On the second day of rest, Qin Tiexin had just finished standing Mountain Stance in the patio of the small courtyard when someone knocked on the courtyard door.
He opened the door, and Lin Chuan stood outside the door, changed into a neat outfit, without a sword on his waist, and without any weapons in his hands. He bowed his hands and saluted, his attitude more relaxed than in the ring yesterday.
"Good morning, master. Lin came to bother you uninvited. I benefited a lot from yesterday's battle. Today I want to ask master for advice again. I don't use spiritual power, just fight with fists and kicks, is that okay?"
Qin Tiexin glanced at him. He didn't use spiritual power, just fighting with fists and kicks, which was pure hand-to-hand fighting. A sword cultivator from Foundation Establishment Late Stage took the initiative to give up his spiritual power advantage to fight with physical cultivators. He was either overconfident or well-prepared.
"Master Lin, please."
The two of them fought in the courtyard of the small courtyard. Qin Tiexin only used Arhat Fist and Prajna Palm. Lin Chuan used a set of boxing techniques that he had never seen before. The moves were simple and wide open and closed, but they were extremely skillful. They had definitely practiced for a long time, and the fight was quite effective.
It's just that every time Lin Chuan hits Qin Tiexin, he acts as if nothing is wrong. But on the other hand, once Qin Tiexin hits Lin Chuan head-on, it will make him grin for a while.
During the first two days of sparring, Lin Chuan still showed his academic habits from time to time. Before punching, he moved his shoulders half an inch, and then habitually paused after withdrawing his punches, as if waiting for the opponent to stop and readjust his posture. But starting from the third day, these traces were obviously reduced. Lin Chuan began to learn to use his shoulder to hit people while withdrawing his moves. He learned that after being approached by Qin Tiexin, he no longer instinctively retreated but instead went sideways and attacked from the side.
The two of them had been competing against each other in the courtyard for the past few days. Lin Chuan's speed and reaction were dominant, while Qin Tiexin's strength and hardness were dominant. They didn't take it seriously if they won, and they didn't care if they lost. After the fight, they sat down to drink water and chat.
On the afternoon of the third day, there was a knock on the courtyard door again.
Qin Tiexin opened the door, and Lin Wei stood at the door with his hands clasped together, looking dignified and well-behaved.
"Master, I'm here to ask you for Buddhist advice."
She was wearing a Supreme Splendor Academy hospital robe, her hair was rarely neatly combed, and the short sword at her waist was replaced with a rosary. She looked like a completely different person.
"Ms. Lin is polite, but the poor monk's Buddhist teachings are simple--"
"It's okay, just chat." Lin Wei had already squeezed into the courtyard from his side. His eyes paused on the collapsed blue brick in the center of the patio, then turned to look at him, "Master, please close the door first."
After the door was closed, Lin Wei put the rosary beads on the stone table. The two knives slipped out of his cuffs and fell into his palms. The light in his eyes instantly changed from dignified to predatory.
"Master, I didn't finish it before, so I'll make it up today."
Qin Tiexin knows that he can't hide today.
Lin Wei's playing style is completely different from Lin Chuan. She is small and incredibly fast. She swings her double swords like two overlapping pieces of moonlight, one slashing the front and one going around the side. There is almost no gap between the two swords. In the Supreme Splendor Academy's year-end competition, she has been able to reach the top ten every year with this move. Most of her opponents have been put on the neck before they can see the trajectory of her double swords.
Qin Tiexin took her first knife with one hand, and the golden energy on his fist was split into two pieces by the blade. Her second knife had already penetrated under his left rib. He turned sideways to avoid the vital point, and the blade struck the monk's robe on his back. A cut was made in the cloth, and the intact skin was exposed underneath, with only a thin white mark.
Lin Wei put away the knife and took half a step back. He lowered his head and looked at his knife, and then at the white mark on Qin Tiexin's back.
Although her sword was a result of sparring, Foundation Establishment Middle Stage's spiritual power and the sharp edge of the short knife would have at least caused blood for a physical practitioner of the same level. The monk in front of her didn't even break his skin.
"Are you too tough?" Lin Wei's voice was mixed with dissatisfaction and curiosity.
She attacked for three more rounds, with a very fast speed and a small body. In each round, she hit at least one knife on Qin Tiexin's body, on the left shoulder, right rib, and outer thigh. Each knife left only a white mark, and the deepest mark was only slightly red, and even Blood Bead did not seep out.
Lin Wei got more and more bored as she fought. She had a short knife with a ten-foot-long thin chain hidden in the handle, which could instantly turn the short knife into a medium-range attack method. She threw out the chain, and the short knife went behind Qin Tiexin to attack his blind spot, and the tip of the knife accurately poked the back of his neck.
Ding! The knife was knocked to the ground and returned the way it came.
Qin Tiexin turned to look at her, Lin Wei put the chain back into the handle of the knife, stood there and looked at the one-armed monk in front of him, the expression on his face became more and more depressed.
When Lin Wei stopped fighting for the next two days, she moved a bamboo stool and sat on the edge of the patio, watching Qin Tiexin and Lin Chuan compete, occasionally interjecting, and occasionally throwing pebbles at Qin Tiexin to disturb him, but it was of no use at all.
But Qin Tiexin also has his headaches.
When Lin Chuan wasn't boxing, he would sit by the stone table and drink tea. While drinking tea, he would always be asked questions that he didn't know how to answer.
"Master, I have a question. People enter Buddhism, either because they are tired of the world and avoid disaster, or because they sincerely seek to save all sentient beings. Between the two, which one is the true Buddha nature?"
Qin Tiexin The hand holding the tea cup paused for a moment, he put down the cup, his mind racing rapidly.
Mingjue is a real monk, and a real monk should be able to answer this question. But he is not a real monk, and he has never even read a complete Buddhist scripture. The only thing he can remember is that the "Amitabha Buddha" he recited before made him feel better, but can this be used as the answer?
"Both yes, none. Amitabha Buddha." Qin Tiexin finished speaking, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Lin Chuan was silent for two breaths and nodded thoughtfully. Qin Tiexin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and thought to himself that his two words, which were more mysterious than those of a fortune teller on the street, were actually fooled. He hoped that this young master Lin Household would not be led astray.
Another day later, Lin Chuan asked after finishing the boxing, "Master, if you see a hungry beast in the wild tearing down its prey, killing the beast or letting it survive, what is compassion?"
Qin Tiexin The veins on his forehead jumped. He picked up the iron rod from the corner of the patio and paused on the ground.
"Master Lin, do you want to fight today?"
"Hit."
"Just stop asking."
Every time Lin Chuan asked a similar question, Qin Tiexin fooled him with vague answers, or just started talking to divert his attention. However, Qin Tiexin noticed that his eyes were still thoughtful when he was sitting next to the stone table drinking tea. Qin Tiexin silently apologized to the eldest son in his heart. Lin Chuan's Buddhist cultivation was probably hopeless.
On the afternoon of the fifth day, Qin Tiexin and Lin Chuan both used weapons in their competition.
Qin Tiexin held the iron rod with one hand and performed a few moves according to the force-generating route of "Stone-Shattering Staff Technique". He took the time to practice this stick technique in the small courtyard for several days, and it had many similarities with Heavy Mountain Saber Technique's force-generating method., the same center of gravity sinks, the same three-section progressive force exerted by the waist, shoulders and arms, but the difference is that the stick method has the changes of rotation at both ends and the inertial connection during rotation. After a few moves, Lin Chuan's long sword hit the stick body with seven or eight sparks, and the two of them each took two steps back.
"Master's stick skills are improving very quickly." Lin Chuan sheathed his sword, picked up the teapot from the stone table and poured a cup for each of them.
"Master Lin accepts the offer."
Qin Tiexin picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The two of them have become familiar with each other in the past few days, and their names are no longer so polite. Qin Tiexin calls Lin Chuan "Brother Lin", and Lin Chuan calls Qin Tiexin "Senior Brother Ming".
"Senior Brother Ming, are you really not going to participate in this year's Star Selection?" Lin Chuan put down the tea cup and sounded much more serious than before.
Qin Tiexin shook his head. Lin Chuan has said the same thing over and over again no less than five times in the past few days.
"The poor monk will not participate."
"This opportunity cannot be missed. The third round of the five rounds of tests is a practical exercise and requires team formation. Many Rogue Cultivator have been in contact since last year in order to find suitable teammates. If you decide now, you still have time to sign up." Lin Chuan pushed the teapot in front of Qin Tiexin, "There are still quotas recommended by my Marquis, and I can guarantee that you will skip the preliminary election and go directly to the third round--"
"Brother Lin's good intentions are appreciated by the poor monk." Qin Tiexin Put up a palm with one hand, "Monks don't like to appear in public."
These words made him laugh in his heart.
Lin Chuan looked at him, took a few breaths, and finally sighed. "That's okay. Since Senior Brother Ming has made up his mind, I won't force it."
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then added, "The registration deadline is half a month away. After that day, Senior Brother Ming can't apply even if he wants to."
"Then I wish Brother Lin good results."
Lin Chuan nodded, drank the tea in the cup, and stood up. Today is the fifth day, and it is also the last day of rest. The rest is over, and it is time for him to go back to the Supreme Splendor Academy.
He straightened his clothes and saluted Qin Tiexin solemnly.
"There has been a lot of trouble these days. Senior Brother Ming's Buddhist martial arts are rare and superb, and Lin has benefited a lot. If senior brother has any inconvenience at Ten Thousand Stars City in the future, just tell Lin Household."
Qin Tiexin returned the favor with one hand raised.
At this moment, there was a series of knocks at the courtyard door.
Lin Chuan opened the door and saw a servant standing outside the door in a panic, with a face full of anxiety. He relaxed a little when he saw Lin Chuan come out, but he could still see the panic in his eyes.
"Young master! It's not good!"
Lin Chuan frowned. This boy has been at Lin Residence for almost five years. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have such an expression. Why is he so flustered today? Could it be that something big happened?
"Speak slowly."
The boy gasped twice, his voice low and urgent.
"My eldest son, Xiao Household, the second lady is here. She has already entered the main hall, and the Marquis and his wife are greeting you."