Chapter 752 - Teacher
Chapter 752 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" introduces new challenges: âThe golden crow flaps its wings on the summit of Mount Tai, the rivers, ten... Keep following!
âThe golden crow flaps its wings on the summit of Mount Tai, the rivers, ten thousand li long, lie like dormant dragons.âJiang Wang had never seen a dragon with his own eyes, but he had speculated about their existence, imagined their appearance, and was familiar with their depictions.
Every time he saw the Long River, he felt it was a living giant dragon, winding through the vast land of the mortal world, demonstrating its greatness to every person who laid eyes on it.
Jiang Wang was flying over this âvast ocean of land,â gliding over the snow-white silver serpent that danced upon the Earth.
In this place, he could already glimpse Tianma Plateau in the distance.
In his ears roared the Long River, and before his eyes lay vitality and freedom.
Jiang Wang felt the sky vast and the clouds sweeping, his long-suppressed spirit finally cleared.
The Longing in its sheath was eager to try, and he almost wanted to perform a sword dance right there above the Long River, to the roaring âancestral riverâ as music, on the high firmament as a stage, letting heaven and earth be the audience, to fully ease his chest.
New understandings were fermenting in his mind, evanescent as a spark of inspiration, needing but the right moment to seize themâŚ
Just then, every hair on Jiang Wangâs body stood on end!
He felt a profound fear from his life instincts, the shadow of death instantly overshadowing his soul.
He turned and drew his sword!
His magnificent sword intent soared, and the nimble sword light flashed into existence.
He saw a palm!
A palm that covered the sky and everything beneath it.
The sword light flashed and then extinguished.
Jiang Wang was still in the posture of drawing his sword, but his body was stiff in midair, with no chance to escape, and he could not move.
Deathâs footsteps had already reached the door.
Clang!
The palm fell, striking an ancient bronze bell, emitting a long and distant ring.
Jiang Wang only felt himself shrouded in golden light, dizzy and entranced, as if entering a world of splendid golden radiance, followed by the grand ringing of the bell, as if surrounded by supreme Zen chanting.
He faintly heard the magnificent Buddhaâs chant, sayingâ âThus have I heard!â
Then the golden light scattered, and the world reappeared.
A bronze bell spun and shrunk, landing in the hands of a ragged old monk standing before him.
He stood suspended in front of Jiang Wang, his back to him and facing forward.
He was not towering or imposing, even skinny to be exact.
He didnât exhibit the aura of a grand master; his monkâs robe was torn and stained with patches of blood.
From Jiang Wangâs angle, he could see the monkâs greasy nape and the not-so-clean back of his head.
Through the holes in the robe, one could glimpse his dark, wrinkled skin.
But his voice was strong and commandingâ
âStep back, disciple, and let your teacher handle this!â
It was the old Monk Ku Jue, whom he hadnât seen for months.
Beyond Monk Ku Jue, Jiang Wang now saw the owner of the terrifying palm from beforeâa man with an unremarkable middle-aged face, but with a natural majesty in his eyes and brows.
With a simple palm that hadnât even made its mark, the swordâs momentum had already collapsed, and with his Taoist Sect skills, Jiang Wang had no chance to resist.
Given the manâs age and appearance, and the timing of his appearance, his identity was almost self-evident.
The current master of the Zhuang Region, Zhuang Gaoxian!
âI heard a bell?â
Zhuang Gaoxian furrowed his brow, clearly also somewhat surprised: âMay I know which master of the Hanging Monastery is gracing us with his presence?â
He and Ye Lingxiao tacitly passed by each other from afar, leaving Du Ruhui behind, and pursued all the way to the Long River, finally catching up with the assassin who attacked Dong Ah.
Only to find such a young man.
The individual who could be connected to the Bone Demon God and the All-world desolate graves had already been very surprising to him, he had not expected that upon arriving at Long River, he would discover this person was also related to the Hanging Monastery!
He clearly heard the old monk refer to himself as âMaster.â
How could a disciple of the Buddhismâs Eastern Holy Land be involved with the Bone Demon God and the All-world desolate graves?
He almost immediately thought of countless possible conspiracies, his mind racing with thoughts.
âCough!â
Ku Jue faced Zhuang Gaoxian, with his back to Jiang Wang.
He was well aware that showing only oneâs back was the most majestic image, so he never turned around.
He fought through his injuries to break the heavenly wind, arriving here just in time to save his beloved disciple.
Having gone through such hardships, his image could not afford to falter at this moment.
âYour Excellency has good eyesight!â He said to Zhuang Gaoxian with an imposing air, âStanding before you is the future Buddha of the Pure Land, the next abbot of the Hanging Monastery â Master Ku Jue!
In the future, he will establish an eternal golden body and will surely achieve the Bodhiâs sublime fruit.
Who are you to dare to harm a monkâs disciple?â
Zhuang Gaoxianâs brow furrowed even tighter.
This old monk spoke grandly, but it was all âfuture,â ânext,â âwill be,â âlater,â without a single promise grounded in the present.
He seemed somewhat crazy and rambled incoherently.
But the authenticity of that bell he heard and his status as a true person of this era couldnât be faked.
âI am the sovereign of Zhuang Regionâs mountains and rivers, bearing the Jade Capitalâs seal, ruling over a Taoist country!â Zhuang Gaoxian responded coldly, âMaster, you claim that the person who attempted to assassinate Zhuang Countryâs vice chancellor is a disciple of your Hanging Monastery.
Should I take it to mean that you intend to declare war on my Taoist Sect on behalf of the Hanging Monastery?â
Zhuang Gaoxian could only represent Zhuang Country, but that did not prevent him from invoking the prestige of a Taoist country at this time, raising the battle flag of the Taoist Sect.
âI donât know what youâre talking about!â
The old monk was incredibly slippery, naturally not willing to take on this odious role.
He snorted with disdain and scratched his itchy spot, âThis disciple of mine has always been well-behaved and kind-hearted, not wanting even to harm an ant or disturb a moth circling a lamp.
Youâre accusing him of murder?
I wouldnât even believe heâd kill a chicken!â
Not only did the old monk disbelieve it, but Jiang Wang himself found it hard to believe.
As someone whose Sword Qi could pierce the heavens, saying he was afraid to kill a chicken was a bit much.
Of course, Zhuang Gaoxian wouldnât believe it either.
He spread his arms, exuding dominance, âIn that case, Master, do you truly intend for us to fight it out?â
The old monk was slippery, and Zhuang Gaoxian was not interested in arguing about whether this youth was the actual culprit.
It was pointless.
In such a situation, the back-and-forth would be equivalent to giving up the pursuit.
And after coming so far, he clearly wasnât willing to give up.
It wasnât enough to implicate a conflict between Buddhism and the Taoist Sect, so the best option was to exclude Zhuang Country and the Hanging Monastery and engage in a dialogue as a true person of this era.
So he only asked if there would be a battle, wanting to measure the old monkâs weight and to what extent he would go to protect the assassin.
Ku Jue laughed heartily, his clothes torn and his injuries not yet healed, but he showed no weakness, rather arrogant and domineering, âThe monkâs heart is full of compassion.
Itâs best you turn back while you can!â
At the same time, Jiang Wang heard an urgent voice in his ear, âThis guy is tough, run first, my good disciple!â
In the face of Ku Jueâs arrogance, Zhuang Gaoxian laughed in anger, simply saying, âGood!â
Without holding back, he moved forward to strike with his palm.
The sea of clouds surged for thousands of miles, the river beneath trembled.
âYou wouldnât take the road to heaven, but sought out the gateless hell!â
Ku Jue bellowed with a thunderous voice, his presence overwhelmingly powerful.
With a clap of his hands, a golden swastika Buddist symbol spontaneously appeared, growing rapidly as if it were a solid golden wall firmly positioned before him.
The two true people of this era began their fierce battle over Long River.
And Jiang Wang, without any hesitation, turned and flew away quickly.
Having traveled countless miles to save him, he could not help but be moved by Ku Jueâs actions.
But he was acutely aware that with his current strength, he had no chance to influence the battle between true people of this era.
Quickly leaving so that Ku Jue would not have to be concerned about him and might have an opportunity to extricate himself from the battle, was indeed the best choice.
To insist on staying and dying alongside Ku Jue would be the most foolish sentimentality.
It would serve only to indulge oneself and burden someone else, with no meaningful purpose whatsoever.