Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 63 - 60: The Lower Level Divine Temple

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The lower-level gangs were rampant, yet not all of them were engaged in illegal activities. Many were just trying to make a living, gathering together to survive.

Moreover, people in gangs generally avoided offending the Martial Arts Hall.

After all, being able to fight was a crucial factor determining whether they could occupy more territory and live better.

If they wanted to be good at fighting, they had to go to the Martial Arts Hall.

To outsiders, Ji Jingqiu was not only a True Disciple of the Yang Yan Martial Arts Hall but also had his name registered in the External Battle System of the Order Office. Plus, his recent "task brushing" had turned his skills into a "local reputation."

He had leaped from being Little Ji to being Ji Brother.

As the sunset in the west, the evening breeze of the city swept through the alleyways.

The grandfather and grandson walked home, with Ji Brother passionately educating his grandfather.

"Not returning home but playing Mahjong outside, and losing a whole ten thousand, didn't you always boast about your excellent Mahjong skills?

Honestly, whenever you didn't win money, your Mahjong skills were probably just average."

Ji Wumian was initially speechless, but the more he listened, the more annoyed he became, glaring, "You brat, I'm still your grandfather! Your own!"

Then he changed the subject, "How's your Martial Arts training going lately?"

"Just okay, considering our family doesn't have terrible talent." Ji Jingqiu said seriously, *"I just broke through the second limit of a Heavenly Person, the third limit is in sight, but compared to those big shots online who easily break the Five Limits with one burst of sharp vigor, I am still slightly behind."*

*Breaking the Five Limits with one burst of sharp vigor?* Ji Wumian twitched the corners of his mouth, *this was pure boasting without a draft.*

"By the way." Ji Jingqiu noticed an egg cake stall by the roadside, then remembered something he'd completely forgotten due to being too focused on practicing Martial Arts lately...

"I'll buy some egg cakes that Sir Zhuang likes, and we can stop by his Divine Temple to have a look."

Ji Wumian chuckled, "Sir Zhuang has been back for more than half a month, and you're just now thinking about him? He always says he'll leave the Divine Temple to you in the future."

Ji Jingqiu pretended not to hear.

He had no interest in guarding a Divine Temple and a motionless clay statue.

According to the grand vision drawn by his senior brother, he had a chance to go to the central area in the second half of the year, which was incomparable to Taian City.

Thinking of this—

"My senior brother said I have a chance to go to the central area for advanced studies in the second half of the year. What do you think?" Ji Jingqiu asked his grandfather's opinion.

"Central area? Go, young people should take opportunities to explore." Ji Wumian nodded and advised,

"Your father also went to the central zone for studying back in the day, he brought your mother back from there, you should work hard and make us proud, too."

Ji Jingqiu: "…Will you go with me when the time comes?"

According to his senior brother, with his Martial Arts potential, he could be exempted from the test and go to the central area, where there were arranged placements.

Ji Wumian shook his head, "You don't need to worry about me, with or without you, I'll live just fine. I plan to travel in a while."

"Travel?" Ji Jingqiu was taken aback, "Where to? In a group or solo?"

"In a group." Ji Wumian said confidently, his hands behind his back, "I've already paid."

"You've already paid?" Ji Jingqiu couldn't help but ask, "How much, and where did you get the money?"

Hadn't his grandfather transferred all his savings to him last time, down to the last penny? Ji had been touched for quite a while back then.

"Won it at the Mahjong table." Ji Wumian rubbed his chin, "Not much, just 40 bucks."

"…Is it a one-day tour of Taian City that doesn't even include three meals?"

"An elderly travel group, a three-month journey from East 3 District to North 2 District, government-subsidized, including transportation and meals on the way." Ji Wumian said leisurely.

Ji Jingqiu's face turned dark immediately.

*This old geezer wasn't afraid to be swindled!* He patiently reasoned with his grandfather, but despite all his arguments and advice, the old man remained unmoved and exceptionally firm.

"This is a subsidy from the Federation Government!"

"Just as you go to the central area, I'll travel."

"I'm a penniless old man, what could they want from me?"

"Want me? Then they misjudged."

"Safety? Don't worry, Sir Zhuang is also going, and he has a young relative accompanying him."

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By the time they reached the Divine Temple, Ji Jingqiu still hadn't persuaded his grandfather, so he was ready to talk to Sir Zhuang for some words of wisdom.

The Divine Temple was essentially a store remodeled into a temple, located on a quieter street corner of the lower level, with mottled bluestone tiles on the floor and a faint incense scent filling the room.

Originally, it housed a deity statue in the main hall, but the first thing that came into view was a Mahjong table placed squarely in the middle, surrounded by several handcrafted rattan chairs, and then the Divine Temple itself.

Calling it a Divine Temple, it might be more accurately described as a seniors' card room.

Inside the temple, a spirited old man leaned back in a rattan chair, eyes slightly closed, with a young man practicing his stance in front of him.

Judging by the age, he seemed to be a few years older than Ji Jingqiu.

As soon as someone entered, the young man glanced at the old man in the rattan chair and, after receiving permission, put away his stance and walked over to the elder's side in a few steps.

He stood as straight as a pine tree, smiled warmly, with an elegant and rich demeanor.

"Sir Zhuang, a 40-buck travel group and you're going too?" Ji Jingqiu walked through the door with a disgruntled expression.

The old man in the rattan chair was taken aback, looked past Ji Jingqiu, and then seemed to realize something as his old friend approached,

"Hmm...it's a government subsidy from the Federation."

Ji Jingqiu said with resentment, "Even with a subsidy, can anything worth 40 bucks be any good? You two really aren't afraid of getting ripped off."

Zhuang Fusheng sneered, "Ripped off? If anyone ends up in trouble, it might not be us."

He patted the young man behind him, "Jing Qiu, come and meet him, this is my distant nephew, Xiao named Shanhe, visiting me recently. Get acquainted, and later when your grandfather and I travel, we'll have him escort us."

Xiao Shanhe smiled, cupped his fist and bowed to Ji Jingqiu, echoing the style of a wanderer in martial arts novels.

Ji Jingqiu mirrored his gesture and cupped his fist and bowed in return.

"Jing Qiu, it's been a while, go light some incense for the Divine Light in the inner room first." Zhuang Fusheng said seriously.

Ji Jingqiu responded and headed to the inner room to offer incense.

Sir Zhuang was his grandfather's card buddy and often brought Ji here when he was a kid.

At that time, the two old men tricked him into believing that sincere prayers to the God might get divine help and ward off diseases. For a while, he genuinely believed in the God.

But later it turned out, the God couldn't save him.

When Ji Jingqiu walked into the inner room, Xiao Shanhe beside him bent down and asked, "Master Zhuang, is this little brother my competitor?"

Zhuang Fusheng ignored him, gazing at the inner room, asked, "Jing Qiu started practicing martial arts? When did this happen? I wasn't gone for very long."

"Less than two months, he found a Martial Arts Hall on his own."

Suddenly Zhuang Fusheng's gaze sharpened, "The mysterious aura flowing around him broke the limit, and it's not just the first layer. To reach this level in two months? Also, I saw the divine light in his eyes; has he started with Spiritual Cultivation already?"

"Yes, my grandson." Ji Wumian replied casually, his tone relaxed but subtly crossing his hands behind.

Zhuang Fusheng glanced at him and turned back to look at Xiao Shanhe behind him, squinting his eyes, "Kid, I remember you were also called a Martial Arts prodigy a few years ago?"

Xiao Shanhe bowed slightly, "I passed the Group Stars standard two years ago."

"And now?"

"Now, I dare to contend even with Bright Moon."

Zhuang Fusheng nodded in satisfaction, then called out,

"Jing Qiu, once you finish paying your respects, come out, just a gesture will do.

I heard from Old Ji that you've recently started practicing martial arts, so let your Brother Xiao spar with you for a bit."