Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 8 The Delicious Taste of Humanity

"Thank you, sir." Lin Qing accepted the gift, bowed deeply, and said, "If I achieve my goals in the future, I will repay this kindness tenfold."

"You've got guts. Go ahead, show some spirit. Jiang Baihe's trying to push someone in, but I'll ruin his plans." Shen Lian waved her hand.

"Yes, sir."

Lin Qing turned and left.

After stepping outside, he took a deep breath, vaguely sensing that he had been drawn into a factional conflict.

Wherever there are people, there is a world of its own; wherever there is a world of its own, there is conflict. This is true in any era and in any place.

But Lin Qing also understood that he had no choice. Jiang Baihe had blocked the road first, so he had no choice but to side with the opposing side, Shen Lian.

He didn't care what would happen in the future; his priority right now was to secure the position of corpse collector.

the next morning.

After finishing breakfast, Lin Qing found a quiet corner by himself, took out the martial arts notes from his pocket, and began to read them carefully.

This book does indeed contain a wealth of insights and experiences, covering everything from beginner to advanced levels. It's like having a master provide one-on-one guidance, which will greatly accelerate your learning speed.

The experience of reaching the state of perfection, especially, was of particular value to Lin Qing.

He read very quickly, and in no time he had flipped through it from beginning to end.

He closed the book, his brow furrowing slightly: "Without eating meat, you simply can't train."

The book says that one must study and practice diligently for six hours every day, eat meat at every meal, and nourish oneself daily in order to succeed in the training.

Without the latter two, arduous training is tantamount to suicide.

"I need to eat meat," Lin Qing thought urgently.

He suddenly recalled yesterday, when he had a close conversation with Shen Lian and saw a row of bright red spots on Shen Lian's fair arm.

"Could it be a snake coiled around the waist?"

Lin Qing pondered that this disease was unique to Sichuan. The red spots would spread across the body, and every time it happened at night or in windy or rainy weather, it felt like being pricked by needles. The key problem was that it was extremely difficult to cure.

"I wonder if the Chen family's medical skills have any way to treat shingles. This disease is considered a difficult and complicated disease in Sichuan. Chen Qingyuan must have seen it before."

Lin Qing pondered for a moment, then with a sudden thought, he replaced Xiao Cheng's Eight-Strike Spirit Snake with Chen's Secret Medical Records.

In an instant.

A flood of information rushed into Lin Qing's mind, and various medical techniques were forcibly injected into his brain, causing him to suddenly feel dizzy and lightheaded.

It took him a while to recover, and he closed his eyes slightly to continue processing the massive amount of information.

A short while later, Lin Qing opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashing in them.

"Indeed, the Chen family's medical skills have a unique secret formula that can cure shingles."

Lin Qing got up and went straight to Shen Lian's room, where he gently knocked on the door.

Squeak!

Shen Lian opened the door, a faint smile on her face: "Lin Qing, what brings you here so early in the morning?"

"Lord Shen, I see red spots on your arm. Could it be shingles?" Lin Qing bowed and whispered.

"Oh? You mean this? It's been going on for years, it's incredibly annoying." Shen Lian frowned.

"When a snake coils around the waist, red spots appear on the waist and gradually spread to the limbs, eventually spreading to the whole body. If it is not eradicated, it can even take a person's life. Sir, if you trust me, I can give it a try," Lin Qing said again.

"You, a teenager, know medicine? Don't make me laugh. I've searched all the doctors in the county, but they're all useless and can't cure me." Shen Lian waved her hand with a smile.

"Sir, I have some medical knowledge. Since your illness has been dragging on anyway, why don't you let me give it a try?" Lin Qing said again.

Shen Lian pondered for a moment, then raised an eyebrow: "Medicine can't be taken indiscriminately. If you want to try, I'll give you a chance. If you cure me well, there will be a reward, but if you make a mistake, there will be a severe punishment. Do you dare to accept?"

"I dare!" Lin Qing said decisively.

"Alright, how do we treat it?"

"Bring me paper and pen."

The two entered the room, and Shen Lian brought out paper and pen. Lin Qing picked up the pen and quickly wrote down a prescription on the paper.

"My lord, quickly send someone to fetch the medicine. Boil it into a soup, and don't waste the dregs. Grind them into powder and apply them to the red spots. You'll see results that very night."

Shen Lian looked surprised. She glanced at the prescription, which looked quite professional.

"I'll give it a try tonight."

...

That night.

Shen Lian lay on the bed, her waist, hips, and arms covered with white cloths containing a layer of medicinal residue.

In the past, she would always feel a pricking sensation at this time, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

But at this moment, she felt a warm sensation, without any discomfort.

She yawned and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Shen Lian got up feeling refreshed.

It has been six years since I contracted shingles, and I have never had a good night's sleep.

"Lin Qing, come here!"

Shen Lian opened the door and called out to the courtyard. Lin Qing put down his chopsticks and quickly went inside, feeling quite uneasy.

"Indeed, I slept very soundly last night. I never imagined that so many old doctors in the county couldn't compare to a young man like you." Shen Lian smiled brightly.

"I once read a medical book that recorded a folk remedy for treating shingles, and I never expected it to actually work," Lin Qing casually offered as an excuse.

"I don't care where this prescription comes from, as long as it works. I'm asking you, how long will it take to cure it completely?" Shen Lian said calmly.

"One year."

"A year? I can wait. Tell me, what do you want?" Shen Lian asked.

"I have been training hard for many days and feel physically exhausted. I beg you, sir, to give me a full meal." Lin Qing cupped his hands in greeting.

"No problem, I'll get your body back to normal in less than a month," Shen Lian said with a smile.

Just then, someone brought in food, and a delicious aroma wafted over.

Lin Qing glanced at it, his tongue drooling. Steamed buns, pork, and egg drop soup—it smelled so good!

"Take whatever you want to eat. Starting tomorrow, your daily meals will be the same as mine. As long as you can cure my illness, a little food and drink is nothing," Shen Lian said with a smile.

"Thank you, sir."

Lin Qing didn't hesitate either. He couldn't stand it anymore. He picked up a large piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. He also took several big bites of white steamed buns, chewing them carefully. The aroma lingered on his lips and teeth. He felt that this was the most delicious thing in the world.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Qing had devoured the entire table of food.

After eating, he felt warm all over and had an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

...

For the next few days, Lin Qing had meat with every meal, making everyone else in the ward extremely envious.

This even led to rumors that Lin Qing and Shen Lian were having an affair.

Lin Qing didn't care at all. He only knew that after eating his fill, even if he trained hard all day, he wouldn't feel too tired.

Only then did Lin Qing's life get back on track. He practiced martial arts diligently every day, and his martial arts skills improved rapidly.

...

This day.

outer city.

Changping Street intersection.

There is a small grocery store here, run by Mr. and Mrs. Lin Cheng, which has been operating for eight years.

The shop has a front store and a back yard. The store is filled with a large number of restored old items, while the yard is quite messy and piled with various sundries.

Early in the morning, Lin Cheng drove his oxcart to the gate of the courtyard. This old yellow ox was one of the most valuable things in the Lin family.

The vehicle was piled with a lot of miscellaneous items, mostly broken parts, and a small number of old antiques of unknown origin and value.

Lin Cheng carried these odds and ends into the yard one by one. Han Ying heard the noise and went out. She glanced around and saw Lin Cheng carrying a Buddha statue. It had three faces and eight arms, was half a person tall, and had a dark sheen. It looked very sturdy.

"What are you dumping into the store every day?" Han Ying couldn't help but mutter.

"I didn't buy this. I fished it out of a stinky ditch. It looked pretty unusual, so I brought it back with me," Lin Cheng said with a smile.

"No wonder it smells like that, let's leave it here for now," Han Ying said.