Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 315 Chu Pingsheng: Mu Wanqing, it's your turn to fulfill your promise

The little girl seemed to think he was too slow, so she walked over, took Chu Pingsheng's wrist and walked in front of Ruan Xingzhu and Azhu with a show-off expression.

"Azi, what did you call him?"

"Dad."

A Zi hugged Chu Pingsheng's arm, with her little face pressed against his shoulder, looking extremely intimate.

Ah Zhu widened his eyes and looked at his sister in disbelief.

In this world, there are many people who regard a thief as their father, but this is the first time she has seen someone regard a monk as his father.

Ruan Xingzhu grabbed her shoulders and shook her: "Azi, what's wrong with you? Wake up! Your father is Dali Zhennan King Duan Zhengchun, not him."

"Mom, if you keep shaking me I'm going to faint."

Ah Zi broke free from her restraints: "I don't have that kind of irresponsible father. He is my father."

After saying that, she called Chu Pingsheng sweetly, "Dad."

"Oh, my dear daughter." The monk smiled happily and touched her head with his hand, looking like a loving father and a filial daughter.

Ah Zhu's body shook, and he stared at Chu Pingsheng with hatred on his face: "What kind of magic did you cast on Ah Zi, you evil monk?"

She looked at A-Bi again, hoping to get some advice from her sister, but when she saw her looking at her, she turned her head away and stared at the green lake in a daze.

"Oh, sister, Daddy is so good to me, how could he bear to use magic?" Ah Zi pouted, very unconvinced: "I said Duan Zhengchun gave you a drug that made you crazy. If it wasn't for him, would you have become someone else's maid? Would mother have been a widow for so many years? Would I be captured by Ding Chunqiu and live in fear day and night?"

This is indeed true.

"But... you can't... do you know that he is a great villain? People in the martial arts world call him a lecherous monk, an evil monk, and a demon monk."

"I know, but so what, he's been good to me."

The mother and daughter were speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

Ah Zi blinked and shook the pigtail that was tilted to her right ear: "He is not only good to me, but also to you."

"He... is nice to me?" Ah Zhu seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Yes, you don't have to listen to that Mr. Murong anymore, because he has already given you to Dad. Do you think, given the relationship between Mom and Dad, that he can treat you like a maid?"

"What did you say? Young Master took me..."

Ah Zhu's expression changed drastically and she looked at Ah Bi for confirmation, but her good sister nodded and gave her a sympathetic look.

Not only did Murong Fu give A-Bi to Monk Kongxu, he also sold her out?

"Young Master...he...how could he do that? Is he doing this to be worthy of his dead master and mistress?" Ah Zhu swayed and almost fell.

A Bi said faintly: "This matter was the master's idea."

"Master's idea?"

Murong Bo really wasn't dead? And the first thing he did after "resurrection" was to give her to Monk Kongxu as a slave?

"It's your conspiracy again, isn't it?" Ah Zhu pointed at Chu Pingsheng's nose and said, "You despicable and shameless villain!"

"Hey, don't talk about my dad like that."

A Zi pushed A Zhu and almost pushed her into the lake.

"You...you actually pushed me for him?"

"Not only will I push you, but if you scold him again, I will beat you." Ah Zi said confidently, "I heard from Sister Ah Bi on the way. If there is no father, can you find mother? Can I find mother? Can she recognize us? Now that father has redeemed you and freed you from your status as a maid, you still say this to him. Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

Ah Zhu was stunned by her own sister.

Turning around, he saw the weak-willed Ruan Xingzhu wiping her tears. He raised his hand and wanted to slap her, but he couldn't do it in the end.

"You did that to my mother, and you still have the nerve to..."

"Mom isn't married yet, so what's wrong with me bringing her and Dad together? Do you want her to go find that bastard Duan Zhengchun?" Ah Zi walked up to Chu Pingsheng and said in a flattering manner, "Is it... Dad?"

"Well, that's right."

Chu Pingsheng thought that it was indeed a mess that Ah Zi had no sense of good and evil, but when it came to the ability to adapt to circumstances, be unreasonable, and please people, she was definitely an expert.

Mu Wanqing was present on the night when A Zi gave her mother aphrodisiac. She thought A Zi was unruly and perverse at the time, but after hearing the above words, she was completely conquered by her logic. She thought to herself, no wonder those two could become father and daughter. Such a weird train of thought is something that ordinary people cannot catch up with even if they spank the horse's butt swollen.

What does it mean to be a pimp for your own mother? If I turn the prostitute into my father, it is no longer called pimping, but a filial piety. Everything is for the good of my mother.

Snapped!
Ah Zhu couldn't bear it anymore and slapped her sister.

"You dare to hit me?"

"You are a traitor, you deserve to be beaten."

"Sister A-Bi told me that you are the one who betrays your own people. You used to be a dog for the Xianbei people, and you took a heartless Bai man as your father. Now you want to elope with the Khitan people. You are a disgrace to the Han people."

How could Ah Zi let it go after being slapped? The two of them immediately started wrestling with each other. She grabbed her hair, she pulled her clothes, she twisted her, she grabbed her, just like a fight between shrews.

Ruan Xingzhu was so furious that she rushed to separate her two daughters.

Duan Yu was so anxious that he was running around in circles, saying "stop fighting" all the time. You Tanzhi wanted to help A Zi, but he didn't know how. After all, A Zhu was A Zi's sister. The two of them didn't use any martial arts, they just relied on strength to fight.

Chu Pingsheng stood at the back and watched for a while, then winked at You Tanzhi: "Let's go to the south bank. It's time to teach you a set of martial arts."

"Master, this...they..."

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Chu Pingsheng left behind some heartless words and walked towards the wooden house on the other side of the lake.

You Tanzhi hesitated for a while and then chased after him.

A-Bi was also very hesitant, but finally decided to wait for A-Zhu to calm down before having a good talk with her, so she followed the cheap master and disciple.

……

Half an hour later.

Inside the wooden house on the south bank of Xiaojing Lake, Ah Bi held a willow branch with green buds, and at Chu Pingsheng's signal, she gently swung it, and the water droplets on it fell on the scriptures held down by the ruler, and soon it became wet.

Oddly enough, a human figure vaguely emerged under the unfamiliar Sanskrit characters. It was a man in strange clothes, with his head and feet bent backwards as much as possible, and the whole person curled up into a ball of flesh. His right hand passed between his feet, and his left hand stretched out from between his right arm and right foot. His five fingers were twisted and intertwined, forming a very strange seal.

"Did you see the picture above clearly?" Chu Pingsheng said expressionlessly.

You Tanzhi withdrew his gaze from the north bank and concentrated on reading the contents of the book.

"I saw it."

"Write it down. Starting tomorrow, you will practice according to the postures on the picture. When you have regulated all the bones and muscles and opened all the nine orifices, you can move on to practice the postures on the next page."

You Tanzhi looked at the slowly fading figure, then looked at his cheap master to make sure he had not heard wrong.

"Master, you...you mean, you want me to practice according to that person's posture? Is this...is the person above practicing martial arts?"

He looked left and right, wondering what it was.

Abi also expressed curiosity.

Fist and palm kung fu? I've never seen anyone curl themselves up into a ball.

The posture of launching a hidden weapon? Is he going to use himself as a large human bomb?

Weapon skills? I didn't see that person holding any weapon.

Internal strength? No matter Taoism or Buddhism, there is no such thing.

"You haven't seen it? That's normal." Chu Pingsheng walked to the back window facing the lake, looking at the rippling waves and the small mirror lake dyed golden by the setting sun: "This is the secret yoga technique of India. Its full name is the Divine Foot Sutra of the Magadha Kingdom's Desire Samadhi Abstinence and Achievement, or simply the Divine Foot Sutra."

"Shenzujing? Isn't this Yijinjing?"

A-Bi thought that the person who appeared after being wet was someone who was practicing the Yi Jin Jing. After all, she often heard people say that although the Yi Jin Jing was the number one internal skill in Buddhism, few people in Shaolin Temple had mastered it over the years.

"Yes and no."

Chu Pingsheng raised his head slightly, the lake breeze brushed his face, lightly kissing his sword-like eyebrows.

"In the past, an ancient monk from India used the juice of a plant to draw the pictures of the Divine Foot Sutra on this book. It needed to be wetted with water to appear. Later, it was obtained by a high monk in a temple, who took it to China as a wordless sutra and copied the scriptures of Bodhidharma in Sanskrit on it."

"So, the content above, the Shenzu Sutra is true, and the Yijin Sutra is false?"

"No, the Yi Jin Jing is also real. This volume contains two classics in one book."

"!!!!!!"

A-Bi and You Tanzhi looked at each other in shock. This book actually contained two sets of internal energy techniques?

"Sister Azhu told me that she was trading a useless Shaolin Temple scripture with you, and since you couldn't read Sanskrit, this deal was a good deal. But she didn't know that this scripture could not only turn the Tibetan state teacher Jiumozhi into your thug, but also have the ancient Indian monk's Shenzu Sutra. In fact, she lost a lot."

"Who said I can't read Sanskrit?" Chu Pingsheng sneered, "If I didn't know Sanskrit, do you think the monks in Tianlong Temple would look up to me and recognize me as a disciple of Zen Master Ku Mu?"

"So this Yi Jin Jing cannot be practiced?"

"It's quite difficult for most people, but for me... hehe..."

He spoke with disdain, which shows that practicing Yi Jin Jing is not difficult.

A-Bi sighed: "If Jiumozhi can't make any progress despite practicing, I wonder if he will regret making a deal with you."

"Do you regret saying this?"

A-Bi's expression changed, and she quickly put the willow branches into the basin and knelt on the ground: "A-Bi, don't dare."

Chu Pingsheng said softly: "Not only has he failed to achieve anything, he has also learned the Taoist Xiao Wuxiang Gong and then went to learn the Buddhist Yijin Jing. Haha... Who does he think he is?"

A-Bi raised her head and looked at his back which was like a wall blocking her view. She felt a chill all over her body and could not help shivering.

Could it be that...his deal with Jiumozhi at the Tianlong Temple in Dali, exchanging the Xiao Wuxiang Gong for the Flame Blade, and his use of Yijin Jing on Leigushan Mountain in exchange for Jiumozhi's help were all planned?
If this is true, it's a pity that the Tubo national master doesn't even know that he is being made a fool of.

……

That night.

The lake breeze in February is still damp and cold, and the flame of the red candle is like a cold and lonely woman, trembling from time to time and occasionally in a trance.

The moonlight shines on a quiet and peaceful lake.

In the pavilion overlooking the lake, tea is boiling in a small red mud stove, and the aroma is lingering.

Chu Pingsheng placed the rosary on the yellow-brown chopping board sprinkled with a few drops of water, picked up the purple clay cup in front of him, and took a sip of the old tea. It was still fragrant, but less fresh.

A-Bi put away the quilt that had become a little damp after being away for many days, and replaced it with a clean red quilt embroidered with lotus flowers. Because it had been exposed to the sun in the afternoon, it was full of the scent of sunshine.

She smoothed the wrinkles with her hands, put the pillows in order, lowered the outer curtains, and walked outside in small steps.

"Master, the bedding has been changed."

"Where's You Tanzhi?"

"Master You is still practicing the Shenzu Sutra at Diaoyutai."

"Okay, go and do your work."

Chu Pingsheng bent his fingers backwards, and A-Bi bowed and retreated, going to the north bank of Xiaojing Lake to find A-Zhu.

After a while, he walked to the edge of the water pavilion, looked at the starry sky, and poured the still warm tea in the purple clay cup into the lake.

"You are a monk, so particular? Do you think old tea is not tasty?"

The pearl curtain swayed slightly, and Mu Wanqing, dressed in black, walked behind him.

“The taste has changed.”

"You are just a picky person, Master of Emptiness."

Her face was hidden behind the curtain, so her expression couldn't be seen, but everyone could hear the sarcasm in her words.

(End of this chapter)