Chapter 753: Chapter Forty-Seven: Help and Design
“It’s my honor to be acquainted with Buddha Son,” Duan Qiachou bowed with a smile, “I have sothing to ask of you, and I hope it’s not too presumptuous.”
“I spend every day in the elegant garden, chanting sutras and ditating. How can I assist you, Mr. Duan?”
“I must admit it’s quite embarrassing,” Duan Qianchou confessed with sha, “The young fighters in our generation are overzealous. They don’t know how to restrain themselves in sparring. In just one day, over a hundred contestants have been seriously injured during our Martial Art Exchange, now being treated at the dical Valley of Chongming Peak. Martial Saint Mountain, as the host, invited factions from all over Longzhou. These young masters were healthy and energetic when they ca. If they were to leave severely injured, it would reflect poorly on our Martial Saint Mountain.”
“What do you suggest, Mr. Duan?”
“Throughout history, the fields of dicine and Buddhism have been intimately connected. Wuxiang Zen Temple is the holy ground where the pinnacle of dical arts ets the Heaven Sect. I’ve heard that the Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction contains a divine technique called Cihang Treasure Light. Have you mastered it, Buddha Son?”
“I see,” Yankong nodded in understanding,” I have indeed mastered the Cihang Treasure Light. Using it to heal and save lives is a noble endeavour. Since you have requested it, Mr. Duan, I am obligated to assist. I will use Cihang Treasure Light to help the physicians at the Hundred Herbs Immortal Mansion treat the injured.”
Upon hearing Yankong’s ready agreent, Duan Qianchou stood up from his seat, bowed deeply with respect, and said, “Buddha Son’s compassion has deeply touched . Please accept my deepest gratitude!”
“That’s too much,” Yankong hastily got up from his seat, supported Duan Qianchou who wanted to offer deep respect, and comforted him, “As mbers of the Zen sect, it is our duty to heal and save people. There’s no need for such a grand gesture. Please rise, Mr. Duan.”
Supported by Yankong, Duan Qianchou, felt a strong force holding up his arm preventing him from kneeling. He resignedly stood up and deeply moved, he said, “Your noble character, Buddha Son, has deeply impressed . I regret that I cannot share your burden. I am truly shad!”
“Each of us has our own specializations, Mr. Duan,” Yankong, having helped Duan Qianchou to his feet, gently chided him as he smiled, “Now, please tell where the dical Valley is located. Considering the number of injured, there’s no ti to waste.”
“Your compassion, Buddha Son!” Duan Qianchou voiced his admiration once again, and respectfully replied, “The dical Valley is located on Chongming Peak, the auxiliary peak to the west of Bifang Mountain. Let guide you to it.”
“I appreciate the offer of your guidance, Mr. Duan!”
When the news of Buddha Son Yankong being led to Chongming Peak by the first disciple of Dapeng Mountain, Duan Qianchou spread, the physicians of dical Valley were astonished. Soon, all the doctors from the entire valley erged, wanting to get a glimpse of the holy face of the present Buddha Son, as if on a pilgrimage.
Even though Hundred Herbs Immortal Mansion was the top dical institution in Longzhou, there were still two insurmountable mountains above it. One is the dicine God Sect in Zhongzhou, and the other is the Wuxiang Zen Temple in southern heaven region.
The deep researches on dicine carried out at these two holy sites were far more superior and miraculous. It was not an exaggeration to say that they could bring the dead back to life or make white bones flesh again. As doctors, who wouldn’t want to learn from the current Buddha Son, hoping to resolve their doubts?
When Duan Qianchou announced that Buddha Son Yankong was also in possession of the Cihang Treasure Light, a massive cheer erupted from within the ranks of the doctors.
If it could be said that Innate Qi is a healing spiritual light that all doctors aspire to, then Cihang Treasure Light is a sacred light only known in dical legends. With the discontinuation of the Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction, this divine light, which could compete with the creation of heaven and earth, had not appeared for several hundreds of years. The eyes of every doctor that looked at Yankong were as fervent as fanatics.
“I see there’s no need for to remind you all to respect Buddha Son,” Duan Qianchou teased as he observed the admiration and envy on the faces of these doctors, who were usually rather haughty. He then turned to Yankong, bowed and reverently said, “Buddha Son, I trust you with the matter of the injured in the dical Valley.”
“There’s no need to be formal, Mr. Duan.”
“Although I do wish to witness the miracle of the Cihang Treasure Light, I regretfully still have many affairs to attend to on Dapeng Mountain. I must take my leave.”
“Please take your ti, Mr. Duan,” Yankong courteously replied as he returned the courtesy.
Borrowing the spiritual power transford into golden wings from his back, Duan Qianchou, first disciple of Dapeng Mountain, soared into the sky. He turned into a streak of golden light and vanished into the horizon. His speed left the onlookers in awe.
The ultimate skill of Dapeng Mountain, the Tianpeng Battle Form, truly is unparalleled in its ferocity. Not only that, in terms of speed and maneuverability, it is also extrely rare in this world.
Transford into a streak of golden light, Duan Qianchou was returning to Dapeng Mountain with a sense of accomplishnt after having completed his mission. However, halfway through his journey, he spotted a man standing in the sky. The handso man with shoulder-length purple hair had an expression of discontent on his face, as if he was waiting for soone.
Who else could have purple hair on Martial Saint Mountain other than Dao Child Bu Xiao? And who else would be waiting in between Chongming Peak and Dapeng Mountain if not him?
As the golden wings retracted and the golden light faded revealing Duan Qianchou, he floated in mid-air and bowed respectfully towards the person, “The disciple of Dapeng Mountain, Duan Qianchou, greets Dao Child.”
“Why did you trick Yankong into going to Chongming Peak? What are you planning?!” Bu Xiao didn’t return Duan Qianchou’s greetings. His icy expression showed no signs of thawing, it even seed to get colder,”Didn’t I say that Tang Luo’s matter was settled? I explicitly said not to cause any more complications. Yet, you still dragged the Buddha Son of Wuxiang Zen Temple into this. Duan Qianchou, what are you up to?!”
“Watch your words, Dao Child,” Duan Qianchou’s haughtiness returned after his polite greeting. He calmly replied, “I’m rely a common disciple of Martial Saint Mountain. How dare I use Buddha Son of Wuxiang Zen Temple? I only visited the elegant garden to request Buddha Son’s assistance in treating the injured at dical Valley. After all, as the host… ”
“Enough!” Bu Xiao interrupted Duan Qianchou, and told him coldly, “Didn’t you know that the Zen Sect has Six Supernatural Powers, one of which is called Mind Reading, which allows one to read the thoughts of people in front of them? Do you seriously think that your tricks will fool Yankong?”
Duan Qianchou’s face darkened instantly. The Zen Sect’s Six Supernatural Powers were extrely mysterious, regarded alongside the Five Eyes as eleven top-secret techniques. He had been unaware of this power until Bu Xiao ntioned it. That’s why it’s said that true Buddha cannot be deceived, it’s because of this supernatural power.
He had planned for every possibility, but failed to account for this one. He had made Martial Saint Mountain a potential enemy for no reason. Considering his performance in the elegant garden, Duan Qianchou cursed in frustration, “Such a thieving monk! He acted so cordially with , in his heart he must be mocking . Despicable!”
“Didn’t you say that inviting Yankong to Chongming Peak was only for healing?” Bu Xiao coldly asked.
“Um… no…” Duan Chou, torn between sha and anger, was about to defend himself when he suddenly had an epiphany and exclaid in disbelief, “You tricked ! Didn’t you? Yankong doesn’t have the Mind Reading skill, does he?”
“Duan! Qian! Chou!” Bu Xiao roared furiously. Each word was imbued with rage. His robe fluttered without wind, his purple hair floated, and the originally white clouds in the sky darkened instantaneously, with the distant thunder rolling, and the sky full of thunderclouds made the currently furious Bu Xiao look just like an angry Lei Jun. His two irises, one darkened and one brightened, were emotionlessly focused on Duan Qianchou.
“Tell your true intentions for tricking Buddha Son, now!”
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