Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze Chapter 133 - 91 The Young Are to Be Feared

If Yang Tiansheng’s "Contending with the Sun" is just a jumping candle fla,

then his father’s "Contending with the Sun" is a soaring blaze that burns fiercely!

The gap is so vast, it’s beyond all reason!

Facing Yang Yinghao’s sword attack that rged man and sword as one, like the sun in its zenith, Yu Cangshan glanced at it once and without hesitation turned tail and ran, not even bothering to put up a symbolic resistance...

The sword qi that missed its target tore through two houses, and the shards of flying tiles, like ash swirling within a great blaze...

Yang Ge, mouth agape, looked up at the sky full of tile shards, and after several seconds, he swallowed hard and turned to Yang Tiansheng, saying, "You weren’t bragging after all, uncle can really fight three of !"

If he rembered correctly, this Bright Right emissary of the Ming Sect wasn’t even among the topmost masters.

At least he’s not ranked among the "Four Elders, Seven Heroes, and Twelve Warriors" renowned in the martial world.

But Yang Yinghao’s sword had made Yang Ge feel... the gap between true masters was even wider than that between a master and soone whose Qi Sea had yet to mature!

He was still far, far behind!

Hearing Yang Ge’s words, Yang Tiansheng surprisingly didn’t gloat but instead replied in a low, puzzled voice, "It’s the first ti I’ve seen the old man get serious... how can he be so strong!"

For so reason, hearing this from Yang Tiansheng made Yang Ge feel less shocked, even a bit amused...

He could already imagine the paternal face of this Bright Right emissary of the Ming Sect, showing off to impress his son, expending all his might in that one fierce sword strike.

A father who’s life has been marked by strength and pride...

"Alright, put so effort into it!"

Watching Yang Yinghao pursue Yu Cangshan into the distance, Yang Ge clapped Yang Tiansheng on the shoulder, "You can be as strong as uncle in the future too!"

Yang Tiansheng nodded vigorously, then suddenly snapped out of it and cursed angrily, "Damn, you took advantage of again!"

Yang Ge laughed heartily, looked down at Liao Fan, the mad monk, who had remained motionless the whole ti, and moved his aching right ankle, "Enough small talk, what to do about this mad monk?"

"His iron skin and copper bones are too demonic; I’ve struck him no fewer than a hundred tis without even scratching his oily skin!"

As he said this, he was certain in his heart that the mad monk’s internal injuries must be severe.

The move "Windy Chasm’s Wail" he had used before, he had only borne the recoil of the force and that had already damaged his ridians and bones!

The mad monk had taken all the force head-on, how could he possibly be completely unscathed!

Your external skills might be formidable, but it’s not like you can turn your internal organs into copper skin and iron bones, right?

Otherwise, why would the monk just stand there so obediently unmoving?

"What nonsense are you spouting? His skill is the ’Vajra Invincible Divine Skill,’ the strongest external cultivation thod in the world!"

Yang Tiansheng said with disdain, "If he were killed by just a few slashes of your sword, Shaolin Temple would have to paint your portrait and worship it!"

"Really?"

Yang Ge grasped his ox-tail saber more tightly, a realization dawning on him.

He was in bad shape.

His ridians were damaged, bones in his chest and ankle cracked, and less than thirty percent of his True Qi remained—and what was left was in complete chaos...

But no matter.

After all, he had only one strike of strength left.

If he can’t kill the mad monk with that one strike...

It’s all the sa whether he’s injured or not.

"Hey, mad monk, can we talk?"

Yang Ge shouted, "Is it not just about the money you’re paid? How much did Louwailou offer you? I’ll double it!"

Hearing this, the mad monk cocked his head, seemingly puzzled as he replied, "Lay brother, why do you stubbornly refuse to let this old monk Deliver you? Don’t you wish to achieve enlightennt?"

Yang Ge could only think that the thoughts of a madman were indeed incomprehensible to any sane person: "I’ve heard of guiding people to beco monks, and of Delivering ghosts to the Pure Land, but this business of Delivering a living person into a ghost, this is a first for —what kind of sutra are you reading, what kind of Buddha are you cultivating?"

The mad monk shook his head, "You err, lay brother, for every sentient being is suffering, and all appearances are inherently empty. You, who relieve suffering and deliver beings, are a person of great rit and will rise to the Western Paradise to beco a Buddha, not descend into the underworld to re-enter the cycle of rebirth. This is indeed great joy!"

Yang Ge: "If I indeed have such great rit, shouldn’t you as a monk respect and honor ? Why then do you seek to kill ?"

He had heard the monk’s theory several tis already, initially thinking it was just an excuse to justify the killing, similar to the famous "Fated with our Western Sect."

But now it seed this mad monk truly believed in his own twisted doctrine!

Again, the mad monk shook his head: "Lay brother, you are attached to form. All beings are suffering, all forms are inherently empty. You relieve suffering and deliver beings, thus you have great rit and great karma as well. I am here to respect and honor you, especially to Deliver you to resolve your karma, to rise early to the bliss of Pure Land. If I can Deliver you to beco a Buddha, it is even better than reciting a hundred thousand Heart Sutras."

After much thought, Yang Ge finally grasped his aning...

This doctrine of the mad monk reminded him of a similar one from his mory, "Do not easily interfere with others’ karma, else you’ll carry their fate upon yourself; even the parents of this lifeti should not be Delivered" – they shared the sa twisted root.

According to this theory, by doing good deeds and saving many, he had acquired rit, but at the sa ti, he’d taken on their suffering; the mad monk was here to help him end these karmic ties, to transcend all that suffering...

With this thought, Yang Ge suddenly asked, "Do you know who I am?"

The mad monk stared blankly at him and replied, "Lay brother’s surna is Zhang, with the given na Ma Zi."