novelcrest Chapter 1301 Thunderstorm (4)
Chapter 1301 Thunderstorm (4)
Chapter 1301 Thunderstorm (IV)
"After your uncle left, I recalled the past and felt confused..."
In the early morning rain, Lin Zongwu spoke slowly.
"There's no point staying with Xu Zhaonan. I wanted to go back to Jiangnan and visit the place where I lived with my senior sister and junior brother, but firstly, they've been fighting and killing each other, so I'm afraid it's been destroyed. Secondly, I agreed to an invitation from Dai Gong during the Jiangning Conference, so I had to come and take a look to fulfill my promise..."
"After arriving in Bianliang, I was received by Dai Gong and Zou Xu. The martial artist returned the favor, so I was given the title of the so-called supreme master. However, when it comes to interacting with the people in Danchen Guard, I no longer care about it..."
Lin Zongwu said this and touched Ping An's head.
"Actually, Ping An, this is how it is when you're in the underworld. Even if you're famous, you still have to shake hands and weigh each other's weight every time you meet. When I was in Jiangning, your uncle arranged a lot of things for me. Actually, he didn't like these things in the past and felt bored. But with his arrangements, I'm quite patient with these things... The so-called nonsense in this world always needs a companion to make it fun."
Patted the child on the shoulder.
Ping An thought of Wang Nanda and lowered his head: "Master..."
"So, even if I have the title, there are always many people in Danchen Guard who don't know my ability and are always ready to make a move... Among the so-called Eight Pillars of the Nation, the two brothers Ying Baiyan and Ying Bailong are the most flamboyant. If I stay in Bianliang any longer, sooner or later I will have to take action like today and kill a group of people. Only in this way can I establish my authority."
"...So that's how it is." Ping An nodded, a little confused, "Then... Master, now that you have established your authority, do you still have to go back to Bianliang?"
Lin Zongwu smiled at him, but the smile suddenly turned calm: "What if it is so?"
"If so... then do we still have to catch them..."
"Otherwise, how can we complete the mission if we go back?"
"But... Master... they are good people..."
"Haha, kid, what do you know about good and evil again?"
"They...really...Master, I always feel..."
"Don't think so." Lin Zongwu's eyes became serious. "There is no such thing as good or evil in the things in this world. I want to ask you, if I really want to capture them and there is a conflict of ideas...what will you do?"
"I... I'll just ask Master for help." Ping An muttered, "I can't beat you..."
"What if we can defeat him?"
"if……"
Ping An was silent for a long time. When he raised his head, he still frowned in distress: "If I can beat him, I will also ask Master for help..."
"...Good boy." Lin Zongwu did not embarrass him any more. He patted his head and sighed slightly, "For your future restraint, how can I not agree to your request this time?"
He said: "In fact, what happened today also reminded me that since I have no intention of controlling my subordinates, I should withdraw from this situation as soon as possible. Otherwise, I am afraid that friction will continue and cause more troubles."
The master and disciple have been together for a long time and have gradually become familiar with each other's habits. When Lin Zongwu teaches his disciples, he occasionally makes assumptions and intimidates them in order to let the young monk think for himself. His bluffing in the early years was quite intimidating, but now, even with the mysterious mind method of the supreme master and a stern face, he can only scare Ping An a little bit at most. It is similar to the scene when Ning Ji faced Lu Hongti and Liu Xigua in the southwest.
Before he answered, he knew that his master would not insist on arresting anyone. After answering properly, he further understood that his master was absent-minded during this trip to Bianliang, and he might have already decided to leave before he took action.
"Then... where do you want to go next, Master?"
"Master, I want to go back to my hometown and do some retreat." Lin Zongwu said, "Although the place has been destroyed in the war, repairing the house and planting some land are always good for my mood. It's safe. Master's retreat is extraordinary... The first time he retreated, he became the guardian of Manichaeism after he came out. Later, Fang La killed He Yunsheng, and Master and his sisters and brothers retreated for the second time. After coming out, they became the best in the world today... When we come out of retreat this time, I'm afraid it will be extraordinary."
"You know the place. If you are tired of running around in the martial arts world, you can go and see the master."
"Yeah." Ping An nodded.
"What about you, my disciple? Where are you going next?" Lin Zongwu asked, "Follow them... to the southwest?"
He knew his disciples' yearning for the southwest, but he never got angry about it.
"I haven't really thought about it yet." Ping An scratched his head. "I and... that big brother made an agreement to be the best in the world, but that was a few years later. After he left Jiangning, I guess he went to the southeast. Miss Yan came to Bianliang and found the wrong place. As for me, after sending them across the river, I still want to go back to Jin to look for... my parents - I'm afraid that when I grow older, I won't remember anything."
He was silent for a while when he said this, then he looked at his master and said, "But, Master... Otherwise, I will go into seclusion with you. Maybe when we come out together in the future, I will be able to beat him..."
Lin Zongwu also looked at him with a smile: "Young people need to see, and old people need to settle down. I have seen too much, so I have many things to think about. At your age, you should travel thousands of miles... Don't worry, you have been chivalrous and righteous all the way, and I can always find out what you have learned from others."
Having said this, he paused and continued, "Actually, it would be appropriate for you to go back to Jin..."
Ping An didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, and Lin Zongwu on the opposite side had already stood up: "Go, find a stick for the master."
Ping An had picked up his stick after cleaning up the battlefield after the previous fight. He ran out again and found a barely usable stick and gave it to Lin Zongwu. Lin Zongwu made some minor modifications to it, set up a stance in the room, and began to teach Ping An the most basic stick techniques.
He had been a master of martial arts all his life. In the past, when training Ping An, he actually incorporated the skills of the eighteen martial arts. That was why Ping An could be so powerful when using the stick at will. But now he sorted out the stick techniques for him one by one according to the principles of stick techniques. The two of them were of different sizes, and their stick holding techniques and postures were slightly different. When Ping An's techniques were awkward, Lin Zongwu scolded him a few words and pretended to hit him, and Ping An squinted his eyes to take it - he had been beaten in the past for martial arts, but this time, the slap did not really fall from beginning to end.
He has a very high talent for martial arts and a solid foundation. He has also accumulated enough experience in using the stick in the past six months. After some review, he has mastered the tricks of the Demon Subduing Stick and has a lot of new understanding.
In the yard outside, the sky was already bright, the rain was gradually getting lighter, and it was approaching noon.
Lin Zongwu said: "If you go to Jin, there is a master of stick fighting there. I have a history with him and we have a mutual respect. You can go and visit him."
Ping An nodded and listened.
"That expert is the master who is now following the female prime minister of Jin, 'Eight-armed Dragon King' Shi Jin. He is highly skilled in martial arts and has fought against the Jin all his life. You will be happy to meet him. Tell him your name as his master and he will give you some pointers... In addition, he knows a lot of people around the female prime minister. If you ask him about your parents, you may be able to find out some clues."
"Yeah." Ping An nodded.
"I'm safe..." Lin Zongwu said at last, "Many things can be vague and joking in Master's place, or even in the world, including the Ding Shu and Yu Hezhong you are protecting today. The information they have may not be as important as you think... But there is one thing that is Master's concern and also concerns your life. You must remember it clearly."
"Ah."
"You should eat more food and grow taller. When you are taller, you will have more strength. Then you can travel around the world and improve your martial arts. After a few years, when you go to the southwest, you must defeat that Long Aotian and win the title of the best in the world! Do you know? When your uncle talked about you to me for the last time, he was still indignant. How can my disciple, his nephew, be inferior to others and become a four-foot-tall demon? Even if you want to be a demon, you have to be six feet tall! You have to be six feet tall!"
There was no smile on Lin Zongwu's face. His eyes were terrifying and deep, as if he was talking about something extremely serious. However, the content sounded a bit nonsense, leaving Ping An speechless: "Master..."
The finger from the other side pointed at him and tapped his forehead again and again.
"If you can't do this, I will beat you up when I come out of seclusion one day... I will beat you up until you are as fat as I am! I mean what I say - do you remember?"
"Master..."
Ping'an's eyes felt sore, and Lin Zongwu's big hand covered his forehead, hiding his tears.
"You remember?"
"Master... I remember..." the little monk cried loudly.
"That's all...don't act like that little girl."
Lin Zongwu waved his hand, turned around and walked into the clear world outside.
At some point, the drizzle stopped, and the little monk cried as he watched his master disappear from view. He had been separated from his master many times since he became his disciple, but at those times, he was always worried about the difficulties and safety he would face after leaving his master. Only this time, looking at the back of his invincible master, he deeply felt his master's loneliness in his heart - his family had all left him, so he was very lonely and sad in his heart...
From afar, Lin Zongwu turned his head in the rain. In that abandoned house, there was his only relative in the world. However, the path chosen by the little child seemed to be somewhat different from his, so he let out a sigh.
He had been seeking fame all his life, but now he even felt bored showing off his power in front of the Danchen Guards, so it was time for him to leave...
Looking back on the past, he was actually not a monk. He roamed the world in his early years and thought that many monks in the temples were dirty and unlucky. He attacked many temples in a row. Later, he got angry and put on a monk's robe and killed people everywhere. He changed his name to Lin Echan, and wanted to discredit Buddhism and create a name of "Demon Buddha".
"Amitabha……"
How could it be like this...