Chapter 304 Returning the Pearl to the Lord
Chapter 304 Returning the Pearl to the Lord (Not in good condition, a little watery, posted first and revised later)
Yihe led a dozen of her fellow apprentice sisters into the 'Huo Shanjun' temple, only to see someone already in the temple, lighting a fire. It was a young man. She felt embarrassed and looked back at her fellow apprentice sisters who were curious about everything.
"Why don't we continue on our way? Anyway, we have a bamboo hat, which can keep out the rain to some extent."
She had a rough temperament and extraordinary strength. She had been traveling around the world for a long time and had seen all kinds of monsters and demons. She was not worried, but many of the young sisters behind her were leaving Hengshan for the first time to go out for training, so she had to be extra careful.
"Big sister, he is the donor that Junior Sister Yi Lin mentioned."
Yiqing reminded softly from the side.
Yihe looked back and saw Junior Sister Yilin nodded quickly, and he felt a little relieved.
"I am a poor nun of the Hengshan sect. I am honored to be your donor."
Yihe stepped forward to greet.
"We are all disciples of the Hengshan Sect. We encountered rain on the road and would like to borrow a roof to shelter. Please forgive us if we have disturbed you."
"I am also here to take shelter from the rain. I am not the owner of this temple. Please do as you please."
Zhang Yu put down the cowhide sword map in his hand, looked at the nun in front of him, clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and lowered his shoulders. This is not only the etiquette of strangers meeting each other in the martial arts world, but also the ability to raise his palms to attack or defend at any time, which shows that this person is on guard.
Before, it was the Qingcheng Sect and the Huashan Sect, and now it was the Hengshan Sect. He knew a few of the elites of the younger generation of the orthodox sect. Generally speaking, they were the best in the martial arts world. However, except for one outlier, Linghu Chong, he had not seen anyone with particularly amazing martial arts skills.
Compared with the previous generations of martial arts masters such as Feng Qingyang, Fang Zheng, Chongxu, Ren Woxing, and the up-and-coming Dongfang Bubai, there are not many who can show off their talents in the new generation. No wonder some people lament that the martial arts world is not doing well and there is a lack of successors.
"Thank you, donor."
Yihe asked her fellow apprentice sisters to sit down on the left side of the temple. She walked to the side room and found an iron stove and two bundles of wood. These two things together weighed at least 150 to 160 kilograms. She was naturally strong and moved them without any problem.
"What a strong nun!"
Zhang Yu glanced at Yihe and saw that her breathing was steady and she obviously had a lot of strength left. Her muscles and bones were solid, and she must have practiced horizontal training. She was carrying a 400-jin Xuanqi sword box on her back. At the moment, it only contained three hidden swords, which was enough to support her. But if there were twelve swords in the box, after it was filled with true energy, the weight would probably be close to a thousand jin.
"It seems that I should also find a martial art to strengthen my body. However, this kind of external skill, if it is ordinary, even if it is derived from the Shaolin unique skills of 'Small Iron Shirt' and 'Small Diamond Cover', it will greatly harm the body after practicing it to the later stage. As for advanced body-building skills, it is not easier to obtain than the top-level internal skills. It is a difficult task that cannot be rushed."
Zhang Yu thought to himself.
"Big sister, we are here to help you."
When several young nuns from the Hengshan Sect saw Yihe moving so many things, they quickly stood up and wanted to go forward to help, but they were all stopped.
"No need, Yiqing, just calculate the amount of firewood we use, convert it into incense money according to the market price, and put it in the merit box."
Yihe put the iron stove and firewood on the ground. She glanced at the man who was looking down at something, and a hint of pride appeared in her eyes.
"Master sister is so amazing!"
The Hengshan School disciples clapped their hands and cheered, getting along harmoniously with each other and expressing their true feelings, which made people envy them very much.
"Master sister is as strong as an ox..."
Yihe was already twelve years old when she was sent to Buddhism. At that time, she could work hard like a man and could do any hard work. However, because she had a younger brother, her family thought she had a big appetite, so she was sent to Baiyun Temple. This was also an obsession in her heart. Whenever she met a man, she wanted to compete with him. Because of her rough temperament and her temper, she was not liked by her fellow disciples. Even the young disciples of the other four sects privately called her "evil nun".
"The Hengshan Sect's three leaders have high martial arts skills, but few of their disciples are outstanding. However, the master's foresight and the fellow disciples' friendship and solidarity are admirable."
Zhang Yu turned over a page of the cowhide book. He was experienced in the martial arts world and had extraordinary six senses. He noticed that Yihe deliberately passed by him, as if she was a little wary. Her love for her fellow sisters was obvious, which he quite appreciated. Among the Five Mountains Sword Sects, although the Hengshan School was led by women and monks, they were very loyal to each other. At the most critical moment, there was no scandal of fratricide or estrangement between master and apprentice.
"There is a saying in the play: It is better to learn from the three sworn brothers in Peach Garden than to follow the one stick of incense in Wagang."
"Among the Five Mountains Sword Sects, the Huashan Sect, Taishan Sect, and Hengshan Sect all have many internal divisions and conflicts among their fellow disciples. The Songshan Sect had Zuo Lengchan, who used his martial arts and political skills to control the sect, but once he fell, the sect and the masters they recruited all scattered."
"The one that was able to escape the disaster of extinction in the end was actually the Hengshan Sect, which was the weakest at the beginning."
The Hengshan Sect members quickly started a fire. It was June, and although it had been raining for a long time, it was not cold. It was just that the humidity was too high, and their bodies felt sticky, which was made even more uncomfortable by the rain.
They gathered around the fire to dry their rain-soaked clothes.
Yihe took the opportunity to pass on her experience to her junior sisters: "When traveling in the martial world, whether it is monks or Taoists, temples are all open to all directions. There is nothing wrong with using materials, but you must not be short of worldly wisdom and be looked down upon by fellow disciples and outsiders."
"Don't worry, Senior Sister. We will remember this."
After a while, everyone dried their clothes and the rain outside subsided.
"Excuse me, benefactor."
Yiqing brought the little nun in white clothes to Zhang Yu's side.
Zhang Yu took a look and recognized the little nun who saved Ling Yuan by the Xiangjiang River that day. Since she was from the Hengshan School, judging from her age and appearance, she should be Yi Lin. This girl's life story was very strange. He smiled and asked, "What else do you want?"
Yi Qing said, "Junior Sister Yi Lin, why don't you speak?"
Yi Lin didn't know what to say. She glanced at the young man, took the thing out of her sleeve and handed it to him.
"what is this?"
Zhang Yu looked up and saw a bead the size of a lychee, with a light golden luster, lying in the little nun's snow-white palm. Although he didn't pay much attention to gold and silver treasures, he knew at a glance that this thing was extremely precious. After all, this was not hundreds of years later, when "Yiwu small commodities" were rampant. The technical difficulty and material cost of counterfeiting were not even lower than the value of the real thing.
Yi Lin whispered, "This is... the bead from the donor."
"Is it my bead?"
Zhang Yu frowned.
"I just said that I am not the owner of this temple. You can use firewood or stay overnight without asking me. Besides, this is too expensive."
"This... this bead originally belonged to the donor."
Yi Lin stammered and told a long story about what happened at the Xiangjiang ferry that evening, when the turtle spit out the pearl after Zhang Yu left. Finally, she placed the pearl in front of him and went back.
(End of this chapter)