Great Compassion Knife

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The Golden Lock Jade Gate Hand was a small grappling technique that Duan Songqiao derived from the Chaotic Cloak Saber Technique. Gao Zhenwu, because this martial art didn't suit his temperament, only learned it so-so. Zhuo Xing's Chaotic Cloak Saber Technique was poor, but his mastery of the Golden Lock Jade Gate Hand was truly remarkable. Gao Zhenwu's waist knife had just been taken by Zhenxiu, and he couldn't immediately recall the move. But after hearing Zhuo Xing's explanation, he thought back and realized that Zhenxiu had drawn a circle in the air with one hand, grabbing his wrist and taking the knife away—it was the seventh move of the Golden Lock Jade Gate Hand, "Spring Breeze Doesn't Pass," though the exact position was slightly different. He exclaimed, "Exactly! That's exactly the 'Spring Breeze Doesn't Pass,' but you didn't execute it properly!"

Zhenxiu smiled slightly. Gao Zhenwu criticized his execution of "Spring Breeze Doesn't Pass," but if Gao Zhenwu had actually used it as he had learned it, he probably wouldn't have been able to disarm him. Just as he was about to explain, Xu Jingtang suddenly asked, "Master Zhenxiu, what is the connection between your master and my master?"

Zhenxiu still smiled and said, "Benefactor Xu has probably already guessed that your master's martial arts are actually a variation of my master's Great Compassion Saber Technique."

Upon hearing this, Gao Zhenwu cursed, "Bald monk, stop spouting nonsense! My master's Chaotic Cloak Saber Technique is a family heirloom..." Before he could finish, Xu Jingtang stopped him, saying, "Junior Brother Gao, let Master Zhenxiu finish."

Zhenxiu nodded slightly to Xu Jingtang and said, "Family..." "My master took refuge in the Three Jewels at the age of three and practiced the Four Formless Absorptions. By the age of seventeen, he had gained nothing from Zen, but by chance, he comprehended a sword technique. Because my master lost his father at a young age, during meditation, greed, anger, ignorance, and attachment arose one after another, making it impossible for him to calm his mind. Although he tried his best to meditate, the inner demons clashed, and the sword technique he comprehended

was extremely murderous and sinister. My master knew he was gradually falling into demonic ways and was greatly disappointed in Zen, even contemplating suicide." Xu Jingtang knew that the master he was referring to was the mysterious and unpredictable Yinzong. According to Zhuge Yang, Yinzong was extremely murderous and a demonic monk, but according to Zhenxiu, he was a highly accomplished monk who practiced asceticism. However, he was unaware that Buddhist practice had many taboos; sometimes, when inner demons raged, one could go astray and become possessed by demons, and the path of seeking enlightenment through meditation would instead lead to demonic possession. Therefore, Buddhist monks often needed disciplinary monks with staffs to protect them during meditation.

Zhenxiu continued, “My master had resolved to end his life. When he drew his sword, the new moon was just rising. That crescent moon reflected on the Great Compassion Sword like a teardrop. My master suddenly realized the truth and forged the Great Mercy Sword. It turns out that the Great Compassion Sword Technique had entered the demonic path, and the Great Compassion Sword itself was the mark of a demon. The two complemented each other, and the sword technique became like a wailing ghost crying in the night, sinking deeper and deeper into the demonic path.”

Xu Jingtang was completely bewildered, but he vaguely felt that Zhenxiu’s words seemed to make sense. Suddenly, Zhuo Xing said, “Then the Great Mercy Sword is the sword of the benevolent?”

Zhenxiu nodded and said, “Exactly. Entering the demonic path is also seeking the Dao, but one must not lose one’s upward aspirations. The Great Compassion Sword is like a long, dark night, while the Great Mercy Sword is like an ever-burning lamp, constantly illuminating the mind.”

Zhenxiu’s words became more and more mysterious, but Zhuo Xing suddenly said, “Exactly, exactly, haha, haha.” He laughed and danced with joy. Gao Zhenwu flicked Zhuo Xing on the head with his finger and scolded, "Master is resting, what's wrong with you?" Zhuo Xing covered his head and said, "I was happy because what Master Zhenxiu said seemed to be exactly what I thought."

Xu Jingtang ignored their commotion and asked, "What does that have to do with my master?"

Zhenxiu sighed, "After my master comprehended these two sword techniques, although he knew that demons and evil are intertwined, and that the Great Compassion Sword should be used to suppress the ferocity of the Great Mercy Sword, human strength is ultimately limited. Although the Great Compassion Sword has the aspect of restraint, the Great Mercy Sword, as the master's swordsmanship deepened, even had the intention of counter-restraint. Therefore, from the age of 23 to 31, my master practiced the Vajra Immovable Zen for eight years, often using killing to vent the demonic energy in his heart, so as not to fall into demonic possession."

Xu Jingtang exclaimed, "Ah!" and said, "Can one kill while practicing Zen?" He only knew that Buddhism forbade killing, but he had never heard of anyone using killing to attain enlightenment.

Zhenxiu smiled slightly and said, "Nanquan Cat and Zhaozhou Shoes, evil methods should be sought through evil."

Xu Jingtang didn't say anything more, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong. Gao Zhenwu asked, "And then what happened?"

Zhenxiu said, "To resolve this knot in his heart, my master went to Shaolin Temple, wanting to prove Zen through martial arts. In the Bodhidharma Hall, he debated with twelve eminent monks, which led to the deaths of five masters and even caused the then abbot of Shaolin, Master Huiqie, to be moved to tears. How wonderful."

He spoke lightly, but Xu Jingtang knew that it was not so simple. Yinzong must have had a great battle with those eminent monks in the Bodhidharma Hall, not just a verbal debate. And the fact that Shaolin could unite with the other six major sects to besiege Yinzong meant that Yinzong had probably also gone to those six sects to verify "Zen teachings," and those six sects had suffered losses. This Yinzong could fight against seven major sects single-handedly; his martial arts must have reached an unknown level. Even his two disciples, Tanguang and Zhenxiu, were already first-rate masters. At this moment, he increasingly felt something was amiss, noticing his palms were damp with sweat.

Zhenxiu continued, "My master has traversed the world, his martial arts growing ever stronger, but his inner demons have also intensified. Now, the Great Compassion Blade can no longer subdue the Great Sorrow Blade; his mind is darkening. Even with great wisdom to sever karmic ties, he lacks the courage he once had to commit suicide. And just then, the seven major sects, including Shaolin and Wudang, came knocking

. For my master, these many masters were like rain after a long drought. This battle, in my master's words, was the most exhilarating battle of his life." Xu Jingtang shuddered. He had witnessed Ye Lingsu and Bai Shen's martial arts, a level he could never even dream of, yet Yinzong could fight against so many alone. He asked, "Did your master lose this battle?"

Zhenxiu suddenly smiled and said, "What does it matter if we win or lose? At that time, everything was peaceful and bright, but my master was covered in wounds, looking at the corpses strewn all over the ground, and suddenly he laughed."

At this moment, everyone in the room felt a chill run down their spines. Zhuo Xing asked, "Are all the attackers dead?" But as soon as he said it, he realized something was wrong. Ye Lingsu and Bai Shen had both participated in that siege, but they had both escaped unscathed. It seemed that although the seven major sects suffered heavy casualties in this siege, Yinzong was

no match for so many opponents and had indeed lost. Zhenxiu continued, "At that time, Master Bai Shen of the Shaolin Sect shouted at my master: 'Yinzong, you have killed countless people, and today you will not escape justice.' He imitated Bai Shen's speech, directly saying his master's name, and his face showed no abnormality." Zhuo Xing interjected again, "Was it Master Bai Shen?" "Bai Shen came to offer birthday wishes this time, but he was taciturn and didn't say a word for a long time. Zhuo Xing couldn't believe that the Bai Shen of the past would be so boisterous. Zhen Xiu nodded and said, "That's right. Master Bai Shen was known as 'Thunderbolt' among the 'Three Steeds of Shaolin.' He had a terrible temper and a very loud voice."

Xu Jingtang was stunned. He never imagined that Bai Shen was such a person. Just as he was about to ask what happened later, Zhen Xiu continued, "My master's mind is now clear." He said to Master Bai Shen, "Brother Bai Shen, if I am killed by you today, would that be fair?" Master Bai Shen shouted, "Although my martial arts are not as good as yours, I have justice in my heart. Today I will definitely defend the righteous path and eliminate evil, and kill you, you demon." Master Bai Shen's Shaolin Temple practiced Mahayana Buddhism, but although Master Bai Shen's martial arts were strong, his Buddhist knowledge was not very good. He must not have understood my master's sharp words. Master Ye shouted, "Bai Shen, don't say anything more to him, just kill him! Master Ye's swordsmanship is extremely strong. The first wound my master suffered was inflicted by Master Ye. However, Master Ye was also slashed by my master and is now lying on the ground unable to get up."

Zhen Xiu paused here and said, "Master Bai Shen's internal strength is extremely strong, and since he uses his fists, his injury isn't serious." He then stepped forward, exhaled a long breath, and was about to throw a punch. Master Bai Shen's Hundred-Step Subduing Ox Divine Fist could shatter stone tablets; this punch was enough to knock down even an ox. My master, severely injured and knowing he couldn't withstand the punch, sighed and said, "Master Baishen, I know my sins are grave, even falling into the deepest hell wouldn't atone for them. If the Qing Dynasty wants revenge, I have nothing to say." Zhuo Xing suddenly exclaimed, "Brilliant plan! Brilliant plan!" Just as he shouted, Gao Zhenwu flicked his forehead again, saying, "What nonsense are you spouting? You know nothing." Zhuo Xing clutched his head, somewhat unconvinced, and said, "Master Baishen's punch was powerful, but this Master Yinzong must still have the strength to strike again. He just couldn't get close. He wanted to use words to make his opponent careless, and then strike successfully."

Zhenxiu smiled and said, "This young benefactor is indeed right. Alas, my master was probably already on the demonic path at that time. When Master Baishen saw my master waiting to die, he couldn't help but slow down his punch. The Great Compassion Blade in my master's hand was five feet long. When Master Baishen slowed down, the tip of the blade pierced into Master Baishen's heart."

Zhuo Xing exclaimed "Ah!" again. Although he had guessed that Yin Zong would have the power to retaliate, he hadn't expected his attack to be so vicious. He didn't care that Gao Zhenwu was hitting him on the head again, and shouted, "Actually, in a mutually destructive situation, cutting off a hand or making a cut would be enough. A stab to the heart is a bit excessive."

Zhen Xiu said, "Indeed, young benefactor, you do have wisdom. When my master stabbed Master Baishen in the heart, he suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart. All his competitiveness and high spirits vanished. Master Baishen's attack was quite benevolent, but my master's strike showed no mercy. Even though Vajra Zen doesn't shy away from killing, this strike was clearly a desperate counterattack, not the Vajra Zen's use of a knife to prove Zen. My master, heartbroken, heard Master Baishen curse: 'Bastard, shameless!'" "Lord Baishen is unworthy of being a monk; his cursing is so rude. I truly don't know where he learned it. Though his voice is weak, his voice is surprisingly forceful. My master thought Master Baishen was surely dead, but seeing that he was unharmed, he immediately realized that Master Baishen's mind must be biased to the right. My master has meditated for many years, and at this moment, he suddenly seemed to have an epiphany. He burst into laughter, told Master Baishen and Master Ye that he would never step out of Tiantong Temple again, and then used the Great Compassion Sword as a crutch to leave."

It turned out that on that day, Yinzong had won a great victory in the fierce battle, but seeing that Baishen had survived the stab wound, he suddenly felt a stirring in his heart. He realized that his years of dry meditation had not yielded any enlightenment, and suddenly he had an epiphany. He immediately laughed loudly, left some wound medicine for the wounded, and said that if anyone wanted to find him, they should go to Tiantong Temple in Ningbo. After saying this, he picked up his sword and left. Baishen saw that he could have easily killed everyone on his side, yet he left instead, leaving him completely puzzled. In this battle, only he and Ye Lingsu remained from the seven major sects, both covered in wounds and in a sorry state. After discussing the matter, they still didn't know Yin Zong's true intentions. Ye Lingsu suggested gathering her fellow disciples to storm Tiantong Temple and tear Yin Shou to pieces, but Bai Shen said that Yin Zong seemed to have reformed, and since he would never set foot outside Tiantong Temple again, it was better to help others. Therefore, for many years, no one knew that such a master was hidden within Tiantong Temple. After this battle, Yin Zong indeed disappeared without a trace, never to be seen again. Even Bai Shen had completely ceased his travels in the martial world. Twenty-seven years passed, and the once spirited heroes were now old and frail, but unexpectedly, the events of twenty-seven years ago were stirred up again.

After hearing Zhenxiu recount this secret from twenty-seven years ago, Xu Jingtang was bewildered and asked, "Could it be that Master committed countless acts of slaughter with the Great Compassion and Great Mercy swords merely to prove his Zen mind?"

Zhenxiu replied, "That's right."

Xu Jingtang thought it absurd; killing so many people just for a Zen principle that couldn't even be explained, yet Zhenxiu seemed unconcerned. Just as he was about to speak again, Gao Zhenwu asked, "What exactly does this have to do with my master? Why do you say that the Chaotic Cloak Sword Technique originated from the Great Compassion Sword?" Zhenxiu

smiled slightly and said, "This battle resulted in mutual casualties because my master's Great Compassion Sword had been lost somewhere. Since my master had attained enlightenment, that sword was naturally no longer in his heart. However, the sword was engraved with a Great Compassion Sword Manual. If it were learned by an unorthodox practitioner, it would inevitably lead to more slaughter. Therefore, he repeatedly mentioned it to us. It was only because of this lingering thought that, although my master had broken through the dualistic attachments of self and others, he ultimately failed to understand..." The Way of Heaven and Man. Until a few years ago, my senior brother went out on business and saw that Duan Gong's Chaotic Wind Blade Technique and the Great Compassion Blade Technique had similarities. Only after discussing it did he realize that the Great Compassion Blade was actually in Duan Gong's possession.

Xu Jingtang frowned and said, "Master Zhenxiu, I'm afraid that's not true. My master never mentioned this. Perhaps there's another reason..."

Zhenxiu smiled slightly, picked up the golden knife on the table, and everyone was startled, thinking he was about to make a move. Zhenxiu, however, held the knife and exclaimed, "This is the starting stance of the Great Compassion Blade." Then he demonstrated each move. Gao Zhenwu saw that his swordsmanship was very similar to the sixty-four forms of the Chaotic Wind Blade Technique he had learned, only the direction and power were slightly different. After the thirty-six forms of the Great Compassion Blade Technique were finished, Xu Jingtang felt as if he had been plunged into ice water.

Although the Chaotic Wind Blade Technique had eighteen more forms than the Great Compassion Blade Technique, the rest could be said to be almost identical to the Great Compassion Blade Technique. Xu Jingtang had no more doubts at this point, but he said aloud, "Master Zhenxiu, don't blame me for judging you with a petty mind. Your martial arts are extraordinary. I just saw my junior brother Gao perform a 'Disorderly Cloak' sword technique. It's not impossible for you to create a sword technique based on that on the spot." He knew that if everyone knew that Duan Songqiao's famous Disorderly Cloak sword technique was actually a modified version of the Great Compassion Sword Technique, the Forging Peak Hall would probably have no reason to operate in the martial arts world. Although he was afraid that Zhenxiu would be angry, he could at least get away with it. But Zhenxiu just smiled faintly and didn't say anything more. He placed the golden sword on the table and praised it, saying, "What a fine golden sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhenxiu suddenly flicked the blade with his left index finger. The golden sword made a "hum" sound and suddenly broke in two at the root.

This golden sword was forged from fine steel, as thick as an axe used for chopping wood. Unexpectedly, the blade was merely an exquisitely crafted scabbard. With a slight bend, a two-foot-long sword was drawn from it.

Xu Jingtang's heart sank. He had vaguely guessed what Zhenxiu had said, but he hadn't expected Zhenxiu to have guessed as well. Zhenxiu held up the short sword and examined it, smiling, "My master told me that the Great Compassion Sword feels as smooth and warm as jade. When he was young, he had a close relationship with Master Duan while forging swords. Before the siege by the seven major sects, he stayed at the Forging Hall, and Master Duan praised the Great Compassion Sword highly upon seeing it. It's a pity that Master Duan, having acquired some swords, encased them in ordinary iron, thus concealing their sharpness. What a pity!"

This sword wasn't particularly bright; its light was rather dim. The blade was covered with fine lines, many inscriptions, presumably the Great Compassion Sword manual. The sword wasn't sharpened, yet it appeared extremely sharp. Xu Jingtang thought to himself, "No wonder Master said he wanted to return this knife to Tan Guang. He was being cunning. Tan Guang is much dumber than Zhenxiu; he didn't even notice. Alas, Zhenxiu did." With that, he had no doubts about what Zhenxiu said.

Zhenxiu looked at the knife and smiled, "Twenty-seven years later, it's returned to its rightful owner. Esteemed benefactors, my master's matter is settled; this humble monk will take his leave."

He turned to leave. Gao Zhenwu shouted, "Hey monk, are you leaving like this?"

Zhenxiu said, "Does Benefactor Gao have anything else to say?"

Gao Zhenwu shouted, "Your junior brother killed the young master of the horse farm, as well as Master Ye, Master Baishen, Young Hero Huang of the Eagle Soaring Sect, and others, and injured my master. This grudge is not to be easily forgiven!"

At this time, the bodies of Ye Lingsu and Baishen and the others had already been collected in the outer room, ready to be returned to their original place. A pile of coffins stood neatly arranged in the outer room, a sight that sent chills down one's spine. Zhenxiu glanced at him and said, "It seems Senior Brother has made further progress, hehe."

Gao Zhenwu had only thought Zhenxiu was good at saying polite things, but he was taken aback by his words and asked, "What progress?" He immediately realized Zhenxiu meant that Tan Guang's Zen teachings had advanced further. He snorted and said, "Killing people like flies, does that make you a monk?"

Zhenxiu stopped and said, "In the kingdom of Varanasi, there was a butcher named Guang'e who killed countless sheep every day. Upon seeing the Buddha Shariputra, he received the eight precepts for a day and a night. Because of this, upon his death, he was reborn as the son of Vaishravana, the Northern Heavenly King."

He was reciting a passage from the Nirvana Sutra about Guang'e. Guang'e was a butcher who killed countless sheep every day, but upon seeing the Buddha, he attained enlightenment. Zhenxiu's use of this sutra was clearly meant to say that killing does not hinder one's attainment of Buddhahood. Xu Jingtang and the others had never studied Buddhism and did not know what he was reciting, but they sensed a deeper meaning in Zhenxiu's words, though they could not quite grasp what it meant.

Zhenxiu continued, “Zen mind is everywhere; killing is not killing, and not killing is killing—originally, there is no difference. Senior brother has better aptitude than me; he has already passed the Vajra Zen test, which is truly enviable.”

Xu Jingtang, hearing him say that killing was also enlightenment, almost felt a bit like laughing and crying. This Zhenxiu's martial arts were superb; whether he was deluded by Zen or truly a high monk, he had seen through all appearances. Just as he was about to find another rebuttal, Duan Songqiao in the inner room suddenly cried out again. Xu Jingtang was startled and hurriedly rushed into the inner room, calling out, “Master! Master!” He saw that Duan Songqiao was still unconscious, muttering, “Haha, my swordsmanship is the best in the world! Haha!” He must have dreamt that his martial arts were unparalleled, invincible in the world. Xu Jingtang felt a pang of sadness and tucked Duan Songqiao in. Just as he tucked the blanket in, he heard Duan Songqiao shout, "Master Shi, back then your horse farm always had the upper hand over me, but now my business is bigger than yours, and my Chaotic Cloak Blade Technique is also a notch above yours. Do you admit it or not? Haha." His eyes were closed, but he spoke these words very fluently.

Stepping outside, Zhenxiu asked with some concern, "Benefactor Xu, is your master alright?"

Xu Jingtang replied, "He's fine."

Zhenxiu sighed, "The Great Compassion Blade can lead to enlightenment, but the Great Mercy Blade can also lead to demonic possession. Entering the path of enlightenment or demonic possession is merely a matter of a single thought."

At this moment, Duan Songqiao's cursing on the bed grew increasingly fierce, hurling insults at several martial arts sects that also forged swords, even saying that if he mastered martial arts, he would wipe out those sects completely. Some of the sect leaders had quite a good relationship with Duan Songqiao, and they had sent people to celebrate his birthday. If Xu Jingtang hadn't overheard Duan Songqiao's ramblings, he would have always thought his master was a gentleman, constantly yielding to the aggressive man in business. Little did he know that his master harbored such thoughts. The more he listened, the colder he felt. Duan Songqiao's cursing eventually turned to his disciples, saying they were useless and far inferior to his long-dead son. Xu Jingtang was the eldest disciple, and Duan Songqiao scolded him the most fiercely. Xu Jingtang had always revered his master, but now, hearing his master's words interspersed with vulgarities, he was no different from an ordinary petty thief in the underworld.

Zhenxiu, seeing Xu Jingtang's face flush red and then pale, gently patted his shoulder and said, "Master Duan isn't actually that bad. It's just that his use of the Great Compassion Blade was chaotic, and it resonated with my senior brother's Great Sorrow Blade Technique. Alas, he's now speaking his mind."

Duan Songqiao, usually cautious and taciturn, was now talking incessantly, as if he had become a different person.

The more Xu Jingtang listened, the more heartbroken he became, but hearing Zhenxiu's words, he sighed and said, "Even if Master thinks that way, it's understandable. When there's trouble, disciples should do their duty. We disciples are all too unambitious, Second Junior Brother, don't you think so?"

Gao Zhenwu and several junior brothers nodded in agreement. Seeing the displeasure on their faces, Zhenxiu knew they had heard Duan Songqiao's curses and understood their master's true feelings towards his disciples, and were greatly disappointed.

He hung the Great Compassionate Blade at his waist and smiled, "Esteemed benefactors, no one is perfect, who can be without fault?"

He turned to leave, and Xu Jingtang knew he wouldn't return. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he called out, "Master Zhenxiu, what fault is this?" Zhenxiu was startled and turned back, saying, "What do you mean, Benefactor Xu?" His face still held a faint smile. Xu Jingtang said, "Besides killing people, Tan Guang also abducted my junior sister. Is this enlightenment? If Master Zhenxiu insists this is enlightenment, then I have nothing to say. But such actions are no different from those of a demon." "He said it aloud, but a lingering fear remained in his heart. Zhenxiu's martial arts were so strong that even all his fellow disciples combined couldn't defeat him, yet he couldn't keep quiet about it.

Zhenxiu's body trembled violently, but he still smiled and said, 'Is that really true?' Xu Jingtang said, 'We are all ordinary people, we don't understand any profound truths. We only know that killing is punishable by death, and debts must be repaid—these are the ultimate principles. Even if the master has a great path, we believe in the laws of nature.' Zhenxiu lowered his head and remained silent. Gao Zhenwu saw that Zhenxiu's shoulders were also trembling, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He took a step back and whispered, 'Senior brother, don't provoke him. Tan Guang is his junior brother.' Xu Jingtang sneered, 'He says killing is also a form of enlightenment, but I only know that Buddhism is vast, not so vast that it can abduct women!'" Zhenxiu suddenly raised his head and smiled, "Benefactor Xu, there's no need to provoke me. The Great Way does not violate the principles of Heaven. As the saying goes, lust is empty talk. If Junior Brother really does such a thing, then it is because his murderous intent has stirred up his inner demons, and he has already entered the path of lust. I must cleanse the sect for my master." Xu Jingtang was overjoyed that Zhenxiu agreed so easily and immediately bowed, saying, "Thank you, Master Zhenxiu. The Buddha's teachings are boundless, but the principles of Heaven are not without human sentiment. Master, you have put aside your own family for the sake of upholding righteousness in the martial arts world. You are truly a person of great wisdom and courage." Xu Jingtang spoke with utmost seriousness, but Zhenxiu remained silent, her face still bearing a smile. However, Xu Jingtang noticed a hint of worry flashing in her eyes. After

seeing Zhenxiu to her guest room for a rest and tea, Xu Jingtang returned to the inner hall. His master, Duan Songqiao, was still unleashing a torrent of profanities, gradually escalating to vulgar language. He called out the names of many of his beloved female and male disciples, sometimes praising a female disciple for her slutty figure, her round breasts, and how she experienced ecstasy in bed, and other times accusing a male disciple of having ulterior motives. He coveted his concubine and wife, but only blamed Xu Jingtang for his poor martial arts skills and incompetence, without mentioning anything else. Xu Jingtang felt slightly relieved and quickly called his junior sisters to escort their master to a quiet bedroom so that no one would hear Duan Songqiao's increasingly filthy thoughts.

Just as they settled Duan Songqiao on the large bed, Duan Songqiao suddenly grabbed Xu Jingtang's arm beside him and mumbled, "Quick, quick, go to the studio and check if the gold and silver in my bookcase are still there. Don't let those sluts run off with it." Xu Jingtang obeyed, his mind a turmoil of emotions. Having witnessed such a erotic scene, his desire had been ablaze, but the subsequent brutal swordplay of the Great Compassion Blade had left him horrified and his lust instantly extinguished.

Now, his junior sister had been kidnapped, his master's wife was in disarray, and his master was mentally unstable. Thinking of the three beautiful, wanton, naked female warriors he had just seen in the studio, he felt a mix of emotions.

There were no guards at the studio door. He took his master's key and opened it. A familiar, warm fragrance wafted in. Inside, the folding chair and bench had been tidied up. Only a tea set lay on the large round table. The three female warriors—Zhou Chunyan, the heroine of Jingxiang; Xu Fengjiao, the swift-blade flying phoenix; and Li Yanhong, the jade maiden of Hainan—sat neatly dressed around the table, drinking tea and admiring several paintings and calligraphy works. It was a scene of quiet elegance.

Xu Jingtang bowed deeply, apologized for the intrusion, and then opened the bookcase behind the corner wall. In the hidden compartment, several gleaming gold ingots weighed down a thick stack of silver notes. Beside them, in a brocade box, several enormous pearl chains were arranged in a row, along with a dozen or so ruby and sapphire-encrusted beaded flowers on the brocade, and several pieces of mutton-fat jade lay to the side.

This was his master's collection accumulated over many years. Xu Jingtang's eyes burned with desire, but he dared not look too long. He quickly grabbed a few silver notes, put them in his pocket, pulled the latch, and closed the hidden compartment.

The three women were Zhou Chunyan, the heroine of Jingxiang; Xu Fengjiao, the swift-blade flying phoenix; and Li Yanhong, the jade maiden of Hainan. Xu Jingtang walked to the table and looked at the three women's figures—some beautiful, some delicate, some voluptuous—and their still slightly flushed, fair faces. His penis swelled even more.

He couldn't be rash. Xu Jingtang bowed again and recounted the events outside the door to the three women, explaining that his master was injured and could no longer entertain them. He welcomed them to stay for a few days, and if they wished to leave, his master had instructed that they be provided with travel expenses.

"How is your master injured?" "Is it serious?" Hainan Jade Maiden Li Yanhong asked eagerly.

Xu Jingtang looked down at Li Yanhong's long, beautiful legs clad in satin trousers and ankle boots, and replied that it was nothing serious, and she would recover after two months of rest.

The three heroines breathed a sigh of relief, their expressions of shock and terror having subsided considerably. Quick-Blade Flying Phoenix Xu Fengjiao readily took her leave first, leading the two beautiful heroines outside, each pocketing a hundred taels of silver without making a sound.

After the three horses were brought, Jingxiang heroine Zhou Chunyan watched the other two women mount their horses, then turned to Xu Jingtang and whispered, "Master Baishen and the Taoist priest's health, please take good care of them, young hero Xu." Master Baishen has been very kind to me, I never expected…” Zhou Chunyan’s large eyes were lowered, and her long eyelashes seemed to be covered with tears. Suddenly, her cheeks flushed red, and she looked up to see Xu Jingtang staring intently at her high breasts. It turned out that Xu Jingtang’s trousers had a large bulge, which the beautiful heroine had seen clearly.

The heroine of Jingxiang, Zhou Chunyan, turned around, mounted her horse, and rode away. Xu Jingtang called out loudly behind her: “You are always welcome to visit us again, ladies. Our tavern will certainly treat you with the utmost sincerity.” Xu Jingtang strode back to the inner hall, first going to the quiet room to visit his master, Duan Songqiao, who had just fallen asleep after drinking a calming and sleeping potion. A plate of borneol incense burned quietly in the room, and several junior brothers stood guard outside the door.

Xu Jingtang turned and went to the inner room to visit his master's wife in the bedroom. Xu Jingtang's master's wife was Duan Songqiao's second wife. When she first married Duan Songqiao, she was an extremely beautiful woman. Now that she was older, her figure was even more mature and beautiful, and Duan Songqiao still loved her very much. However, in recent years, after the family became wealthy, he had become more fond of young and beautiful female disciples and concubines.

Xu Jingtang arrived at the door of the master bedroom. Hearing the complete silence around him, he pushed open the door and entered. Inside, the lamplight flickered, and a subtle fragrance wafted through the air. He quickly walked around the screen and saw the curtains hanging low on the large rosewood bed. A pair of small red satin embroidered shoes sat on a footstool in front of the bed.

Excited, Xu Jingtang walked to the bed and slowly lifted the bed curtains. Suddenly, his wrist tightened, and a strong force pulled him forward. He lost his balance and fell to the edge of the bed. He felt the smooth, silky fabric of the thick mattress, but beneath him lay a warm body with skin smoother than silk. He touched it and grasped a firm, round, and perky full breast in his palm. Just as his heart began to flutter, a smooth, warm arm wrapped around his shoulder, and a pair of soft, warm, fragrant lips kissed him, sealing his mouth tightly.

"Come on, come and fuck me." His teacher's wife's smooth tongue swirled passionately in his mouth, her red lips burning hot. After a while of intense kissing, she released his lips, her beautiful breasts heaving violently as she breathed heavily and whispered in his ear, "Come on, I want it so badly." Xu Jingtang had been holding back for a long time. Ever since he saw those three beautiful female warriors, he couldn't help but recall that naked scene, and his manhood had been burning like fire. He had finally managed to hold back until now, and his lust and fear surged forth. The sensual and bloody stimulation caused his penis to swell rapidly, burning hot like a red-hot iron rod.

Before he could even take off his clothes, his beautiful teacher's wife's small hands deftly and skillfully stripped off his upper body. Xu Jingtang, his broad chest bare, quickly pulled down his trousers and boots. His naked body, with its thick, long penis erect, pounced on his voluptuous, thirsty teacher's wife on the bed like a hungry tiger. The two naked bodies intertwined tightly. The plump, snow-white woman's thighs deftly parted and rose high, and with a soft "hmm," her long, beautiful legs suddenly wrapped around the strong man's waist, her delicate feet hooking tightly around his buttocks. The two began to shake violently. The sturdy bed couldn't withstand this sudden, fierce onslaught, creaking and groaning violently. The sounds of their bodies colliding, the sweet, seductive moans of "Ah, ah, um, um, oh, oh, hmm, hmm," and the man's heavy breathing echoed in the spacious bedroom. While Buddhism speaks of great compassion, the two on the bed were experiencing a blissful aftermath of fear and panic.

The sound of the river rising and falling could be heard from afar. Tan Guang dismounted and lifted Duan Wenbi, who was sitting in front of the saddle, down to the ground. Duan Wenbi looked extremely unwell; it had been two days since Tan Guang had abducted her. For the past two days, Tan Guang had been traveling non-stop, heading southeast. His steed was incredibly swift; although it didn't travel a thousand miles a day like the legendary steeds of storytellers, it could easily cover four or five hundred miles a day, even with the sun setting. However, Duan Wenbi, pampered at home, had never experienced such hardship. Because he was carrying Duan Wenbi, Tan Guang couldn't ride at full speed, and almost every day someone would catch up with him. Tan Guang was ruthless; anyone who got close was cut in two with a single stroke, showing no mercy.

When Tan Guang lifted Duan Wenbi down, her face still showed fear. As soon as she stepped onto the ground, her legs, weakened from sitting on the horse for so long, made it difficult to stand upright. She swayed and was about to fall when Tan Guang caught her, saying, "Be careful." When Duan Wenbi was first brought to Tan Guang, she had only cried incessantly, but now she couldn't cry anymore. She whispered, "Master, kill me." Yesterday, four people had chased after her, but Tan Guang had killed them all. The thought of those four being cut in two by Tan Guang's blade terrified her, and she dared not cry anymore.

Tan Guang didn't answer, but looked ahead and said, "We've arrived at the Five Bright Pagoda." He added, "This Five Bright Pagoda was built during the reign of Emperor Wu of Liang in the Six Dynasties period. It's seven stories high. There's a saying, 'Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda,' but while many build seven-story pagodas, few actually save a life." Duan Wenbi stood still, refusing to leave, and asked, "Where are you taking me?" Tan Guang suddenly froze, and said blankly, "Yes, where?" If he took her back to Tiantong Temple, even though his master had said that Vajra Zen could do anything, he wouldn't allow a woman to enter the temple.

Duan Wenbi listened to his incoherent words, his face shifting between light and dark, and she didn't know what he was thinking. She grew increasingly afraid and wanted to escape, but thinking of Tan Guang's martial arts skills, she didn't dare and just stood blankly beside him.

As dusk approached, crows returned to their nests in the distance. With a sudden cry, Tan Guang looked up and said, "Miss Duan, why don't you go inside the pagoda and rest? We'll find a boat to cross the river tomorrow." The Five Bright Pagoda had been abandoned for a long time, its interior dark and filled with dust. Duan Wenbi glanced at it, shivered, and said, "I won't go! Master, please let me go!" When Tan Guang struck down Duan Songqiao with his sword, she had only thought of avenging her father; now, she only wanted to escape Tan Guang. In the twilight, she could only see Tan Guang's eyes shining brightly, staring intently at her. Her heart pounded with anxiety, fearing he would unleash his beastly nature and pounce on her. They were still on the north bank of the river, closer to home; once they crossed the river, their homes would be forever separated.

Tan Guang stared at her for a long time, then suddenly sighed and said, "Alas, you should leave tomorrow. You've accompanied me here, but our fate is probably over." Duan Wenbi hadn't expected Tan Guang to say this so suddenly. Overjoyed but also afraid he was lying, she stammered, "Really? You really want me to leave?" Her voice trembled. Tan Guang angrily retorted, "Have I ever gone back on my word?" As soon as he finished speaking, seeing Duan Wenbi shrink back in fear, he sighed and said, "Miss Duan, it's truly unfair to have you travel so far. When someone comes after you, you can go back with them. I won't stop you." Duan Wenbi didn't know what Tan Guang was planning. He had kidnapped her, but now he was suddenly going to release her. However, being released was ultimately a good thing, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions. She went to the foot of the tower, found a branch with leaves, swept the ground clean, and prepared to sit there fully clothed for the night. As dusk fell, Tan Guang was seen lighting a fire outside. The place was quite secluded, and he had somehow managed to get some taro to roast over the fire, a fragrant aroma wafting on the breeze. Duan Wenbi swallowed hard; she hadn't eaten anything since Tan Guang had captured her. Just as she was worrying whether the monk would give her anything to eat, Tan Guang stood up, picked up a taro, and said, "Miss Duan, eat." Duan Wenbi was indeed very hungry, so she took it, peeled it, and began to eat heartily. As she ate, she felt Tan Guang staring intently at her. When she looked up, Tan Guang averted his gaze as if frightened.

What did this monk want? Duan Wenbi couldn't understand. After finishing the taro, she sat down fully clothed.

The pagoda door was rotten, and she barely managed to prop it up with a piece of wood, not daring to close her eyes. But as the moon rose high in the sky, she felt waves of drowsiness wash over her. Peeking through the crack in the door, she saw Tan Guang sitting cross-legged on the ground, his long sword resting on his lap.

She could hold on any longer; her eyes closed, and she finally fell asleep.

[The End]

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