Chapter 553: Only I Have My Own Method Chapter 553: Punishment

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The Ru Ding Monk of Baima Temple had long mastered the faith power of "consecration" through methods passed down through generations. Plus uninterrupted practice, his level was at least Level 6-7 in body technique, and with years of cultivation, he truly had the appearance of a virtuous high monk, his kasaya dry-cleaned very beautifully, red and yellow, very bright.

High officials have always been the most reverent toward eminent monks, and also the most contemptuous of religion. Their usual practice is to first do what serves their own interests, then apologize to the gods, Buddhas, and immortals—getting on the bus before buying the ticket, speaking of a similar situation.

Xi Rong pressed the alarm at the first moment, summoning the gymnasium's guards, then asked reassuredly: "Master, what did you hear?"

Ru Ding said leisurely: "This poor monk heard that this benefactor seems to have received the Buddha's favor. Therefore I have a few questions I wish to ask."

Xi Tan snorted a laugh and said: "What favor did I receive from the Buddha?"

"Two claws powerful, legs like iron pestles, the benefactor is just like a consecrated ritual implement. Coinciding with the consecration celebration ceremony, this place naturally received the Buddha's favor." The Ru Ding Monk answered again with palms pressed together.

He actually had some doubts. At various consecration ceremonies, chanting scriptures making the body powerful was once a secret technique cherished by the Baima Temple monks. Years of chanting made people subconsciously believe in the Buddha's majesty, but Xi Tan had merely undergone one ceremony and obtained such powerful power, obviously exceeding what they understood of the consecration grand ceremony...

Ru Ding looked at the furniture and furnishings inside that had been clawed to shreds, his heart surging.

Xi Tan looked ferociously at the monk and asked: "A consecrated ritual implement, besides warding off evil, can it also improve physical fitness?"

"Since it is a ritual implement, naturally it has benefits."

Xi Tan believed somewhat and asked: "Where are you a monk from?"

"This poor monk comes from Baima Temple. May I ask the benefactor one thing, how did you become such a ritual implement?"

"What does that have to do with you?"

Ru Ding's eyes flashed, and he smiled: "Benefactor, you just moved about a bit; do you feel you've expended strength? If this poor monk's guess is not wrong, this strength will not naturally recover."

Xi Tan moved his arms, only feeling his whole body filled with energy, and snapped: "Nonsense."

At this time, more than ten guards with guns and batons had already come, running over to surround Ru Ding on all sides.

Ru Ding's two little disciples immediately became nervous as if stealing dog meat for the first time.

Xi Tan saw this and laughed gleefully. In a moment, he also let out a long breath, thinking: I, a dignified Naval Major General, obtained the brute force of common street ruffians, and it's not as good as the skill of more than a dozen guns—what is there to be proud of?

Ru Ding raised his hands peacefully, making a gesture of surrender, and smiled: "Benefactor, remember to chant scriptures anytime; otherwise, I fear there is danger of greatly reduced strength."

Amidst loud laughter, he turned and left.

The guards, at Xi Rong's gesture, cleared a path, allowing the Ru Ding Monk to leave.

Liu Chengyou's gaze flickered, taking advantage of others being unprepared, he secretly followed after.

The Xi Family obtaining a bit of "kung fu" at most strengthens the body, but the "Human Development Research Society" regards this as precious; perhaps they could receive commendation because of this!

Xi Tan fell from the peak of ecstasy, went home and slept with his head covered. The next day when he got up, he muttered to himself in front of the mirror: "As long as I keep cultivating, one day I can surpass Chen Yi, reach the level of Silver Forest Skin Divine Art Knight, at that time..."

About the story of that time, he had thought of many.

But every time he thought of it, it was still delightful.

He shook his shoulders, shook his arms, jumped with all his strength, preparing to touch the roof, as a warm-up.

Xi Tan's body leapt high up.

Then fell down heavily and quickly.

His outstretched arms stretched out beautifully, just failed to touch the roof.

Xi Tan was startled, and with the falling motion, he struck a chopping palm onto the bookcase.

A loud "Boom" sound.

The bookcase cracked a seam, but did not completely fall apart.

Xi Tan froze.

Strength had weakened, jumping had also weakened

He tried once more, greater than a normal person's strength, yes, and better than a normal person's jumping, but compared with yesterday's state, it could be called worlds apart.

"Something must be wrong somewhere." Xi Tan shook his head hard.

If one must chant scriptures every day to obtain this strength, the so-called faith power is barely even a chicken rib. Maybe it's somewhat useful for soldiers?

He didn't yet know that the faith of 300,000 people was only enough to supply a few people.

Xi Rong was instead exhausted, half-leaning on the sofa, all image gone. Being of military background, if not for extreme mental fatigue, he would not make such a movement.

After a brief silence, Xi Tan walked out of the room and shouted: "Xiao Tie, go find that Baima Temple monk from yesterday."

"No need to go." Xi Rong came back from outside, with a grim face: "This path is blocked, why go down a dark road to the end?"

Give up midway? Xi Rong said unwillingly: "We haven't completely failed yet."

"Holding a ceremony in Jiangning, not succeeding is failure." Xi Rong looked at his son, stood up with difficulty, and said: "Lord Chen Yi came back this morning."

When he said Lord Chen Yi, it meant admitting defeat.

Xi Tan was stunned.

The matters in Jiangning surely could not be hidden from Chen Yi.

Divine Art Knight was obviously Chen Yi's taboo; if he became a Divine Art Knight before Chen Yi returned, that would be one thing.

"Pack up, prepare to go see Chen Yi." Xi Rong said wearily: "He is at Jiangbei Wharf, waiting for us to explain the matter of 300,000 people gathering."

Xi Tan extremely unwillingly, led by his father, went to the storage area of Jiangbei Wharf.

This place was becoming more and more prosperous.

The prosperity of industrialization, accompanied by whistling trains and heavy ships, might make the Mechanical Party enthusiastic, but would only make Xi Tan uneasy.

"Xi Family Xi Rong and Xi Tan, come to pay respects to Lord Chen Yi." Xi Rong, heedless of the crowds coming and going, respectfully saluted the little Martial Arts Hall Student.

After a while, Liu Xinyu appeared before the Xi father and son, swaying gracefully. In an instant, truly like a breath of cool water vapor rushing toward them, it dispelled the agitation under the scorching sun.

Xi Tan took a deep breath, then felt it was improper, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Liu Xinyu said in a cool voice, "Chen Yi is busy; he won't be coming to see you."

"In that case, let's go." Facing a beauty, Xi Tan didn't want to lose face no matter what.

Xi Rong glared at him fiercely, then bowed and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen must be busy; we have plenty of time to wait."

"No need."

"Please be accommodating once more. Since the Xi Family joined the Chen Clan, it's been several months. Some things were done wrong; please point them out, Mr. Chen, and we will definitely correct them again and again."

"He indeed cannot spare the time right now."

Xi Tan interjected, "If you could tell Mr. Chen Yi that we came by, that would be greatly appreciated."

He had already started to feel embarrassed.

Xi Rong grabbed him again and shouted hoarsely, "Are you afraid of losing face? Or do you think losing face is what you should worry about most right now?"

"I heard." Liu Xinyu smiled faintly.

"Sorry, we came to apologize sincerely. Bearing thorns to beg forgiveness." Xi Rong said very seriously.

"If that's the case, I have a proposal, which does not necessarily represent Chen Yi." When Liu Xinyu smiled, her eyes became even more beautiful, bewitching Xi Tan into a daze.

But he instantly snapped out of the daze. It was very obvious that Liu Xinyu was about to state conditions on Chen Yi's behalf.

Nothing more than paying money, right? Xi Tan thought secretly: What else could it be? We're already on the edge of the Chen Clan; he can't imprison me, and there's no need to kill me — there shouldn't be that necessity. At most, send me to the West Continent, that desolate godforsaken place; maybe it's an opportunity.

Xi Tan amused himself bitterly alone.

While waiting, Liu Xinyu said calmly, "I believe that as a member of the Navy, if Mr. Xi Tan could serve as a garrison soldier on an island for three to five years, it would be very beneficial for improving the overall image."

"What? Garrison soldier?" Xi Tan's amusement vanished, leaving only bitterness.

"A lonely island is quite suitable for the Xi Family to sort out their thoughts." Liu Xinyu nodded at Xi Rong and left.

Xi Tan muttered to himself, "How can it be like this."

China's garrison soldiers are absolutely synonymous with sacrifice and dedication. Whether there are other ways to guarantee the nation's territorial security is one matter; whether high-ranking officers are willing to sacrifice and dedicate themselves on a lonely island is another.

At least Xi Tan has absolutely no reason to be willing to be a glorious garrison soldier.

His face turned green like a cucumber in an instant.

Losing the position of Staff Department Major General was tragic, but that was tragic relative to government and military high officials. For one person or several dozen people to stay on an isolated island, tasting sunlight, bad beaches, and survival threats — for him, for everyone, it was simply the end of the world...

Three or five years — that was not only a cage, but would also let him be completely forgotten by people.

"Blue Eagle" would turn into a weakling.

"Chen Yi wouldn't be serious, right?" He turned his head toward his old man.

"We proposed it ourselves; it won't be too shameful. At least, these few years can gain a bit of reputation." Xi Rong persuaded him while his gaze was extremely stern.

Two days later, Xi Tan's application was submitted to the upper echelons.

While drawing a burst of laughter, this obviously brought some shock. Many people therefore noticed the Body Techniques practiced by Martial Arts Hall Students. This data had long been collected by the security system; it was just that very few people took an interest.

In an era led by technology, no matter how strong the body, it cannot replace the brain.

However, looking from another angle, having a strong body doesn't seem like a bad thing either. Associating it with Chen Zhongguo's health condition, people voluntarily learning Body Techniques and applying to join the Martial Arts Hall increased again — for many Families, this was also a good opportunity to hedge their bets on both sides.

Beneficiaries rarely go all-in; most are satisfied with safe profits.

Chen Yi understood their thinking very well; therefore, during the West Continent Canal construction, besides expanding expenditure, he did not reduce the channel's tonnage.

In fact, due to his strong demand, more than half of the Divine Art Knights were pulled by him to serve as porters — on one side of Earth, they were responsible for stopping trains that had rushed into the subway and lost control due to derailment; on the West Continent side, they were responsible for straightening and pulling out the hundreds or thousands of train cars linked together.

And on the Ground, the canal widening project, 10 kilometers long and 4 kilometers wide, had also progressed more than halfway. During this period, besides the students operating machinery and the engineers and mechanics from Earth, there were countless refugees. Civilians in fierce war are always in danger; relative to other city-states of the Water Dragon Temple, West River City was the most peaceful place closest to the Front Line.

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