448: Chapter 45 The Sixth Son of the Gu Family_2 448: Chapter 45 The Sixth Son of the Gu Family_2 Rage consud his heart, to no avail despite the overwhelming worries.
“Alas, think thrice before you act, how can you risk danger for a little strength?” Gu Sanyou squatted on the ground, disheartened and said, “With so strength, you think you’re the best in the world, but in the end, you’re just a brute.”
“Do you know how strong that old monk is?
What if you win against him?
What then?”
“To win is to win, why need so many reasons?” Gu Ernu clenched his iron fist, his voice like a bronze bell, “If I am the best in the world, what can’t I do, where can’t I go, and what can’t I achieve?”
“You can’t achieve, can’t achieve.”
Gu Sifu suddenly spoke up.
“The more you do, the more mistakes you make, the less you do, the fewer mistakes.
Have you forgotten, big brother, the trouble you brought upon yourself when you killed the magistrate’s son?”
“That damned Zhao family bullied , how could I not repay blood with blood?”
“But why not bide your ti, wait for Liul’s fiancée to return?
The Yu family is a remarkable family from beyond our realm, surely they have the ans to subdue the Zhao family.”
“To hell with your grandma!”
Gu Ernu cursed, fitting with his rough martial appearance.
“Never mind how the Yu family is, even if they die, what matters is living with spirit.”
As soon as he uttered the word ‘spirit,’ Gu Ernu’s figure swelled another three and a half feet, like a small giant.
His overpowering aura subdued everyone else in the Gu family, with even Gu Daxi unable to contend.
“Enough!”
Mr.
Gu stood up, and in a flash, Gu Ernu’s aura was suppressed.
“What dignity is there in all this noise?
Thinking thrice before acting is mistake-free,if not for Sanyou’s caution, how would the Gu family have repeatedly turned peril into safety?
Striving for spirit is also not wrong, who with ten thousand taels of gold would continue to beg?”
He looked aningfully at Gu Wen.
“If Liu wants to go, then let him go.”
Gu Ernu dragged Gu Wen away, and they rode two great horses, barging out of the Gu family residence and galloped toward the city’s outskirts.
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Outside the city, a temple.
The temple was simple, with a gate that only allowed one person to pass, through which one could see a Mud Buddha enshrined, a small incense burner with only three sticks, and no more than three stead breads as offerings.
On an ancient signboard was written [True Temple].
Two tall, spirited horses galloped up, yanked by the rope, their forehooves rearing high.
Gu Ernu dismounted, his military attire as imposing as a tiger, standing with a spear in hand and bellowed, “Bald Donkey, co out and fight !”
A gentle breeze brushed by, carrying fallen leaves, as a distant tolling of a bell echoed.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
From the temple’s small door, a gaunt monk ca out, resembling an old tree with white eyebrows and squinted eyes, with a serene smile on his lips.
“Benefactor, you’ve co back and forth 98,300 tis, once daily, and we have battled for nearly a thousand years, losing a millennium’s worth.”
The history of the Gu family spanned a thousand years, and from the first day the Gu family appeared, Gu Ernu challenged the old monk.
“Pah!
This old monk doesn’t have much flesh on him, but his words are not few.
Today I’ll defeat you, a thousand years be damned, ten thousand years be damned!”
Gu Ernu brandished his spear, with one step, sand whirled and stones flew, and his nearly nine-foot-tall figure moved as fleet as a hare.
With a single thrust, like a fierce dragon crossing the river.
The old monk’s smile remained unchanged; he slightly lifted his hand and pinched the tip of the spear,
“Benefactor Gu, you are filled with killing intent, but you lack Buddha Qi.
Perhaps spending a few days in the temple in deep reflection will allow you to beco the Buddha, and transform this thod of killing into the wrathful aspect of Vajra.”
“Get lost!”
Gu Ernu retrieved his spear, pressing again into close combat with the monk for thirty rounds, attacking relentlessly while the monk only defended.
In this world of fists and kicks, their every move seed to trigger extraordinary phenona.
In the end, Gu Ernu was defeated, exhausted of his strength, unable to inflict harm on the old monk.
He could only collapse to the ground, waving his hands, “Enough for today, we’ll fight again tomorrow.”
“You rascal, when you’re tired, you stop, and yet you never step half a foot into my temple.”
The old monk snorted coldly, then turned his gaze to Gu Wen, who had been watching without any reaction.
With a smile, he said, “It seems this is the young layman’s first visit, would you care to sit a while in this old monk’s temple?”
Gu Wen replied indifferently, “Not interested.”
“All beings harbor desires, how could there be any lack of interest?” The old monk shook his head, “Layman harbors a Mixed Elent Daoist heart; you should aim to achieve the supre Dao.
Yet you remain tied to the mortal world, look at your relatives, each consud by greed, anger, and ignorance.”
“That second brother of yours is like a Demon in his rage, every word and action influenced by external forces.
And your father, as rigid as they co, esteed by all for his virtue, and yet here are the unruly sons he has raised.”
The old monk scolded a son for berating his father, and Gu Ernu, boiling with rage, stood up and once again lifted his spear to strike.
But this ti, he lasted only ten rounds before he fell out of the fight.
Gu Wen appeared much calr.
He took a glance at the temple and said,
“You claim to be a World Honored One, with such a resounding title.
How is that not a form of greed, anger, and delusion?”
The old monk shook his head and replied, “This humble monk bears the title of the World Honored One while residing in a Mud Buddha Temple.
If it were not for the title of the World Honored One, how could my little temple seem so splendid?”
“Makes sense.”
Gu Wen nodded in agreent, took a step forward, but was pulled back by Gu Ernu in the next mont.
“This bald donkey has ill intentions; there’s no need to rush in now, even if we have to go eventually.”
The two left, but before they did, Gu Ernu couldn’t help but leave so harsh words behind.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed, “Bald donkey, the first ti you managed to take down in one move.
Now, you can’t defeat in thirty rounds; what will beco of you in a thousand years?”
After speaking, he mounted his horse and left.
The old monk stood in place, speechless for a long while, when suddenly a fair arm wrapped around his neck from behind, and a gentle breath tingled his ears.
A voice seductive beyond asure whispered into his ear, hearing which would plunge one into an endless sea of desires.
“True, he’s not wrong.
A thousand years won’t ta him; it will only make him stronger.
Who can guarantee that in a thousand years, you won’t have your head twisted off by him?”
“Moreover, he’s just one of the many emotions and desires.
If he can already fight thirty rounds with you, this bald donkey might really end up trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it.”
“Hehe.”
The old monk laughed deeply and said, “If he didn’t have such ability, why would I bother trying to ta him?”
Put down the butcher’s knife, and you can beco a Buddha on the spot.
So say it’s about putting down the butcher’s knife in your heart and establishing your own Buddha.
But if the True Buddha were to say, all that is nonsense, how can one chant Amitabha Buddha without creating karmic slaughter?
In the Nifo Temple outside the city, the Buddha Ancestor is revered, with a beautiful woman behind the temple.
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The next day.
Gu Daxi ca to see him with a Red Book, smiling as he said, “Sixth brother, here is your marriage arrangent.
Take a look and see if there’s anything wrong.
If there’s no problem, we’ll send it along with the three letters to the Yu family.”
“You’ve all arranged it; what’s the point in asking if there’s a problem?”
Gu Wen remained languid, simply finding a new position to continue resting with closed eyes.
His brother was not annoyed but explained very thoughtfully, “After all, it’s a major event in your life, just give it an extra glance.
It won’t take much ti.”
Gu Wen opened his eyes and saw the bright red marriage book, with neatly written characters and the nas of him and Yu Hua.
[The union of Gu Yu, an agreent made in one hall, a blessed match to last eternally, well suited and equally yoked.
Witness this day with peach blossoms bright, fit for ho and family, predicting prolific years to co, prosperity and thriving.
Herewith the vow of eternal companionship, recorded on grand paper, to celebrate the pact of Autumn leaves, inscribed in the mandarin duck register, this certifies.]
“The vow of eternal companionship, recorded on grand paper, hehe…”
An untily laugh sounded as Gu Wuzeng, limping, walked in, his face scarred by wagon wheel marks like a centipede.
In a strange tone, he repeated the marriage book’s contents.
“Well written, it must be our eldest brother’s handiwork.
But can writing this well really lead to growing old together?”
Gu Daxi frowned and said, “I’m not the matchmaker god; naturally, I can’t guarantee it.”
“If you can’t guarantee it, then why write it?
It’s all false sentints and pretense.”
Gu Wuzeng spoke sharply, disliked by the family; only Gu Wen would talk to him.
Many tis, it was him speaking while Gu Wen listened quietly, listening to his complaints against the world.
Silly, yet also all too human.
That night.
Gu Wen was sleeping when he suddenly heard knocking at the door.
Thud, thud, thud, it sounded continuously.
Every night, soone would knock on the door; it had been going on for a very, very long ti.
There were rumors that if soone knocked on your door at night, don’t open it, or else…
Finally, Gu Wen got up and opened the door.
Bathed in moonlight, a delicate figure ca into view and crashed into his arms.
At the sa ti, a fist landed heavily on his stomach.
“Goddamn it, I’ve waited so long, and you finally open the door, granny.”
Getting hit upon opening the door at night convinced Gu Wen of its certainty.
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