Chapter 23: Benevolence
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Astonished and angry, ng Qi struggled hard. However, Zhen Guan also fully exerted his strength. So ng Qi was still pinned down tightly by Zhen Guan, even though he lifted Zhen Guan a little bit.
After a short period of panicked struggle, ng Qi suddenly realized that although he was breathing with difficulty, he was not suffocating at all. It seed that Zhen Guan’s hands were tucked in his muscle, so ng Qi could breathe tolerably.
“Oh, I have the Iron Skin skill!” This idea occurred in ng Qi’s dizzy mind.
Because this was not just his own practice, he forgot that he had the ability of “Iron Skin” during this crisis!
In fact, “Iron Skin” had little effect on enhancing strength.
Realizing that he was not in danger, ng Qi gradually controlled his flustered emotions and attentively actuated his Dantian. A warm current slowly rose.
With the onset of his inner force, ng Qi utilized his strength with his waist, belly, and hands, and then threw Zhen Guan out against the wall.
Zhen Guan was staggering but still struggled to get up. With swollen and rosy eyes, he constantly growled, “I’ll kill you,” and “You grabbed my opportunity to be a Warrior-monk Yard,” and jumped upon ng Qi insanely.
“You’re crazy!” At this mont, ng Qi had just turned over the bed and stood on it in astonishnt and indignation. He did not try to evade but rather gave Zhen Guan a hard blow on his chest with the “Black Tiger Digging Heart” skill.
Although Zhen Guan hit ng Qi with his hands, the attacks were just like tickles to ng Qi.
With a bang, Zhen Guan hit again on the wall, making a muffled sound.
He covered his chest with his right hand and struggled to stand up, but he failed no matter how hard he tried. The blow that ng Qi gave him was very heavy, as ng Qi used almost all of his strength.
“Kill, I’ll kill you!
“You bastards, deceptive Buddhist monks!
“I want revenge. I want revenge…”
He murmured madly, with a runny nose and watery eyes.
At this mont, Zhen Ying and Zhen Hui were both awakened by the great noise—one was dazed and the other was stiff while blankly staring at this scene.
When ng Qi saw Zhen Guan’s manic condition, he thought that if he had not exchanged the “Iron Skin” in the “Samsara World”, he would have been killed by Zhen Guan. Imdiately, a great anger erged from his heart, so he jumped out of the bed, and waved his fist toward Zhen Guan.
However, ng Qi’s fist directly hit a suddenly appearing yellow cloth instead of Zhen Guan, making a “Puff!” sound.
“Stop!” Xuan Xin yelled and pulled back his sleeves.
As soon as he saw Xuan Xin, ng Qi shouted, “Uncle Master Xuan Xin, Zhen Guan was crazy. He wanted to kill !”
And Zhen Guan was ferociously staring at ng Qi and Xuan Xin, constantly repeating, “I’ll kill you.”
Xuan Xin looked at Zhen Guan angrily, curled his lip, and said, “How can you kill him in this condition?”
He hastened to Zhen Guan and then kicked him. The hit was so hard that Zhen Guan could not say any words.
“What are you looking at? Go back to bed! Do you want to use a tal bucket to carry water tomorrow?” Xuan Xin shouted at the Chores Monk who had co to the door to see what had happened.
“This gang of rubbish!” Xuan Xin turned around and soliloquized. Zhen Ying, lying on the bed, looked more and more gloomy.
Then Xuan Xin looked at ng Qi, smiled, and asked, “Nephew Zhen Ding, what do you think about this matter?”
ng Qi, in fact, was a man of experience and had already recovered from his anger. Because he suffered no substantial damage, he glanced at Zhen Guan and said, “Everything is in your hands. But Zhen Guan was already out of his mind. I’m afraid that he’ll kill others.”
Xuan Xin coughed and beckoned Zhen Hui to close the door of the ditation room.
At first, Zhen Hui was a little excited when he saw Xuan Xin kicking Zhen Guan, as if the Stories of rivers and lakes really happened before him. Hearing Xuan Xin, he replied and ran to close the door, then continued to stare at Xuan Xin and ng Qi.
“This matter has, after all, occurred in our Chores Yard. We’d better keep this matter to ourselves. How about this… tomorrow, I’ll find an excuse to expel Zhen Guan from our Shaolin Temple,” said Xuan Xin, smiling broadly.
ng Qi realized that if the matter was taken over by the Commandnt Yard, he, a Deacon Monk in the Chores Yard, would shoulder the responsibility.
He was thinking about seizing this opportunity to befriend Xuan Xin when the door was suddenly pushed open and a monk in yellow ca in, who was wearing brownish-red Buddha beads on his right hand.
“Junior Brother Xuan Xin, you planned to conceal this matter if I hadn’t co here and heard the noise.” The Commandnt Monk, who was a little over 30 with long skinny eyes, simpered at Xuan Xin.
Xuan Xin’s complexion changed as he advanced toward him. Smiling, he said, “Senior Brother Xuan Kong, I didn’t want to bother you with these minor matters.”
He took out sothing from his arms and stuffed it into Xuan Kong’s hands snugly.
Xuan Kong weighed it and smiled warmly. “No one was injured or killed, so it isn’t serious. But we can’t let this madman stay in.”
“Don’t worry, Senior Brother, we won’t trouble you,” Xuan Xin assured him.
ng Qi stared up at them in stupefied amazent. This temple was, in fact, also a dirty place, at least the Chores Yard was. The “traditional code of conduct” was also applied here.
Xuan Kong looked at Zhen Guan, who was struggling to stand up, and turned to ng Qi, saying, “Nephew, your Thwart Kung Fu is great.”
ng Qi subconsciously touched his neck and felt several deep finger marks. A myriad of thoughts crowded into his mind, then he said, “Uncle Master Xuan Kong, I learned so martial arts from my family before becoming a monk, and I often practice them after finishing my work.”
“Eh, don’t be nervous. We all know,” Xuan Kong said with a sneer. “If you didn’t have such a relationship, successors of the Sword Washing Pavilion and the Zhen Wu Sect won’t speak for you, even with eloquent words.”
“They all think this way…” ng Qi was relieved. He could satisfy the two successors, for this explanation could easily be accepted and it concealed his true relationship with Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei.
Xuan Kong bent his mouth with a spurious smile and said, “As for taking apprentices, our Shaolin Temple never cares where they co from. If you make mistakes, our Commandnt Yard will punish you severely. Oh, Junior Brother Xuan Ku and I are good friends, so his attitude is the sa as mine.”
After saying this, he turned around and went outside, only leaving the words: “Junior Brother Xuan Xin, rember to deal with it properly.”
“F*ck, these Commandnt Yard bastards can’t stand the pride of others in front of them.” After Xuan Kong left, Xuan Xin cursed with bitter hatred without the consciousness of breaking the commandnts. “Zhen Ding, were you arguing with them?”
ng Qi curled his lip and said, “I’m not afraid of them because I’m right.”
“Yeah, they hate this attitude the most,” Xuan Xin looked at ng Qi and said. “Where are you from? Only you, a highbred and fearless man, can act so courageously.”
“How should I know!?” ng Qi pretended to be deep and said, “I’ve stayed away from the mortal world, so it has nothing to do with .”
Xuan Xin spat, completely distrusting ng Qi’s excuse. Recently, he had found that Zhen Ding was a little precocious, like an adult instead of a child, so he just looked at him and sighed without any words.
“When it cos to Zhen Guan, he’s such a poor fellow who beca an orphan from a rich family. All his family was killed by 72 bandits during their itinerary trade route. In order to get revenge, he threw himself into Shaolin Temple, but Xuan Ku knew all of his resentnt, so he was finally arranged to stay in our Chores Yard.”
“Now that, due to this reason, you can’t accept Senior Brother Zhen Guan, why do you still give him a glimr of hope?” ng Qi frowned.
“Hey, Xuan Ku is such a kind of person. He accepted Zhen Guan to dissolve Zhen Guan’s hatred through the sound and Buddha in the temple. Amitabha, the Teachings of Buddhism are unlimited.” Xuan Xin prayed to Amitabha sarcastically.
“Hehe, why not persuade those 72 bandits to drop their butcher’s knives and beco the Buddha?” ng Qi said angrily.
Xuan Xin answered, “Because he’s unable to defeat them.”
He turned around and looked at Zhen Guan who gradually cald himself down. “Hey, Nephew Zhen Guan, it would better for you to leave the mountain tomorrow. Maybe you’ll obtain a chance of becoming more skillful.”
“Go down the mountain?” Hearing this, Zhen Guan suddenly sobered up, covered his face with his hands, and murmured painfully, “Dad, mom, I’m a disobedient son, an unfilial son! Five years have passed, but I haven’t taken revenge on anyone…”
ng Qi sighed and did not prevent Xuan Xin from letting Zhen Guan go because there was little chance for him to stay here.
But this confird ng Qi’s determination to learn martial arts well. Otherwise, in the future, he might not have the ability for revenge.
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“You?” Zhen De looked at ng Qi and Zhen Hui in amazent, who appeared in front of the group of new Warrior Monks.
“Wasn’t it said that no one had beco a Warrior Monk for a long ti?”
“This cunning guy and stupid boy could beco Warrior Monks?”
They, who took pride in their Warrior-monk Yard, all repelled them.
ng Qi observed their expressions and laughed in his heart. He really wanted to shout: “I’m here again.”
Xuan Chi looked at the Warrior Monks who ca in recent years, and said to ng Qi and Zhen Hui, “From today on, you’ll learn from them. Zhen Miao is the Teaching Monk.”
“Zhen Miao?” ng Qi cocked his head and looked at the gentle young monk.“Him? At my age, he has already beco a Teaching Monk, while I am only a Warrior Monk who still remains in the exercise period.”
Zhen Miao wore a yellow frock and looked like a gentleman. And he actually gave off a sense of calm standing over there.
He nodded without smiling. “You all follow behind them.”
ng Qi and Zhen Hui complied and found their place at once.
“Today, we’ll continue our practice of Arhat Fists. I’ll perform it for all of you, and you must watch carefully.” Zhen Miao saw Xuan Chi off, then lifted his frock, took up a horse stance, and demonstrated the “Prayer Before the Mountain”.
“First, practice in this manner. When learning martial arts, you must establish a solid base, so don’t be greedy or pushy.” Zhen Miao told all the monks to practice.
Both ng Qi and Zhen Hui had been learning Arhat Fists for several months, so they were able to keep up with the speed of the others. They practiced again and again from the first to the 18th type. After so ti, they were sweating profusely.
“Stop!” Suddenly, Zhen Miao walked up to ng Qi and looked at him seriously. “Your Arhat Fists isn’t good. How do you usually practice it? Now, if you continue to practice in this way, you’ll et so troubles in the future.”
ng Qi clearly knew that in his Arhat Fists, which he practiced from the book and Zhen Yong’s help, there had to exist many problems. So he said to Zhen Miao sincerely, “I practice it by following the book. I hope you can give so directions.”
“You might as well not practice it because it’ll cost you a lot of ti to correct it.” Zhen Miao frowned, cocked his head, and looked aside and said, “Zhen De, co here and practice with him. Let him know the bad effects of the wrong movents.”
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