[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 7

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Chapter 30: Helping Kumārajīva

Actually, Mu Wanqing hadn't suffered much in the past few days. Duan Yu loved her dearly, but he had temporarily confined her to that courtyard in the city. Mu Wanqing felt wronged because of Zhang Xiaoyu.

From a young age, she had vowed that the first man to lift her veil and see her true face would either become her wife or kill him and then commit suicide. Zhang Xiaoyu seemed like a prince charming in every way. Although Mu Wanqing was aloof and indifferent to men, she was slightly moved when she saw Zhang Xiaoyu.

When Zhang Xiaoyu lifted her veil, Mu Wanqing's feelings were complex. There was a hint of joy and relief, but mostly she was at a loss. She had never had any contact with men since childhood and had always been instilled with the idea that no man was good. So, her mind was in turmoil; she only wanted to leave this man who gave her such a different feeling.

Later, when her panicked heart calmed down, she saw Zhang Xiaoyu with her beloved little sister, Zhong Ling. This was a huge blow to her.

At that moment, Mu Wanqing even considered killing this heartless man and then committing suicide, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Seeing the happy expression on Zhong Ling's face when she was with Zhang Xiaoyu, she left heartbroken.

Back home, Mu Wanqing found herself constantly thinking about Zhang Xiaoyu. She realized then that she had truly fallen in love with him, not because of her vow. But she kept waiting for Zhang Xiaoyu. She believed he should come to her, that he would lift his veil and see her face, and that since she couldn't kill him and couldn't bear to, he should marry her. But Zhang Xiaoyu never came, while Duan Yu constantly surrounded her, annoying her.

It's clear that Mu Wanqing's thinking is still quite immature. Leaving aside how others would know about her vow (except for Zhang Xiaoyu, who's practically a bug in this world), even if others knew, if they didn't like her or didn't want to marry her, it wouldn't be considered heartless or ungrateful.

Duan Yu, seeing Mu Wanqing in Zhang Xiaoyu's arms, felt a pang of heartache and sorrow. This must be the man Wanqing spoke of loving. Seeing the girl he had truly loved for the first time in another man's arms, and being powerless to do anything, Duan Yu felt extremely distressed.

Dao Baifeng, seeing her son's expression, also felt pain: "What a tragedy! Even if Mu Wanqing didn't love Zhang Xiaoyu, you two shouldn't be together." Dao Baifeng felt the best solution was to tell Duan Yu about his sibling relationship with Mu Wanqing, thus ending his feelings for her. Although it was hard to accept, a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one.

Dao Baifeng pulled Duan Yu to her side and whispered in his ear, "Yu'er, even if Miss Mu hasn't fallen for someone else, it's impossible for you two to be together. Do you know that Miss Mu is your half-sister? And that Zhong Ling over there is also your half-sister. Alas, this is all the sins your father committed." Although Duan Yu wasn't Dao Baifeng's biological son with Duan Zhengchun, Dao Baifeng wouldn't reveal this fact. In this world, besides her, only Zhang Xiaoyu knew that Duan Yu's biological father was Duan Yanqing.

Duan Yu was struck dumb, frozen on the spot. "Mother, this isn't true, it's not true! Tell me, this isn't true, you're lying to me, right? It must be like this, you're worried that I still can't forget Miss Mu, so you made up this story to deceive me. I only need to ask Father to find out." Duan Yu murmured to himself.

Dao Baifeng felt another pang of sadness. Duan Zhengchun was already dead; where could she ask him? "Yu'er, when have I ever lied to you? Your father was a womanizer in his youth. Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling's mother were Qin Hongmian, the Asura Blade, and Gan Baobao, the Pretty Night Demon, who were both infatuated with your father back then. Your uncle and the four guards all know these things, but we didn't know they actually had daughters." Yes, his mother had never lied to him, and he knew his father's character well; he was indeed a womanizer, leaving his mark everywhere. No wonder Wanqing's master had such a strange expression when she heard his surname was Duan, and that strange thing in front of Wanjie Valley—Duan Yu finally understood the reason for the things he had found strange before.

He never expected that the person he deeply loved was his own sister. Although he was still unwilling, Duan Yu had to face reality.

"If you don't treat Wan'er well in the future, I won't let you off, even if my martial arts are inferior to yours. Wan'er, take good care of yourself in the future." Duan Yu shouted at Zhang Xiaoyu and Mu Wanqing, then turned and left the palace, his figure looking so desolate.

Duan Yu knew that from this moment on, his feelings for Mu Wanqing could only be those of a brother and sister. For the first time, he shed tears for a woman. At the same time, he secretly vowed to master martial arts, so that even if he couldn't be with Mu Wanqing, he would silently protect her for the rest of his life.

(In the original book, Duan Yu was indeed a very devoted man, unlike Duan Zhengchun. Duan Zhengchun may have loved those women, but his love was selfish; he never wanted to give anything in return. Such love had no connection to responsibility, and to outsiders, it was even a lie. Duan Zhengchun was a womanizer, but he didn't give the impression of being a despicable person. Some call Duan Zhengchun's love "Duan's unwavering love"—whoever he met, whoever he was with, at that moment, that person was his only one, his true love. It was precisely because Duan Zhengchun was so promiscuous that he paid a heavy price. Fate played a cruel trick on him.) It's a strange irony: all his biological children are daughters, and his only son is another man's. On a stormy night, his wife, Dao Baifeng, seeking revenge for his infidelity, degraded herself in despair, submitting herself to the ugliest, most filthy, and most lowly man in the world. The reason the "slovenly beggar" had the good fortune to meet the "long-haired Guanyin" was because Duan Zhengchun was too promiscuous. Sincere love is truly moving, but excessive love doesn't necessarily lack sympathy. Duan Yu's love for Wang Yuyan was a distorted love! Therefore, he constantly gave, living and dying for her! Yuyan never loved Duan Yu. All she felt was guilt and a desire to repay a debt of gratitude! Even those repeated calls of "Duan Lang" sounded so clichéd and heartless! How many women had called Duan Yu that? Did Yu Yan truly love him when she changed her address from "Young Master Duan" to "Duan Lang"? Did she truly have feelings for him? Just like how she still called Murong "cousin" in the end, her feelings for Murong didn't change! She just hid them, giving the surface of her love to Duan Yu, to that pitiful wretch! Yu Yan was also pitiful; like Duan Yu, she didn't understand true love! She was perpetually and abnormally infatuated with Murong! She loved Murong, but she didn't understand him! Murong was destined for greatness! She saw... Unable to find love, she didn't appreciate the happiness around her. If she had understood sooner, she wouldn't have lacked love for Duan Yu! And there wouldn't be so many pitiful souls! Did she mistake her charity towards Duan Yu for love? She superficially transferred her love for Murong to him!

Watching Duan Yu's figure, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a pang of sadness. But this love was never meant to exist. Duan Yu was always a tragic figure in the face of love. Even if he met Wang Yuyan later, so what? They would still be siblings. Zhang Xiaoyu planned to tell him about his relationship with Wang Yuyan later, to prevent this poor man from suffering again.

(I don't know why, but what I'm writing today is a bit melancholic. I originally planned for Duan Yu to die too, but I just can't bring myself to do it to him.) Mu Wanqing didn't know she and Duan Yu were siblings. Seeing Duan Yu like this, and still calling her "Wanmei," she felt strange, but her joy at being with Zhang Xiaoyu quickly overcame it.

Dao Baifeng was worried about Duan Yu, fearing he might do something rash, and hurriedly chased after him.

The main hall was extremely quiet for a moment, when suddenly a eunuch entered, breaking the oppressive atmosphere. The eunuch reported to Duan Zhengming that Tianlong Temple had sent someone to fetch the four high monks to return, because the Tibetan monk from yesterday had returned.

Upon hearing "Tibetan monk," Zhang Xiaoyu realized it was Kumārajīva. He wondered what kind of trouble Kumārajīva had caused at Tianlong Temple yesterday. Knowing his behavior, he hoped nothing bad would happen. Thinking this, he quickly explained to Duan Zhengming that he knew Kumārajīva and inquired about yesterday's events.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoyu and Kumārajīva knew each other, Duan Zhengming told him about what had happened the day before.

It turned out that yesterday morning, Kumārajīva had sent a formal letter to Tianlong Temple, requesting the Six Meridians Divine Sword. The Six Meridians Divine Sword was the ultimate technique of Tianlong Temple, and arguably the Duan family's, and naturally, it couldn't be shown to anyone else.

In the afternoon, as the group was discussing matters, a foreign monk suddenly entered the temple's main hall. The monk bowed respectfully to Master Kurong and said, "This junior from Tibet, Kumārajīva, pays respects to the senior master. Permanence and impermanence, the twin trees, flourishing and withering, north, south, west, east—neither real nor empty!" Master Kurong was startled upon hearing this: "The Great Wheel King is indeed learned and profound; his reputation is well-deserved. He immediately revealed the origin of my meditation on withering." The Buddha Shakyamuni passed away between the twin Sala trees in Kushinagar. To the east, west, south, and north, there are twin trees, each with one flourishing and one withered, known as the "Four Withered and Four Flourishing Trees." According to Buddhist scriptures, the twin trees in the east represent "permanence and impermanence," the twin trees in the south represent "pleasure and non-pleasure," the twin trees in the west represent "self and non-self," and the twin trees in the north represent "purity and impurity." The flourishing and prosperous tree symbolizes the true nature of Nirvana: permanence, bliss, self, and purity; the withered and decaying tree represents the worldly reality: impermanence, lack of bliss, lack of self, and lack of purity. The Tathagata Buddha entered Nirvana amidst these eight states, signifying neither decay nor prosperity, neither illusion nor emptiness.

Master Kurong had spent decades meditating in a state of stagnation, yet he could only reach the state of being half-withered and half-flourishing, unable to attain the higher state of "neither withered nor flourishing, yet both withered and flourishing." Therefore, upon hearing the words of the Great Wheel King, he immediately became awe-inspiring and said, "Your Majesty has come from afar, and this old monk has not been able to greet you properly. Your Majesty is merciful." Kumārajīva said, "I have long admired the majesty of the Heavenly Dragon, and today I am greatly delighted to see your dignified appearance." Abbot Benyin said, "Your Majesty, please sit." Kumārajīva thanked him, sat down, and put his hands together, saying, "The Buddha said: 'Neither born nor dying, neither defiled nor pure.' This humble monk is dull-witted and unable to comprehend love, hatred, life, and death. I have a close friend in my life, a man from Suzhou in the Great Song Dynasty, whose surname is Murong Rong and whose given name is Bo. Years ago, I met him by chance, and we discussed martial arts and swordsmanship. This Mr. Murong is knowledgeable and proficient in all martial arts under heaven." "I received his guidance for several days, and many of my lifelong doubts have been resolved. I also received a superior martial arts manual from Master Murong, for which I am deeply grateful and will never forget. I never expected that this great hero would die young, and Master Murong has passed away. I have a request, and I hope the elders will have mercy on it." Abbot Benyin said, "The friendship between Mingwang and Master Murong was a matter of fate. Now that the fate has ended, why force it? Master Murong has passed away and is now in the Pure Land, worshipping Buddha at the Lotus Pond. Why should he care about martial arts in the human world? Isn't Mingwang's action superfluous?" "Abbot's guidance is indeed very wise. However, I am stubborn by nature. Even after forty days of seclusion, I still cannot sever my longing for my good friend. When Master Murong discussed the sword techniques of the world, he firmly believed that the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' of Tianlong Temple in Dali was the best among all sword techniques. I regret that I never got to see it, which is the greatest regret of my life." Kumārajīva said regretfully.

Benyin said, "Our temple is located in a remote area of the southern border. We are deeply honored to have received such favor from Mr. Murong. But I wonder why Mr. Murong did not come to request to borrow the Sword Manual in person back then?" Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva sighed deeply, his expression turning pale. After a long silence, he said, "Mr. Murong knew that this manual was the most precious treasure of your temple. If he had asked to see it directly, he certainly would not have been granted permission. He said that the Duan family of Dali, though emperors, had not forgotten the chivalrous spirit of the past, and were benevolent and loving towards the people, thus he could not easily resort to theft or force." Benyin thanked him, saying, "Many thanks to Mr. Murong..." "Praise. Since Master Murong thinks highly of the Dali Duan family, and the Ming King is his friend, we should remember Master Murong's last wishes." Kumārajīva said, "However, that day I boasted, 'I am the National Preceptor of Tibet, and have no kinship with the Dali Duan family. Tibet and Dali also have no close diplomatic relations. Since it is inconvenient for Master Murong to take it personally, I will do it for him.' A true man's word is his bond, even unto death. Since I made this promise to Master Murong, I will never break my word." As he spoke, he lightly clapped his hands three times. Two men outside carried in a sandalwood box and placed it on the ground. Kumārajīva flicked his sleeve, and the lid of the box opened without wind, revealing a small, gleaming golden box inside. Kumārajīva bent down, took out the golden box, and held it in his hands.

Benyin thought to himself, "We are outsiders, why would we covet rare treasures? Besides, the Duan family has been the rulers of Dali for over 150 years; surely they have enough gold and silver to play with?" But then he saw Kumārajīva lift the lid of the golden chest and take out three old books. He casually flipped through them, and Benyin and the others glanced at them, seeing that the books contained illustrations and text, all written in original ink. Kumārajīva stared at the three books, and suddenly tears streamed down his face, soaking his clothes; his expression was sorrowful, overwhelmed with grief. Benyin and the others were all greatly astonished.

Master Kurong said, "Your Majesty, your heart is still attached to your old friend, and your worldly ties are not pure. Do you not deserve the title of 'High Monk'?" Kumārajīva lowered his head, "Master, you possess great wisdom and supernatural powers, far beyond my reach. These three volumes of martial arts manuals were handwritten by Master Murong, explaining the essence, training methods, and countermeasures of the seventy-two Shaolin skills." Everyone was astonished: "The seventy-two Shaolin skills are renowned throughout the world. It is said that since the founding of Shaolin, only one other high monk in the early Song Dynasty mastered twenty-three skills; no one else has ever mastered twenty." That's all. It's already unbelievable that this Mr. Murong knows the essence of the seventy-two Shaolin secrets, let alone the methods to break them; that's even more incredible.” Then Kumārajīva continued, “Mr. Murong has bestowed these three extraordinary books upon me. After reading and studying them, I have benefited greatly. I now wish to exchange these three extraordinary books for the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual of your esteemed temple. If you, sir, would grant my request and allow me to fulfill my promise from years past, I would be eternally grateful.” Abbot Benyin remained silent, thinking, “If what is recorded in these three books is truly from Shaolin…” "The temple possesses seventy-two unique skills. Therefore, after obtaining this book, our temple's martial arts will not only rival Shaolin's, but will even surpass it. Tianlong Temple is well-versed in Shaolin's unique skills, while our temple's unique skills are unknown to Shaolin." Kumārajīva said, "When your esteemed temple bestows this precious scripture, you may keep a copy for yourself. The masters' generosity towards this humble monk extends to the departed, without harming themselves. Firstly, after receiving the precious scripture, this humble monk will immediately seal it securely, never peeking at it, and personally deliver it to Master Murong's tomb for burning. Secondly, your temple's superior skills will certainly not be circulated outside because of this. The masters of your temple possess profound martial arts knowledge..." "We no longer need to seek external assistance, but the stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade. The Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin Temple do indeed have unique secrets. Among them, the three finger techniques, 'Flower-Picking Finger,' 'Daluo Leaf Finger,' and 'Formless Calamity Finger,' have a mutual corroborating effect with your sect's One-Yang Finger. That's the third point." When Benyin and the others first saw his golden leaf letter, they felt that his demand for Tianlong Temple's treasured possession was too unreasonable and domineering. But now, listening to his explanation, it seemed quite reasonable and logical. It seemed that this action would greatly benefit Tianlong Temple without causing any harm. On the contrary, it was as if he himself was personally offering a generous gift. Master Benxiang was very willing to do things convenient for others and had already agreed in his heart. However, in terms of respect, there was his uncle, and in terms of position, there was the abbot. It was inconvenient for him to speak casually.

Kumārajīva continued, "This humble monk is young and inexperienced, and my words may not be credible to you all. I would like to first demonstrate three finger techniques from the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts before you all." He stood up and said, "Back then, I merely dabbled in these techniques on a whim, and my learning is quite rudimentary. I hope you will all offer your guidance. This finger technique is the 'Flower-Picking Finger.'" He lightly placed his right thumb and forefinger together, as if picking up a flower, a smile on his face, while his left hand flicked lightly to the right.

Everyone in the Muni Hall was a master of finger techniques, having dedicated their lives to their study. They watched as he moved his fingers with unparalleled gentleness. Each flick of his left hand seemed like flicking away dewdrops from a flower in his right hand, yet he was also afraid of shaking off the petals, his face always bearing a kind and gentle smile. After flicking dozens of times, he raised his right sleeve, opened his mouth, and blew into it. Instantly, pieces of cloth the size of chess pieces floated down from the sleeve, revealing dozens of holes. It turned out that his dozens of finger strikes were all made by lightly touching his own sleeves. The gentle force damaged the clothes, making them appear perfectly fine at first glance. Only when the wind blew did the power of his skill become apparent. Benyin, Benguan, Benxiang, Bencan, Emperor Baoding, and others exchanged glances, all secretly astonished: "With our skills, it wouldn't be difficult for us to tear clothes with a light touch of the One-Yang Finger. But to move the fingers so lightly and softly, and to use such divine power with a gentle smile, is beyond our capabilities. This finger strike is completely different from the One-Yang Finger. Its yin and soft internal power is indeed something we can learn from." Kumārajīva smiled and said, "I'm making a fool of myself. My finger strike is far inferior to that of Master Xuandu of Shaolin Temple. As for the 'Tara Leaf Finger,' I'm afraid my skill is even worse." He then turned and walked quickly around the wooden box on the ground, his ten fingers striking rapidly. Wood chips flew and bounced on the wooden box, and in an instant, the wooden box was reduced to pieces.

Emperor Baoding and the others were not surprised to see him crack the wooden box with his fingers, but they were alarmed to see that the hinges, copper plates, iron buckles, clasps and other metal parts of the box were all broken under his finger force.

Kumārajīva laughed, "This humble monk's use of the Tara Leaf Finger technique is overly forceful and lacks real skill." As he spoke, he concealed his hands within his sleeves. In a sudden attack, the pile of wood chips began to fly and leap, as if someone were constantly stirring and prodding them with an invisible, thin stick. Looking at Kumārajīva, his face remained gentle and smiling. His sleeves remained perfectly still, as if he were not fluttering at all. It turned out that his finger power emanated subtly from his sleeves, completely invisible. Benxiang couldn't help but exclaim, "The Formless Finger Technique truly lives up to its name! I admire it!" Kumārajīva bowed and said, "Master, you flatter me. The movement of the wooden piece is itself a form. To truly live up to its name, one must practice until it is formless and without form. Even with a lifetime of effort, it is not easy to achieve." Master Benxiang asked, "Among the extraordinary books left by Master Murong, is there a method to break the 'Formless Finger Technique'?" Kumārajīva replied, "Yes. The method to break it lies in your Dharma name, Master." Benxiang pondered for a while and said, "Hmm, using Benxiang to break the Formless Finger Technique is extremely brilliant." The four monks, Benyin, Benguan, Benxiang, and Bencan, were all deeply moved by Kumārajīva's demonstration of the three finger techniques. They knew that the three extraordinary books contained the world-renowned seventy-two Shaolin skills. Whether to exchange the diagrams of the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' for it was a matter of great hesitation.

Benyin said, "Uncle-Master, the King of Light has come from afar, his intentions are very sincere. How should we respond? Please advise." Master Kurong asked, "Benyin, what is the purpose of our practice?" Benyin was slightly taken aback by his uncle's question and replied, "It is for the purpose of spreading the Dharma and protecting the country." Master Kurong said, "When external demons come, if our cultivation is shallow, it will be difficult to enlighten them with Buddhist teachings. We will have no choice but to take action to subdue them. What kind of skill should we use?" Benyin said, "If we have no choice but to take action, we should use the One-Finger Divine Skill." Master Kurong then asked, "What level have you reached in your One-Finger Divine Skill?" Benyin's forehead was sweating as he replied, "This disciple is dull-witted and has not been able to make progress, only..." "You've reached the fourth rank." Master Kurong then asked, "In your opinion, compared to the Dali Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill, the Shaolin Ox-Flower Finger, the Doro Leaf Finger, and the Formless Calamity Finger, which is superior?" Benyin replied, "There is no superiority or inferiority in finger techniques, only differences in skill level." Master Kurong said, "That's right. If our One-Finger Divine Skill could reach the first rank, what would that be like?" Benyin said, "It's unfathomable, I dare not speak rashly." Kurong said, "If you lived another hundred years, what rank could you reach?" Sweat poured down Benyin's forehead, and he said in a trembling voice, "I don't know." Kurong said, "Could you reach the first rank?" Benyin said, "Absolutely not." Master Kurong then fell silent.

Benyin said, "Uncle-Master's guidance is very insightful. We can't even fully master our own One-Finger Divine Skill, what use are other people's martial arts manuals? The Great Wheel King has come from afar with great difficulty, please allow our temple to prepare a vegetarian feast to welcome him." In saying this, he was obviously refusing the Great Wheel King's request.

Kumārajīva sighed and said, "It was all my fault for speaking out of turn back then. Otherwise, with Master Murong dead, what difference would it make whether we obtained the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual or not? I'm being arrogant today, uttering a boastful statement: if the Six Meridians Divine Sword technique is truly as profound as Master Murong described, I fear that even with the manual, no one in your temple would be able to master it. And if someone did master it, then this sword technique might not be as wondrous as Master Murong imagined." Master Kurong said, "This old monk has doubts and wishes to consult the King of Light." Kumārajīva replied, "I dare not." Master Kurong... The master said, "Even the lay disciples of the Duan family are unaware that our temple possesses the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual. How did you, Master Murong, learn of this?" Kumārajīva replied, "Master Murong possesses profound knowledge of martial arts. He is intimately familiar with the secret techniques of various schools and sects, techniques often unknown even to the sect leaders themselves. This is the origin of the saying, 'Use their own methods against them,' of the Gusu Murong school. However, Master Murong never truly grasped the secrets of the Dali Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill and the Six Meridians Divine Sword, a regret he carried throughout his life." Master Kurong hummed in agreement and continued speaking. Emperor Baoding and the others thought, "If he learns the secrets of the One-Finger Divine Skill and the Six-Pulse Divine Sword, he will probably use them to retaliate against the Duan family." Abbot Benyin said, "My master has not received any guests for more than ten years. Your Majesty is a highly respected monk of our time, so my master made an exception to grant me an audience. Your Majesty, please." He stood up and gestured for the guest to be seen off. However

, Kumārajīva did not stand up and slowly said, "Since the Six-Pulse Divine Sword Scripture is merely a name without any practical use, why does your temple attach so much importance to it? This has damaged the harmony between Tianlong Temple and Dalun Temple, and harmed the diplomatic relations between Dali Kingdom and Tubo Kingdom." Benyin's expression changed slightly, and he asked sternly, "Does Your Majesty mean that if Tianlong Temple does not agree to exchange scriptures, Dali and Tubo Kingdoms will go to war?" Emperor Baoding had always dispatched a large number of troops to garrison the northwestern border to prevent Tubo Kingdom from invading. Hearing Kumārajīva's words, he listened attentively.

Kumārajīva said, "My Tibetan king has long admired the customs and culture of Dali and has long desired to hunt with your king in Dali. However, this humble monk believes that such an action would inevitably cause many deaths, greatly violating the compassionate nature of Buddhism. For years, I have been trying my best to dissuade him." Benyin and the others understood the underlying threat in his words. He was the Tibetan national teacher, and everyone in Tibet, from the king down, revered Buddhism, making it no different from Dali. Kumārajīva enjoyed the king's trust, and the decision of peace or war could largely be made by his word. It would be utterly unworthy to cause such bloodshed for the sake of a single scripture. Tibet was strong while Dali was weak; if war broke out, the overall situation would be precarious. But for him to threaten them like this, and for Tianlong Temple to offer up its most prized possession—what kind of decorum would that be?

Master Kurong said, "Since the Ming King insists on this scripture, how dare we be stingy? The Ming King is willing to exchange it for the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin Temple, but our temple dares not accept. Since the Ming King is already proficient in the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, and also skilled in the martial arts of the Great Snow Mountain Great Wheel Temple, he is probably invincible in this world." Kumārajīva put his hands together and said, "Master, do you mean that this humble monk should make a fool of himself?" Master Kurong said, "The Ming King said that our temple's Six Meridian Divine Sword Scripture is all talk and no action, and has no practical use. We will then use the Six Meridian Divine Sword to experience a few of the Ming King's high-level moves. If it is indeed as the Ming King said..." "This sword technique is all show and no substance, it has no practical use, so what's the point of its value? Your Majesty, please take the sword manual." Kumārajīva was secretly astonished. When he discussed the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" with Murong Bo years ago, he had a smattering of its meaning. It was purely about using internal force to wield invisible sword energy. No matter how miraculous or advanced the sword technique was, the ability to simultaneously wield six meridians of sword energy with one's internal force was beyond human capability. Now, judging from Master Kurong's tone, not only did he know it, but all the other monks also knew it. Tianlong Temple had been famous for over a hundred years, and it was indeed not to be underestimated. His expression had always been respectful, and now he bowed slightly, saying, "I am honored that the esteemed monks have displayed their divine sword skills, which has broadened my horizons." Abbot Benyin said, "What weapon does Your Majesty use? Please bring it out." Kumārajīva clapped his hands together, and a tall man walked in from outside the door. Kumārajīva said a few words, and the man nodded in agreement. He went to a box outside the door, took a bundle of Tibetan incense, handed it to Kumārajīva, and backed out the door.

Everyone was puzzled, wondering how such a fragile incense stick could be used as a weapon. They saw him pick up a stick of incense with his left hand, take some wood shavings from the ground with his right, gently pinch them together, and insert the incense stick into the wood shavings. He did this for six sticks, arranging them in a row, each about a foot apart. Kumārajīva sat cross-legged behind the incense sticks, about five feet away, and suddenly rubbed his palms together a few times, then waved them outwards. The six incense sticks lit simultaneously. Everyone was astonished, feeling that the power of this action was truly unbelievable. But then they smelled a faint smell of gunpowder and guessed that there was gunpowder at the tips of the six incense sticks. Kumārajīva did not light the incense with internal energy, but rather used his internal energy to rub the gunpowder, causing the incense sticks to burn. Although this was indeed a difficult task, Emperor Baoding and the others believed they could accomplish it with their efforts.

The smoke from the incense was a vibrant green, with six straight green lines rising gently. Kumārajīva, his palms clasped like spheres, channeled his inner energy, and the six green smoke trails slowly curved outwards, pointing respectively at Kurong, Benguan, Benxiang, Benyin, Bencan, and Emperor Baoding. This palm strike was called the "Flame Blade," ethereal and elusive, yet capable of killing without consequence—truly formidable. This time, his only aim was to obtain the scriptures, not to harm anyone. Therefore, he lit six incense sticks to demonstrate the direction and movement of the incense, firstly to show his confidence, and secondly to convey his compassion, indicating that he was merely testing martial arts skills and not seeking to kill.

Six wisps of green smoke stopped three feet in front of Benyin and the others. Benyin and the others were startled, thinking that forcing the green smoke and sand with internal force was difficult, but suspending these drifting, unpredictable wisps in mid-air was ten times more difficult. Bencan extended his left little finger, and a stream of energy shot out from his Shaochong acupoint, pointing towards the green smoke in front of him. Forced by this internal force, the smoke column rapidly shot back towards Kumārajīva. When it reached two feet in front of him, Kumārajīva's 'Flame Blade' internal force intensified, preventing the smoke column from advancing further. Kumārajīva nodded and said, "As expected, the Six Meridians Divine Sword indeed contains the 'Shaoze Sword' style." After several exchanges of internal force, Master Bencan knew that if he remained seated, he would be unable to unleash the full power of the sword technique. He immediately stood up, took three steps diagonally to the left, and launched a diagonal attack from left to right with the internal force of his left little finger. Kumārajīva deflected the attack with his left palm, instantly blocking it.

Ben Guan raised his middle finger, thrusting the "Zhongchong Sword" forward. Kumārajīva shouted, "Good! It's the Zhongchong Sword Technique!" He blocked with his palm, facing two opponents without flinching.

Duan Yu sat before Master Kurong, glancing sideways, intently watching this once-in-a-millennium sword duel in the martial world. Although he didn't understand martial arts, he knew that these high monks were using internal energy to fight with swords, and its danger and power far surpassed that of actual weapons. Fortunately, Kumārajīva had lit six incense sticks, allowing him to discern the sword and saber techniques of the three from the drifting green smoke. After watching a dozen or so moves, he realized, "Ah, that's it! Master Ben Guan's Zhongchong Sword Technique is exactly as depicted in the diagram." He gently opened the Zhongchong Sword Technique diagram, comparing the sword moves with the diagram amidst the swirling green smoke, understanding it immediately without any difficulty. He found the same thing when he looked at Ben Guan's Shaoze Sword Technique. However, Zhongchong Sword was wide and powerful, while Shaoze Sword was unpredictable and subtle.

Seeing that his fellow disciples were unable to gain the upper hand despite their combined efforts, Abbot Benyin thought that their swordsmanship was still immature and their moves were easily exhausted. He decided that the sooner the six of them made their move, the better. This Great Wheel King was extremely intelligent; he was clearly observing Benguan and Bencan's swordsmanship, not using his full strength for offense or defense. He immediately said, "Brothers Benxiang and Benchen, let's all make our move." He extended his index finger, and the 'Shangyang Sword Technique' was unleashed, followed by Benxiang's 'Hechong Sword' and Emperor Baoding's 'Guanchong Sword,' three sword energies striking the three streams of green smoke simultaneously.

Benyin, Benxiang, and Emperor Baoding had also finished their sword techniques. Benxiang flicked his little finger, using the move 'Parting Flowers and Willows,' the second time he had used this sword technique. Kumārajīva nodded slightly, and following Benyin and Emperor Baoding, their swordplay had to evolve from the old techniques. Suddenly, a hissing sound rang out in front of Kumārajīva, and the power of the 'Flame Blade' surged, forcing back the internal energy from the five sword techniques.

It turned out that Kumārajīva had initially adopted a defensive stance, intending to observe all the moves of the Flash Meridian Divine Sword before counterattacking. This shift from defense to offense resulted in five swirling and dancing streaks of green smoke, incredibly agile. The sixth streak of green smoke, however, remained stationary three feet behind Master Kurong. Master Kurong wanted to see through his weaknesses, to see how long he could hold out with five attacks followed by a pause, so he refrained from attacking. Sure enough, Kumārajīva's efforts to maintain control of the sixth streak of green smoke consumed a great deal of internal energy, and finally, the streak of green smoke moved inch by inch closer to the back of Master Kurong's head.

Master Kurong turned his hands around, simultaneously pressing out with both thumbs, producing two sharp hissing sounds as he separated Kumārajīva's right chest and left shoulder. Instead of defending against the enemy's advance, he dispatched two separate groups of warriors to launch a surprise counterattack. He anticipated that Kumārajīva's Flaming Blade would slowly build up its internal energy, and that it would take some time before it could truly injure him. If Kumārajīva struck first, he could catch him off guard.

Kumārajīva, however, was meticulous in his planning and had already prepared a palm strike in front of his chest. He had only anticipated the fierce attack of the Shaoshang Sword, but he hadn't expected Master Kurong to unleash two swords simultaneously, attacking from two directions. Kumārajīva raised his palm to block the sword aimed at his right chest, then pushed off with his right foot and shot backward. But no matter how fast he retreated, he couldn't keep up with the lightning-fast sword energy. With a soft sound, his monk's robe was torn at the shoulder, and blood gushed out. Kurong's two fingers retracted, and the sword energy withdrew, snapping six sticks of Tibetan incense at the waist. Benyin, Emperor Baoding, and the others also withdrew their fingers and stopped their swords. They had been fighting for a long time without success and had been secretly worried. Only now did they feel relieved.

Kumārajīva strode into the room and smiled, "Master Kurong's Zen skills are extraordinary; I greatly admire them. As for the Six Meridians Divine Sword, it is indeed just a name without substance." Abbot Benyin said, "How can it be a name without substance? I would like to learn more." Kumārajīva said, "What Master Murong admired back then was the sword technique of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, not its sword formation. While the sword formation of Tianlong Temple is indeed very powerful, at most it is only comparable to the Arhat Sword Formation of Shaolin Temple and the Chaos Sword Formation of Kunlun Sect. It doesn't seem to qualify as an unparalleled sword technique." By calling it a 'sword formation' rather than a 'sword technique,' he was implying that the other party's six people attacked together, forming a formation, rather than one person wielding the Six Meridians Divine Sword, just as he wielded the Flaming Blade.

Abbot Benyin felt that what he said was indeed reasonable and had no way to refute it. Benyin coldly laughed, "Whether it's swordsmanship or sword formation, in the previous duel, who won, the Ming King or our Tianlong Temple?" Kumārajīva did not answer, closing his eyes and silently chanting. After a short while, he opened his eyes and said, "Your temple had a slight advantage in the first battle, but in the second, this humble monk seems to have a chance of winning." Benyin was startled and asked, "The Ming King still wants to fight a second battle?" Kumārajīva said, "A true man keeps his word. Having already promised Mr. Mu Rongyi, how could I back down in the face of difficulty?" Benyin asked, "Then how does the Ming King have a chance of winning?" Kumārajīva smiled slightly and said, "You are all deeply learned in martial arts; surely you can guess what I'm about to do? Please accept my challenge!" With that, he slowly pushed out both palms. Kuru, Benyin, Emperor Baoding, and the other six simultaneously felt two streams of internal energy attacking them from different directions. Benyin and the others all felt that they could not block the attack with the Six Meridians Divine Sword technique, so they all used both palms to block the two palm forces. Only Master Kurong pressed down with both thumbs and used the Lesser Yang Sword technique to receive the enemy's internal force.

After unleashing his palm strike, Kumārajīva immediately withdrew, saying, "Excuse me!" Benyin and Benguan exchanged glances, understanding each other perfectly: "He can generate several forces simultaneously with one palm strike. If Uncle-Master Kurong's Shaoshang Twin Swords attack in combination, he can withstand it even if he goes all out. We, however, must abandon our swords and use our palms. This Six Meridians Divine Sword is clearly no match for his Flaming Blade." After two wins and one loss, a third round was inevitable. Seeing the dejected expressions on the faces of Benyin and the others, Master Kurong realized that winning the third round would be difficult as well. He then spoke to Kumārajīva, saying, "It's getting late. Why don't you rest at the temple for the night, and we can continue the third round tomorrow?" Kumārajīva appeared unconcerned, but he had fought with all his might to win the previous round and was worried about his stamina in the third. He was overjoyed to hear Master Kurong's suggestion, "In that case, let's continue tomorrow afternoon. This humble monk has a place to rest freely in the city, so I cannot trouble you masters. Farewell." With that, he turned and left Tianlong Temple.

Duan Zhengming recounted the events of yesterday to Zhang Xiaoyu in detail.

It seemed the story had deviated from the original plot; in the original book, Master Kurong burned the Six Meridians Divine Sword Technique. Regardless, this Kumārajīva still held considerable value; it was unclear how well the Blood Fiend Sect had infiltrated Tibet. However, Kumārajīva's status in Tibet was very high, and he would be of great help to Duan Zhengming in the future.

"Your Majesty, Kumārajīva is preparing for the third match today. Let's return to the temple now," Abbot Benyin said to Duan Zhengming.

"Your Majesty, as far as I know, Kumārajīva is not a bad person, and he holds a high position. I know him, so perhaps I could step in and resolve this grievance?" Zhang Xiaoyu said to Duan Zhengming.

"Actually, we don't want a conflict with Kumārajīva either. Since Xiaoyu wants to resolve it, then you should try," Duan Zhengchun said, also wary of Kumārajīva. Since Zhang Xiaoyu knew Kumārajīva, resolving the conflict would be best.

Chapter 31: Obtaining the Sword Manual

The group arrived at Tianlong Temple together. Upon entering the main hall, Zhang Xiaoyu saw Kumārajīva sitting there, accompanied by an old monk. The old monk looked very old, and Zhang Xiaoyu thought he must be Master Kurong. Sure enough, the monks who entered, along with Duan Zhengming, all stepped forward to pay their respects to the old monk.

Kumārajīva was pleased to see Zhang Xiaoyu and greeted him with a smile, "Young Master Zhang, you've come too. It's been several days since we last met, and this humble monk has missed you dearly." Zhang Xiaoyu felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps rose on his skin. Although Kumārajīva's words didn't mean that, Zhang Xiaoyu still felt uncomfortable.

"Master, I've been a guest at the Dali Royal Palace these past few days. Today I learned of a disagreement you had with the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple, so I came to see what was going on. I wonder if you could speak with me privately?" Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to have a proper talk with Kumārajīva. He couldn't just force the issue like this. If they fought again today, and those old monks unleashed their Six Meridian Divine Sword, Kumārajīva was destined to lose. If he were injured, the feud between the two sides would escalate,

putting Zhang Xiaoyu in a difficult position. Kumārajīva rose, gestured to Master Kurong, and followed Zhang Xiaoyu outside.

"Master, you were so irrational yesterday! You came to ask for something, but you acted like you were robbing someone," Zhang Xiaoyu asked Kumārajīva.

"I regretted it yesterday. When I was in Tibet, I was always respected. I only needed to say what I wanted and someone would give it to me. Over time, I became a bit arrogant. Yesterday, I had a disagreement with some of the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple. In a fit of anger, I took action. Alas, today I see that they are prepared, but I can't turn back now," Kumārajīva said to Zhang Xiaoyu with a ashamed expression.

"Master, I've come here today to resolve the conflict between you and Tianlong Temple. To be honest, it's not a big deal. I have a good relationship with Baoding. I'll explain to the monks once we're inside, and you can apologize as well. I think that will resolve the matter." Kumārajīva hesitated for a moment. After all, he was of high status, and he still felt a bit uneasy about apologizing to a few monks. After a moment, Kumārajīva seemed to have come to his senses and said to Zhang Xiaoyu, "In that case, I'll trouble you, Young Master Zhang." "Master, you're too kind. I took a liking to you from the first time I met you. If you don't mind, how about we address each other as brothers?" Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to take this opportunity to bring Kumārajīva to his side. With Kumārajīva's help, Tibet could rest assured.

"Haha, very good, this humble monk also greatly admires you, young brother. In fact, this humble monk also had the same thought in mind, but I am a monk, and you are an outstanding person, I was afraid you wouldn't agree, which would be awkward. Now that you also have this thought, this humble monk is overjoyed, how could I say anything about stirring things up?" Kumārajīva both liked and admired Zhang Xiaoyu, and Zhang Xiaoyu's words were exactly what he wanted.

"In that case, from now on I will call you elder brother, and elder brother can call me second brother, no need for any more formalities." Zhang Xiaoyu firmly bound Kumārajīva to his side, and thinking about meeting Qiao Feng in the future and recognizing him as his second brother, he felt a little excited, as he greatly admired this heroic figure.

"But I really can't let go of the matter of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. I always keep my word," said Zhang Xiaoyu. "Brother, why don't you leave this matter to me? I'll see if I can borrow the Six Meridians Divine Sword. If not, then don't be so persistent. Not everything we say has to be kept. As long as we do our best, we can have a clear conscience." "Second brother, you are indeed insightful. As long as we do our best, we can have a clear conscience. That makes a lot of sense. I am ashamed. I have been studying Buddhism for decades and still can't figure it out. I am truly ashamed." At this, Kumārajīva admired Zhang Xiaoyu even more.

"Brother, you flatter me," Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, feeling smug. When it came to reasoning, he had a whole basketful of ideas.

After discussing the matter, the two went inside. Zhang Xiaoyu winked at Duan Zhengming, who was looking at him. Duan Zhengming understood and whispered in Ku Rong's ear.

Ku Rong nodded after hearing this, clearly willing to resolve the conflict, as a rift would be detrimental to Dali.

Seeing Ku Rong's agreement, Zhang Xiaoyu walked to the center of the hall and said, "Esteemed monks, I am Zhang Xiaoyu, a junior monk. This matter has nothing to do with me, and I have no right to speak. However, I am an old acquaintance of the Great Ming King, and we have sworn brotherhood. Now that this has happened, my elder brother is truly regretful. Yesterday, he acted impulsively and disrespectfully towards Tianlong Temple. I have just spoken with him, and I think we should all let this go." He then tugged at the sleeve of Kumārajīva beside him.

Kumārajīva quickly stepped forward and apologized to the monks, saying, "This humble monk acted impulsively and did something foolish. I beg your forgiveness, esteemed monks." He had given them face, and the monks of Tianlong Temple had a way out; the matter was resolved satisfactorily.

Ku Rong summoned a young monk and instructed him to arrange rooms for everyone. Just as he was about to leave, Duan Zhengming stopped him and called out to Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu, unsure of Duan Zhengming's intentions, followed him into a side room. Once

inside, Duan Zhengming recounted Duan Zhengchun's situation and the suppression of the rebellion to Ku Rong. Ku Rong felt a pang of sorrow upon hearing this. "I never imagined my Duan family would encounter such a predicament. We were fortunate to escape danger this time, thanks to Young Hero Zhang. If you ever need anything in the future, the Duan family of Dali and Tianlong Temple will certainly lend a hand." No need for "later," Zhang Xiaoyu thought with delight. He had just promised to help Kumārajīva obtain the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and now the opportunity had arrived. He believed that as long as he spoke up, the old monk wouldn't go back on his word.

"Master, I'm truly sorry to say, but I do have a matter that requires your assistance," Zhang Xiaoyu said, feigning difficulty.

"Young Master Zhang, please speak freely. You have saved our country, and as long as it doesn't violate the temple rules, we will do our best to help you no matter what." Zhang Xiaoyu respectfully said to Ku Rong, "My elder brother, Kumārajīva, is a very persistent man. If he doesn't fulfill his promise to Murong Fu, it will become a regret in his heart and a sin in his future. This will inevitably affect his understanding of Buddhist principles and the improvement of his cultivation. Therefore, I humbly request that you, Master, forward a copy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual. I would be eternally grateful." Ku

Rong was in a dilemma upon hearing this. This matter did not violate the temple rules, but it was too difficult for him. The ancestral precepts of the Six Meridians Divine Sword forbade its transmission to outsiders. Although Kumārajīva only said to burn it, who knew what might happen in the meantime?

"Young hero, this matter has put this old monk in a difficult position. Our ancestors passed down an order that the Six Meridians Divine Sword was created by our Duan family ancestors with all their heart and soul, and it must never be passed on to outsiders. Even within the Duan family, the selection of those who learn the Six Meridians Divine Sword is very strict. Although the Great Wheel King only wants to borrow the handwritten copy to burn, if anything goes wrong, please forgive me, young hero." "What does Master think of my martial arts?" Zhang Xiaoyu knew that Ku Rong was worried that Kumārajīva might steal the sword technique, and he was also afraid that something might happen and the sword manual would be taken away.

"Young hero's martial arts cultivation is astonishing to this old man. Even I am not as good as him." Ku Rong could not see Zhang Xiaoyu's martial arts cultivation. In this case, either Zhang Xiaoyu had not learned martial arts, or he was far superior to him, and even he could not perceive it.

"Then Master thinks my cultivation is higher than that of the Great Wheel King?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked again.

"Although the Great Wheel King's martial arts are formidable, young hero's cultivation is still superior to his," Ku Rong replied truthfully.

Zhang Xiaoyu then turned to Duan Zhengming and asked, "What does Your Majesty think of Xiao Yu's character and conduct? Is he trustworthy?" "Of course, Xiao Yu's character is certainly trustworthy; I can guarantee that," Duan Zhengming replied, unsure why Zhang Xiaoyu was asking him this, but still truthfully stating his thoughts. Ku Rong also looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a puzzled expression.

"Alright, since that's the case, Master Ku Rong, could you please give me the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual? I will take it to Murong Bo's grave to burn. If anything unexpected happens, I will risk my life to ensure the manual doesn't fall into the wrong hands," Zhang Xiaoyu assured Ku Rong confidently.

Ku Rong hesitated again. This method was good, but he still felt uneasy.

"Of course, we won't ask the master for the sword manual for no reason. All the unique skills that Mingwang and the master mentioned yesterday can be given to Tianlong Temple. Is that alright?" No cat can resist a good offer. Giving them such a great benefit, eliminating their worries, Zhang Xiaoyu believed that Kurong wouldn't be foolish enough to refuse.

Kurong spoke righteously yesterday, saying that he hadn't mastered the One-Finger Divine Skill and didn't need to learn other martial arts. But in reality, he thought that the One-Finger Divine Skill and the Six Meridians Divine Sword required extremely high internal strength, and with their current level, they had little hope of ever mastering them. He said that to save face for Tianlong Temple. Now, with only a few people around, even outsiders wouldn't know, and they could even repay Zhang Xiaoyu's favor.

"Young hero, your kindness to the Duan family is greater than heaven. Since that's the case, this old monk will disobey the ancestral precepts once," Ku Rong said righteously.

Damn, this monk is getting a good deal and then acting innocent. Zhang Xiaoyu found it laughable; he hadn't expected the seemingly antiquated Ku Rong to be so shrewd.

He had the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but he still had to personally deliver it to Murong Bo, that faked-death guy, to burn—what a hassle. Wait, isn't Wang Yuyan and her daughter living over there? The most beautiful woman in Tianlong! He could go take a look, and if possible, win her over. But it wouldn't be that simple. Neither Wang Yuyan nor her daughter were easy targets. Wang Yuyan was deeply in love with Murong Fu, and Madam Wang was ruthless. Just thinking about it terrified Zhang Xiaoyu. He'd better see how things went. At worst, he could use the Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique. Although it was somewhat despicable, at least he would bring them happiness, which was better than their current situation.

Chapter 32: Understanding True Love.

After resolving the matter, Ku Rong said to Duan Zhengming, "Zhengming, your decision to become a monk may have to be postponed. Zhengchun is no longer here, and Yu'er is still young and doesn't understand the court. Besides, you've just quelled a rebellion; stability is paramount now." "I understand. I'll gradually familiarize Yu'er with court affairs, and once he understands, I'll pass the throne to him." Although Duan Zhengming didn't want to be emperor, the current situation left him no choice. "

Hmm, I see Yu'er has good aptitude. The Duan Clan's situation is worrying. Although we've thwarted the Blood Fiend Sect's plot, we don't know what other moves they might make. I plan to help Yu'er learn the Six Meridian Divine Sword, although it will affect our internal strength. But once Yu'er masters the Six Meridian Divine Sword, we won't have to worry anymore." Ku Rong's intentions were truly profound. Duan

Yu would ultimately have to learn the Six Meridian Divine Sword, Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself. Although his appearance had thrown things into disarray, the general direction of the events in the book remained unchanged. He felt somewhat guilty towards Duan Yu, so he decided to help him this time.

"Master, is there anything I can do to help? I feel very guilty about what happened to Young Master Duan. These things are more or less related to me, so please feel free to ask if you can help me." Master Kurong had also been troubled by this situation. He had originally wanted Duan Zhengming to help Duan Yu practice the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but Duan Zhengming's skill was insufficient, and if anything happened, everyone would suffer. Now Zhang Xiaoyu had stepped forward, but helping Duan Yu would affect his own cultivation.

"Young hero, this matter will affect your cultivation. You should think carefully before you speak." Kurong was, after all, a monk, and his heart was kind. He would never cause harm to others for his own personal matters.

"No need to think about it, Master. I only want peace of mind. I hope you will allow me to do this." Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care much about losing some cultivation; he could always find a few bad guys to absorb some later.

"Then thank you very much, young hero. Please go back to your room and rest. I'll go find Yu'er

and bring her over. Once she's ready, I'll send someone to inform you." Ku Rong's usually calm face showed a hint of appreciation for Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu arrived at his room with the help of a monk. The young monk had arranged a private courtyard for Zhang Xiaoyu and the women. The environment was nice and quiet, and no one would disturb them.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked to a door and suddenly heard the sound of water inside. What was going on inside? Zhang Xiaoyu listened for a while at the door and thought that someone must be taking a bath. Zhang Xiaoyu felt a sudden urge and poked a hole in the window paper with his finger. He peeked through the hole and exclaimed, "Wow!" There was a screen inside, completely blocking out the beautiful view.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't want to leave like this. He gently pushed open the door and entered the room. His eyes fell on the table. Scattered on it were several pieces of women's undergarments, suggesting two people were involved – either Xin Shuangqing and her apprentice, or Gan Baobao and her daughter.

Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the undergarments; one pair was slightly damp, indicating they had been worn and had just been removed. He held them to his nose and took a deep breath. A mature woman's scent mingled with a young girl's fragrance. Yes, it was Gan Baobao and her daughter's. Zhang Xiaoyu had served them countless times; the scent of their private parts was all too familiar.

He twisted the undergarments in his hands, inhaling deeply, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

For some reason, Zhang Xiaoyu found himself strangely interested in these pieces of underwear. Was he perhaps a lingerie fetishist? How wicked!

"Who's outside?" Gan Baobao, hearing the voice outside, asked quickly. She knew that whoever had entered the room was no stranger, so she wasn't particularly flustered.

Hearing the voice, Zhang Xiaoyu panicked, not knowing why. He quickly stuffed the undergarments he was holding into his clothes and said, "It's me." "Brother, you're here! Do you want to bathe with us?" Zhong Ling asked sweetly when she saw it was Zhang Xiaoyu.

"No, you two bathe. I'll go out first," Zhang Xiaoyu said hastily and fled. He was worried that the two women would see him defile their underwear. Although they were both his wives, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't want them to know that he was interested in women's underwear.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards the room the monk had told him about, his heart racing the whole way. This was so abnormal. Wasn't this just childish? But Zhang Xiaoyu found it incredibly exciting.

Zhang Xiaoyu returned to the room, took out the underwear of Gan Baobao and Zhong Ling, smelled it, and slowly put it into his pants.

After Zhang Xiaoyu left, Gan Baobao and Zhong Ling also came out of the bathtub. They changed into new clothes and went to collect their old clothes, only to find that their underwear had disappeared.

"Hey, Mom, where did our underwear go?" Zhong Ling asked curiously.

Her husband must have taken it. He was the only one who came in earlier, and she had no idea what he wanted their underwear for. Gan Baobao, being from ancient times, had no idea about underwear fetishes.

"Hmm, I put it away. You go and rest first. I'll go wash the clothes I took off." Although she didn't know what Zhang Xiaoyu wanted with her underwear, since he had secretly taken theirs, there was no need to tell Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling knew Zhang Xiaoyu was back, and of course she wanted to go find him. They hadn't done their daily ritual for the past few days, and Zhong Ling was really missing him. "I'm not going to sleep. I want to go find my husband. Mom, let's go together. It's been several days since we've had any exercise. Mom, you should too!" Gan Baobao blushed. This girl never seemed to know how to hold her tongue. "He's been busy all day; he must be very tired. Let him rest well tonight." Gan Baobao wanted to ask about the underwear herself, wondering what Zhang Xiaoyu was up to. She wanted to see if she could help him out.

"Oh, alright then, let my husband rest for the night. I'll definitely visit him tomorrow." Zhong Ling was a little sullen, but still went to bed to rest.

"Mom went out to do laundry, you go to sleep," Gan Baobao told Zhong Ling and left the room.

Gan Baobao went to Zhang Xiaoyu's door and pushed it open, walking straight in. Zhang Xiaoyu was currently using Gan Baobao and her daughter's underwear to cover his genitals, his pleasure growing stronger. Suddenly seeing Gan Baobao enter the room, he shuddered and ejaculated.

Gan Baobao stared blankly at the embarrassed Zhang Xiaoyu, not understanding what he was doing. Was her underwear more attractive than herself?

"Baobao, hehe, you're here." Zhang Xiaoyu put down the underwear stained with white discharge and asked shamelessly.

"Husband, so it really was you who took my and Ling'er's underwear. I even helped you lie to Ling'er that I cleaned it up," Gan Baobao walked to Zhang Xiaoyu's side, sat on his lap, and said seductively. Gan Baobao didn't believe she was less attractive than underwear.

"You really are my darling, your husband loves you to death." Anyone can say sweet words, the more disgusting they are, the more effective they are.

"Then how will your husband thank me?" Gan Baobao's eyes were full of seductive charm.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled, hugging Gan Baobao from behind and kneading her full breasts a few times. He said, "What do you think? Your husband has already given you his body, what else is there to be reluctant about?" "Husband, you're so annoying!" Gan Baobao pouted, her coquettishness utterly captivating Zhang Xiaoyu. Although Zhang Xiaoyu had already released his pent-up desire, his erection immediately returned.

Gan Baobao sensed the change below and suddenly reached out to grab Zhang Xiaoyu's erection, saying coquettishly, "Baby hasn't received your touch for several days, you must reward me properly today." "Alright, as long as you can handle it all, baby, your husband will give it all to you today." As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoyu unbuttoned Gan Baobao's outer garment.

Gan Baobao noticed the door she had forgotten to close when she came in and said shyly, "Husband, the door isn't closed yet." "No need to close it, didn't we always do it together in the garden before?" Zhang Xiaoyu grinned mischievously, kneading Gan Baobao's shapely buttocks.

"What if someone sees us? This is a sacred Buddhist sanctuary, my husband," Gan Baobao was still worried. There were many monks outside, and she would be too ashamed to face anyone if she were seen.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled and swept Gan Baobao into his arms, his large hand slipping between her legs from under her skirt. Gan Baobao was very shy and hurriedly stopped Zhang Xiaoyu's hand, saying, "Husband, please close the door, okay?" Zhang Xiaoyu smiled mischievously, "Baobao, don't you find it exciting to do it while worrying about being discovered? Besides, if you can't hold on any longer, just shout a few times, and your sisters will come to your aid." "Husband, you're such a lecher, even in a Buddhist sanctuary you indulge in lust... but... but thinking about it, it's actually quite exciting. Husband, you're so amazing, you even thought of such a method." As she spoke, Gan Baobao's tightly closed legs slowly relaxed, allowing Zhang Xiaoyu's hand to enter smoothly and gently massage the woman's most delicate area.

"My husband's methods are excellent, and his technique is even better!" Gan Baobao bit her cherry lips, her delicate body lying in Zhang Xiaoyu's arms, unable to help but tremble. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, and the strength in her hands suddenly increased.

"Wife, please be gentle, hold on a little. If you hurt Xiaoyu, not only your sisters, but even your daughter won't let you off the hook!" Gan Baobao was afraid of really hurting Zhang Xiaoyu, so she quickly let go.

After the hand that had given him pleasure left, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a surge of displeasure and quickly placed Gan Baobao on the bed. By this time, Gan Baobao was already in the mood, and Zhang Xiaoyu could feel the moisture on his fingers.

Zhang Xiaoyu gently removed Gan Baobao's long dress, revealing her snow-white and delicate shoulders, a pink undergarment, and her high, firm breasts heaving, as if they could burst through the undergarment at any moment. "

So beautiful," Zhang Xiaoyu praised, looking at Gan Baobao with admiration. Meanwhile, his hand didn't stop, moving down her snow-white neck, past her alluring breasts, across her round and lovely navel, until it reached her plump, beautiful buttocks.

Gan Baobao couldn't help but let out a long, soft moan, gently twisting her plump, fragrant buttocks in rhythm with Zhang Xiaoyu's caresses. At this moment, she was already lost in passion, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a seductive gaze, her cherry lips slightly parted, letting out a loud, breathy cry that stirred Zhang Xiaoyu's heart.

These past few days had been so busy that Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't had a chance to be intimate with the other women. Under Gan Baobao's temptation, he quickly stripped off his clothes and pressed himself against her delicate body. Zhang Xiaoyu kissed Gan Baobao's small mouth, and Gan Baobao's small, delicate tongue, like a clove, swirled inside his mouth. Zhang Xiaoyu's erect penis pressed against her soft, flat abdomen.

Gan Baobao lifted one leg and wrapped it around Zhang Xiaoyu's waist, positioning her smooth, beautiful vulva directly against his erect penis. Zhang Xiaoyu, holding her plump buttocks, thrust forward, and Gan Baobao's body followed suit. With a soft "plop," and a delicate cry from Gan Baobao, Zhang Xiaoyu's penis plunged into her beautiful, mature, and alluring vulva.

Gan Baobao clung tightly to Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders, thrusting her body forward with force. Zhang Xiaoyu held Gan Baobao's voluptuous waist with one hand and embraced her soft, smooth, and plump vulva with the other. Her ample buttocks swayed as his massive penis thrust forcefully into her flower-like opening. Gan Baobao's tight, wrinkled inner walls of her flower-like opening gripped Zhang Xiaoyu's penis, her small petals tightly enveloping it. Their tongues collided and intertwined.

Zhang Xiaoyu pulled Gan Baobao into a tight embrace, and Gan Baobao wrapped her plump arms around his neck, her shapely legs entwined around his waist. Her flower-like opening tightly enveloped his penis, her half-wet black hair billowing behind her with each thrust.

Gan Baobao's long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around Zhang Xiaoyu... Zhang Xiaoyu's enormous dragon was tightly inserted into Gan Baobao's flower garden, and Gan Baobao's flower garden tightly enveloped Zhang Xiaoyu's enormous dragon. Zhang Xiaoyu held the plump and beautiful Gan Baobao in his arms, his dragon inserted into her flower garden. "Ah...ah...so big...ah...so full...so swollen...ah..." Gan Baobao's soft moans were full of satisfaction, her beautiful face slightly contorted. Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his dragon into the warm, deepest part of her flower garden. Gan Baobao's soft, smooth, and elastic breasts pressed against Zhang Xiaoyu, her fleshy and bouncy nipples pressing against Zhang Xiaoyu's chest. Trembling, Gan Baobao's slender, beautiful legs slightly bent, gently supporting her vulva to meet Zhang Xiaoyu's movements, allowing each of his thrusts to be solid.

Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his massive member powerfully, penetrating as deeply as possible into Gan Baobao's flower garden. "Mmm...mmm," Gan Baobao let out a captivating moan, her pretty face burning hot, making her appear even more shy and alluring. Her smooth, jade-like arms wrapped around Zhang Xiaoyu's waist. Her alluring eyes revealed a hazy gaze as Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and caressed her firm, fleshy buttocks. His lower abdomen slammed against her tender belly, his massive member thrusting deep within her tight walls.

"Ah...ah...oh...I...can't...take it...I'm going to cum again..." Gan Baobao's face showed a tearful expression. Zhang Xiaoyu hoisted her pink legs onto his shoulders and thrust downwards forcefully. The semen squeezed out of her flower-like opening flowed down with the dragon's semen, soaking her fragrant grass.

"Ah...almost there...ah..." Gan Baobao let out a wanton sob. She bent her soft, moist penis forcefully, shaking her round, pert buttocks to match Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusts. Her petite, delicate feet swayed on Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders, tracing beautiful arcs.

Just then, Zhang Xiaoyu stopped and instead kissed her fair neck. Gan Baobao's smooth back pressed tightly against Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu smelled the fragrance of Gan Baobao's hair and rubbed her tender white breasts with his hands. Gan Baobao closed her eyes and enjoyed the caresses. Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her soft earlobe and sucked on her sensitive neck.

"Ah... um... um... ah..." Gan Baobao moaned beautifully. Zhang Xiaoyu's right hand left her mature, full, and alluring buttocks, slowly moving towards her vulva to gently caress it. His left hand continued to knead and knead her soft breasts. Zhang Xiaoyu gently stroked Gan Baobao's clitoris with his fingers, the light touch eliciting sensitive moans from her. She twisted her soft, delicate body desperately, while Zhang Xiaoyu's fingertips tenderly caressed and repeatedly kneaded her surroundings. He lowered his head and gently kissed the breasts his left hand was kneading, while his right hand touched her small clitoris.

Gan Baobao repeatedly thrust her fleshy buttocks forward, looking pitiful . Her cries of "Oh...husband...hurry...don't...torture me...ah...quick...give it to me...oh..." echoed.

Zhang Xiaoyu withdrew his dragon from Gan Baobao's wet flower chamber. As the dragon's head gently rubbed against her petals, Gan Baobao couldn't help but raise her waist to swallow the dragon's head. As Zhang Xiaoyu forcefully and slowly inserted his dragon, Gan Baobao's petals automatically sucked it in.

The folds of flesh inside her flower chamber convulsed in wave-like spasms, tightly gripping the dragon. Zhang Xiaoyu felt a tightening in his scrotum, and his pent-up dragon essence continuously pounded against the dragon's head. Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his dragon urgently.

"Ah...I want you to shoot inside me...ah...I want it..." Gan Baobao cried out excitedly, her breath coming in rapid gasps as she whispered into Zhang Xiaoyu's ear. Zhang Xiaoyu finally couldn't hold back any longer, his pent-up semen gushing out, striking heavily against the deepest part of Gan Baobao's flower-like interior.

"Ugh...I can't take it anymore...you're killing me...ah...so good...ah..." She gripped Zhang Xiaoyu tightly with both hands, lifting her buttocks and writhing lasciviously, moaning incoherently, before collapsing onto Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder.

"Husband, you're amazing today! You brought me to heaven so quickly, it felt so good, ah!" Zhang Xiaoyu's hot, primordial energy continued to erupt, bringing Gan Baobao waves of pleasure once more. Gan Baobao trembled almost convulsively, her hands tightly wrapped around Zhang Xiaoyu's neck, fully enjoying the passionate pleasure.

After a long while, Gan Baobao gradually calmed down. She nestled happily in Zhang Xiaoyu's arms, gently stroking his strong chest, and said joyfully, "Husband, it feels like I can be like this every day. Being with you is the greatest happiness of my life. If there is an afterlife, I would still want to be your wife, and I would give you my pure body." Gan Baobao knew that Zhang Xiaoyu didn't mind that she wasn't a virgin when they were together, otherwise Ling'er wouldn't exist, but it was a regret in her heart.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, just held Gan Baobao tightly, letting her feel his love for her.

Gan Baobao felt Zhang Xiaoyu's overwhelming love and exclaimed excitedly, "Yu Lang, before I met you, I never imagined I could be this happy. Your appearance changed everything. Baobao loves you, I really love you so much!" "I love you just as much," Zhang Xiaoyu replied affectionately. "Meeting you is a blessing from heaven. You are now an indispensable part of my life. And Ling'er, Shuangqing, Pei'er, Hongmian, Yumei—you are all my most precious and indispensable people. Only when each of you is by my side is my life complete. Without any one of you, I can't bear it." Who says that only loving one person constitutes love? Who truly understands love? It is an emotion, an abstract spiritual existence; no one can define love by a single standard.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu was filled with deep love, embracing Gan Baobao's body that drove men wild, his mind clear, devoid of any desire.

Their love was elevated, and their souls merged under the influence of the Yin-Yang Creation Technique, establishing a telepathic connection. If one of them was in danger or experienced any strong emotional fluctuations, the other would be able to sense it.

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