From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 102 The boat has disappeared

The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon springs from the river.

The breeze rocked the night boat, and Meng Yuan slumped at the bow.

Looking around, I felt that I was in an endless and desolate place.

Although Meng Yuan still felt very uncomfortable, it was actually nothing serious. He was just temporarily drained of his essence, and had some back pain and tinnitus, which was not a serious matter.

It was like staying in a hotel for ten days in an instant. Although I was tired and exhausted, I was young and I would be fine after a little rest.

After taking a breath, he looked at Miss Mingyue again.

Just now, Meng Yuan dragged Mingyue onto the boat by her hair. In a hurry, he didn't pay much attention to etiquette.

Looking at her now, her already fair face was even paler. Her hair was wet and sticky to her face. Her clothes were soaked, but she had not dropped the sword in her hand and was still holding it tightly.

Above the center of the river, under the moonlight, the bright moon curled up like a lonely and helpless baby.

Her soaked clothes stuck to her body, not revealing any outline. Meng Yuan had no desire at all, and only touched her forehead.

There was a slight chill, and it trembled from time to time. Although Meng Yuan wanted to help, his Dantian was dry, so he was powerless.

If it is changed to another time, the jade liquid will move slightly, and heat will evaporate. Or it will pass through the heart and intestines and produce anger.

As for hugging someone to keep warm, forget it. He won't die for a while anyway, so Meng Yuan doesn't want to do that.

He took off his outer coat and put it on Mingyue, then looked around again.

The river was vast, reflecting the stars and the moon, but there was no sign of Zhang Guinian and others.

Meng Yuan called out a few times but no one responded, so he touched the awning and searched the stern, but found nothing, not even an oar.

Back at the bow, Meng Yuan sat cross-legged beside the bright moon. Seeing the bright moon in the sky around him, he remembered Xiangling's words that if you can laugh, you won't cry, so he chanted: "God has given us a boat, which is rocking like crazy. I have hands but no oars, so I am in trouble. Please don't let the waves capsize the boat."

After reciting a few random lines, Meng Yuan reached out to brush away the hair stuck to Mingyue's face, but saw that she frowned even more, as if she was disgusted by the doggerel that was too depressing.

Meng Yuan didn't dare to recite any more poems and just closed his eyes and rested.

After a while, the ship shook and it was clear that someone was boarding the ship from the stern.

Meng Yuan opened his eyes and looked through the small boat awning. He saw a man with one eye and one hand, and many tiny wounds on his face. It was clearly someone who had been untied.

It was late at night. He untied the screen and leaned on the stern with one hand, but he was still smiling, "Mr. Meng has unparalleled talent in poetry. I admire him very much."

Half a quarter of an hour had passed since the underwater cave battle, and this man had not escaped yet. Instead, he came on board to breathe, which showed that he was helpless and had run out of energy.

Meng Yuan held Mingyue's hand and tried to take the sword from her hand, but even though Mingyue was unconscious, she still refused to let go.

"I thought you ran away." Meng Yuan said.

"Floating Light Cave Heaven is not overbearing, but the donor is a bit overbearing. I was injured, and I really had no way to deal with it in such a hurry." Jie Kaiping put one hand on the side of the boat, with his chest and below in the water, but he still smiled, "Besides, this small boat was originally prepared by me."

"Then I should thank you?" Meng Yuan carefully weighed the strength of both sides. The opponent was indeed seriously injured, but Mingyue on his side could not fight, and he himself was weak all over, so it was not certain who would win.

Meng Yuan decided to just stare blankly, since reinforcements would arrive if he delayed any further!
"Of course you need to thank me." Jie Kaiping was not worried about his situation at all, but kept smiling, "Donor, you clearly don't have the strength to fight again. If I hadn't prepared a small boat in advance, wouldn't you have been buried in the belly of the fish? How could you have the interest to recite poems to the moon with a beautiful woman by your side? Donor, you don't need to thank me. It is also a merit of mine to help you achieve a good deed."

Some blood came out of his one eye, and he continued, "I only hope that you will let me take a short breath, and I will leave in a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, you will have to risk your life to keep me. You will certainly die, but even if you attract reinforcements, I still have a chance of escaping."

"Brother Jie, are you begging for mercy?" Meng Yuan laughed.

"I guess so." Jie Kaiping sighed.

"Where are Zhang Guinian and the others?" Meng Yuan asked.

"If they are smart, they will close the stone door, and it should be fine." Jie Kaiping smiled. Seeing Meng Yuan holding Mingyue's hand, he said, "Donor Meng, I have seen it long ago. You will be harmed by women."

He was quite reasonable. "Women are the most boring thing in the world. Mr. Meng, you have a bright future ahead of you. Don't make the mistake of doing so."

Meng Yuan was at the bow, while Jie Ping was at the stern. The two of them were floating on the small boat, carrying the stars on their shoulders, separated only by a small black sail.

"I am willing to indulge in women." Meng Yuan said.

"Would you like to discuss the Dao?" he asked, unfastening the screen.

What time is it? Why are you monks all a little crazy?

"..." Meng Yuan had no intention of discussing the Dao, so he asked, "What is the use of the rosary?"

"It's just an invitation to a Taoist meeting." Jie Kaiping didn't care much. "I don't have time to read it, so I sent it to Jie Shen. Since you have it, you can go and have a look someday."

"When will the Tao be held? And where will it be?" Meng Yuan asked.

He smiled after Jie Kaiping opened the screen, but did not answer.

Meng Yuan did not ask, but just said: "This time, Brother Jie has used up all his secret treasures, got injured, and lost a fellow Taoist. It was all in vain. How are you going to explain when you return?"

"If you aim high and get something in the middle, or even if you get something below, it's all normal. There's no use regretting." Jie Kaiping said.

"Brother Jie, you ordered the Buddha demons to preach, and the Luo sect to preach, but what's the use of these petty fights?" Meng Yuan asked again.

"Something has to be done."

Jie Kaiping also sighed, "Last year there was a great disaster, and I wanted to take advantage of the situation and spread the Dharma. But my master had other things to do and could not spare time, and there was a shortage of manpower. I mobilized the refugees on my own, but the situation was immediately suppressed. By the time my master had some free time, the disaster had subsided a lot, and it would be difficult to start a new one." "My master should make use of Brother Jie." Meng Yuan said.

"That's not necessary to say." Jie Kaiping looked at where the river was going and said calmly, "Rivers will always flow into the sea, but life's aspirations are often difficult to achieve."

"May I ask what your ambition is, Brother Jie?" Meng Yuan became excited.

"We will establish a world of great harmony and achieve a world of ultimate bliss." He said as he untied the screen.

"Is there really a paradise?" Meng Yuan asked.

"When the master attains Buddhahood and is revered as the Tathagata, the world will be a paradise." He untied the screen with great seriousness.

Meng Yuan smiled and said, "Brother Jie, have you been planted with thoughts?"

"Donor Meng, we are all alone and helpless in this world, and we have experienced all kinds of sufferings in the world. What's wrong with cultivating thoughts?" Jie Kaiping said seriously, "People have misled me, thinking that cultivating thoughts is an evil way to control people's hearts. In fact, if everyone in the world has the thought of compassion and happiness, and everyone has the thought of being lenient to others and strict to oneself, wouldn't it be a world of great harmony?"

"It is easier to save yourself than to save others." Meng Yuan smiled and said, "May I ask who is Master Qing Guangzi?"

He unlocked the screen but didn't answer.

Meng Yuan did not force him, and asked again: "Brother Jie, if I encounter a monk in the future, what should I do to prevent myself, and how should I kill him?"

"It's easy."

Jie Kaiping was in the mood to talk again. "Taoism talks about cultivating both nature and life. People say that we Buddhists cultivate nature but not life, but that's not true. There are too many fellow Buddhists in my sect, and they cultivate different methods and have different magical powers. But with your ability, I'm afraid you are not afraid of those of the same level."

Seeing Meng Yuan nod, he continued, "Bai Xianguo and I have only just entered the sixth rank. Our Dharma-Appearance and Divine Powers have not yet reached their peak, and we are injured. That's why you have gained the upper hand."

"It was indeed a fluke." Meng Yuan smiled modestly.

"So, if you encounter a sixth-rank monk again in the future, you should avoid him. Or, ask for more divine secrets."

Jie Kaiping was very sincere, shook his head and smiled, saying: "But the path of a warrior you are taking is not wrong. Killing people of higher levels and paving a way out of nowhere, this is the way for those who pursue the way of martial arts."

There was a sound of crows and sparrows coming from afar. Meng Yuan clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "I have kept everything you said in mind, Brother Jie. You asked Sister Hua and her brother to pass on the message, but you did not hurt them. I am very grateful."

Jie Kaiping inquired about Sister Hua's tofu business and asked someone to pass on the message and paid her back, which was a sign of following the rules. However, he persuaded Sister Hua to resume her old business but did not suggest that she accept the money, which was a sign of being ignorant of worldly affairs.
Meng Yuan saw clearly that it was because Jie Kaiping had some kind of idea in his mind and was extremely paranoid.

"We are all miserable people, why make things difficult for each other?" Jie Kaiping smiled, "Brother Meng is kind and compassionate, and you are one of my kind. But you tried to provoke me last time, and now you are trying to delay things, which really underestimates me."

He no longer called Meng Yuan "Donor Meng".

"I have no choice." Meng Yuan smiled and continued to delay, "Brother Jie, where can I find you in the future?"

“When you feel the suffering of all living beings and are unable to get help, I will show up.” He untied the screen and smiled.

"I will prepare some good wine to entertain you then." Meng Yuan said.

"Brother Meng is too polite. If you want to kill me again, please let me drink some wine before you kill me."

He untied the screen and looked up at the sky, then looked into the distance, and said, "The waves at the river head are rough, I hope Brother Meng can hold on to the boat."

"The wind and waves at the river head are not that bad, but it is difficult to travel on the human world. Brother Jie, the waves ahead are high, please take care." Meng Yuan said with a smile.

He Jie Kaiping glanced at Meng Yuan, nodded slightly, and then buried his head in the water.

The water rippled, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Meng Yuan did not say anything. He turned his head to look at the bright moon and waited quietly.

In less than a cup of tea time, a red light was seen breaking through the water of the river in the distance and coming towards them at a very fast speed.

When he got closer, the man stepped onto the boat, and the boat did not shake at all.

Under the moonlight, the person who came was a shorter woman, wearing a red round cloak with a hood that covered most of her body.

The woman hid her hands in her cloak. She looked at the bright moon and asked, "Seven sufferings of life?"

She spoke in a very calm voice and looked at Meng Yuan again.

In the darkness of the night, Meng Yuan could see that although the man had his face covered with a hood, most of his face was exposed. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a very cute face.

But looking under the loose cloak, there seems to be another world. I am afraid that she is born to look young.

"It should be the method of cultivating thoughts used by the fourth-grade monks." Meng Yuan replied.

"You saved her?" the visitor asked.

"I dare not talk about saving you, we are just in the same boat." Meng Yuan said.

"May I ask your name?" the woman asked again.

"Meng Yuan, a small flag officer of the Songhe Prefecture's Hundred Households Office of the Demon Suppression Bureau." Meng Yuan clasped his fists.

"Meng Xiaoqi." The woman bowed slightly and nodded, then picked up the bright moon and walked away on the water.

This person was wearing a red cloak, and in the night, it was like a red light stepping through the bright moon on the river, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)