The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

It can be confirmed that Feng Qingyang came to question them about why they prevented the Huashan Sect from fighting the Songshan Sect, but later, for some reason, they changed their minds and instead went to Shaolin to ask for the Yi Jin Jing.

"But the Yi Jin Jing is a divine skill of Shaolin, which is not passed on to anyone other than disciples of our sect. It cannot be given to others lightly."

Fang Sheng became anxious.

Fang Zheng explained, "I didn't intend to give him the whole book; I intended to give him half."

Fang Sheng was taken aback. "Half?"

"good."

Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Just now, Senior Feng claimed to want to borrow the Lankavatara Sutra, but in reality, he wanted the Yi Jin Jing. I did not agree at first. When I said I would go back to get the sutra, I meant the Lankavatara Sutra."

"The original text of the Lankavatara Sutra is annotated in Sanskrit from India. Apart from the original book brought by Bodhidharma, there are four sets of Chinese translations that have been passed down to this day. The first time I prepared to leave, I refused, only to give him one of the original translations. Although these four translations are also very rare, they are nothing compared to the Yi Jin Jing."

"Later, Senior Feng changed his request from borrowing four volumes to two volumes, meaning he only wanted a portion of the Yi Jin Jing. Finally, Senior Feng said that he had forgotten all the debts owed to him by his two fellow disciples, which meant that after I gave him half of the Yi Jin Jing, the debts were wiped clean."

After Fang Zheng's explanation, Fang Sheng realized that Fang Zheng and Feng Qingyang had quietly completed the transaction inside the house.

"But the Yi Jin Jing is too precious, even just half a copy is..."

Upon hearing that Feng Qingyang only wanted half a book and not the whole thing, Fang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still somewhat reluctant.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "It's only half a copy of the Yi Jin Jing. It's already quite good to exchange it for a favor. You should know that a favor is hard to repay."

When the two of them entered the room, Feng Qingyang's aura was like a sword being drawn from its sheath, which was a message to them.

Although he was old, he was not dead yet. He no longer questioned what they had done, but the price was half of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic). From then on, they had no further dealings with each other.

If they disagree, they might get to witness the full extent of the Dugu Nine Swords.

Chapter 484: Half a Book of Yi Jin Jing

"It's easy to take advantage of a bargain, but hard to repay a favor, especially one that saved our lives. If Senior Feng really wants to use his kindness to you and my fellow disciples to ask us to do things we can't do, would you and I agree? We've already done enough by repaying the favor with half a copy of the Yi Jin Jing."

Fang Zheng calmly replied.

Fang Sheng still felt it was a pity: "But the Yi Jin Jing..."

Fang Zheng laughed and said, "The Yi Jin Jing is indeed a secret treasure of Shaolin, but is it really that easy to master?"

Fang Sheng thought of the difficulties in practicing the Yi Jin Jing and nodded.

The Yi Jin Jing is a martial arts manual from Buddhism. To comprehend it, one must possess extremely profound Buddhist cultivation and be able to practice it. One must transcend the illusions of self and others. For hundreds of years, countless eminent monks from Shaolin Temple have tried to comprehend the martial arts in the Yi Jin Jing, but none have succeeded.

"The Yi Jin Jing is the supreme martial art of our Buddhist sect. Apart from Bodhidharma and the Second Patriarch Huike, only this old monk has mastered it. What difference would it make if we gave him half of it?"

"After Bodhidharma created the Yi Jin Jing, only Huike mastered it. Huike did not understand its secrets at first. It was not until more than 20 years later that he met a Buddhist monk and the two studied the Yi Jin Jing for 49 days and 70 days before they understood the Buddhist teachings within. Twelve years later, he met a young man and talked with him for three days and three nights before he fully understood the Yi Jin Jing. This shows how difficult the Yi Jin Jing is."

Fang Zheng smiled faintly.

Fang Sheng lowered his head: "My senior brother, the abbot, is a genius. He has mastered the Yi Jin Jing, which no one in Shaolin Temple has been able to master for hundreds of years, to the highest level."

Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said nothing.

This is why he was willing to hand over half of the Yi Jin Jing. He was the one in the world who understood the Yi Jin Jing the most, and without his personal guidance, no one in the world could master it.

Fang Zheng and Fang Sheng were on their way back to Shaolin Temple at this time.

"Abbot Brother has mastered the Yi Jin Jing and his martial arts have reached a state of perfection, unmatched by anyone in the world. Although Senior Feng is equipped with the Dugu Nine Swords, in my opinion, Abbot Brother may not be weaker than him."

Fang Sheng said.

Fang Zheng replied, “What use is it to be strong or weak? Why bother arguing over that moment? As long as we can continue the Shaolin Temple tradition, that will be my greatest achievement.”

Fang Zheng didn't care about this. Although he had mastered the Yi Jin Jing to a high level, he wasn't actually interested in fighting and killing. He was past the age of fighting and killing, and he didn't care about these empty titles.

Fang Sheng lowered his head: "Junior brother is too attached to appearances."

After returning to Shaolin Temple, Fangzheng began to write down the original text of the Yi Jin Jing, and soon finished writing several hundred words.

These are the introductory techniques of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), which are extremely obscure and difficult to understand. Even highly accomplished monks who have cultivated themselves find it hard to comprehend this scripture. Unless one is a genius with a true understanding of Buddhism, it is completely incomprehensible.

Fang Zheng wasn't kind enough to provide annotations for Feng Qingyang; he had already written the original text, and whether Feng Qingyang could understand it was none of his business.

After Fang Zheng finished writing, he placed it in a scroll of the Lankavatara Sutra, then went outside, where Fang Sheng was already waiting.

"Please personally deliver these two volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra to Elder Feng at the foot of the mountain."

Fang Sheng solemnly accepted it.

"Yes, senior brother."

Fang Zheng waved his hand and went inside. The young novice monk in charge of guarding the door closed it, and soon the sound of chanting came from inside.

Fang Sheng looked at the two scrolls of the Lankavatara Sutra in his hands with utmost solemnity, and then left respectfully.

Fang Sheng didn't dare to linger for a moment and headed straight down the mountain. By the time he arrived, it was already dark.

"Senior Feng, here are the two volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra you requested."

Fang Sheng placed the two scrolls of the Lankavatara Sutra on the table with both hands, and then clasped his hands together in prayer for Feng Qingyang.

"Thank you for your help, Master Fang Sheng."

Feng Qingyang nodded slightly.

"Senior Feng, you flatter me. If it weren't for your help back then, I would not be alive today. I dare not accept being called a master by you."

Fang Sheng said in succession.

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly. "What great favor? Forget about it from now on."

Fang Sheng said nothing more: "This humble monk takes his leave."

Feng Qingyang nodded.

After Fang Sheng left, Feng Qingyang opened the two volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra and found a piece of paper in one of them.

Feng Qingyang looked at the scriptures above.

After a while.

"can't read."

Feng Qingyang shook his head.

"It all depends on whether Chong'er has the right fate."

Feng Qingyang sighed inwardly, then got up and returned to Mount Hua.

Actually, before coming to Shaolin, he originally planned to question Fang Zheng, but after arriving, he changed his mind. He realized that it was useless, so he changed his purpose from questioning to demanding the Yi Jin Jing, and at the same time completely severed his ties with Fang Zheng and Fang Sheng.

"Who among the heroes of the world can truly laugh and roam the martial world with pride..."

The room was empty, yet the echoes still lingered.

Feng Qingyang thought he had lived in seclusion on Mount Hua for decades and no longer cared about anything, but at this moment he still found that he couldn't let go.

……

The river rushes on, its waves crashing, and a boat sails on its surface.

A young man stood on the bow of the boat, gazing into the distance without turning his head.

"Boatman, where are we?"

Upon hearing this, the boatman quickly replied, "Young Master Lin, we are almost in Yuezhou Prefecture."

The young man surnamed Lin nodded upon hearing this and then entered the cabin.

There were two people in the cabin. One of them was handsome and dashing, leaning back casually with a jar of wine in his hand.

However, at this moment he looked listless and dispirited.

The other person was sitting upright, flipping through a book.

The young man surnamed Lin said, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother Jiang Ning, we are about to enter Yuezhou Prefecture."

Linghu Chong nodded upon hearing this and continued drinking. He didn't care and was in no hurry to see where things took him.

Jiang Ning put down his book and asked, "How far is it from here to Fujian?"

Lin Pingzhi quickly replied, "Yuezhou Prefecture is nearly two thousand li away from Fuzhou."

Jiang Ning nodded upon hearing this.

Lin Pingzhi added, "Senior brothers, once we reach the shore, the land route will begin."

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong's eyes lit up, and he sat up abruptly.

"Really?"

Lin Pingzhi nodded.

"Great!"

Linghu Chong cried out in despair.

Seeing his elated appearance, both Jiang Ning and Lin Pingzhi could understand.

After descending from Mount Hua, they passed through Xiangyang Prefecture and then traveled by waterway all the way to Yuezhou Prefecture, living on a boat the entire way.

Linghu Chong was perhaps not used to it, as he looked listless ever since he boarded the boat, often saying that his head was about to spin. Now that he finally didn't have to travel by water, Linghu Chong felt that the ordeal was finally over.

"I don't think I'll ever be on a ship this long again in my life."

Linghu Chong said.

Suddenly a wave crashed in, and the boat began to rock. Linghu Chong became dejected again.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Ning and Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but smile.

Jiang Ning reminded him, "Senior Brother, Master reminded you to drink less alcohol before you go down the mountain."

Linghu Chong waved his hand: "It's not that I want to drink, it's that I have to. Only drinking can relieve my discomfort for a while. I feel even worse if I don't drink."

Jiang Ning didn't say anything more after seeing this.

If Linghu Chong continues drinking after getting ashore, then don't blame him.

Another day passed, and the ship finally docked.

With a thud, Linghu Chong practically leaped ashore from the boat, letting out a roar.