I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 158 One Yang Finger
After Monk Ci En handcuffed his hands and feet, he closed his eyes tightly, knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together and said, "I always felt something was wrong along the way. I'm afraid I'm going to have another attack."

Then he said devoutly: "I beg the Buddha to have mercy on me and save me from the sea of suffering."

After saying this, Monk Ci'en lowered his head, curled up, and knelt motionlessly.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing stood up and protected the Indian monk beside him to prevent any accidents.

After a while, Monk Ci'en began to tremble slightly, and his breathing became louder and louder, shaking the candlelight in the room. It looked like he was in great pain.

"If a person can repent of his sins, he should not worry about them anymore. If his heart is at peace, he should not think about them all the time."

Master Yideng opened his mouth slowly and recited a verse from Buddhism, wanting to help his disciple gain enlightenment.

Monk Ci En stopped panting and pondered the deep meaning of these two sentences. Suddenly, he burst into tears and said, "I have been a disciple of Master for ten years, but I still cannot eradicate my evil thoughts. Master, please have mercy on me and cut off my hands that have committed so many sins!"

Master Yideng shook his head and said, "Amitabha, the evil thoughts are in your heart, not in your hands and limbs. Even if you cut them off, what is the use?"

"Even as a teacher, I have done many wrong things in my life, so only by doing good deeds can I make up for my past sins."

Monk Ci'en seemed to have realized something, and the expression on his face kept changing, and it was obvious that he was struggling inside.

In a trance, he mistook Master Yideng for himself. He stood up in anger and said, "Why did you kill that baby back then?"

Master Yideng saw that he could not be liberated, so he sighed and said, "When the thought of killing arises, karma will arise."

"You are born an evil person, even the Buddha is unwilling to save you. Today I will seek justice for the innocent lives that died under your iron hand!"

Monk Ci'en suddenly chopped out with both palms, but Master Yideng did not dodge or evade. He just stretched out his hands to block and did not fight back.

Zhao Zhijing originally thought that with Master Yideng's cultivation level, he would be able to control Ci'en naturally. Besides, he had to protect the Indian monk, so he did not take action immediately.

Unexpectedly, Monk Ci'en threw out seven or eight palm strikes in the blink of an eye, but Master Yideng still did not fight back and allowed the iron palms to hit him.

"I am you, and you are me. If you cannot defeat yourself, everything else is in vain."

Zhao Zhijing saw that Master Yideng wanted to sacrifice himself to enlighten Ci'en, but how could he just stand there and watch?

Monk Ci'en was the famous Iron Palm Floating on Water back then, and his martial arts skills were only slightly inferior to those of the Five Great Masters. If he was allowed to continue fighting like this, Master Yideng would be seriously injured if not killed.

"Master Ci'en, stop!"

Zhao Zhijing stepped forward, and seeing that Ci'en was coming at him fiercely, he did not dare to be negligent, and used a move from Tai Chi called "sealing and closing" to dissolve the attacking palms.

"Okay! You're going to go against me too!"

Monk Ci'en was blocked for a moment, and became even angrier, so he counterattacked with another move.

Zhao Zhijing thought that just dismantling the thing would take a long time, and if he didn't subdue the person quickly, something might go wrong.

He immediately poured his internal energy into his right hand, used the spiral force technique, and confronted Monk Ci'en head-on.

"Oh!"

There was a muffled sound and the palm wind blew out several candles in the room.

Monk Ci'en was shaken by the great force, and his irritability was relieved a lot, and his mind immediately became clear.

"Master, Master! I deserve to die! I deserve to die!" Master Yideng had already suffered internal injuries, but when he saw Ci'en coming to his senses, he smiled and said, "Good, good! The sea of suffering is endless, there is always a way out."

"You haven't thanked Taoist Master Zhao for his guidance yet?"

Monk Ci'en immediately bowed down to express his gratitude. Zhao Zhijing was not happy with this and quickly helped him up, saying, "I dare not, Master Ci'en, please stand up quickly."

After saying that, he became worried about Master Yideng's injury, so he put his hand on his right shoulder, wanting to use his internal energy to help him heal his injury.

"Thank you, Taoist Zhao, for using up your inner energy to heal me."

After about a cup of tea, Master Yideng's pale face slowly turned rosy. Zhao Zhijing took out the Impermanence Pill left by Huang Yaoshi and gave it to him to take. It seemed that he would be fine.

After all these twists and turns, it was already late, so Zhao Zhijing and the Indian monk decided to take a rest today and come back tomorrow to discuss the matter together.

That night, Master Yideng and Ci'en stayed in one room, while the Indian monk stayed in another room. Zhao Zhijing was a little worried, so he rested in the empty room originally prepared for the three of them, so that he could arrive in time in case of any emergency.

Master Yideng knew that Ci'en would not have another attack for at least two or three months, but there was nothing wrong with Zhao Zhijing's behavior, so he did not point it out.

On the next day, Zhao Zhijing and the Indian monk continued to study ways to crack the corpse poison. Monk Ci'en had already taken off his handcuffs and shackles and was silently chanting Buddhist scriptures.

"Master Zhao, I have benefited greatly from your help in healing my wounds. I would like to thank you again."

"Master Yideng's words are very important. The master sacrificed his life to save others. What I have done is really nothing."

Master Yideng smiled and said, "Back then, Master Chongyang of your noble sect did not abandon me and taught me the unique Xiantian Kung Fu."

"The internal energy method used by the Taoist priest yesterday should also be Xiantian Gong, right?"

When Zhao Zhijing saw that the fact that he possessed Xiantian Gong was revealed, he felt that there was nothing to hide. It was taught by Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi according to the instructions of Master Chongyang, after careful examination. It was not something he learned secretly.

"Master, you have a keen eye. It is true that our teachers, Changchun Zhenren and Yuyang Zhenren, came to Yunv Peak to bestow upon me the Xiantian Gong left by the founder of the sect. However, my aptitude is dull and I have only comprehended 20% to 30% of it."

Master Yideng nodded and said, "It seems that everything is God's will."

"I was born in Dali Duanshi. My family has a finger technique called One Yang Finger."

"Combined with Master Chongyang's Xiantian Gong, it has a miraculous effect in opening up the eight extraordinary meridians and treating internal injuries."

In the letters sent by Guo Jing and his wife, Zhao Zhijing's character and martial arts were highly praised;

Yesterday, Zhao Zhijing competed with Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong in internal strength and was not at a disadvantage;

Dealing with the Fairness Cult is an extremely dangerous matter, requiring great wisdom and courage;
Now that it has been confirmed that Zhao Zhijing has learned Xiantian Gong, Master Yideng finally decides to pass on his unique skill, Yi Yang Finger.

"In the past two days, Taoist Master Zhao and my junior brother have tried their best to find a way to break the corpse poison. After much thought, I think that with the combination of these two martial arts, although it consumes a lot of energy when used and may not be suitable for detoxification, it may be effective in restraining the person who poisoned the person."

At this time, the only two people in the world who practiced Xiantian Gong were Master Yideng and Zhao Zhijing.

Master Yideng's Xiantian Gong was passed down by Master Chongyang, so it is not suitable to be passed on to outsiders. The One Yang Finger that Master Chongyang obtained in exchange was not passed on to his disciples.

Today, the Gongping Sect is harboring evil intentions that endanger the lives of the common people. If one still holds on to sectarianism and cherishes one's own interests, it will be contrary to the compassionate heart of Buddhism to save all living beings.

"Master Zhao, since you have already learned Xiantian Kung Fu, I'm sure there is no one more suitable than you to learn the One Yang Finger."

(End of this chapter)