stonecrandall Chapter 97 A chance encounter on the roadside, a whispered conversation
Chapter 97 A chance encounter on the roadside, a whispered conversation
Chapter 97 A chance encounter on the road, a message carried across a thousand miles
Inside the inn in the south of the city, a few strange guests were sitting at a table near the door.
The person sitting in the main seat was an old monk with long eyebrows that reached down to his chin. He had a kind and benevolent look with his eyes narrowed and a smile on his face, but there was an air of nobility in his brows that made him someone not to be underestimated. Although he wore coarse monk's robes, they looked like imperial robes on him, making him someone not to be trifled with.
To the left of the old monk was a monk with a short haircut. This monk was extremely robust, but his face was full of fierce and murderous aura. He was wearing shackles on his hands and feet, and he didn't look like a monk. He looked more like a death row inmate who had escaped from prison.
The woman sitting at the same table as the two monks was dressed as a married woman.
The woman looked haggard, though glimpses of her youthful beauty could still be seen in her features; however, before anyone could look closely, the weariness on her face completely masked her former allure.
Anyone who sees this woman will immediately feel pity for her. Although they don't know her story, her face is full of stories.
The woman was accompanied by two children, one or two years old, whose faces already showed timidity at such a young age.
The people at the table were none other than Master Yideng, Ci'en, Wu Sanniang, and her two sons, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, who had been waiting there.
Master Yideng originally intended to intervene personally, as Wu Santong's actions were truly despicable.
Wu Santong had been married for a long time but had no children, so he adopted a daughter named He Yuanjun. She was beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, and Wu Santong's gaze towards her changed. His feelings and care for her went beyond the relationship between adoptive father and adoptive daughter.
This relationship reached its peak when Wu San Niang became pregnant!
He Yuanjun was worried and scared, so she eloped with Lu Zhanyuan and got married.
Unexpectedly, Wu Santong abandoned his wife and chased after Lu Zhanyuan and He Yuanjun, determined to capture He Yuanjun and bring her back.
This matter became widely known in Dali, and even alarmed Master Yideng, who was living in seclusion at Tianlong Temple. As a result, Master Yideng had no choice but to personally intervene. He originally intended to attend Lu Zhanyuan's wedding banquet, but the accompanying high monks said that this matter would damage Dali's reputation and that it would be better to handle it discreetly.
That's when he asked a high-ranking monk from Dali to go in his place.
Master Yideng didn't say anything about "misfortune for the sect". Wu Santong was originally the chief of the imperial guard when he was still the emperor of Dali. He only became a disciple of Master Yideng after Master Yideng became a monk and became a farmer in the "fishing, woodcutting, farming and reading" group. He had already taken shape, and Master Yideng did not discipline him much, which was his fault.
He simply pushed the rice porridge on the table toward Da Wu and Xiao Wu, and said gently, "Su He's martial arts are not weak. If San Tong really does something reckless, he can suppress him. Don't worry, let the children eat something."
Wu Sanniang looked ashamed, "It's a misfortune for our family, causing Master so much worry—"
"Third Sister, you mustn't do this! Wu Santong is blinded by love and has fallen into a demonic state. If I, as his master, don't save him, how can I have the face to call myself a master?"
As Master Yideng spoke gently, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. At the same time, Ci'en, who was sitting at the table, also looked towards the Lu Family Manor, his deep voice filled with suppressed emotion: "There's a master!"
Moreover, he is a master whose aura alone is no less than that of the "Five Greats"!
Yideng nodded slightly in affirmation, a hint of unease creeping into his eyes. "Moreover, this expert is extremely bloodthirsty; he's probably no benevolent person."
"Could such a master have been invited by the Lu Family Manor?" Wu San Niang stood up anxiously. Fortunately, Da Wu and Xiao Wu were still diligently drinking their millet porridge and were completely unaware of the strange atmosphere.
Master Yideng shook his head.
If the Lu family had such a relationship, why would Lu Zhanyuan have fled in such a hurry?
I'm afraid of unexpected complications.
He stood up and said, "Third Sister, please wait here for a moment. This old monk will take Ci'en to have a look."
"Master, why don't I also—"
"You can stay here and look after the children."
Master Yideng refused Wu Sanniang's offer to follow him and led Ci'en outside.
On the long street.
Behind Wei Wu were the devastated Li Mochou and Mu Nianci and Yang Guo, who were determined to return the money, and many martial arts enthusiasts who had come to watch the spectacle were also following far away.
But his attention was entirely focused on the street corner.
He could sense two people with powerful internal energy rushing towards him.
"That's interesting!"
Wei Wu licked his lips, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
If the aura of an ordinary martial arts master is quite different from that of an ordinary person, as dazzling as a firefly in the dark, then the two people rushing towards him are like torches with plenty of fuel, or bonfires used to ward off the cold in the forest.
Master!
He's no less skilled than any of the top ten on the weapons ranking list!
Can it compare to the top three?
Having never fought, Wei Wu couldn't be certain.
Wei Wu took a step forward, his figure darting like smoke, covering three zhang in a single step. Wherever he went, a force naturally pushed the pedestrians on the roadside to the sides, making way for a wide road.
Master Yideng and Ci'en were also aware of Wei Wu's undisguised aura. They quickened their pace and were shocked when they saw Wei Wu on the long street, breaking out in a cold sweat.
What a keen intuition!
Master Yideng's face was solemn, his innate internal energy was circulating continuously, and his One-Finger Divine Skill was subconsciously ready to be unleashed, but he quickly suppressed this spontaneous instinct and replaced it with his palms together and silently reciting the Heart Sutra.
Only when he was a hundred paces away from Wei Wu did he gather his energy in his dantian and softly chant, "Amitabha, I am Yideng. I do not know your master. To have such skill at such a young age is truly admirable."
Yideng did not use martial arts such as Lion's Roar, but instead used the secret technique of "Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission" to send his voice to Wei Wu's ears from a distance of a hundred paces.
This can be seen as a demonstration of strength.
Wei Wu glanced at the collected "Innate Skill", "One-Finger Divine Skill", "Thousand-Mile Transmission", and Qiu Qianren's Iron Palm. He spent two hundred Qi Points to master the secret technique of Thousand-Mile Transmission and immediately "retaliated": "My name is Wei Wu, and I have come to find you."
The two stopped at the same time, a hundred paces apart, yet their conversation seemed to be right next to each other.
Master Yideng was astonished by Wei Wu's martial arts skills. A number of reclusive sects flashed through his mind, but his expression remained unchanged, and his voice remained gentle: "This old monk has lived in seclusion for a long time. May I ask what important matter you wish to discuss with me, benefactor?"
"Nothing important, I just want to have a fight with you."
"Amitabha Buddha, this old monk has long been weary of fighting and killing, and is unwilling to fight with others anymore. Please forgive me, benefactor."
"It's alright. I just injured your disciple Wu Santong. Since you refuse to do anything, I'll just break his head. Anyway, he's a beast who disregards human ethics, so it's fine if he dies."
Master Yideng's telepathic transmission paused for a moment, then his voice carried a hint of helplessness: "So, it seems I have no choice but to intervene?"
Wei Wu did not speak again, but his aura was as powerful as the tide and as imposing as a mountain. His extraordinary presence forced pedestrians within a hundred paces to hurry away, making way for him and Yideng.
In the instant the long street was deserted, it was Ci'en who moved first!