Chapter 303 Meeting Yilin Again
Chapter 303 Meeting Yilin Again
Beside the official road in the north of Hengyang City, there is a pavilion with fragrant grass.
The sky was overcast, the grass was green, and people were walking on the official road.
There were two people and a horse outside the pavilion. The drizzle was like needles, which did not hurt or itch the body, but just made people feel a little sad. After searching all the taverns and brothels in Hengyang City, there was still no trace of Qu Yang. Seeing that the day of his retirement meeting was approaching, Zhang Yu could only go to Hengshan City!
"It turns out that the adults have already made arrangements."
"Things in this world often fail because they are not kept secret."
"Compared to me, do you trust Zhao Changfeng more?"
Zhang Yu shook his head.
Du Xiaochai asked: "Isn't it?"
"Xiao Chai, your friendship with Master Qu is very deep, but in the martial arts world, excessive affection and too deep a bond are often natural weaknesses."
Du Xiaochai found it strange. How old was he? What had he been through? This sigh made him seem like an elder.
She suddenly asked, "Don't you have any weaknesses, sir?"
Zhang Yu said nothing, looking at the lush grass outside the pavilion and the white horse that was grazing on the grass.
"The Jade Lion of Zhaoye can wade through water and cross mountains as if walking on flat ground, and can travel 500 miles a day. After you deliver this letter, you don't have to rush to Hengshan City."
"Your Excellency intends to go to the dangerous place alone?"
"It's not that dangerous. Even if it's really a tiger's den, there's no room for two tigers in one mountain. Those orthodox people in the city are fighting openly and secretly, each with their own ulterior motives. They are not much better than the Sun and Moon Divine Sect. How can they be united as one?"
Zhang Yu looked at the mysterious sword box in the pavilion. He had been too hasty in maintaining the swords these days, and three of the six domestic swords were destroyed. Only the "Yellow Python", "Black Pig" and "White Owl" were left. All of them were put into the box. With the nourishment of Bei Ming's true energy day and night, the sword box, which originally weighed more than 400 kilograms, quickly became heavier by more than 100 kilograms.
Add the life and death talisman.
"With these two things as support, I can put on a battle of wits in Hengshan City."
Du Xiaochai asked: "What is a battle of wits? Is it a piece of music?"
“It’s a tune.”
Du Xiaochai looked at him and said with a smile, "Your Excellency is not only an excellent flute player, but can also sing little songs. After I deliver the letter, I must hurry to Hengshan as soon as possible to listen to your songs."
She walked out of the Fangcao Pavilion, turned over, sat on the Zhaoye Jade Lion, and rode away.
"The storm is coming, the wind is blowing in the building, the dark clouds are pressing down on the city."
Zhang Yu sat in the pavilion for a while, looked at the sky, and sighed softly. Obviously, he was not as relaxed as he appeared in front of Du Xiaochai. He picked up the black bag and stood up to go north.
"Namo Amitabha Night... Duotagadu Night..."
A yellow rabbit died on the official road, its belly swollen as if it was pregnant.
His neck was crushed into minced meat, and blood was still oozing from the corners of his mouth. There was a bloody wheel track in the middle of the road, probably because he had difficulty crossing the road and hit the wheels of a speeding carriage.
"Ami Lidu Pobi..."
The group of nuns in plain clothes stopped, clasped their hands together, bowed their heads and chanted the mantra of rebirth several times, then continued to move forward. They wore straw hats, carried packages on their backs, and never let go of their swords. Although they were nuns, they had a strong temperament and were inviolable. They were the only disciples of Baiyun Temple in Hengshan in the world.
"Junior Sister Yiqing, did you lose something?"
The nun in the lead was broad-shouldered, with a thick waist, a square nose and mouth, and showed a bit of rudeness even without saying a word. She was Yihe, the eldest disciple of Hengshan School. She saw the tall and thin nun next to her looking at the back of the man in black robe in front of her from time to time, and then looking at the ground with a thoughtful look. Even her junior sister Yilin followed her to look at the man, so she was worried that they would ruin their practice and have worldly thoughts, so she could only remind them in this tactful way.
"Big sister, look!" Yihe said unhappily, "What do you want me to see?"
Yiqing was a meticulous person. He pointed at the official who had just walked through the rain and said, "That man is very strange. He walked very briskly, but the footprints he left behind were sunken three inches deep, and each one was the same."
Yihe felt relieved and said with a smile, "What's so strange about this? There are many masters in the martial arts world, and there are also many strange people in the South. He must have practiced advanced Qinggong. However, my Hengshan School has its own advanced martial arts, and it is not worse than anyone else. As long as he doesn't come to provoke us, it has nothing to do with us."
Yiqing looked at the man's back which was gradually covered by the drizzle, and thought to himself, if he had practiced advanced Qinggong, not only would he not leave any footprints in the snow, but he should not have left such deep footprints in the mud. If he did not have Qinggong, he would not have walked so fast, and the distance between each step would have been so identical.
"When we get to Hengshan City, we must ask Master how there is such a master of strange Qinggong in the world."
Yihe looked at the little nun walking in the middle and asked with a smile, "Yilin, are you also watching that person's Qinggong?"
The little nun thought about it and shook her head slightly.
Yihe frowned slightly: "Then what are you looking at?"
"Big sister, he... he is the one who donated thirty taels of silver to buy the spiritual turtle by the Xiangjiang River."
"So it's him. If that's the case, he really is a kind person."
"I want to give the beads back to him."
Yihe nodded and said, "That's right. Monks should not covet rare things. Moreover, the other party is kind-hearted, so we should return this blessing to him to demonstrate the Buddhist doctrine of cause and effect."
"But……"
When Yi Lin looked again, the man's figure had disappeared in the misty rain and green mountains.
Yi Qing smiled and said, "Junior Sister Yi Lin, don't worry. This road leads to Hengshan County. If we are destined to meet, we will meet again on the road. It won't be too late to settle this cause and effect then."
Yi Lin nodded slightly, retracted her gaze, and touched the spirit bead in her sleeve pocket.
The endless green hills and towering ridges seem to correspond to the stars in the sky. In front of the natural universe, human beings are as insignificant as a drop in the ocean. Those who think they have explored the ultimate truth of heaven and earth are actually just picking up a grain of sand on the beach.
Zhang Yu had very strong speed and did not need to use his inner strength to activate his lightness skills. He walked more than thirty miles in half an hour. Going further, the official road turned into a rugged mountain road. Dark clouds suddenly gathered, and the sky in the mountains changed suddenly. Heavy rain was about to fall.
“Is there a temple ahead?”
The gate was wide open, with couplets on both sides, 'Follow the path, but make an effort halfway; the heart of the journey is not far away, so don't hesitate to climb to the top'. Zhang Yu read it over and stepped over the threshold. The deity enshrined here is called 'Lord Huoshan'. Although it is located in the wilderness, the statue and altar are relatively clean, and it is obvious that someone comes to clean and look after them regularly.
"There are many temples and shrines in Hengyue, which can be seen everywhere, which is very convenient for people who travel far away."
Zhang Yu brought a bundle of firewood and threw it into the iron stove.
Just as the fire was lit, heavy rain suddenly poured down outside the temple.
"Crash..."
After a moment, voices came through the noisy rain.
"Big sister, there is a place to shelter from the rain ahead."
"It seems that the gods worshipped are Taoist gods?"
"That's fine. Three sticks of incense can help you avoid a rain. Buddhist disciples are free from all worries. There is no need for so many sectarian views. Taoist Master Chongxu from Wudang Sect often stays at Shaolin Temple."
"Junior Sister Yiqing is right! Let's take a rest and then leave. This place is not far from Hengshan City. We will be able to arrive before dark."
Just as Zhang Yucai put on his dried robe, he saw twelve or thirteen bald nuns walking into the temple.
(End of this chapter)