Chapter 400: Master Yideng (10)
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The scholar saw their sincere faces; they did not seem to be pretending. He looked at the woodcutter and the woodcutter nodded. The scholar said, "Miss had suffered a very serious internal injury. It was necessary for Shifu to use both 'yi yang zhi' [Solitary Yang Finger] and 'xian tian gong' [inborn/innate strength/energy] to open up the eight main arteries' acupoints and cure the injury. Ever since the death of the Quanzhen Sect's founder Chongyang Zhenren [lit. true/real man, a respectful term to address a Taoist priest], only my Shifu knows the 'yi yang zhi' and 'xian tian gong', these two marvelous skills. But by treating injury in this manner, his own body will suffer a serious injury; he will lose all his martial arts for the next five years."
"Ah!" Huang Rong exclaimed, she felt more ashamed.
The scholar continued, "Hereafter for the next five years he will have to diligently and painstakingly re-cultivate his energy every day and night. If he makes the slightest mistake, not only his martial art will not recover, but he will at the least be paralyzed, at the most lose his life. My Shifu has shown such kindness to you; how could you be so heartless and repaid kindness with enmity?"
Huang Rong wriggled down and knelt on the ground, facing the house where Reverend Yideng was she kowtowed four times and sobbed, "Uncle has graciously saved my life; I didn't know your sacrifice was this deep."
The fisherman, the woodcutter, the farmer and the scholar saw her bowing down, their faces turned slightly softer. The fisherman asked, "Your father sent you over to harm our Shifu; and you really did not know it?"
Huang Rong was indignant, "How could my father send me to harm Uncle? My father, the Master of the Peach Blossom Island, is what kind of person? How could he commit such a despicable act?"
The fisherman cupped his fists and said, "If Miss was not sent by your father, then please forgive my offending words."
"Humph," Huang Rong snorted, "If my father heard you, even though you are Reverend Yideng's outstanding disciple, he would still make you eat a little bit of suffering."
The fisherman smiled and said, "He is known as the Eastern Heretic, his action … his action … hey, hey … We thought what the Western Poison is able to do, your father can also do. Now it looks like we have thought erroneously."
Huang Rong said, "How can you compare my father with the Western Poison? What has that old thief Ouyang Feng done anyway?"
The scholar said, "All right, now everything is clear; let's go back to the house and talk some more."
Immediately six people returned to the meditation room and sat down. The fisherman, the woodcutter, the farmer and the scholar sat in such a way that they blocked the doors and windows. Huang Rong knew they were guarding against them escaping; she smiled slightly but did not expose her awareness.
"Do you know anything about the Nine Yin Manual?" the scholar asked.
"We do," Huang Rong replied, "But what does this Nine Yin Manual have to do with this matter? Ay, this book is really dangerous." She could not help but recall how her mother had died due to over-exertion in re-writing the manual from memory.
The scholar said, "In the first Sword Meet of Mount Hua the Quanzhen Sect's founder was crowned the Number One Martial Artist of The World [wu gong tian xia di yi]; therefore, the manual fell into his hand. It went without saying that the other four experts felt a heartfelt admiration to him. In that Sword Meet of Mount Hua everybody demonstrated his marvelous strength; Chongyang Zhenren was impressed with my Shifu's Solitary Yang Finger. The following year he came to Dali accompanied by his Shidi [younger martial brother] to pay a visit and discuss martial art skills."
"His Shidi?" Huang Rong interrupted, "Isn't that the Old Urchin Zhou Botong?"
"That's correct," the scholar replied, "Miss is young, yet actually knows a lot of people."
"No need to praise me," Huang Rong said.
The scholar continued, "Zhou Shishu [Martial Uncle Zhou] was a very funny man, but I did not know he was called the Old Urchin. That time my Shifu had not become a monk."
"Ah," Huang Rong said, "He was still an emperor."
"Exactly," the scholar said, "The Quanzhen Sect's founder and his martial brother stayed for a dozen of days in the imperial palace, we four people were always by their side to accompany them. Our Shifu explained the essence of the Solitary Yang Finger and everything there is to know to Chongyang Zhenren. Chongyang Zhenren was completely delighted; in turn he bequeathed the fiercest 'xian tian gong' to our Shifu. We were at their sides when they were discussing these marvelous skills, but because our experience and knowledge were shallow, we heard but did not comprehend anything."
"What about the Old Urchin?" Huang Rong asked, "His martial art skill is not low."
The scholar replied, "Zhou Shishu liked to move around and did not like to stay still. Several days in the Dali palace he wandered to the east and strolled to the west, he played around everywhere; even the empress and the concubines' palaces did not escape his visits. The court eunuchs were aware he was the emperor's honorable guest, so they did not do anything to stop him." Huang Rong and Guo Jing were smiling.
The scholar continued, "Just before Chongyang Zhenren left he said to our Shifu, 'Lately my chronic illness has come back to me; I don't think I am going to live much longer. Fortunately I have found an heir to my 'xian tian gong'; it will strengthen the Emperor's Solitary Yang Finger. There will be somebody in this world who can control him. I won't be afraid he would run amuck with unseemly behavior anymore.' It was then that my Shifu understood that Chongyang Zhenren had traveled thousands of 'li's to the Dali with the sole purpose of bequeathing the 'xian tian gong' to Shifu so that after his death there would be somebody who can control the Western Poison Ouyang Feng. But because the Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar and the Central Divinity shared the honor of the present age, if he said he came to impart a skill, it would be disrespectful to my Shifu; therefore, he first asked my Shifu to teach him the Solitary Yang Finger, then in exchange he taught the 'xian tian gong'. As Shifu understood his intention he was very grateful and straightaway he diligently trained the 'xian tian gong'. Chongyang Zhenren did not live long after he learned the Solitary Yang Finger; he did not have time to study thoroughly, and I heard he had not bequeathed it to any of his disciples. Later on there were some unfortunate events in our Dali kingdom; my Shifu's heart was broken. He shaved his head and became a monk."
Huang Rong thought, "Emperor Duan did not want to be an emperor anymore, but became a monk; this must be because of an enormously grieving matter. Others did not tell, it would be inconvenient to ask." Glancing sideways she saw Guo Jing was about to open his mouth to ask; hastily she signaled him with her eyes. "Oh!" Guo Jing muttered and closed his mouth.
The scholar's face turned dark; he was reminiscing over past events. After a while he opened his mouth and continued, "Somehow the news that Shifu was training the 'xian tian gong' leaked out. One day, my martial brother," he pointed toward the farmer, "received an order to go gather some medicinal herbs. He went to the 'ta xue shan' [Big Snow Mountain] at the western border of Yunnan; where somebody injured him using the Toad Stance."
"It must be the Old Poison," Huang Rong said.
"Who else but him?" the farmer angrily said, "First a young man unreasonably picked a fight with me; he said this Big Snow Mountain belonged to his family. He wouldn't let anybody trespass and gather herbs without authorization. The Big Snow Mountain spans thousands of 'li's; how could it belong to his family? Without a doubt this person was intentionally provoking me. I remembered Shifu's teaching to endure patiently; I was yielding to him over and over. Who would have thought that this young man got an inch and wanted a foot! He said he wanted me to kowtow to him 300 times before he let me go down the mountain. Finally I couldn't hold myself much longer and we fought. This young man's martial art was not bad, we fought for half a day without anybody gaining an upper hand. Unexpectedly the Old Poison suddenly appeared from a valley and without saying anything struck out a palm and severely injured me. That young man then carried me on has back and brought me over to 'tian long si' [sky/heaven dragon temple] where Shifu stayed."
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The scholar saw their sincere faces; they did not seem to be pretending. He looked at the woodcutter and the woodcutter nodded. The scholar said, "Miss had suffered a very serious internal injury. It was necessary for Shifu to use both 'yi yang zhi' [Solitary Yang Finger] and 'xian tian gong' [inborn/innate strength/energy] to open up the eight main arteries' acupoints and cure the injury. Ever since the death of the Quanzhen Sect's founder Chongyang Zhenren [lit. true/real man, a respectful term to address a Taoist priest], only my Shifu knows the 'yi yang zhi' and 'xian tian gong', these two marvelous skills. But by treating injury in this manner, his own body will suffer a serious injury; he will lose all his martial arts for the next five years."
"Ah!" Huang Rong exclaimed, she felt more ashamed.
The scholar continued, "Hereafter for the next five years he will have to diligently and painstakingly re-cultivate his energy every day and night. If he makes the slightest mistake, not only his martial art will not recover, but he will at the least be paralyzed, at the most lose his life. My Shifu has shown such kindness to you; how could you be so heartless and repaid kindness with enmity?"
Huang Rong wriggled down and knelt on the ground, facing the house where Reverend Yideng was she kowtowed four times and sobbed, "Uncle has graciously saved my life; I didn't know your sacrifice was this deep."
The fisherman, the woodcutter, the farmer and the scholar saw her bowing down, their faces turned slightly softer. The fisherman asked, "Your father sent you over to harm our Shifu; and you really did not know it?"
Huang Rong was indignant, "How could my father send me to harm Uncle? My father, the Master of the Peach Blossom Island, is what kind of person? How could he commit such a despicable act?"
The fisherman cupped his fists and said, "If Miss was not sent by your father, then please forgive my offending words."
"Humph," Huang Rong snorted, "If my father heard you, even though you are Reverend Yideng's outstanding disciple, he would still make you eat a little bit of suffering."
The fisherman smiled and said, "He is known as the Eastern Heretic, his action … his action … hey, hey … We thought what the Western Poison is able to do, your father can also do. Now it looks like we have thought erroneously."
Huang Rong said, "How can you compare my father with the Western Poison? What has that old thief Ouyang Feng done anyway?"
The scholar said, "All right, now everything is clear; let's go back to the house and talk some more."
Immediately six people returned to the meditation room and sat down. The fisherman, the woodcutter, the farmer and the scholar sat in such a way that they blocked the doors and windows. Huang Rong knew they were guarding against them escaping; she smiled slightly but did not expose her awareness.
"Do you know anything about the Nine Yin Manual?" the scholar asked.
"We do," Huang Rong replied, "But what does this Nine Yin Manual have to do with this matter? Ay, this book is really dangerous." She could not help but recall how her mother had died due to over-exertion in re-writing the manual from memory.
The scholar said, "In the first Sword Meet of Mount Hua the Quanzhen Sect's founder was crowned the Number One Martial Artist of The World [wu gong tian xia di yi]; therefore, the manual fell into his hand. It went without saying that the other four experts felt a heartfelt admiration to him. In that Sword Meet of Mount Hua everybody demonstrated his marvelous strength; Chongyang Zhenren was impressed with my Shifu's Solitary Yang Finger. The following year he came to Dali accompanied by his Shidi [younger martial brother] to pay a visit and discuss martial art skills."
"His Shidi?" Huang Rong interrupted, "Isn't that the Old Urchin Zhou Botong?"
"That's correct," the scholar replied, "Miss is young, yet actually knows a lot of people."
"No need to praise me," Huang Rong said.
The scholar continued, "Zhou Shishu [Martial Uncle Zhou] was a very funny man, but I did not know he was called the Old Urchin. That time my Shifu had not become a monk."
"Ah," Huang Rong said, "He was still an emperor."
"Exactly," the scholar said, "The Quanzhen Sect's founder and his martial brother stayed for a dozen of days in the imperial palace, we four people were always by their side to accompany them. Our Shifu explained the essence of the Solitary Yang Finger and everything there is to know to Chongyang Zhenren. Chongyang Zhenren was completely delighted; in turn he bequeathed the fiercest 'xian tian gong' to our Shifu. We were at their sides when they were discussing these marvelous skills, but because our experience and knowledge were shallow, we heard but did not comprehend anything."
"What about the Old Urchin?" Huang Rong asked, "His martial art skill is not low."
The scholar replied, "Zhou Shishu liked to move around and did not like to stay still. Several days in the Dali palace he wandered to the east and strolled to the west, he played around everywhere; even the empress and the concubines' palaces did not escape his visits. The court eunuchs were aware he was the emperor's honorable guest, so they did not do anything to stop him." Huang Rong and Guo Jing were smiling.
The scholar continued, "Just before Chongyang Zhenren left he said to our Shifu, 'Lately my chronic illness has come back to me; I don't think I am going to live much longer. Fortunately I have found an heir to my 'xian tian gong'; it will strengthen the Emperor's Solitary Yang Finger. There will be somebody in this world who can control him. I won't be afraid he would run amuck with unseemly behavior anymore.' It was then that my Shifu understood that Chongyang Zhenren had traveled thousands of 'li's to the Dali with the sole purpose of bequeathing the 'xian tian gong' to Shifu so that after his death there would be somebody who can control the Western Poison Ouyang Feng. But because the Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar and the Central Divinity shared the honor of the present age, if he said he came to impart a skill, it would be disrespectful to my Shifu; therefore, he first asked my Shifu to teach him the Solitary Yang Finger, then in exchange he taught the 'xian tian gong'. As Shifu understood his intention he was very grateful and straightaway he diligently trained the 'xian tian gong'. Chongyang Zhenren did not live long after he learned the Solitary Yang Finger; he did not have time to study thoroughly, and I heard he had not bequeathed it to any of his disciples. Later on there were some unfortunate events in our Dali kingdom; my Shifu's heart was broken. He shaved his head and became a monk."
Huang Rong thought, "Emperor Duan did not want to be an emperor anymore, but became a monk; this must be because of an enormously grieving matter. Others did not tell, it would be inconvenient to ask." Glancing sideways she saw Guo Jing was about to open his mouth to ask; hastily she signaled him with her eyes. "Oh!" Guo Jing muttered and closed his mouth.
The scholar's face turned dark; he was reminiscing over past events. After a while he opened his mouth and continued, "Somehow the news that Shifu was training the 'xian tian gong' leaked out. One day, my martial brother," he pointed toward the farmer, "received an order to go gather some medicinal herbs. He went to the 'ta xue shan' [Big Snow Mountain] at the western border of Yunnan; where somebody injured him using the Toad Stance."
"It must be the Old Poison," Huang Rong said.
"Who else but him?" the farmer angrily said, "First a young man unreasonably picked a fight with me; he said this Big Snow Mountain belonged to his family. He wouldn't let anybody trespass and gather herbs without authorization. The Big Snow Mountain spans thousands of 'li's; how could it belong to his family? Without a doubt this person was intentionally provoking me. I remembered Shifu's teaching to endure patiently; I was yielding to him over and over. Who would have thought that this young man got an inch and wanted a foot! He said he wanted me to kowtow to him 300 times before he let me go down the mountain. Finally I couldn't hold myself much longer and we fought. This young man's martial art was not bad, we fought for half a day without anybody gaining an upper hand. Unexpectedly the Old Poison suddenly appeared from a valley and without saying anything struck out a palm and severely injured me. That young man then carried me on has back and brought me over to 'tian long si' [sky/heaven dragon temple] where Shifu stayed."
The scholar saw their sincere faces; they did not seem to be pretending. He looked at the woodcutter and the woodcutter nodded. The scholar said, "Miss had suffered a very serious internal injury. It was necessary for Shifu to use both 'yi yang zhi' Solitary Yang Finger and 'xian tian gong' inborn/innate strength/energy to open up the eight main arteries' acupoints and cure the injury. Ever since the death of the Quanzhen Sect's founder Chongyang Zhenren lit. true/real man, a respectful term to address a Taoist priest, only my Shifu knows the 'yi yang zhi' and 'xian tian gong', these two marvelous skills. But by treating injury in this manner, his own body will suffer a serious injury; he will lose all his martial arts for the next five years.""Ah!" Huang Rong exclaimed, she felt more ashamed.The scholar continued, "Hereafter for the next five years he will have to diligently and painstakingly re-cultivate his energy every day and night. If he makes the slightest mistake, not only his martial art will not recover, but he will at the least be paralyzed, at the most lose his life. My Shifu has shown such kindness to you; how could you be so heartless and repaid kindness with enmity?"Huang Rong wriggled down and knelt on the ground, facing the house where Reverend Yideng was she kowtowed four times and sobbed, "Uncle has graciously saved my life; I didn't know your sacrifice was this deep."The fisherman, the woodcutter, the farmer and the scholar saw her bowing down, their faces turned slightly softer. The fisherman asked, "Your father sent you over to harm our Shifu; and you really did not know it?"Huang Rong was indignant, "How could my father send me to harm Uncle? My father, the Master of the Peach Blossom Island, is what kind of person? How could he commit such a despicable act?"The fisherman cupped his fists and said, "If Miss was not sent by your father, then please forgive my offending words.""Humph," Huang Rong snorted, "If my father heard you, even though you are Reverend Yideng's outstanding disciple, he would still make you eat a little bit of suffering."The fisherman smiled and said, "He is known as the Eastern Heretic, his action his action hey, hey We thought what the Western Poison is able to do, your father can also do. Now it looks like we have thought erroneously."Huang Rong said, "How can you compare my father with the Western Poison? What has that old thief Ouyang Feng done anyway?"The scholar said, "All right, now everything is clear; let's go back to the house and talk some more."Immediately six people returned to the meditation room and sat down. The fisherman, the woodcutter, the farmer and the scholar sat in such a way that they blocked the doors and windows. Huang Rong knew they were guarding against them escaping; she smiled slightly but did not expose her awareness."Do you know anything about the Nine Yin Manual?" the scholar asked."We do," Huang Rong replied, "But what does this Nine Yin Manual have to do with this matter? Ay, this book is really dangerous." She could not help but recall how her mother had died due to over-exertion in re-writing the manual from memory.The scholar said, "In the first Sword Meet of Mount Hua the Quanzhen Sect's founder was crowned the Number One Martial Artist of The World wu gong tian xia di yi; therefore, the manual fell into his hand. It went without saying that the other four experts felt a heartfelt admiration to him. In that Sword Meet of Mount Hua everybody demonstrated his marvelous strength; Chongyang Zhenren was impressed with my Shifu's Solitary Yang Finger. The following year he came to Dali accompanied by his Shidi younger martial brother to pay a visit and discuss martial art skills.""His Shidi?" Huang Rong interrupted, "Isn't that the Old Urchin Zhou Botong?""That's correct," the scholar replied, "Miss is young, yet actually knows a lot of people.""No need to praise me," Huang Rong said.The scholar continued, "Zhou Shishu Martial Uncle Zhou was a very funny man, but I did not know he was called the Old Urchin. That time my Shifu had not become a monk.""Ah," Huang Rong said, "He was still an emperor.""Exactly," the scholar said, "The Quanzhen Sect's founder and his martial brother stayed for a dozen of days in the imperial palace, we four people were always by their side to accompany them. Our Shifu explained the essence of the Solitary Yang Finger and everything there is to know to Chongyang Zhenren. Chongyang Zhenren was completely delighted; in turn he bequeathed the fiercest 'xian tian gong' to our Shifu. We were at their sides when they were discussing these marvelous skills, but because our experience and knowledge were shallow, we heard but did not comprehend anything.""What about the Old Urchin?" Huang Rong asked, "His martial art skill is not low."The scholar replied, "Zhou Shishu liked to move around and did not like to stay still. Several days in the Dali palace he wandered to the east and strolled to the west, he played around everywhere; even the empress and the concubines' palaces did not escape his visits. The court eunuchs were aware he was the emperor's honorable guest, so they did not do anything to stop him." Huang Rong and Guo Jing were smiling.The scholar continued, "Just before Chongyang Zhenren left he said to our Shifu, 'Lately my chronic illness has come back to me; I don't think I am going to live much longer. Fortunately I have found an heir to my 'xian tian gong'; it will strengthen the Emperor's Solitary Yang Finger. There will be somebody in this world who can control him. I won't be afraid he would run amuck with unseemly behavior anymore.' It was then that my Shifu understood that Chongyang Zhenren had traveled thousands of 'li's to the Dali with the sole purpose of bequeathing the 'xian tian gong' to Shifu so that after his death there would be somebody who can control the Western Poison Ouyang Feng. But because the Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar and the Central Divinity shared the honor of the present age, if he said he came to impart a skill, it would be disrespectful to my Shifu; therefore, he first asked my Shifu to teach him the Solitary Yang Finger, then in exchange he taught the 'xian tian gong'. As Shifu understood his intention he was very grateful and straightaway he diligently trained the 'xian tian gong'. Chongyang Zhenren did not live long after he learned the Solitary Yang Finger; he did not have time to study thoroughly, and I heard he had not bequeathed it to any of his disciples. Later on there were some unfortunate events in our Dali kingdom; my Shifu's heart was broken. He shaved his head and became a monk."Huang Rong thought, "Emperor Duan did not want to be an emperor anymore, but became a monk; this must be because of an enormously grieving matter. Others did not tell, it would be inconvenient to ask." Glancing sideways she saw Guo Jing was about to open his mouth to ask; hastily she signaled him with her eyes. "Oh!" Guo Jing muttered and closed his mouth.The scholar's face turned dark; he was reminiscing over past events. After a while he opened his mouth and continued, "Somehow the news that Shifu was training the 'xian tian gong' leaked out. One day, my martial brother," he pointed toward the farmer, "received an order to go gather some medicinal herbs. He went to the 'ta xue shan' Big Snow Mountain at the western border of Yunnan; where somebody injured him using the Toad Stance.""It must be the Old Poison," Huang Rong said."Who else but him?" the farmer angrily said, "First a young man unreasonably picked a fight with me; he said this Big Snow Mountain belonged to his family. He wouldn't let anybody trespass and gather herbs without authorization. The Big Snow Mountain spans thousands of 'li's; how could it belong to his family? Without a doubt this person was intentionally provoking me. I remembered Shifu's teaching to endure patiently; I was yielding to him over and over. Who would have thought that this young man got an inch and wanted a foot! He said he wanted me to kowtow to him 300 times before he let me go down the mountain. Finally I couldn't hold myself much longer and we fought. This young man's martial art was not bad, we fought for half a day without anybody gaining an upper hand. Unexpectedly the Old Poison suddenly appeared from a valley and without saying anything struck out a palm and severely injured me. That young man then carried me on has back and brought me over to 'tian long si' sky/heaven dragon temple where Shifu stayed."
