Xiaobai had been lying at home for a week, eating instant noodles for a week, and his mood was very depressed. Now he couldn't even carry a gas tank up the stairs. He had a sense of resentment in his heart, but didn't know who to blame. Lying on the bed, thinking wildly - if he were that kind of hero, how would he help the weak and overthrow the strong? Suddenly, he thought of Qingchen, remembered the aura left by Qingchen in this room, and also remembered the Heart-God Unification technique taught by Qingchen.
He suddenly jumped up from the bed, patted his own forehead and muttered to himself: "What's the big deal! It's not like I lost my job or became disabled. I didn't have a job in the first place, and I never fought with anyone anyway. At worst, at worst... at worst, I'll just go beg on the streets!"
Bai Shaofeng didn't go out to beg for food, even if he really joined the beggars, it would have to wait three months later. During this period of time, he began to practice the "fitness" kung fu that Qingchen taught him. This kung fu was very complicated, and at the time, Qingchen explained it for half a night, convinced that he had understood and remembered it before stopping. This method is divided into two sets: dynamic and static. The static work is very strange, which is to sit quietly, calm the mind, and retreat from the world, requiring a kind of strange static state. Qingchen described this static state as: listening without sound, seeing without objects, touching without limbs, sitting forgetting form, returning with knowledge.
The young white now has great ambitions, with a grand ideal of going out to beg for food. The absurd thoughts in his mind are not too many, and according to Qingchen's method of adjusting his breath, body, and mind, he sits idly at home every day. After a week, he actually gained something. Qingchen said that some people can't enter the door all their lives, but others can quickly understand where the entrance is. Obviously, Xiaobai belongs to the latter. When he truly felt the feeling described by Qingchen, he found that everything was exactly the opposite.
He sat quietly and listened to the sounds, hearing his own heartbeat, breathing, blood flowing, and even the faintest sounds of intestinal movements. His vision also had objects, closing his eyes he saw a weak light in front of him in the darkness. He felt sensations in his limbs, able to perceive everything happening within his body, relying solely on his mind rather than perception. His posture was relaxed, feeling his physical form in an extremely relaxed and clear state. He had never been able to clearly sense his own body like this before, forgetting the existence of everything outside. After reaching this state, he began to practice a set of mental exercises taught by Qingchen, using the method of circulating Qi throughout his body.
Having cultivated his internal energy to this point, he can now go on to learn the external exercises. The set of exercises looks like a style of boxing or a set of gymnastics. However, in practicing these movements, he needs to use an unusual, seemingly mentally-controlled, invisible force obtained from sitting meditation to coordinate with these movements. At first, this force is very weak, just like Xiaobai doing gymnastics by himself. Later on, this force becomes stronger and stronger, making it more and more difficult for him to complete the set of exercises. Every move he makes is as if being hindered by a thick, viscous air.
Xiao Bai didn't understand anything about martial arts, internal energy, cultivation, and vital energy. He only knew to follow the method taught by Qing Chen, and indeed, strange effects appeared. One day, while practicing qigong, the resistance to his power disappeared, as if it had melted into his body. It seemed that he could naturally complete a set of qigong exercises with ease, without intentionally making any movements, but rather his body moved in accordance with his will.
That night, while he was practicing meditation, a pair of eyes that didn't exist before suddenly appeared in his body. He could "see" the skeleton and muscles inside his body. To be precise, it wasn't sight, but rather a kind of "spiritual awareness" that truly sensed his own body, allowing him to control it with his thoughts. This was what Qingchen called "union of form and spirit". And on this day, exactly three months had passed since he began practicing the method left behind by Qingchen, which was also the day he planned to go out and beg for food.
The living allowance for laid-off workers is only 800 yuan per month, while his rent alone costs 600 yuan. The remaining 200 yuan can barely cover the cost of steamed buns and salted vegetables, not even enough to pay for utilities. For three months, he has been indulging in "self-cultivation" without looking for a job. When he finally realizes that he is completely broke, another idea pops into his head - he can become a thief!
Has Xiao Bai become a master like Qing Chen? Of course not! He is still an ordinary person, but compared to before, he has changed a bit. He found that his movements can keep up with his eyesight, and accurately speaking, they can work well with his thoughts. There's only one regret, which is that his right hand and left leg are still the same as before, unable to sense or move in sync. But having just one left hand was enough, he had the confidence to quickly snatch a wallet from someone's pocket without them noticing.
This afternoon, Xiaobai took a bath and changed into a clean set of clothes. He grabbed several copies of his resume and headed out the door. Becoming a beggar or a thief was just something he thought about in his heart, like those daydreams he usually had, but he wouldn't actually do it. The most pressing matter was still to find a proper job so that he could pay next month's rent. He only had over 150 yuan left in his pocket, which he brought with him, planning to comfort himself by eating a big bowl of noodles today, which would be a good omen.
Eight yuan a bowl of big meat noodles was eaten, but after a day's work in the talent market, there was no result. Many recruitment units left his resume, but looking at the person who received the resume with a careless attitude, Xiaobai suspected that his resume would be thrown directly into the paper shredder. From the talent market to where he lived, he had to take bus No. 5 to the train station and then transfer to bus No. 19 to go home. He caught up with the rush hour, the people on the bus were very crowded, like a can of sardines that was packed full, but he found a group of real thieves.
There were three thieves in total, a young woman who deliberately squeezed and rubbed against the passengers who had just boarded the bus, another short guy who took advantage of the situation to steal from the crowd, with a large pair of pliers hidden in his sleeve. And there was another accomplice who received the stolen goods. The bus was very crowded, and the three thieves were busy, reaping a considerable harvest on this trip. They thought they were being stealthy, but Xiaobai had seen them. Xiaobai became interested and didn't hurry to go home, instead mixing in with the crowd on the No. 5 bus for several trips, passing through the entire rush hour period.
The three thieves had a good harvest today, but when they counted their loot in a quiet place after work, they were shocked to find that all the things they had stolen had disappeared! Had they encountered an expert or had they run into ghosts? There shouldn't be such an expert in the world, and even the ancestor of thieves couldn't do it. They must have run into evil spirits! When they returned to their hideout at night with nothing, they were scolded by the leader who was supposed to divide the spoils, and the two male thieves were also beaten. The three thieves quickly went to burn incense and worship the god of wealth, not knowing which powerful person they had offended?
This great man was none other than Bai Shaofeng. He discovered the pickpocket on the bus and initially thought it would be interesting to observe his techniques. Later, he felt that just watching wasn't enough, so he couldn't just stand by and let the thief steal things for nothing. So, one by one, he quietly stole back the items the thief had stolen. After stealing them back, he felt a little guilty, so he secretly returned these items to their rightful owners. As a result, every time the pickpocket stole something, Bai would steal it back, and in the end, it was all for nothing. The busy office workers rushing home after work didn't know that their phones, wallets, and other belongings had taken a trip outside today.
Bai Shaofeng felt somewhat pleased, as his actual actions proved that he was much stronger than the average thief, equivalent to a master thief. At the same time, he also felt some regret, not leaving a single penny for himself and even losing eight yuan on the bus ticket, why didn't he think of doing good deeds and earning some money? More importantly, he suddenly gained confidence, although he still had no job or money, but he was no longer afraid of what the future held.
