Becoming a God Starts From Planting a Bodhi Tree

Chapter 24 Zhuang Gong is a private matter

Walking out of the kitchen was an old man with gray beard and hair, like a pine tree covered with winter snow, each root containing the accumulation of time.

His body was thin and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

The old man's eyes were deep-set, and his eyes were very calm, so calm that he seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

"Lao Zhou has something to do today. Three are missing and one is missing. I need a hammer." The old man said in a natural tone, "Have you had dinner? I baked pumpkin cakes."

He is Ji Jingqiu's grandfather, Ji Bumian.

"Eat it." Ji Jingqiu sniffed, smelling the aroma wafting from the kitchen, and added, "I ate it at the martial arts studio. I started practicing martial arts recently."

"Hmm." Ji Bulimian looked him up and down carefully, "He looks much stronger than before. Do you have enough money?"

"There is nothing to spend money on for the time being." Ji Jingqiu thought about it and found that he ate at the martial arts school and lived at home without spending any money at all.

"A place where there is no money?" Ji Bulimian sighed and shook his head, "Then it seems that the training is not very good."

Ji Jingqiu was silent for a moment and said: "...Please explain first what time you came back last Thursday night."

Ji Buyimian also fell silent for a moment: "Your Grandpa Zhuang is back. I went to see him that night, but he dragged me and refused to let me go. He insisted that I have a few drinks with him."

"Grandpa Zhuang is back?" Ji Jingqiu said in surprise, "Then I'll go see him another day."

"Well, it just so happens that you haven't been to the temple to worship for a long time, so I'd like to pay my respects on the way." Ji Bulimian nodded.

The Grandpa Zhuang mentioned by Ji Jingqiu lives on the lower floor and is the temple minister of a dilapidated temple.

There are many temples in East 3 Huangxing, but most of them don’t even have anyone to guard the temples due to the recession.

Ji Jingqiu didn't believe in God, or he once believed in God, but he didn't believe in it anymore after finding it was of no use.

Focus on realism.

There are indeed gods in the Federation.

Some of them can even interfere with the operation of local councils by influencing believers.

Therefore, in many places, popular "gods" are one of the priority targets of government officials. Their size and status will not be lower than those of oligarchs and certain aristocratic families.

It's a pity that these gods are helpless against the poisonous disease, or they think that he is insincere and unwilling to deal with him for his pitiful incense.

"What skills have you learned? Show me the drill." Ji Wumian said with great interest.

When Ji Jingqiu heard this, he was not in a hurry to practice. Instead, he looked at the old man and said suspiciously: "You have also practiced martial arts, right?"

Ji Wumian rolled his eyes and said, "What's so surprising about this? It's enough to have money to learn martial arts these days. Don't talk about me. Your father also stole money from the family to take martial arts courses outside. It's a pity that neither of us can practice. How's that?"

Ji Jingqiu asked cautiously: "Is our family talented?"

Isn't this something hereditary?

"The talent is okay, but I don't have the money."

Ji Wumian put his hands behind his back and sighed,

"It's a bit overwhelming during the training period, let alone the rest. How can we not spend money like water? Our family really can't afford it.

When I was young, I was obsessed with practicing martial arts. I once took out a loan to practice martial arts. Later, I thought that not to mention paying it off in my lifetime, I would have to take care of at least three generations of my descendants.

Finally, we ran away decisively, otherwise Dongsanhuangxing would not be our hometown. "

Ji Jingqiu was stunned.

He didn't expect his grandfather to have such a glorious resume.

"How much did you owe back then?" he couldn't help but ask.

Ji Wumian glanced at him: "Are you going to pay it back for me?"

Ji Jingqiu shook his head like a rattle.

Life is already so difficult, how can we take on another loan?

"Then what's the question?" Ji Wumian raised his chin, "Practice the next step, I can still give you some guidance during the training period."

"oh."

Ji Jingqiu is now practicing Zhuang Kung Fu, and he is very proficient at it.

The stakes moved according to his heart, and the much stronger Qi in his body swayed slightly and turned into a continuous cloud of Qi, which spread throughout his body as he breathed.

Wrapped in this energy, every inch of his body was gradually immersed in a warm current. Every inch of flesh, muscle, and bone becomes stronger under the warmth and nourishment of Qi Jin, while Qi Jin grows silently under the feedback of blood Qi.

This feeling is simply wonderful.

Now that he is practicing Fulong Zhuang, he doesn't have the unbearable pain at first. Instead, he feels extremely comfortable, as if he is soaking in a hot spring every moment.

A complete cycle ended, Ji Jingqiu finished his work and looked at his grandfather expectantly.

Ji Wumian rubbed his chin: "You're practicing well, just follow me."

"Is there anything that needs improvement?" Ji Jingqiu asked modestly.

Ji Wumian pondered for a moment, then said without changing his expression: "I just remembered that Zhuang Kung Fu is a private matter, and the best is what you find out by yourself. By the way, how much savings does the family have?"

"About two hundred thousand." Ji Jingqiu calculated.

The money is quite small, but not much, and I can't even afford a piece of pure incense.

Moreover, their family is living on a mountain without a stable source of income.

Ji Wumian turned around and walked into the house, taking out his terminal.

Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!

After a while.

A prompt message suddenly popped up on Ji Jingqiu's terminal.

"Your account with the last number 402X received a transfer of 803134.23 yuan..."

"I still have some private money. You can use it to buy a few injections of genetic enhancers. Martial arts training requires a lot of resources. Unfortunately, our family has nothing to provide you."

"Now that you have made your decision, you might as well see how far you can go. The road to martial arts is long and full of obstacles, but the journey is about to begin."

Ji Jingqiu felt a little complicated when looking at this string of numbers with zeros and integers.

It's said to be private money, but it's actually pension money, right?

Just...a genetic enhancer?

This is a by-product of the gene editing craze 120 years ago. It has long been classified as contraband and can only be seen on the lower-level black market.

Ji Jingqiu said helplessly: "Can that thing be used?"

Ji Wumian glanced at him: "Forget it if others are afraid of this thing, are you still afraid?"

Ji Jingqiu opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

Feel…

Seems to make sense?

What the old man means is very simple. He has endured even the most terrifying disease caused by gene editing for sixteen years. Do he still need to be afraid of gene enhancers?

In fact, the reason why this thing can still be circulated on the black market is because there are so many people in the world that there is no need to consider the consequences.

Ji Wumian, the old god, said: "A normal 'Building God Needle' in the body-building realm costs 500,000 apiece, and a complete course of treatment requires eight. Our family can't afford it, so we have to go some other way."

Ji Jingqiu couldn't help but said: "Is there a big difference between whether this thing can be beaten or not?"

"Nonsense." Ji Wumian reprimanded sternly, "You should have some respect for four million. With these eight injections, you can at least smooth out the foundation of your innate defeat to others and reach the most basic starting line."

Ji Jingqiu: "..."

Ji Wumian said: "In the future, do you want to learn grappling with fists and feet, or do you want to learn swords, guns and sticks?"

Ji Jingqiu thought about it seriously: "It should be the sword. I should choose to learn the sword."

"Oh, why?" Ji Wumian asked curiously.

"I studied history." Ji Jingqiu also asked curiously, "Old man, what did you study back then?"

He loved reading history, especially the troubled times at the beginning of the Confederacy.

According to historical records, the seven founding marshals who laid the foundation of the Federation used knives most often, followed by swords, spears and fists.

"Fist skills." Ji Wumian said slowly, "I like to speak with my fists. What I hate most in my life is knives."

(End of chapter)