Chapter 100

Child Body Technique, Daoist sect, Yin master, spirits.

Hong Kong-Macau area, Buddhist teachings, Child Body technique, Cantonese, Swift Child.

However, anything has two sides; take this child-body practice, although it is swift and effective, many masters often train in it; when in child-body state, blades do not wound, fire does not frighten. Soon after entering child-body, one finds their essence, energy, and spirit have risen a level. But this method requires a very solid mental method as prerequisite; that is, one needs a long period of settling, when body and mind have reached a certain degree, then one can invoke the deity via child-body, and moreover it is not advisable to do so for long periods, to do it constantly.

But many people in the trade overlook this point, and even more do so to prove their abilities and to amass wealth. Whenever they take on disciples, they appoint the disciples as 'registered child' granting them the qualification to invoke the deity via child-body, regardless of whether the disciple's body and mind can keep up. Over time, this bad practice spreads, and everyone who takes on disciples teaches them child-body. In the long run, if there is a master present it's still okay; if not… the disciple easily becomes schizophrenic or suffers from hysteria.

Person with ill intentions, ancestral master, evil spirits.

For example, the twitching, jumping 'coiled-hair kid' before us was summoned, but cannot be sent away; his body and spiritual awareness are controlled by the so-called 'Grandmaster Ancestor', making him do bizarre things. If left to continue like this, the consequences will only grow worse, possibly even harming people.

Seeing the young man's fist about to smash into an old man nearby, I hastily sidestepped, slightly bending my arms, and managed to block that fierce strike.

Numb… that was the only sensation coming from my arms; the coiled-hair youth's fist was extremely hard, like two lumps of hard iron, shaking my arm into numbness.

"Huh…" Pangzi gave a low shout, a heavy punch drove the coiled-hair youth back, then he shook his aching fist and cursed through gritted teeth: "Damn it, is that an iron plate or a person? How did it get this hard?"

Child Body Technique, Young Forest's Golden Bell Cover.

Thus the Shaolin Golden Bell Cover is rendered as "Young Forest's Golden Bell Cover". We'll treat "Young Forest" as a sect name because Shaolin is a monastery/sect/faction.

Also the 'relying strike' within martial arts may not be a name.

Seeing the coiled-hair youth's lawless fist technique injure many onlookers, Pangzi immediately had no hesitation, knees slightly bent, arms slightly curved, drawing breath from his throat he roared, gripping his tiger fist and preparing to charge forward.

Just then, a figure flashed ahead, a pretty silhouette leapt into the arena, fists raised in a martial stance, glaring fiercely at the coiled-hair youth.

"Hmph, this young lady wants to see just which school this chaotic mess of a fist technique comes from."

That lofty bearing, queen-like demeanor, instantly made my and Pangzi's eyes widen, our feet rooted like old tree roots, unable to move an inch.

Yao Yirong appears.

An Wei's conduct, Taozi Company.

However, before I could come to my senses, a familiar figure appeared again in the arena: an oval face, delicate eyebrows, a light yellow long dress setting off her tall figure, further revealing a heroic and capable aura.

That pretty figure turned out to be Pangzi's dream lover—Silijing. Seeing Yao Yirong rush into the arena, she hurriedly shouted at Yao Yirong: 'Yirong, don't cause trouble, come back quickly.'

What on earth is going on? How did they both come to Aomen together? From this tone it's obvious they're in cahoots.

Just as I let out a long sigh to the heavens, the situation inside changed again: Yao Yirong, who had charged forward with clenched fists at the coiled-hair youth, was bounced back and fell to the ground. Meanwhile, the coiled-hair youth staggered his steps, and in the blink of an eye he had flashed to Silijing's side, his bright fist about to strike her.

The onlookers all shut their eyes, unable to bear watching this cruel destruction of beauty.

etc.

At the critical moment, Pangzi swore loudly, then unleashed unprecedented potential, stepping forward with his front foot like a gust of wind; in the blink of an eye he flew to Silijing's side, leapt with a flying kick, and kicked the coiled-hair youth hard away.

"Pa, pa, pa…" the onlookers burst into enthusiastic applause. A heavyset Pangzi actually possessed such explosive speed—from leaping up, to a midair kick, to a steady landing—the whole process was seamless, without a hitch.

Unlike the onlookers' reaction, at the moment the coiled-hair youth fell to the ground I hurriedly followed Pangzi and rushed forward; while Pangzi held Silijing's hand asking about her condition, I instead pressed down on the coiled-hair youth who was trying to struggle up.

I bit my middle finger, hard pressed it onto the coiled-hair youth's forehead, and shouted loudly: 'Please, Old Ancestor, return to your palace…'

This is the method for sending away an attached child-spirit: directly using middle-finger blood to force the spiritual body out of a person. However, we in the trade do not call the child-spirit a demon or evil; even if it truly is, we still call it the Old Ancestor or Old Forefather. Adding the compulsion of middle-finger blood is meant to make them yield when faced with difficulty.

However, this time the efficacious method failed; after I dabbed middle-finger blood and shouted, the coiled-hair boy was not subdued—instead he planted his hands on the ground, pushed upward with force, trying to break free from my hold.

"Pangzi, something's off, hurry over and look…" I had my whole body pressing down on the coiled-hair boy, both hands gripping his wrists tightly, and I shouted at Pangzi, who was standing there earnestly with Silijing.

"What's wrong? It's just a child-body." Pangzi gave me a glance, reluctantly left Silijing, and walked over to me.

Pangzi bit his middle finger in the same way, pressed the blood onto the coiled-hair boy's forehead, then gave a loud shout from above. This time Pangzi was also surprised, because his middle finger was rebounded back the same way.

"Something's not right…" Pangzi muttered, staring at his middle finger.

"What's wrong with it!" Yao Yirong also came over, squatted to the side curiously looking at Pangzi, then she rolled up her sleeves and, full of arrogant vigor, ordered me: 'Hai Sheng, release this bastard; I, Miss, will fight him for three hundred bouts.'

Me: … you can't even withstand one round, let alone three hundred; one hand of theirs could crush you.

"Yirong, don't fight…" Silijing lightly tugged his sleeve, putting an end to his uproar.

Yao Yirong pouted her lips, dissatisfied, and squatted to one side.

At this moment, Pangzi carefully examined the coiled-hair youth once more, then took a small box from his backpack.

Pangzi ordered me: 'Hai Sheng, turn him over.'

That remark made me feel like vomiting old blood; let alone turning the coiled-hair youth over, just holding him down was already good enough. This guy's strength is outrageous; I sucked out every ounce of strength like a nursing infant, added my body weight, and barely managed to lock him down. If I let go now, I'm certain he'd cause an uproar again.

"How to turn…" I rolled my eyes and threw the question back at him.

"Yirong, lend a hand!" Pangzi said solemnly to Yao Yirong, then turned to me: 'When I count one-two-three later, you immediately release your grip, then I'll hammer him to the ground, you lock his hands, Yirong locks his feet… get ready.'

Pangzi rolled up his sleeves, pushed Silijing aside, then counted on his fingers: 'One… two… three.'

As soon as the word 'three' left his lips, I instantly released my grip on the coiled-hair youth's hands and stepped back several paces.

No sooner said than done: just as the coiled-hair youth had his hands on the ground and began to struggle up, Pangzi slightly bent one hand, threw a horizontal elbow, slammed him back to the ground, and drove his elbow hard into the youth's neck.

At that moment, Yao Yirong executed a side sweep, her legs scissoring to lock his legs tightly, while I grabbed his wildly flailing hands in midair and slammed them back down to the ground.

Then Yao Yirong's body shifted on the ground, her left elbow pressing against the coiled-hair youth's chest, taking Pangzi's place.

"What kind of skill is this…?" I stared at Yao Yirong in astonishment, unable to blurt out my doubt. It was like a supple snake, her joints and limbs so flexible they could perform an unimaginable roll.

Gracie Jiu-Jitsu.

Thus we list "Gracie Jiu-Jitsu" as a technique.

I instantly felt like I was meddling where I shouldn't, trying to stop this little girl from causing trouble, so I wisely shut my mouth.

Silver needles.

Pangzi casually picked up one and was about to stab it into the coiled-hair youth.

"Pangzi, what are you…?" I asked in surprise.

The silver needle flashed with a cold gleam in the sunlight. Pangzi held it thus and softly uttered five words.

Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate...