plumnovel #484 - Moonlight Drunken Swordsman
#484 - Moonlight Drunken Swordsman
Lu Jing's staff techniques and weapons all came from Grandmaster Honglian, and in order to find the true meaning of the Mad Demon's One Hundred and Eight Staffs, he had done a lot of research on the Buddhist monk's life.
Naturally, he knew that Grandmaster Honglian's opportunity to enter Buddhism came when he was a child, hearing monks chanting scriptures from the neighboring temple.
However, Grandmaster Honglian's home was in Mei Prefecture, so most people subconsciously assumed that the temple where he heard the scriptures as a child was also in Mei Prefecture.
Even the name of that temple had been passed down with great detail.
But now it seems that Grandmaster Honglian's initial connection with Buddhism was probably not in his hometown, but in Huzhou, thousands of miles away.
And it was in this small Ganquan Temple.
As for how he, as a blind man, came to this place, Lu Jing didn't know.
Perhaps he was brought here by his family to seek medical treatment, perhaps he came here to seek refuge with relatives, or perhaps he came here with his family elders on official business.
In short, the young Honglian Dharma Master did live in the residential house next to Ganquan Temple.
In this way, the writing he carved on the wall can be explained.
Lu Jing said to Zhanzhi, "Can the master lend me the razor to have a look?"
"Of course," Zhanzhi didn't suspect anything else, and handed over the razor in his hand very readily, and then kindly reminded, "This knife is heavier than ordinary razors, and it is especially sharp, Grand Hero Lu, be careful not to cut your fingers on the blade."
Lu Jing nodded, but judging from his appearance, he didn't take Zhanzhi's words to heart, and just casually held the razor in his hand, and even deliberately touched the blade with the pulp of his index finger.
As a result, the old monk heard a faint metallic sound coming from the place where Lu Jing's finger intersected with the blade, but there wasn't even a bloody mark on Lu Jing's finger.
Just as Zhanzhi was secretly shocked, he heard Lu Jing open his mouth and say, "This knife should still be worth some money, why haven't I seen you take it to pawn it, Master?"
Zhanzhi's old face turned red, "This... I don't exchange everything for money, and this razor is one of the few things my master left behind. If I really pawned it, uh, it's not impossible, but it must be when all the monks in the temple are about to starve to death."
"Master is indeed honest."
"People are always more important than objects, this is the truth my master taught me."
Zhanzhi was not a fool. Connecting Lu Jing's previous inquiries about Grandmaster Honglian, he also guessed something. After a pause, he said, "Grand Hero Lu came to my temple to find this razor, right?"
"That's right." Lu Jing had roughly checked the razor in his hand. From the appearance, he couldn't see anything unusual.
But Lu Jing wasn't in a hurry. With the previous example of the Zen staff, he estimated that Grandmaster Honglian was likely to have hidden the secret of the true meaning in the razor.
So Lu Jing planned to ask the Nietie Gang for help again, but in this way, it would be difficult to keep this razor.
Lu Jing looked at Zhanzhi, but before he could speak, the latter seemed to have seen through his mind and pushed the boat along, "In that case, this razor will be given to Grand Hero Lu, which can be regarded as a reward for Grand Hero Lu's help just now in relieving my temple's siege."
Lu Jing didn't decline when he heard this, "This thing is indeed very important to me, but this is after all the relic left by your master... How about this, Master, you quote a price, and I will convert it into silver to compensate you."
Zhanzhi seemed quite moved when he heard this, but in the end, he uttered a number that surprised Lu Jing quite a bit, "Then... fifty taels, how about it?"
"Isn't this a little too little?" Lu Jing said, "Master, you don't have to be polite with me, feel free to ask for a price, I can't say anything else, but I can still meet the requirements for silver."
Lu Jing had just received another 200,000 taels of silver, and he spoke with much more confidence.
However, he saw Zhanzhi smile bitterly and said, "It's not that I don't want more money, the key is that my temple is too small, and it's a very special period right now. Too much money will not only fail to help us get through the crisis, but will easily attract other disasters.
"The previous matter is a lesson from the past. If it hadn't been for Grand Hero Lu's help, my disciple Dushan would have seen blood this time, and the ten taels of silver would have been snatched away by Li Hu again.
"Besides, fifty taels, plus the ten taels you donated before, Grand Hero Lu, is already a large sum for us. If we save a little, it will be enough for all the monks in the temple to eat and use for a year or two, and this is almost the most money our temple can accept right now."
This time, Lu Jing really looked at Zhanzhi with admiration. This old monk was greedy for money, but what was rare was that he could remain sober while being greedy for money.
He knew what money he could take and what money he couldn't. It's hard to say whether his Buddhist teachings were high or low, but he did see the world very clearly.
So Lu Jing didn't try to persuade him anymore, took out fifty taels of silver and gave it to Zhanzhi, and then took the razor.
More importantly, Yiqi Jin, like Lu Jing's Little Vajra Strength, was quite upright and peaceful. Even if he slowly explored and practiced on his own, there wouldn't be any major problems.
Then, in the evening, Lu Jing secretly returned to Ganquan Temple again, used the secret room sound transmission technique to call out Duno, and asked him to come to the suburbs.
Lu Jing gave him the secret manual of Yiqi Jin, then casually pointed out a few cultivation tips, and then drifted away under the moonlight, really indulging in the addiction of the Drunken Sword Immortal.
After getting the razor, Lu Jing had no intention of staying in Huzhou any longer. That night, he and Wen Xiaochuan took the gift that Aunt Wen had prepared for him and returned to the academy.
After putting down the things, Lu Jing took the razor straight to Chi's residence. As he expected, Chi wasn't asleep at this time, and was still vigorously forging a short knife.
Lu Jing greeted her, telling her that the money was almost collected.
Chi oh-ed, looking like she wasn't happy, but seemed a little disappointed. However, after hearing Lu Jing explain his intention, she readily called out Nietie.
A razor that was more than a foot long was swallowed into its stomach by Nietie like a corn sausage, and then from the pile of feces it pulled out, Lu Jing saw something that looked like a key.