Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 40 Questions
Amid the dragon's roar, a powerful palm force shattered Jiumozhi's flaming sword.

"What a great flaming sword!" Wang Yuyan swung her right hand and took back the whip. She had been familiar with martial arts since childhood, so she naturally knew the moves used by Jiumozhi.

Even if it is the secret knowledge of Tantric Buddhism!

As she spoke, she flew up from her horse, descended from the sky, and struck Jiumozhi with a palm.

This palm was accompanied by a dragon's roar and was extremely powerful, like a claw extended by a dragon above the sky.

Before the palm arrived, Jiumozhi felt the huge palm wind!
"Well done!" Seeing that the palm was coming so powerfully, he also struck back with a palm towards the sky.

It is the "Prajna Palm" among the 72 Shaolin unique skills!
With a "bang", the two men's palms collided!

Jiumozhi only felt a huge force and took half a step back, while Wang Yuyan used the power of her palm to fly back onto the horse's back.

"At such a young age, he has such powerful skills! The Central Plains martial arts should not be underestimated!" Jiumozhi couldn't help but say as he felt his right palm slightly numb.

He caused a big fuss in the Tianlong Temple in Dali, beating up the old and the young with no pressure at all!
He never thought that in this city of Suzhou, a random little girl could make him feel pressured!
Wang Yuyan also felt that the monk in front of her had a high level of cultivation. She looked down at Jiumozhi and said, "It's rare that you, a demon monk, can catch my "Hero Palm"!"

"Fortunately it's not one of Shaolin's new 72 unique skills, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with!"

She has a photographic memory since she was young, and is well versed in martial arts, ancient and modern history. Whenever she sees the regrets in history, she can't help but feel deeply moved.

At the same time, doubts arose in her mind.

Throughout history, most heroes were men. Why are there so few female heroes?
Are women inferior to men?
No! Who says women are inferior to men?
She can do anything a man can do!

So she combined the strengths of hundreds of martial arts and created her own martial art called "Hero Palm"!
A hero is one who has great ambitions, good plans, and the ability to contain the universe and swallow the world.

Women can be heroes too!
A hero is like a dragon, so the hero’s palm is like a dragon’s roar!
As a result, she became very famous around Suzhou.

People in Suzhou City all call her "Female Overlord!"

"I have no grudge against the young lady!" Jiumozhi felt that the person in front of him was difficult to deal with, and said, "Young lady, why are you so aggressive?"

Wang Yuyan snorted coldly, "I'm here to help when I see injustice. You kidnapped someone first, how can I just sit there and do nothing?"

When you encounter injustice, there are no excuses!

At this moment, Duan Yu was even more infatuated when he saw the heroic Wang Yuyan.

He seemed to see the light.

Jiumozhi sighed and said, "I just want to pay my respects to the old manor owner Murong!"

This person's martial arts skills were not inferior to his, if nothing happened, he could learn from him. At this time, he brought Duan Yu with him, fearing that if he made a mistake, Duan Yu would escape.

It was brought all the way from Dali, and when it arrived at Murong's house, the person had run away.

It's really not right and we shouldn't take the risk.

Wait until you have paid homage to old owner Murong, then come find this woman!

"You can worship, but you can't burn people!" Wang Yuyan said, "There are incense and candle shops in Suzhou City. Why don't you buy some paper money and incense and candles?"

After a moment of silence, Jiumozhi looked at the black horse beside Wang Yuyan, and suddenly raised his hand and slashed at the black horse with a flaming knife.

"You dare!" Wang Yuyan saw Jiumozhi was about to attack her beloved horse, and quickly blocked the flaming knife with her palm!

When he looked up again, Jiumozhi had already grabbed Duan Yu and flew away like a big bird.

"Where are you running to!" Wang Yuyan immediately realized that Jiumozhi was making a feint to the east and attacked in the west, so she chased after him.

It's just...she felt weird.

It is really unbecoming of a country's imperial preceptor to do such a thing.

Then think about it, the Tubo Kingdom only has one or two million people. It is called a country, but it has less than half the population of Jiangnan East Road. The so-called national teacher, the pattern can be imagined.

Jiumozhi ran with someone, and Wang Yuyan chased after him on horseback.

But people can climb onto the roof, but horses can't! Jiumozhi was particularly cunning, using several turns to create the illusion of escape. Then he ran in the opposite direction, and in a few moves, he got rid of Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan’s experience in society is still too shallow.

As for Duan Yu who wanted to speak to remind him, he was silenced by Jiumozhi.

After getting rid of Wang Yuyan, Jiumozhi asked passers-by where "Shanhe Manor" was. But he asked seven or eight people, but no one knew.

The people in Suzhou city speak dialect. Although he is proficient in Chinese and Sanskrit and has a basic understanding of Liao language, he does not understand dialect!
After this conversation, he felt overwhelmed.

Finally, an old man said, "There is no village called Chanhe Village in or outside Suzhou. You, great monk, must have come to the wrong place."

Jiumozhi asked: "There is a big manor owner named Murong. May I ask where he lives?"

The old man said, "In Suzhou City, there are people with surnames like Gu, Lu, Shen, Zhang, Zhou, Wen... They are all big estate owners. How can there be anyone with the surname Murong? I have never heard of it."

Could it be that the old owner Murong had fooled him in the past?

Or is Chanhezhuang not in Suzhou City at all?

Just when he was wondering, he suddenly heard a young man say, "Monk, why are you asking about my family?"

Jiumozhi followed the voice and saw a boy of about eighteen or nineteen years old, looking at him with his head tilted.

The young man had a quirky, lively face, was dressed in a brocade robe, and had two big, bright eyes.

"Are you...from Chanhe Manor?" Jiumozhi asked in confusion.

"Yes! I am Murong Xing, and Chanhe Manor is my home!" said Murong Xing.

Jiumozhi was overjoyed and said, "It turns out to be Master Murong!"

"I am the Tibetan state teacher, the abbot of Dalun Temple, Jiumozhi! Many years ago, I met Master Murong Manor! Today, I passed by your manor and came to pay my respects to Master Murong Manor!"

Murong Xing said: "You want to worship my father?"

"That's right!" Jiumozhi said with his hands clasped together.

"What about him?" Murong Xing pointed at Duan Yu who was tied up and unable to speak.

"It's hard to explain this matter in a few words. We'll talk about it when we get to your manor." Jiumozhi didn't want to cause any more trouble, for fear that the young man in front of him was another one who loved to stand up for the weak.

Murong Xing nodded and said, "Okay! Let's go back together when the boat arrives."

The boat he was talking about arrived very quickly. It was a small black-covered boat that was more than enough to carry three or four people.

Surprisingly, the person rowing the boat was a girl.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a gentle face and a delicate body. When she spoke, her voice was very sweet and clear: "Xing'er, aren't you visiting the teacher today?"

"Who are these two? Do you want to take them home too?"

"Sister A-Bi, this big monk said he came to pay tribute to my father." Murong Xing jumped lightly onto the boat and said to the girl rowing the boat.

Jiumozhi took Duan Yu aboard and heard Murong Xing say:

"As for the Master... Well, I said a few words to the Master, and the Master kicked me out."

A-Bi said, "Xing-ge'er asked another strange question?"

Murong Xing sighed and said, "I just told the Master that I have figured out how to be both loyal and filial!"

"The Master asked, how can one be both loyal and filial?"

"I say, if we treat the emperor as our son, wouldn't that mean we are both loyal and filial?"

(End of this chapter)