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She pulled Li Qingluo down to sit, her gaze falling on her daughter's slightly haggard face: "Tell your mother about your experiences over the years. Are you facing any difficulties now?" Her tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "Just tell me, and I will do anything to satisfy you."
Hearing this, Li Qingluo seemed to have found her pillar of support, and the tears she had just stopped burst forth again with a "waah," like a flood breaking through a dam. She sobbed, and began to speak haltingly:
"Back then... my parents left without saying goodbye, and I... I ventured into the martial world alone to find you... Later, I met... someone I loved..." A blush rose on her face, but it was quickly replaced by immense pain. "I... I was pregnant with his child... But... but he left without saying goodbye, and there was no word from him... I was heavily pregnant and had nowhere to go... So, I had no choice but to... so I married into this Mantuo Manor and gave birth to Yuyan..."
"How dare you!" Li Qiushui's expression changed drastically, and a chilling killing intent instantly erupted from her body, causing the temperature in the room to plummet. "How dare you humiliate my daughter like this! Tell me who he is! I will go and tear him to pieces and exterminate his entire family to avenge you!"
Li Qingluo was terrified and fell to her knees with a thud, grabbing Li Qiushui's leg and pleading repeatedly, "No, no, no! Mother! I beg you, please don't kill him! Please don't kill him!"
She raised her tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with infatuation and stubbornness: "Daughter... all these years, I have thought of him every moment... It's just that those vixens around him are clinging to him, and his special status makes him powerless... that's why he had to leave me... But he has me in his heart, and I have always felt his affection for me!"
Li Qiushui stared at her daughter in disbelief, hardly able to believe what she had just heard. In her life of unbridled freedom, she had never encountered such a stubborn and self-deceiving person. A surge of anger at her daughter's lack of ambition suddenly rose within her.
Li Qingluo ignored everything and kept kowtowing, pleading, "Mother! I don't want him to die, I just want... I just want to be with him! Please, Mother, grant my wish!"
Seeing her daughter's humble and pleading expression, Li Qiushui felt a mix of anger and guilt, which ultimately turned into a long, helpless sigh. She picked up the half-empty glass of wine on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and felt the spicy sensation rush to her throat.
"Fine!" She slammed the empty glass on the table, making a crisp sound. "Consider it a debt I owed you back then! A mother's word is her bond; I will take care of this for you!"
Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint in them: "Speak, who is that person? Even if it's the emperor himself, I'll help you kidnap him!"
Upon hearing this, Li Qingluo was overjoyed, as if she had instantly ascended from hell to heaven. Her voice trembled with excitement: "Thank you, Mother! Thank you, Mother! He... he is the Duan family of Dali, the Prince of Zhennan—Duan Zhengchun!"
"puff--!"
Li Qiushui had just brought the second cup of wine to her lips when, before she could even swallow it, she suddenly spat it all out, splashing it all over the table in front of her. She choked and coughed several times, her beautiful eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and an extremely complex and indescribable expression, staring intently at her daughter kneeling on the ground, her face full of expectation.
Duan... Duan Zhengchun?
A small inn in Jiangnan
"Suck it-"
Jinzha grimaced as he slurped the noodles in his bowl. Every time he moved his lips, it pulled at the wound on his cheek, causing him to gasp in pain.
At this moment, he looked truly miserable. His once handsome face was now covered with two huge dark circles under his eyes, making him look like a panda that had been beaten flat. His left cheek was swollen high and had a bluish-purple tinge, making it extremely difficult for him to speak and eat.
The culprit behind all this was sitting at the table not far from him.
The mysterious veiled woman remained dressed in pristine white, her clothes spotless. She ordered a pot of sake and a few simple vegetarian dishes, and leisurely sipped her wine, gazing calmly at the flowing river outside the window, as if Jinzha did not exist at all.
Jinzha was inwardly groaning and wailing: 'When is this female demon going to stop following me?!'
It's been six whole days! Wherever he goes, this woman follows, like a shadow, impossible to shake off. Every day at noon, she's there precisely, and without a word, she launches into a brutal beating! Yet, she's incredibly careful, only letting him howl in pain, his skin torn and bleeding, but never breaking his bones, much less taking his life. After the beating, she doesn't curse him, just watches coldly, or like now, completely ignoring him.
"This is outrageous!" Jinzha thought to himself as he struggled to chew his noodles. "My 'Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand' is said to be able to counter any martial art in the world, and it's unbeatable! But the moment I made a move, she could predict my next move and intercepted it halfway through! How am I supposed to fight this? This woman's kung fu is just ridiculously outrageous—absurd to the extreme!"
He made a silent vow: 'No, this can't go on! I have to find a way to get rid of her!'
Just as he was racking his brains to figure out how to escape, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the inn.
A group of burly Tibetan warriors in strange attire escorted two people as they entered.
Surrounded at the front was an old man dressed in a brand-new silk robe, his hair and beard slicked back and shiny. However, his eyes were cloudy, and he looked around aimlessly. He would occasionally tug at his new clothes, which he found "uncomfortable," and mutter to himself. This was none other than the eccentric Xuan Cheng.
And beside him, like the most loyal old steward, carefully supporting him and constantly whispering words of comfort, "Senior, this new dress is made of good material, and it makes you look smart," and "Be careful of the threshold," who else could it be but the Tibetan National Preceptor Kumārajīva?
The appearance of this extremely strange pair immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the inn.
Jinzha stared intently, almost choking on his noodles.
Chapter 136 Female Benefactor, Even Buddha Has Anger
Jiangnan Waterway·Small Boat
A small boat glides slowly across the rippling waters of Taihu Lake. At the bow, Duan Yu gazes intently at Wang Yuyan, who leans against the railing, her robes fluttering like a fairy, her eyes unwilling to leave her. Murong Fu sits in a corner of the cabin, his face ashen, his eyes vacant, guarded by his retainers Bao Butong and others. The former "Southern Murong" has long since lost his former glory.
Duan Zhengchun stood at the stern of the boat, his gaze complex as he looked at Wang Yuyan's profile. After the Shaoshi Mountain gathering, his son Duan Yu insisted on escorting Wang Yuyan back to Yanziwu. He hadn't wanted to get involved, but upon seeing Wang Yuyan's face, his heart skipped a beat—her eyebrows, her expression, were almost identical to the young Li Qingluo, the woman deep in his memory! A strange cloud of doubt clouded his mind. He made a decisive decision, ordering Zhu Danchen and the other four great generals to escort Princess Dao Baifeng back to Dali first, while he himself, along with Duan Yu, joined the journey under the pretext of "ensuring Yu'er's safety."
A gentle lake breeze caressed his face, carrying the fresh scent of water. Duan Zhengchun walked to Duan Yu's side and whispered, "Yu'er, this Miss Wang... is indeed a peerless beauty. No wonder you are so enamored with her."
Duan Yu snapped out of his daze, his face slightly flushed, but he said firmly, "Father, Miss Wang is not only exceptionally beautiful, but also kind-hearted and has an excellent memory. I... I am already content to be by her side."
Duan Zhengchun smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying, then turned to look at Wang Yuyan not far away and said in a gentle voice, "Miss Wang."
Upon hearing the voice, Wang Yuyan turned slightly to the side and curtsied, saying, "Prince Duan." Her voice was gentle, yet carried a hint of aloofness.
"No need for such formalities." Duan Zhengchun's smile grew even warmer, like an elder caring for a younger person. "Judging from the young lady's demeanor and manners, her family's refined upbringing, I wonder who your mother is..."
Wang Yuyan said softly, "My mother's surname is Li, and she lives in Mantuo Villa year-round."
“Manor of Mantuo… Madam Li…” A glint flashed in Duan Zhengchun’s eyes, and he feigned surprise, “Oh?”
Wang Yuyan was somewhat surprised: "Does Prince Duan know my mother?"
Duan Zhengchun laughed heartily, concealing his inner turmoil: "We've met a few times. Your mother was exceptionally beautiful, unforgettable. I never imagined her daughter would surpass her." He then casually asked, "May I ask who your father is...?"
Wang Yuyan's eyes dimmed, and she shook her head: "Yuyan has never met my father since childhood, and my mother has never mentioned him."
Duan Zhengchun's suspicions deepened, but his face was full of apology: "It was my rudeness that stirred up the young lady's painful memories." His mind was in turmoil, and an uncontrollable thought surfaced: 'Qingluo's daughter... has never seen her father... at this time, with this appearance... could it be...?'
He dared not think any further, only feeling that the scenery of Taihu Lake, at this moment, was somewhat breathtaking.
Town Inn
Inside the inn, the atmosphere became somewhat strange due to the arrival of Kumārajīva and his group.
Xuancheng sat on a chair, feeling very uncomfortable. He tugged at his smooth silk clothes and muttered, "No, no, this material is so slippery, not as comfortable as my tattered monk's robe!" He reached out to pull it off.
Kumārajīva quickly pressed his hand down and earnestly advised, "Senior, this is the finest Jiangnan brocade, a symbol of your status! Look at the pattern, the luster, it complements your unparalleled masterly demeanor perfectly!" As he spoke, he gestured to his warriors to keep watch around so that no bystanders would disturb "Senior".
This behavior was quite domineering, and the other diners in the inn were all terrified, lowering their heads to eat and not daring to look any further.
Jinzha, hiding in the corner, was extremely anxious. He secretly glanced out the window; the sun was rising higher and higher, and it was almost noon! Just thinking about the white-clad woman's "noon beating" without regard to the occasion or the exact time made the hairs on his body stand on end, and his cheeks began to ache again.
Just then, the woman in white who had been quietly drinking suddenly put down her wine cup and slowly stood up.
Jinzha, like a frightened bird, jumped to his feet, instinctively circulating his inner energy and adopting a defensive stance, staring at her with terrified eyes.
The woman merely glanced at him indifferently, seemingly without any intention of making a move immediately, but that look was enough to chill Jinzha to the bone.
In a moment of desperation, Jinzha caught a glimpse of Kumārajīva, who was showing concern for Xuancheng, and an idea immediately came to him!
His face instantly broke into an extremely enthusiastic, even somewhat obsequious smile. He slapped his thigh and shouted loudly towards Kumārajīva:
"Oh my! Who could be so dignified and extraordinary! It is none other than the Great Wheel King, the National Preceptor of Tibet, who has graced us with his presence! My apologies! My apologies!"
As he spoke, he walked over quickly and familiarly, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.
Kumārajīva was focused on serving Xuancheng when he was taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm. He looked up at the young man with a bruised and swollen face and an exaggerated smile, and frowned slightly: "Who are you?"
Jinzha bowed respectfully, his words as sweet as honey: "Imperial Preceptor, you must have a bad memory! I am Jinzha, and my master is Qiao Tian, the leader of Wudang! That day on Wudang Mountain, I had the honor of witnessing the Imperial Preceptor and my master discussing the Dao from afar. The Imperial Preceptor's Buddhist teachings are profound, and his martial arts are mysterious. His Shaolin skills are incredibly powerful, which truly broadened my horizons and filled me with admiration! To see him today is truly an honor beyond measure!"
He showered him with praise, invoking Qiao Tian's name and showering him with compliments. Even the proud and arrogant Kumārajīva couldn't help but soften his expression. He looked closely at Jinzha, vaguely remembering seeing this young man with Qiao Tian at Shaoshi Mountain. Moreover, his martial arts seemed quite good; he could withstand several blows from Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin. He nodded, his tone carrying a hint of "senior" reserve: "So you are a distinguished disciple of Sect Leader Qiao. Hmm, not bad. At such a young age, you already possess such cultivation. Sect Leader Qiao has done an excellent job training you."
Seeing that his flattery had worked, Jinzha immediately pressed his advantage, feigning a miserable expression. Pointing to his swollen cheeks and dark circles under his eyes, he sighed, "Grand Preceptor, you have no idea! I've had the worst luck these past few days! A female demon has appeared out of nowhere," he secretly pointed to the white-clad woman standing there, "her martial arts are ridiculously high, and she's unreasonable! Starting a few days ago, she's been beating me up every day at noon! Look at the beating she's given me! Even when I mentioned my master's name, she didn't give me any face! I... I really have no other choice!"
Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva was immediately enraged! He was already arrogant and had a "fair friendship" with Qiao Tian (in his own opinion). Now that he heard that "Master Qiao's top disciple" was being bullied by a woman and "not giving Master Qiao face", wasn't this also trampling on his face as well?
He immediately snorted coldly, his gaze shooting like lightning towards the woman in white, his voice booming like a bell: "Amitabha! Outrageous! In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how can such a barbaric person bully a junior! Female benefactor, even Buddha has anger, and Vajra subdues demons! Since this humble monk has encountered you today, I must teach this ignorant fool a lesson on behalf of Sect Leader Qiao!"
The woman in white simply poured herself another cup of wine and drank it down. She didn't even bother to lift an eyelid at Kumārajīva and Jinzha's back-and-forth banter, glancing at them indifferently as if watching a boring farce. Deep within that gaze was a condescending, utter disregard.
Seeing this, Jinzha was secretly delighted and quickly hid behind Kumārajīva, adding fuel to the fire: "The Imperial Preceptor is mighty! It's all up to you now! This female demon is extremely arrogant!"
Kumozhi, flattered by the compliment, felt a surge of pride. He stepped forward, his inner energy surging, his monk's robes fluttering even without wind, and said in a deep voice, "Female benefactor, please! Let this humble monk see what abilities you have that make you so arrogant!"
Chapter 137: Buddhist and Taoist Dual Cultivation
Listening to the Pines Pavilion on the Back Mountain of Wudang Mountain
Autumn deepened, and the pines rustled in the breeze. Inside the Listening Pine Pavilion, candlelight illuminated several solemn faces. Today was the day Huang Chang presented the complete Nine Yin Manual, but the atmosphere felt more like a questioning about the pinnacle of martial arts.
Wu Yazi sat at the head of the table, his aura more profound and clear than usual. Tianshan Tonglao, Wu Xingyun, dressed in red, sat beside him, her gaze frequently sweeping over Wu Yazi, her expression complex and indescribable. Her gaze contained a tremor born of decades of obsession, a yearning for the dawn of liberation, and a hint of apprehension about the unknown future after returning to normalcy. Qiao Tian stood quietly by the window, his aura as deep as the sea. Yao Yao, carrying an ancient zither, stood quietly behind her master. Huang Shang, holding a scripture, stood in the center, his gentle demeanor concealing a wisdom that shone through to the very essence of martial arts.
"Let's begin," Qiao Tian said calmly, breaking the silence.
Huang Shang accepted the order and first looked at Wu Xingyun, saying loudly, "Grandmaster, the general principles of the Nine Yin Manual have been established: 'The Way of Heaven is to diminish the excess and supplement the deficiency.' The essence of its 'Tendon Changing and Bone Strengthening Chapter' and 'Healing Chapter,' combined with my new understanding of the mutual balance of Yin and Yang and the return of Qi and blood, has led to the deduction of a method to repair the foundation damaged in the early years of the 'Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Supreme Skill.' By adjusting and guiding the next period of rejuvenation, it should be a natural process, eradicating the problem of body shape reversal and restoring normalcy." He explained in detail the key points, how to use the Yin-nourishing power of the Nine Yin Manual to neutralize the domineering and intense nature of the skill, and how to reshape the disordered growth mechanism caused by early damage. The logic was rigorous and meticulous.
Wu Xingyun listened intently, her fingertips trembling slightly. Confined to a child's body for decades, her appearance different from ordinary people, was an invisible barrier between her and Wu Yazi. Now, hope was right before her eyes. She took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to try immediately, and simply nodded emphatically, burying her excitement and anticipation deep in her heart. When her gaze returned to Wu Yazi, it carried an unprecedented tenderness and hope.
Wu Yazi felt her gaze and returned it with a gentle look, nodding slightly. Decades had passed, filled with entanglements of love and hate; how could he not know his senior sister's deep affection? In the past, crippled and heartbroken, he was powerless to respond, but now... his heart had quietly softened, and he tacitly accepted this watchful gaze that had transcended the long years.
Then, Wu Yazi smiled and steered the conversation toward Yao Yao: "Yao Yao, you are exceptionally gifted and possess a unique insight into music. I have studied the methods of 'Ghost Prison Wind Roar' in the Nine Yin Manual, combined with the Buddhist principle of 'Lion's Roar' to subdue the mind and shake the soul of the enemy, and incorporated Huang Shang's many ingenious ideas on the operation of qi and meridians, as well as your own outstanding conception of music, to create a new school called 'Tianlong Eight Sounds,' which I will pass on to you today."
He explained the secrets of this skill in detail, mentioning that it required a special precious zither to complement it: "This zither, in my design, should have a body made of thousand-year-old agarwood from the South China Sea, for its stable wood and far-reaching resonance; it should be adorned with extremely cold jade from the far north to calm the mind and soul, making the tone pure and refined; and then the essence of Western gold should be fused into the strings to guide internal energy to the extreme, amplifying the power of the sound waves. The seven strings should be made from different kinds of spiritual materials, such as the toughness of celestial silkworm silk, the hardness of black iron wire, and the softness of ice dragon tendons, subtly conforming to the wonders of Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, and the transformation of hardness and softness. If this zither is completed, it should be named the 'Heavenly Demon Zither,' and only by wielding it to perform the 'Eight Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon' can its full power be revealed."
He then explained the essence of "Tianlong Eight Sounds":
• Bursting Sound: Fierce and violent, the sound waves are like hammers, crushing the enemy's courage and courage, splitting rocks and breaking armor.
• Entangling Sound: Soft and long, the sound threads are like a net, disturbing the enemy's mind and slowing down their movements.
• Condensing Sound: Focuses sound into a line, penetrating without equal, and specifically targets all kinds of protective auras.
• Vibration: It triggers resonance, damaging the enemy's internal organs and meridians from the inside out, invisibly.
• Illusory Sounds: They bewitch the mind, weave illusions, confuse the enemy's five senses, and cause them to imprison themselves.
• Sound Break: Insightfully anticipate opportunities, use sound to find gaps, disrupt the enemy's moves, and cause them to break through without a fight.
• Sound Control: Creates walls of sound waves to defend a region, and can also manipulate airflow to deflect hidden weapons.
• Sheng Yin: Contains vitality, nourishes silently, can calm qi and blood, and assist in healing.
Each note is accompanied by a unique method of internal energy circulation and the essence of finger techniques, forming a complete system with clear principles, pushing the art of sound attack to an unprecedented peak. Yao Yao listened with her heart and soul trembling, as if she saw a path to heaven that belonged to her, and bowed deeply in gratitude to Wu Ya Zi and Huang Shang.
With everything settled, Wu Xingyun and Wu Yazi left first, taking the excited Yao Yao with them. Silence returned to the pavilion, leaving only Qiao Tian and Huang Shang—he knew that his master still had the deepest unresolved issues in his heart.
“Master,” Huang Chang spoke, his voice breaking the silence, “Although the Nine Yin Manual is complete, incorporating the wisdom of various schools, it is sufficient to guide the world. However, I observe that your aura has been stagnant for a long time, as if you are trapped at some bottleneck. Are you troubled by the goal of reaching the ‘Grandmaster’ realm?”
Qiao Tian turned around, a rare look of weariness and helplessness on his face. He sighed, "Shang'er understands me best. Indeed, I have reached a bottleneck." He walked to the window, gazing at the sea of clouds. "My knowledge is undeniably vast. The Nine Yang Manual, the Nine Yin Manual, the Marrow Cleansing Manual, the Yi Jin Jing, the Free and Unfettered Arts, the Tai Chi Principles... all sorts of divine skills are integrated into one. My internal strength has long since reached a state of perfection, and I am confident that my techniques are second to none. Yet, the road ahead is shrouded in mist and clouds."
Huang Shang was not surprised upon hearing this. Instead, he pondered for a moment and solemnly said, "Master, why belittle yourself? Your foundation is unparalleled in this world. Breaking through to the Grandmaster level is not a matter of insufficient ability for you, but rather that the opportunity has not yet arrived, or rather... the path has not yet been found." His eyes were clear, filled with absolute confidence. "As for accumulation, given time, Master will have absolutely no problem!"
Qiao Tian smiled bitterly: "I have the strength, but I don't know the way. That's what's troubling me."
Huang Shang pondered for a long time, the light of wisdom in his eyes growing brighter and brighter. He suddenly asked, "Master, is the 'Marrow Cleansing Classic' chapter that you passed on to me and my fellow disciples the complete version?"
Qiao Tian shook his head: "No. What I got is the Marrow Cleansing Meditation Diagram! However, for me, this diagram seems to be more of an aid, such as condensing spiritual power, strengthening will, and guarding against inner demons. In terms of increasing internal strength, it is not as helpful as the Nine Yang Limitless Skill."
“Mental strength…willpower…” Huang Chang murmured, then suddenly looked up, his eyes burning, “Master, do you still remember that mad monk Xuan Cheng?”
Qiao Tian was taken aback: "Of course I remember."
"On that day, he fought against the combined forces of you, Grandmaster, and Grandmaster Uncle all by himself. In the final moment, did you feel as if he had broken free from some invisible shackles? His strength, speed, and the intent of his moves all experienced an unbelievable increase?"
Qiao Tian recalled carefully, his expression gradually becoming solemn: "That's right! At that moment, he didn't seem to be using the Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques, but rather... he was controlling a purer torrent of power that transcended specific moves."
"That's exactly right!" Huang Chang said with a hint of excitement. "Then does Master know why Xuan Cheng went mad?"
Qiao Tian frowned: "It's because he forced himself to practice the Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills, and went into a state of demonic possession..."
"That's right!" Huang Shang interrupted. "But what's the deeper reason? Shaolin martial arts, especially the superior techniques, all require the corresponding Buddhist teachings to resolve the malevolent energy and harmonize the mind. Xuan Cheng only takes the 'techniques' and ignores the 'spirit,' forcibly using supreme willpower to unify the intentions of various supreme techniques, causing his own spirit to be overwhelmed and ultimately collapse and become chaotic!"
His gaze was piercing as he stared intently at Qiao Tian: "Master, what if... what if you, like him, tried to integrate the myriad martial arts ideas you have learned, but instead of forcibly blending them and causing chaos, you used the complete and flawless 'Marrow Cleansing Classic' as a foundation, using its supreme wonders to temper your spirit, control your will, and firmly uphold your original heart?"
Qiao Tian's body jolted violently, and an incredulous light flashed in his eyes!
Huang Shang's voice carried a great temptation as he continued, "If we go a step further, it's neither Buddhism nor Taoism, but rather using the 'Marrow Cleansing Classic' as a vessel, with the 'Nine Yin' and 'Nine Yang' transforming into the power of Yin and Yang rotation, carrying the meaning of freedom, the principles of Tai Chi, and even all the martial arts concepts you know, to open up a path... of dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism?"
Qiao Tian felt a shiver run down his spine and to the top of his head, making his breathing rapid! This idea was too bold, too crazy! But... faintly, it seemed to illuminate the path ahead that had been shrouded in mist!
Huang Shang bowed deeply, his tone unwavering: "Master, this method is unprecedented and extremely perilous, requiring great wisdom and perseverance. Your disciple is unworthy, but I am willing to do my utmost to assist you, to clarify the path ahead, to deduce all methods, and to explore this heaven-reaching path together!"
Looking at his seemingly frail yet incredibly wise disciple, Qiao Tian felt a long-dormant surge of pride and fighting spirit ignite within him, like a spark being kindled.
Chapter 138 I'll beat you into submission, and make you my son Xiaozhi's wife.
Town Inn
Facing Kumārajīva's wrathful question, brimming with inner energy, the woman in white showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, she extended her slender, jade-like fingers and tapped rhythmically on the table. She strolled slowly, her posture leisurely, as if wandering in her own courtyard. Her cool eyes swept over the apprehensive Kumārajīva and Jinzha, who was hiding behind him winking and making faces, and a cold smile, tinged with amusement and disdain, curled at the corner of her lips.
"You stinking monk," her voice remained calm, yet carried a chilling edge, "Have you thought this through? Are you going to stand up for him?"
These past few days, she'd followed Jinzha, watching him cause trouble with a peculiar, vibrant energy of the martial world. She'd seen him steal chickens and dogs, robbing the rich to help the poor (though mainly for his own food and drink), (of course, he always ended up getting a beating at noon)... Before she knew it, the initial frustration and loneliness of entering the martial world had been lessened considerably by this rascal, and the anger that had been building up inside her had long since subsided. She even vaguely felt that this kind of "martial world travel" wasn't entirely boring after all.
But whenever she saw Jinzha's cheeky, defiant look after being beaten, and his attempts to escape and scheme against others, she felt an urge to pound him into the ground and rub him against the ground again.
Kumārajīva was thoroughly enraged by her contemptuous attitude, especially the term "stinking monk," which was an immense insult to him, the National Preceptor of Tibet and the Great Wheel King! His chest heaved, and he laughed in fury: "Amitabha! This humble monk has thought it through very clearly! You arrogant demoness, today I will let you know that Buddhism also has Vajra thunderous methods, which you cannot easily insult! Take this!"
Before he could finish speaking, he had already struck first! With a swift movement, his right hand, fingers curved like hooks, swept with a sharp wind as he grabbed the woman's shoulder acupoint – the "Indra's Claw," one of the 72 Shaolin Arts! His left hand was hidden in his sleeve, his finger strength poised to be unleashed, his moves expansive and powerful.