I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 69: 【063】Mysterious Person

On the ring road, the Ninja 650 with light green paint zoomed fast, weaving deftly between the traffic.

After crossing the bridge leading to Banping Mountain and reaching the first fishing village, Wang Longhu stopped his motorcycle and waited by the roadside for the two big monks who hadn’t caught up yet.

After a while, Hong Wentai leisurely arrived driving his electric tricycle. He saw Wang Longhu by the road, jumped off, and touched his bald head with some melancholy: "I wonder if that couple moved away after all these years. If they did, it’ll be a hassle—Dong County’s regular population might only be a hundred thousand, but searching household by household would be like finding a needle in a haystack."

"Master Yan Jie really has nothing better to do, idle to the point of pain, hiding those statues instead of handing them over to the Martial Arts Association. I really don’t understand what he’s thinking, and now he has us over here searching." After parking his tricycle, Hong Wentai stretched his muscles and impatiently complained.

"So what do we do now? Should we start questioning each household in this fishing village? Did Master Yan Jie ever tell you the last name of the couple who moved the Buddha statues or where they live?" Wang Longhu asked the big monk.

"Master Yan Jie isn’t aware of this either since there were many eyes watching him secretly at the time. If he came to Jiuchai Village, it would expose the secret of the statues being hidden here. He only heard that the place where he hid the statues years ago caught fire and the statues were moved away."

Hong Wentai sighed with a constipated expression: "Really making troubles out of nothing, should’ve handed them over to the Martial Arts Association long ago. This old monk is really stubborn like a mule, hiding with the statues in Dong County for so many years without fleeing for safety."

"Maybe Master Yan Jie has his own difficulties. Stop chatting, let’s take action. The sooner we investigate, the sooner we finish." The big monk clapped his hands and headed towards the fishing village.

This fishing village stretches long along the coastline, so Wang Longhu and the two of them split up to inquire house by house.

Walking on the asphalt road, there was the sea right below the fence on the right. Many fishing boats were anchored by the roadside due to the impending typhoon, imbuing the scene with an island atmosphere when seen in one glance.

"Hey handsome, want some food?"

As Wang Longhu passed by a residential house turned restaurant, a woman with a perm enthusiastically emerged and asked.

Here in the fishing village of Banping Mountain, any household by the roadside would typically convert the first floor into a restaurant to entertain visitors during holidays and make some extra money.

"Auntie, I’m not here to eat, just to inquire about something." Wang Longhu immediately spoke fluently in the local dialect, ending the topic from a local’s identity angle.

"What is it?" The woman looked confused.

"Didn’t you have a temple here before? Later, it got struck by lightning, caught fire. I’ve heard someone took the temple’s belongings home, is it true?" asked Wang Longhu.

While speaking, he stepped into the woman’s home and grabbed a drink from the fridge in the first-floor.

Seeing Wang Longhu’s tendency to consume, the woman’s enthusiasm was instantly ignited, nodding eagerly: "Yes, yes, that temple was unmanaged. We voluntarily cleaned and offered incense there annually.

The fire back then was quite fierce, and someone took the incense ceremony items, someone took the cushions, and someone carried away the Buddha statues..."

"Hey! Auntie, do you know who took the Buddha statues and does he still live in Jiuchai Village?" He never expected to get key information so easily, so Wang Longhu quickly interrupted her, interjecting his question.

"Yup, you mean Old Ye’s family. We are in village one of Banping Mountain. His house is at the very end of the village, next to the mountain. It’s easy to find." The woman nodded.

"Thanks, Auntie." Wang Longhu quickly took out his phone to scan and pay, sidestepping and rushing out.

But as he stepped out, he heard the woman’s mumbling whispers behind.

"What’s up today? More people looking for Old Ye, is something going on?"

Though her voice was light, Wang Longhu’s sharp ears caught it clearly. His heart suddenly thumped, as if struck by a mighty blow, skipping a beat.

Had someone else come looking for the statues before him?

Wang Longhu had no time to think, accelerating with utmost speed toward the end of village one of Banping Mountain.

At full run, Wang Longhu leapt four or five meters and sprang upon landing, gaining speed with each bounce. Within minutes, he reached the outskirts of the village.

There was just a fairly shabby two-story small building, easy to recognize. Seeing the front door wide open, Wang Longhu immediately sensed something wrong and dashed in.

As he entered, he saw the room cluttered with overturned furniture and scattered items, even the kitchen utensils were shattered on the ground, clearly the aftermath of a recent malicious vandalism.

Wang Longhu planned to check upstairs when suddenly he heard faint movements from the second floor. Without any hesitation, he rushed up, arriving to see a room with the light on.

A guy wearing a windbreaker with his face hidden under a hood and mask was taking a pair of exquisite Buddha statues from a spiritual altar in the room.

One was a pure white Bodhisattva Guanyin figure, and the other was a golden Tathagata Buddha statue.

Beside the altar, an elderly man was lying on the ground, covering a bleeding forehead, weakly murmuring; evidently, the house owner.

"Stop!" Wang Longhu shouted, rushing forward, throwing a punch at the man.

The masked man’s eyes flashed with cold lights, holding a statue in each hand, his left leg snapped like a fast whip, sweeping sideways at Wang Longhu’s chest.

There’s an old saying: ’Punches are two doors, all rely on the feet to hit,’ reflecting the geographic diversity of our land, thus evolving into the Northern Leg and Southern Fist sects.

The Northern Leg sect believes in the legs’ power over fists; if used skillfully, they could cause significant damage. However, focusing only on leg attacks leaves gaps in defense, requiring fists to shield. The two fists are like doors blocking blows, relying on legs to hit.

The Southern Fist sect argues that punch power isn’t merely arm-generated force but combines leg, waist, shoulder, and hand strength.

As the saying goes, unstable footing means erratic punches, slow steps mean sluggish punches; proper punching emphasizes a solid stance, not just the punch itself.

Thus, Northern styles favor leg techniques, while Southern ones incline toward boxing.

Nonetheless, kicks undeniably have longer reach than punches, offering greater impact, allowing you to hit your opponent sooner and incapacitate them with a single blow.

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