GBP Chapter 209 The Great Monk Who Keeps His Skills Hidden
Chapter 209 The Great Monk Who Keeps His Skills Hidden
The woman in purple was stunned for a moment, then bit her lip. Her eyes were filled with resentment as she looked at Duan Zhengchun. She began to feel ashamed of her earlier licentiousness.
"Speak, this is your last chance."
Duan Zhengchun spoke indifferently, looking away with some boredom, as if the woman in purple no longer held any attraction for him.
"Do it!"
The woman in purple said coldly, and had no intention of saying anything more.
This was her last bit of stubbornness.
There are many kinds of death, and there are definitely some you don't want to face!
Are you sure you've thought this through?
Duan Zhengchun smiled faintly and asked.
The woman in purple paused slightly, a flicker of desperate fear flashing deep in her eyes once more. After a moment's hesitation, she finally spoke: "I am one of Ouyang Ke's concubines..."
"The person you killed at White Camel Manor was my child with Ouyang Ke..."
Upon hearing this answer, even Duan Zhengchun was taken aback; he hadn't expected the truth to be like this.
He recalled once again the words spoken by the young man in white before his death at White Camel Manor.
"Are you satisfied now?!"
The woman in purple glared fiercely at Duan Zhengchun and loudly demanded an answer.
Duan Zhengchun nodded slightly and said calmly, "Very good, but don't be a dog of the Mongol Tartars in your next life."
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Zhengchun suddenly stretched out his right hand and flicked two fingers towards the woman in purple!
Two leaves that happened to fall from above flew towards the woman in purple with lightning speed, driven by the force of her fingers. One leaf grazed her throat and the other embedded itself between her eyebrows!
The woman in purple is dead.
No surprises.
Duan Zhengchun shook his head, suddenly feeling a bit bored. He tilted his head back, took a sip of wine, and slowly hung the wine gourd on his waist.
Just then, a guard in blue robes slowly emerged from the depths of the woods and respectfully bowed to Duan Zhengchun.
"In the name of the Demonic Sword of Lingxiao, I warn the martial arts world that from this day forward, anyone who dares to serve the Mongol Tartars will be exterminated!"
Duan Zhengchun coldly uttered a sentence and headed straight back towards Shaolin Temple.
"Yes!"
The guard in blue respectfully agreed, glanced at the purple-clad woman who was leaning motionless against the rock, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the woods.
When Duan Zhengchun returned to Shaolin Temple, all the scoundrels brought by Jinlun Fawang had died in the encirclement and suppression by the Qingyi Guards.
everything is over.
Inside the Yijian Woodshed, Duan Zhengchun, along with Xiaolongnu, sat facing Zen Master Tianming.
"The Shaolin Temple was able to remain safe and sound this time thanks to you and the Quanzhen Sect. This humble monk is extremely grateful!"
"If you ever need any assistance from Shaolin Temple in the future, we will do our utmost to help you!"
Zen Master Tianming put his hands together and looked at Duan Zhengchun with a serious expression.
"Master, you flatter me. The reason I rushed here to stop this killing is largely because I owe the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions a favor."
Duan Zhengchun smiled and spoke slowly.
Some things must be said openly.
Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, Zen Master Tianming was visibly taken aback, seemingly quite surprised by the existence of the Western Region Shaolin Temple.
Upon seeing this, Duan Zhengchun recounted his visit to the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions.
"Speaking of which, this humble monk has not seen Junior Brother Ku Hui for many years. I never expected that he would have already established a sect in the Western Regions and become the leader of a sect."
"It seems he still can't let go of his obsession. What's the point of all this?"
Zen Master Tianming sighed and said with some helplessness.
Duan Zhengchun asked, "Does the master think he's wrong?"
Zen Master Tianming shook his head and said, "There is no absolute right or wrong in the world, but there is a natural cycle of cause and effect. The reason why the fire attack on the monk happened back then was naturally due to a reason. It was Shaolin Temple that wronged him first."
Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "If, as the master said, everything has a cause and an effect, then if the monk who attacked the monk with fire was not only venting his anger, but also continued to commit evil deeds and harm the innocent after escaping from Mount Song, wouldn't that also be a cause planted by Shaolin Temple?"
"Since the cause was planted by Shaolin Temple, shouldn't Shaolin Temple be the one to end all of this?"
As Duan Zhengchun finished speaking, Zen Master Tianming frowned and fell into deep thought.
Duan Zhengchun said nothing more, because he had already achieved his goal. Now that the Golden Wheel Monk was dead, it would inevitably deal a blow to the Mongol Tartars and perhaps bring a turning point to the tense situation on the border.
"What you say is absolutely right, benefactor. This humble monk has learned a lot!"
After a moment, Zen Master Tianming clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect, and said with a sincere expression and eyes full of admiration.
Duan Zhengchun smiled, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zen Master Tianming, and slowly rose and left the meditation room with Xiaolongnu.
Since it was getting late, he planned to stay overnight at the Shaolin Temple and leave early the next morning.
...
under night.
Duan Zhengchun walked alone inside the Shaolin Temple, carrying a wine pot in his hand, visiting the ancient temple and sipping wine as he went.
Little Dragon Girl has already fallen asleep. These past few days, she has been filled with resentment and determined to avenge Granny Sun, so she hasn't had much rest on the journey. She will definitely be able to get a good night's sleep tonight.
Duan Zhengchun couldn't sleep because he was still worried about the situation on the border, but some things are beyond his control no matter how much he worried.
To defend the border and safeguard the territory of the Song Dynasty, we must rely on the Song court; the heroes of the martial arts world led by Guo Jing alone are not enough.
He had little hope for the impending war and had even guessed its outcome.
This was the first time he wished he was wrong.
Just then, Duan Zhengchun inadvertently discovered a young monk, only a few years old, sitting under the eaves of a house, holding a piece of wood and a carving knife, intently carving something.
Duan Zhengchun suddenly became interested, smiled, and walked straight toward the little monk.
What are you carving?
Duan Zhengchun slowly approached, carefully examined the focused young monk, and asked a question in a soft voice.
Inside a wooden box to the side, there were already more than one carved human figure.
He had already found the answer when he asked that question.
"This is the seventeenth senior brother of the Arhat Hall."
"He is using the twenty-third move of the Arhat Fist."
The young monk paused for a moment, looked up at Duan Zhengchun, and continued to carve diligently under the bright moonlight while speaking.
It was only then that Duan Zhengchun was surprised to discover that the little monk was not only carving human figures, but also human figures practicing martial arts, and each move was lifelike and without any deviation!
This is a martial arts prodigy!
"What's your name?"
Duan Zhengchun's heart stirred, and he asked again.
For some reason, even though it was their first meeting, he took a great liking to the young monk in front of him.
"My name is Zhang Junbao."
"Where is the benefactor?"
The little monk blinked and looked up at Duan Zhengchun again, talking as he continued carving on the wood, his expression incredibly cute.
Upon hearing the little monk's answer, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but smile, his eyes filled with approval as he looked at the little monk.
"Junbao, how could you be so rude to such an honored guest?"
Just then, a deep voice came from the door next to him, and then a tall, middle-aged monk with a full beard slowly pushed the door open and walked out.
Upon hearing the words, Zhang Junbao, who was engrossed in carving, hurriedly stood up, clasped his hands together, and bowed to Duan Zhengchun.
"Master, you flatter me. I think this young monk is not impolite at all; on the contrary, he is quite adorable."
"He's very smart, and he'll definitely shine one day!"
Duan Zhengchun waved his hand and gave Zhang Junbao an approving look.
“You flatter me, benefactor. This child has been clever and quick-witted since childhood, unlike us old bones.”
The middle-aged monk smiled and spoke slowly, a hint of satisfaction clearly appearing between his brows.
"Is he the master's disciple?"
Duan Zhengchun asked with a smile.
"Exactly."
The middle-aged monk nodded slightly, a smile on his face.
Duan Zhengchun turned to look at Zhang Junbao, who was still sitting down and carving intently, and nodded in agreement.
It is truly rare for someone so young to have such a mindset.
"You must be the renowned Sword Demon Lingxiao, Yin Zhiping, who has become famous throughout the land in recent years?"
"The Shaolin Temple's current crisis is largely thanks to Benefactor Yin. This humble monk expresses his gratitude!"
The middle-aged monk glanced at Duan Zhengchun, bowed deeply, and his face was full of gratitude...