Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 42 Street Goods

With the sound of "da da da" of wooden clogs and slippers, a young man came out from the back hall. He looked somewhat like Murong Xing. Needless to say, he was Master Murong.

Jiumozhi saw that the man was in his twenties, wearing a white linen bathrobe, with his chest open, his hair loose, his beard untidy, and he looked unkempt.

Looks like he just took a shower.

He thought to himself: "Why did Master Murong come out wearing a bathrobe and with disheveled hair? How rude!"

It is really impolite to meet guests in a yukata.

What was even more rude was what the man said next: "Master, what kind of skill is it to burn a living person?"

"As the Tubo national teacher, you must use this man's skin to make a thangka. Use pearls, agates, and minerals to refine it for three years, and then write the Great Compassion Mantra 108 times on it in tiny Chinese and Sanskrit characters."

"Burning it on the old man's grave is the only way to show the Imperial Master's nostalgia for the old man!"

"It should be more in line with your status as the Imperial Master!"

"Oh, you have to peel the skin while the child is still alive, so it will be more elastic."

The weird and sarcastic remarks made Jiumozhi's nose crooked and also frightened Duan Yu.

Duan Yu didn't expect that compared to the monk, the young master of the Murong family was even more vicious!

"I...I have no grudges or hatred against your Murong family in the past or present..." Duan Yu was so scared that he stuttered a little.

Originally he thought he was going to be burned, but now he was being skinned. How could he not be afraid?

Murong Fu, or Shi Fei, looked at the dull Duan Yu and found it amusing. He said, "Don't be afraid! When you die, your father might seek revenge on the Imperial Master."

"I'm afraid your father's martial arts is no match for Jiumozhi. Jiumozhi will send him off when the time comes. It's really a good thing that you and your son are reunited in the underworld!"

"You..." Duan Yu felt that the person in front of him was so vicious! He was afraid that he would be in trouble today.

He suddenly saw Murong Xing winking at him, which made him realize that this Mr. Murong might be making fun of Jiumozhi.

After Master Murong arrived, Murong Xing, who was out of touch, didn't dare to say a word. As for Ah Zhu and Ah Bi, they also stood aside without saying a word.

The Murong family is ruled by Master Murong! Duan Yu suddenly realized.

Jiumozhi said at this time: "Mr. Murong is prejudiced against me. In the past, I met the old manor owner Murong. He was elegant and admirable. Today I passed by here and came to pay tribute to the old manor owner Murong."

"I never thought that after so many years, the Murong family would still treat guests like this. What a decline in family tradition!"

When you insult someone, you have to hit the point.

He was implicitly criticizing the Murong family. From what he saw, the children of noble families all attached great importance to their origins and family education.

Shi Fei was surprised and said, "The Imperial Master actually thought that the old man was elegant and admirable? It seems that the Imperial Master is also blind. The old man is two-faced, sweet-mouthed but treacherous, and has accomplished nothing."

"..."

When Jiumozhi heard Master Murong talking about his father, he showed no respect at all but contempt, and he felt very confused.

Since ancient times, there have been many cases of rifts between fathers and sons among children of aristocratic families. Is this also the case with the Murong family's generation?

His original plan was to force Duan Yu to write out the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual from memory, and after reading it, he would ask the people of Murong Zhuang for the opportunity to view the books in Murong's Shui Pavilion.

This is a win-win situation, he wins twice!

Even if Duan Yu did not memorize the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual, the people of Murong family would keep Duan Yu and allow him to read the book returned to Shi Shui Pavilion because of his kindness!
He won't lose anyway!
But now Young Master Murong doesn't respect Murong Bo very much. Will he fulfill his promise to Murong Bo?
If a person doesn't even respect himself, how can he respect what he says?

"In that case, even if I am being too sentimental!" Jiumozhi had made up his mind and said, "I will take the prince away and not bring any trouble to the Murong family."

What does it mean that you don't bring trouble to the Murong family? It means that you look down on the Murong family. Murong Xing opened his mouth to say something, but Shi Fei glanced at him. He shrank his head and dared not speak.

Shi Fei said, "Aren't you going to pay homage to the old man? Why are you leaving?"

Jiumozhi said: "Would you like me to take the prince to worship?"

Shi Fei shook his head and said, "The Imperial Master has traveled thousands of miles to pay respect to the old man, how can we not let him fulfill his wish? As for burning a living person, forget it."

“We are kind-hearted!”

Shi Fei sighed and said, "Ah! After the old guy died, no one burned paper for him every Qingming Festival. I guess he must be lonely in the underworld!"

"Since the Imperial Master is here, why not hold a 49-day water and land conference in Yanziwu?"

Ah Zhu who was standing by almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

Outsiders knew that the old owner had been dead for more than ten years. As the housekeeper of Chanhe Manor, she often saw a mysterious man coming back.

Although no one said who the mysterious man is?
But with her intelligence, she naturally guessed one or two.

Thinking of the mysterious man I met a few days ago, who was scolded by the young master as a waste, and who was still a scholar after twenty years of examination. I also saw that my own young master began to fleece Jiumozhi and wanted to hold a grand funeral for the old owner of the manor.

She felt that none of the people in Chanhe Manor combined had as much bad taste as the young master.

"Water and Land Conference?" Jiumozhi's eyelids twitched. He naturally knew what this thing was.

It is a grand Buddhist ceremony, dedicated to praying for peace and liberating the souls of the dead.

"I came here in a hurry and did not bring so many people with me." Jiumozhi declined politely. The Water and Land Assembly could not be done by one person.

Shi Fei said: "It's okay. As the national teacher, a letter will surely attract many people."

Not only did he want to take advantage of Jiumozhi, he also wanted Jiumozhi to work for free.

Jiumozhi's face darkened, and he suddenly said, "The agreement between this little monk and the old owner of the manor."

This is his real purpose of coming to Chanhe Village.

He is a martial arts fanatic and wants to read the books in Chanhe Manor.

Shi Fei said: "The Imperial Master has traveled thousands of miles and made a lot of effort to hold a water and land conference for this old man. It's just a mere 72 unique skills, and Canhe Manor will present them with both hands!"

Jiumozhi's expression turned from gloomy to bright, and he couldn't help but ask, "Really?"

"Of course I take it seriously! If it is the 72 unique skills of the new Shaolin, it is very rare. But the 72 unique skills of Songshan Shaolin are everywhere on the street, they are not considered rare stuff!" Shi Fei shook his head and said.

"What? The seventy-two unique skills are everywhere on the street?" Jiumozhi said in disbelief.

He had never been to the Central Plains martial arts world, but he had heard of the fame of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills, many of which had been lost for many years!

He possessed the "Flower-Picking Finger" and "Prajna Palm", both of which were obtained through untold hardships.

How come in the Central Plains martial arts world, these are all street goods.

Then why did he capture the Prince of Dali?
Aren’t you trying to gain step points for that kid?

Shi Fei continued, "Master, the martial arts world is full of ups and downs, and changes are unpredictable. Often, every three to five years, it's like a new era."

"A few years ago, the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills were still very mysterious."

"As for now...it's a different era now, who still uses the traditional 72 unique skills?"

(End of this chapter)