Ask Wudang Chapter 217

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Ye Qingfeng shouted again, “You’ve searched high and low for it, and it just came to you effortlessly.”

Upon hearing these words again, Jueyuan was overjoyed. He immediately picked up Zhang Junbao and rapidly glided towards the mountain.

Jueyuan had cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill to the Grand Completion realm. His Nine Yang True Qi was incredibly profound, not inferior to even the Five Absolutes. Carrying Zhang Junbao up the mountain was a piece of cake for him.

In just a few breaths, Jueyuan arrived before Ye Qingfeng with Zhang Junbao.

Upon seeing Ye Qingfeng, Jueyuan first clasped his palms together and bowed, “This humble monk Jueyuan of Shaolin Temple respectfully thanks this benefactor for your righteousness.” He then turned to Zhang Junbao beside him and said, “Junbao, quickly kowtow to this benefactor.”

“Yes, Master.”

Zhang Junbao responded, stepped forward, and was about to kowtow to Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng was greatly alarmed and hastily stopped him, saying, “You must not, absolutely must not.”

Although this world was not the same time and space as the previous one, a master was a master after all. How could he let his master kowtow to him?

After stopping Zhang Junbao from kowtowing, Ye Qingfeng scrutinized Jueyuan again. He saw that Jueyuan was about fifty years old, radiating a scholarly aura, vast and profound, like a learned scholar and a great Confucian who had mastered worldly affairs.

He then turned his head to examine Zhang Junbao. He saw that Zhang Junbao had a peculiar appearance, with a pointed forehead, slender neck, broad chest, long legs, round eyes, and large ears. Although he was only twelve or thirteen years old, he stood with a dignified and imposing presence, subtly revealing the demeanor of a great master.

“Is this the Master in his youth?”

Muttering to himself, Ye Qingfeng then pointed to Zhang Chuo beside him and asked, “Master, is this the person you are looking for?”

Jueyuan nodded and said, “Precisely.” He then turned to Zhang Chuo, clasped his palms together, and bowed, “Benefactor Zhang, the Lankavatara Sutra you borrowed is a Buddhist treasure preserved by our Shaolin Temple. Please return it to this humble monk.”

Zhang Junbao interjected, “What borrowing? He clearly stole it.”

Jueyuan immediately rebuked, “Junbao, although you have not become a monk, you are still within the Buddhist fold. You must remember the precept against false speech. How can you speak ill and slander Benefactor Zhang? You must know that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. Between form and emptiness, there is no need to forcefully draw boundaries. Speaking of stealing a book is uncouth. It is more appropriate to call it borrowing without permission.”

“Yes, disciple will remember your teaching.”

Zhang Junbao had always respected his master, so he did not argue. After responding, he stood still and remained silent.

Upon seeing this scene, Ye Qingfeng felt that Jueyuan was too pedantic. If it were according to his temper, he would first torment this book thief and then interrogate him about the whereabouts of the scripture, instead of being so long-winded.

However, Jueyuan was always Jueyuan. If he weren’t so long-winded, he wouldn’t be Jueyuan.

Zhang Chuo, who had been captured by Ye Qingfeng, was already in despair. Unexpectedly, Monk Jueyuan was so pedantic, and he saw a glimmer of hope in this. At that moment, he couldn’t help but think, “This old monk wants to reason. If I can make him unable to reason, he will certainly not pursue me relentlessly. By then, the original owner won’t pursue it, and this person won’t make things difficult for me anymore.” Thinking this, he immediately said, “Master, I am already endlessly grateful for your rescue. How could I steal from you?”

Jueyuan said, “Amitabha, this humble monk did not say that Benefactor you stole the scripture. It was borrowing, borrowing without asking. The matter of Benefactor borrowing the scripture was personally witnessed by my humble disciple Junbao. I believe he would not falsely accuse Benefactor.”

Zhang Junbao continued, “That’s right, I personally witnessed this. You keep saying you didn’t steal… didn’t borrow my master’s scripture. Do you dare let me search you?”

Jueyuan hurriedly said, “Junbao, absolutely not. Searching someone’s body is too impolite.” He then turned to Zhang Chuo and said, “Benefactor Zhang, the truth of this matter is unclear. Do you have another good plan to resolve my doubts?”

Zhang Chuo shook his sleeves and chuckled, “I am empty of all four elements. How could I have any scripture on me? And how can I resolve Master’s doubts?”

Zhang Junbao shouted, “You are clearly guilty. I must search you.”

With that, he stepped forward two paces and suddenly grabbed at Zhang Chuo’s chest.

How could Zhang Chuo let him succeed? He subtly shifted his body and gently pulled his wrist, sending Zhang Junbao flying.

Seeing this scene, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger and immediately wanted to cleave Zhang Chuo in two.

Before he could act, Monk Jueyuan spoke first.

“Junbao, sink your qi to the abyss, and condense your strength at the root of the mountain. See if he can throw you off balance?”

“Yes, Master.”

Zhang Junbao responded, contemplating the mental cultivation method taught by Jueyuan. He followed the instructions and once again grabbed at Zhang Chuo’s chest.

Zhang Chuo sneered inwardly, intending to repeat his trick. He still subtly shifted his body and gently pulled his wrist.

Unexpectedly, with his pull, Zhang Junbao remained motionless, instantly astonishing him.

It turned out that over the years, Zhang Junbao had followed Jueyuan in cleaning the Scripture Depository and had learned many of the foundational skills from the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Besides not knowing any fist or foot techniques, his internal energy was no less than that of an ordinary second-rate expert. At this moment, upon hearing his master’s guidance, he instantly comprehended the subtle principle of channeling energy. Thus, Zhang Chuo naturally couldn’t throw him off balance.

Ye Qingfeng also realized that Jueyuan was teaching Zhang Junbao on the spot, so he suppressed his anger and remained calm.

Zhang Chuo, as cunning as a fox, found his old trick ineffective. He suddenly withdrew the forward pulling force and then pushed backward. Zhang Junbao, caught off guard, was immediately pushed sprawling on his back. After pushing Zhang Junbao down, Zhang Chuo chuckled, “Little brother, you’re no good.”

Zhang Junbao climbed to his feet, returned to Jueyuan’s side, and said with a mortified expression, “Master, it’s still no good.”

Jueyuan said, “He is deliberately showing weakness, using nothing to overcome something. When you channel your qi, your qi must be channeled by yourself. You don’t need to care where the external force comes from. Look at this mountain peak; it stands firm, unchanging through the ages. The strong wind comes from the west, and the heavy rain comes from the east, yet this mountain peak neither retreats nor deliberately collides with them. As the saying goes, ‘Let him be strong, the clear breeze brushes the mountain ridge; let him be fierce, the bright moon shines on the great river…’”

The content he narrated was precisely the profound martial arts principles contained in the Nine Yang Divine Skill, but such last-minute efforts were always futile.

Therefore, before Jueyuan could finish, Ye Qingfeng interrupted, “Little brother, let me teach you a move.”

As he spoke, he swept his right hand, and his left fist shot out, stopping half a foot from Zhang Junbao’s chest. Before the fist strike could land, it suddenly turned and lightly landed on Zhang Junbao’s waist. This move seemed simple but contained the profound principle of avoiding the substantial and striking the void.

After demonstrating the move, Ye Qingfeng whispered, “When you punch someone, wherever you strike, your mind must be focused there. When you strike him, you don’t need to concentrate fully; use your intent, not your strength. Use your strength only when you make contact.”

Zhang Junbao had extremely high comprehension and instantly grasped the profound meaning. He was overjoyed and said, “I understand! Thank you, Benefactor.”

After thanking Ye Qingfeng, Zhang Junbao lunged forward again. He formed his right hand into a palm and waved it in front of Zhang Chuo’s face, then extended his left fist straight out, aiming for his chest. Zhang Chuo blocked with his arm, but unexpectedly, Zhang Junbao’s fist suddenly twisted and instantly struck his left ribs.

Upon taking this punch, Zhang Chuo immediately felt bone-piercing pain, his whole body trembling, almost curling up like a cooked shrimp.

In fact, it was also Zhang Chuo’s carelessness. He had originally thought that Zhang Junbao was young, and even if he knew some martial arts, he wouldn’t be very strong. Even taking a punch wouldn’t be a big deal. He never expected that Zhang Junbao had already cultivated the foundational skills of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and his true qi was abundant, already extraordinary. He just hadn’t known how to use it. Now, with Ye Qingfeng’s guidance, he understood the method of using intent without force and the boxing principle of avoiding the substantial and striking the void. Immediately, it was like a precious sword unsheathed, a sharp awl breaking free from its sheath, and its power was naturally vastly different.

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