moment, Zhao Yu's eyes gradually changed, as if she dug out a treasure from a mass grave.

Shen Qing's life is worth more than she thought, at least more than the two taels previously estimated.

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The city closest to the ruined temple is named 'Chang Ling', and it was also Shen Qing's original destination.

The trauma this time emptied Shen Qing's little remaining internal energy, and all traces of the blood exchange and palace transfer completely dissipated from her body.

Except for a few cracked ribs, she is fine, and she can already start trying to rebuild her martial arts.

This time when she entered the city, she also started to prepare the tonics needed for the medicated bath.

Acquired state is the foundation of martial arts practice, practicing internal strength, supplemented by medicinal baths, dredging the meridians, strengthening the muscles and bones of the body.

When the Houtian realm is cultivated to perfection, with the help of internal force, one can easily exert a huge force of several thousand catties, enough to tear tigers and leopards alive, and hunt wolves alone.

However, the internal strength of Houtian Realm is limited after all, hundreds of well-trained soldiers equipped with strong bows and crossbows can easily surround and kill them.

On the battlefield, it is also easy to be accidentally injured by Liu Ya's hidden weapon.

Only by stepping into Xiantian, opening up the meridians of the whole body, qi running through the whole body, and the true qi in the dantian forming a self-circulation, can we move freely in the army of thousands.

And the power Shen Qing wanted was far more than that.

Originally, she had no choice but to be an ordinary person, but the appearance of the sundial changed this situation.

In today's world, she can completely pursue a stronger power.

At this moment, she has not yet started to practice martial arts, and what she thinks about in her mind is the realm of the great master of martial arts, how can she become the myth of the world.

After leaving the mountain road and walking along the official road for less than half an hour, the city gate was already in sight.

Compared with the strict guards of the imperial capital, the investigation of entering the city here is obviously much looser.

When Shen Qing and the two entered the city, they didn't even receive any inquiries, and were completely ignored.

(End of this chapter)