Chapter 459: Iron Spear In the Temple (7)
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About thirty, forty 'li's later, the sky was getting dark. They heard the loud cry of crows; hundreds of thousands crows flew back and forth in the air. Hearing these crows Ke Zhen'E knew they were in the vicinity of the 'tie qiang miao' [Temple of the Iron Spear]. This Temple of the Iron Spear was built to honor a well known general from the Five Dynasties period, the Iron Spear, Wang Yanzhang. Next to the temple there was a tall pagoda. For generations the crows had made their nest on top of this pagoda. There was a legend among the locals that the crows of the Temple of the Iron Spear were the spirits of dead soldiers and generals, so nobody dared to disturb them to such an extent that the crows breed and multiplied, became as many as they were that day.
"Hey," Huang Rong said, "The sky is getting dark, where can we spend the night?"
Ke Zhen'E thought for a moment, "If we lodge at someone's residence I am afraid they might open their mouths and lead the soldiers to come and arrest us." So he said, "Not too far from here there is an old temple."
"What's so interesting about crows?" Huang Rong scolded, "You have never seen one before? Go!" This time Ke Zhen'E did not hear the sound of the stick, nevertheless the two soldiers cried out in pain. He wondered whether she pierced them with her finger or kicked them with her foot.
Not too long afterwards they arrived in front of the Temple of the Iron Spear. Ke Zhen'E heard Huang Rong kick the temple door open. The strong odor of crows' dung and dust assaulted their nostrils. Apparently this temple had been deserted for a long time. He was afraid she would complain of the filth, but surprisingly it seemed like she did not even notice. He heard her ordering the two soldiers to sweep the floor; she also ordered them to go to the kitchen and boil some water. Then he heard she was softly singing a song about some 'pair of mandarin ducks desire to fly together' and some 'not yet old but the hair on the head has turned white.'
A moment later the soldiers brought the hot water over. Huang Rong changed the wrap on Ke Zhen'E's wound first before washing her own face and feet. Ke Zhen'E was lying down on the ground, using the meditation mat as his pillow. Suddenly he heard she spat and said, "Why are you looking at my feet? Do you think my feet are for you to look? I'll dig your eyeballs out!"
That soldier was so scared that his soul almost left him; 'bonk, bonk, bonk' he knocked his head on the ground. Huang Rong asked, "Tell me, why did you look at me washing my feet?"
That soldier did not dare to lie; while still knocking his head he said, "Xiao De [lit. little/lowly one] deserves to die. Xiao De saw Miss' feet are very … very beautiful …"
Ke Zhen'E was startled, he thought, "This thief male servant bird's death is imminent, he still has a lewd heart! I wonder if the little demon will pull his muscle out or peel his skin alive." Surprisingly Huang Rong only laughed and said, "A crude and stupid man like you knows what's good and what's ugly?" 'Bang!' the stick in her hand shot out and that soldier rolling around on the ground, but she did not pursue this matter further.
The two soldiers ran to the rear courtyard with their tails between their legs, and did not dare to reappear. Ke Zhen'E stayed still, quietly waiting for what would happen next. He heard Huang Rong pacing back and forth in the main hall; she muttered, "Wang the Iron Spear's prestige shook the world in his era; in the end he was captured and decapitated. How could he flaunt himself as a hero? As some kind of warrior? Hmm, I am afraid this iron spear is not made of real cast iron."
When he was little, Ke Zhen'E, along with Zhu Cong, Han Baoju, Nan Xiren, Zhang Asheng and the others, often came to this temple to play. Although they were kids, every one of them had already had exceptional strength; they took turn brandishing that iron spear to play. When he heard what Huang Rong had just said he opened his mouth, "Of course it is made of real iron; how can it be faked?"
"Hmm," Huang Rong stretched out her hand to pull out the iron spear; she said, "It is about thirty 'jin's [catty; 1 jin = about 0.5kg]. I have lost your iron staff and momentarily can not give you any replacement. Tomorrow we'll bid good-bye; we'll go our own ways. You don't have any weapon with which to defend yourself. Why don't you use this spear as temporary replacement of your iron staff?" Without waiting for Ke Zhen'E to reply she went out and took a large rock from the courtyard; 'bang, bang' she broke the spearhead and handed the pole over to him.
Since his parents and brother died, Ke Zhen'E was inseparable with his six brothers and sister. Right now he did not have any relative left. Although he had been together with Huang Rong for only a day, unconsciously he felt that he hated to part with her; listening to her saying, 'Tomorrow we'll bid good-bye; we'll go our own ways' he suddenly felt something was lost. Absent-mindedly he received the iron spear, thinking that this spear was approximately the same size and weight as his lost staff, so definitely he could use this weapon. He also thought, "She gave me this weapon, so she did not have any evil intention."
He heard her saying, "This is the 'tian qi sha dan san' [powdered medicine made of tian qi (lit. field/farm seven) shark's gallbladder] made by my father; it is very beneficial to your wound. You hate us father and daughter; whether you want to use it or not, it's up to you!" She handed the medicine pouch over to him. Ke Zhen'E held out his hand to receive it, and then slowly put it in his pocket. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. He hoped she would say something else, but she only said, "All right, let's take a rest!"
Ke Zhen'E laid down on his side, with the iron spear by his side; his heart was filled with disquieting thoughts, how could he sleep? He heard the noisy crows on top of the pagoda eventually quiet down until all he could hear was silence everywhere. He did not hear her sleeping, but he heard her tossing and turning; it seemed like she was also restless.
After half a day he heard she was reciting quietly, "Four weaving machines, the weaving of mandarin ducks desires to fly together right away. It's a pity not yet old but the hair on the head has turned white. When the green spring grass ripples in the deepest of dawn's cold; standing face to face taking a bath wearing red clothes."
He heard she repeated the recitation softly, as if she was trying to understand its meaning. Ke Zhen'E did not understand literature, he did not understand what she was reciting, but he could hear the sadness in her voice, as if she was grieving of a heart break; he could not help but feel dazed.
A long time passed. He heard her arrange some meditation mats for her bed; then she lay down and her breathing gradually slowed down, sounded like she was falling asleep. Ke Zhen'E gently stroked the iron spear by his side; all kinds of childhood memories came flooding back into his mind. He saw Zhu Cong with an old book in his hand, reading aloud with his head swaying back and forth. He saw Han Baoju and Quan Jinfa were riding on the idol's shoulders, pulling its beard; Nan Xiren and himself were pulling one end of the iron spear while Zhang Asheng was pulling the other end; they were playing tug-of-war with each other. At that time Han Xiaoying was only about four, five years old; two lengths of braided hair on her head, giggling and laughing, cheering over them. There were bright red ribbons on her braids, bobbing along as she moved her head. Suddenly everything turned pitch-black. Six sworn brothers and sister, his own brother, and his pair of eyes, everything was successively destroyed under Huang Yaoshi's and his disciples' hands. His heart was burned with hatred, which was very difficult to suppress.
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About thirty, forty 'li's later, the sky was getting dark. They heard the loud cry of crows; hundreds of thousands crows flew back and forth in the air. Hearing these crows Ke Zhen'E knew they were in the vicinity of the 'tie qiang miao' [Temple of the Iron Spear]. This Temple of the Iron Spear was built to honor a well known general from the Five Dynasties period, the Iron Spear, Wang Yanzhang. Next to the temple there was a tall pagoda. For generations the crows had made their nest on top of this pagoda. There was a legend among the locals that the crows of the Temple of the Iron Spear were the spirits of dead soldiers and generals, so nobody dared to disturb them to such an extent that the crows breed and multiplied, became as many as they were that day.
"Hey," Huang Rong said, "The sky is getting dark, where can we spend the night?"
Ke Zhen'E thought for a moment, "If we lodge at someone's residence I am afraid they might open their mouths and lead the soldiers to come and arrest us." So he said, "Not too far from here there is an old temple."
"What's so interesting about crows?" Huang Rong scolded, "You have never seen one before? Go!" This time Ke Zhen'E did not hear the sound of the stick, nevertheless the two soldiers cried out in pain. He wondered whether she pierced them with her finger or kicked them with her foot.
Not too long afterwards they arrived in front of the Temple of the Iron Spear. Ke Zhen'E heard Huang Rong kick the temple door open. The strong odor of crows' dung and dust assaulted their nostrils. Apparently this temple had been deserted for a long time. He was afraid she would complain of the filth, but surprisingly it seemed like she did not even notice. He heard her ordering the two soldiers to sweep the floor; she also ordered them to go to the kitchen and boil some water. Then he heard she was softly singing a song about some 'pair of mandarin ducks desire to fly together' and some 'not yet old but the hair on the head has turned white.'
A moment later the soldiers brought the hot water over. Huang Rong changed the wrap on Ke Zhen'E's wound first before washing her own face and feet. Ke Zhen'E was lying down on the ground, using the meditation mat as his pillow. Suddenly he heard she spat and said, "Why are you looking at my feet? Do you think my feet are for you to look? I'll dig your eyeballs out!"
That soldier was so scared that his soul almost left him; 'bonk, bonk, bonk' he knocked his head on the ground. Huang Rong asked, "Tell me, why did you look at me washing my feet?"
That soldier did not dare to lie; while still knocking his head he said, "Xiao De [lit. little/lowly one] deserves to die. Xiao De saw Miss' feet are very … very beautiful …"
Ke Zhen'E was startled, he thought, "This thief male servant bird's death is imminent, he still has a lewd heart! I wonder if the little demon will pull his muscle out or peel his skin alive." Surprisingly Huang Rong only laughed and said, "A crude and stupid man like you knows what's good and what's ugly?" 'Bang!' the stick in her hand shot out and that soldier rolling around on the ground, but she did not pursue this matter further.
The two soldiers ran to the rear courtyard with their tails between their legs, and did not dare to reappear. Ke Zhen'E stayed still, quietly waiting for what would happen next. He heard Huang Rong pacing back and forth in the main hall; she muttered, "Wang the Iron Spear's prestige shook the world in his era; in the end he was captured and decapitated. How could he flaunt himself as a hero? As some kind of warrior? Hmm, I am afraid this iron spear is not made of real cast iron."
When he was little, Ke Zhen'E, along with Zhu Cong, Han Baoju, Nan Xiren, Zhang Asheng and the others, often came to this temple to play. Although they were kids, every one of them had already had exceptional strength; they took turn brandishing that iron spear to play. When he heard what Huang Rong had just said he opened his mouth, "Of course it is made of real iron; how can it be faked?"
"Hmm," Huang Rong stretched out her hand to pull out the iron spear; she said, "It is about thirty 'jin's [catty; 1 jin = about 0.5kg]. I have lost your iron staff and momentarily can not give you any replacement. Tomorrow we'll bid good-bye; we'll go our own ways. You don't have any weapon with which to defend yourself. Why don't you use this spear as temporary replacement of your iron staff?" Without waiting for Ke Zhen'E to reply she went out and took a large rock from the courtyard; 'bang, bang' she broke the spearhead and handed the pole over to him.
Since his parents and brother died, Ke Zhen'E was inseparable with his six brothers and sister. Right now he did not have any relative left. Although he had been together with Huang Rong for only a day, unconsciously he felt that he hated to part with her; listening to her saying, 'Tomorrow we'll bid good-bye; we'll go our own ways' he suddenly felt something was lost. Absent-mindedly he received the iron spear, thinking that this spear was approximately the same size and weight as his lost staff, so definitely he could use this weapon. He also thought, "She gave me this weapon, so she did not have any evil intention."
He heard her saying, "This is the 'tian qi sha dan san' [powdered medicine made of tian qi (lit. field/farm seven) shark's gallbladder] made by my father; it is very beneficial to your wound. You hate us father and daughter; whether you want to use it or not, it's up to you!" She handed the medicine pouch over to him. Ke Zhen'E held out his hand to receive it, and then slowly put it in his pocket. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. He hoped she would say something else, but she only said, "All right, let's take a rest!"
Ke Zhen'E laid down on his side, with the iron spear by his side; his heart was filled with disquieting thoughts, how could he sleep? He heard the noisy crows on top of the pagoda eventually quiet down until all he could hear was silence everywhere. He did not hear her sleeping, but he heard her tossing and turning; it seemed like she was also restless.
After half a day he heard she was reciting quietly, "Four weaving machines, the weaving of mandarin ducks desires to fly together right away. It's a pity not yet old but the hair on the head has turned white. When the green spring grass ripples in the deepest of dawn's cold; standing face to face taking a bath wearing red clothes."
He heard she repeated the recitation softly, as if she was trying to understand its meaning. Ke Zhen'E did not understand literature, he did not understand what she was reciting, but he could hear the sadness in her voice, as if she was grieving of a heart break; he could not help but feel dazed.
A long time passed. He heard her arrange some meditation mats for her bed; then she lay down and her breathing gradually slowed down, sounded like she was falling asleep. Ke Zhen'E gently stroked the iron spear by his side; all kinds of childhood memories came flooding back into his mind. He saw Zhu Cong with an old book in his hand, reading aloud with his head swaying back and forth. He saw Han Baoju and Quan Jinfa were riding on the idol's shoulders, pulling its beard; Nan Xiren and himself were pulling one end of the iron spear while Zhang Asheng was pulling the other end; they were playing tug-of-war with each other. At that time Han Xiaoying was only about four, five years old; two lengths of braided hair on her head, giggling and laughing, cheering over them. There were bright red ribbons on her braids, bobbing along as she moved her head. Suddenly everything turned pitch-black. Six sworn brothers and sister, his own brother, and his pair of eyes, everything was successively destroyed under Huang Yaoshi's and his disciples' hands. His heart was burned with hatred, which was very difficult to suppress.
About thirty, forty 'li's later, the sky was getting dark. They heard the loud cry of crows; hundreds of thousands crows flew back and forth in the air. Hearing these crows Ke Zhen'E knew they were in the vicinity of the 'tie qiang miao' Temple of the Iron Spear. This Temple of the Iron Spear was built to honor a well known general from the Five Dynasties period, the Iron Spear, Wang Yanzhang. Next to the temple there was a tall pagoda. For generations the crows had made their nest on top of this pagoda. There was a legend among the locals that the crows of the Temple of the Iron Spear were the spirits of dead soldiers and generals, so nobody dared to disturb them to such an extent that the crows breed and multiplied, became as many as they were that day."Hey," Huang Rong said, "The sky is getting dark, where can we spend the night?"Ke Zhen'E thought for a moment, "If we lodge at someone's residence I am afraid they might open their mouths and lead the soldiers to come and arrest us." So he said, "Not too far from here there is an old temple.""What's so interesting about crows?" Huang Rong scolded, "You have never seen one before? Go!" This time Ke Zhen'E did not hear the sound of the stick, nevertheless the two soldiers cried out in pain. He wondered whether she pierced them with her finger or kicked them with her foot.Not too long afterwards they arrived in front of the Temple of the Iron Spear. Ke Zhen'E heard Huang Rong kick the temple door open. The strong odor of crows' dung and dust assaulted their nostrils. Apparently this temple had been deserted for a long time. He was afraid she would complain of the filth, but surprisingly it seemed like she did not even notice. He heard her ordering the two soldiers to sweep the floor; she also ordered them to go to the kitchen and boil some water. Then he heard she was softly singing a song about some 'pair of mandarin ducks desire to fly together' and some 'not yet old but the hair on the head has turned white.'A moment later the soldiers brought the hot water over. Huang Rong changed the wrap on Ke Zhen'E's wound first before washing her own face and feet. Ke Zhen'E was lying down on the ground, using the meditation mat as his pillow. Suddenly he heard she spat and said, "Why are you looking at my feet? Do you think my feet are for you to look? I'll dig your eyeballs out!"That soldier was so scared that his soul almost left him; 'bonk, bonk, bonk' he knocked his head on the ground. Huang Rong asked, "Tell me, why did you look at me washing my feet?"That soldier did not dare to lie; while still knocking his head he said, "Xiao De lit. little/lowly one deserves to die. Xiao De saw Miss' feet are very very beautiful "Ke Zhen'E was startled, he thought, "This thief male servant bird's death is imminent, he still has a lewd heart! I wonder if the little demon will pull his muscle out or peel his skin alive." Surprisingly Huang Rong only laughed and said, "A crude and stupid man like you knows what's good and what's ugly?" 'Bang!' the stick in her hand shot out and that soldier rolling around on the ground, but she did not pursue this matter further.The two soldiers ran to the rear courtyard with their tails between their legs, and did not dare to reappear. Ke Zhen'E stayed still, quietly waiting for what would happen next. He heard Huang Rong pacing back and forth in the main hall; she muttered, "Wang the Iron Spear's prestige shook the world in his era; in the end he was captured and decapitated. How could he flaunt himself as a hero? As some kind of warrior? Hmm, I am afraid this iron spear is not made of real cast iron."When he was little, Ke Zhen'E, along with Zhu Cong, Han Baoju, Nan Xiren, Zhang Asheng and the others, often came to this temple to play. Although they were kids, every one of them had already had exceptional strength; they took turn brandishing that iron spear to play. When he heard what Huang Rong had just said he opened his mouth, "Of course it is made of real iron; how can it be faked?""Hmm," Huang Rong stretched out her hand to pull out the iron spear; she said, "It is about thirty 'jin's catty; 1 jin = about 0.5kg. I have lost your iron staff and momentarily can not give you any replacement. Tomorrow we'll bid good-bye; we'll go our own ways. You don't have any weapon with which to defend yourself. Why don't you use this spear as temporary replacement of your iron staff?" Without waiting for Ke Zhen'E to reply she went out and took a large rock from the courtyard; 'bang, bang' she broke the spearhead and handed the pole over to him.Since his parents and brother died, Ke Zhen'E was inseparable with his six brothers and sister. Right now he did not have any relative left. Although he had been together with Huang Rong for only a day, unconsciously he felt that he hated to part with her; listening to her saying, 'Tomorrow we'll bid good-bye; we'll go our own ways' he suddenly felt something was lost. Absent-mindedly he received the iron spear, thinking that this spear was approximately the same size and weight as his lost staff, so definitely he could use this weapon. He also thought, "She gave me this weapon, so she did not have any evil intention."He heard her saying, "This is the 'tian qi sha dan san' powdered medicine made of tian qi lit. field/farm seven shark's gallbladder made by my father; it is very beneficial to your wound. You hate us father and daughter; whether you want to use it or not, it's up to you!" She handed the medicine pouch over to him. Ke Zhen'E held out his hand to receive it, and then slowly put it in his pocket. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. He hoped she would say something else, but she only said, "All right, let's take a rest!"Ke Zhen'E laid down on his side, with the iron spear by his side; his heart was filled with disquieting thoughts, how could he sleep? He heard the noisy crows on top of the pagoda eventually quiet down until all he could hear was silence everywhere. He did not hear her sleeping, but he heard her tossing and turning; it seemed like she was also restless.After half a day he heard she was reciting quietly, "Four weaving machines, the weaving of mandarin ducks desires to fly together right away. It's a pity not yet old but the hair on the head has turned white. When the green spring grass ripples in the deepest of dawn's cold; standing face to face taking a bath wearing red clothes."He heard she repeated the recitation softly, as if she was trying to understand its meaning. Ke Zhen'E did not understand literature, he did not understand what she was reciting, but he could hear the sadness in her voice, as if she was grieving of a heart break; he could not help but feel dazed.A long time passed. He heard her arrange some meditation mats for her bed; then she lay down and her breathing gradually slowed down, sounded like she was falling asleep. Ke Zhen'E gently stroked the iron spear by his side; all kinds of childhood memories came flooding back into his mind. He saw Zhu Cong with an old book in his hand, reading aloud with his head swaying back and forth. He saw Han Baoju and Quan Jinfa were riding on the idol's shoulders, pulling its beard; Nan Xiren and himself were pulling one end of the iron spear while Zhang Asheng was pulling the other end; they were playing tug-of-war with each other. At that time Han Xiaoying was only about four, five years old; two lengths of braided hair on her head, giggling and laughing, cheering over them. There were bright red ribbons on her braids, bobbing along as she moved her head. Suddenly everything turned pitch-black. Six sworn brothers and sister, his own brother, and his pair of eyes, everything was successively destroyed under Huang Yaoshi's and his disciples' hands. His heart was burned with hatred, which was very difficult to suppress.
