At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

The Cangshan Mountain is like a green screen, stretching across the sky; the Erhai Lake is like a silver mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

The mountain breeze blows and the fragrance of flowers fills the city. It is the current capital of Dali Kingdom, Yangzhumie City.

Inside a mansion in the city
Niu Ben led a group of black-clothed guards and, as always, strictly guarded every corner of the backyard.

Seeing the owner of the mansion, Wu San Tong, walking towards him quickly with a gloomy face, he winked at the guards, and two guards in black clothes stepped forward and raised their hands to block Wu San Tong five steps away.

Wu San Tong's face suddenly became as dark as iron. He glared at Niu Ben and shouted, "I have tolerated you for a long time! Don't forget that this is my residence! Disperse, I want to see Yuan Jun!"

The guards were unmoved.

Niu Ben clasped his fists and said with a smile: "The wedding procession will arrive in Dali today. Madam, it is inconvenient for you to meet with men. Please forgive me, Mr. Wu."

"I am her adoptive father!!"

Wu San Tong could not help but yell loudly, the anger that he had suppressed for a long time made his eyes gradually turn red.

Seeing this, the smile on Niu Ben's face slowly disappeared and his expression turned cold.

The order given by the leader is to be on guard against this guy, and even the elders of the sect have been sent. If you really don’t respect his dignity, he won’t care whether you are his godfather or grandfather.

At this moment, a thirty-year-old woman came in hastily from outside. She hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Wu Santong, begging him, "Brother San, today is the day that Yuanjun is getting married. I beg you, please don't make a scene that will make the people in the city laugh at our family!"

"What do you know about this woman!"

Wu San Tong was so angry that he pushed his wife away and said in a harsh voice: "This is my house! I am the former chief of the imperial guards of Dali State, and I can't even see my adopted daughter. It's a joke for others!"

"You really have no shame!"

Wu Sanniang couldn't help but cursed in pain: "What have you been thinking all these years? Do you really think I don't understand?"

"Snapped--"

Wu San Tong seemed to be exposed in an instant, his face turned red, and he slapped the man in the face out of shame and anger.

"you……"

Wu Sanniang was stunned for a moment, she covered her burning cheeks with her hands, her eyes full of disbelief.

She originally thought that she would be relieved after enduring until her adopted daughter got married, but she didn't expect that her husband would be so obsessed that he would not care about the slightest affection between them.

"Mr. Wu is so impressive!"

Seeing this scene, Niu Ben sneered, tightened the hilt of the knife in his hand, walked forward slowly, and said in a cold voice:
"Before my master came here, he also told me that he doesn't mind holding weddings and funerals together in the Wu Mansion. If you have the courage, go in today and give it a try."

Wu San Tong's heart suddenly shuddered.

What did that person really know?
This was the first thought in Wu San Tong's mind. Recalling the look in Niu Dingtian's eyes when he looked at him, he suddenly felt horrified about being naked in public.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could he know?" Wu San Tong whispered in a daze.

"But I don't know why he has been on guard against me? He wouldn't let me see him in Taoyuan, he wouldn't let me see him in Jiugong Mountain, and now he won't even let me see him at my home."

Wu San Tong seemed to have suddenly fallen into a trance. His face was sometimes ferocious, sometimes crazy, and his eyes were red as he muttered to himself.

"Third brother! Third brother!"

"what happened to you?"

Wu Sanniang had always loved her husband deeply, and seeing this situation, she no longer cared about the slap in the face. She hurried forward and kept calling out.

Seeing this, Niu Ben winked at the guard, and the guard quickly ran out.

After a while, Yideng led three disciples and hurried over.

"Amitabha."

With a Buddhist chant that sounded like Sanskrit, Wu San Tong's eyes quickly regained clarity.

Yideng's face was as dark as water. He stared at the disciple who was full of shame and said calmly, "Do you still remember what your master told you?"

After decades of being kind to others, this was the first time he got angry with this disciple.

Wu San Tong was too ashamed to answer. He pushed Wu Sanniang away and knelt on the ground.

Yideng was silent for a while, glanced at Wu Sanniang's swollen cheeks, and said softly:
"Master has said that no one is allowed to disturb Yuanjun when he comes back this time, and you have promised me that."

"Now you are so reckless that you can even kill your own spouse. Have you forgotten the loyalty between you and me, and the relationship between master and disciple?"

"Disciple dare not!"

Wu San Tong kowtowed hurriedly.

Once he was charged with such crime of treason, he would have no place to stand in the Dali Kingdom, let alone in the Central Plains.

Without the protection of his master, Wu San Tong was nothing. At this moment he realized that if that person really knew his thoughts, he would not let him go sooner or later once he lost the concerns of his master.

At this moment, Yideng also thought of this, and a hint of hesitation and struggle appeared on his face.

There were some things that he only became aware of after being reminded by his four disciples.

He didn't know how Niu Dingtian had foresight, but he did give his third disciple a chance to reflect on his mistakes before, and the other party's behavior today had completely crossed his bottom line.

He wanted to end the relationship between master and disciple, but he was worried that without this relationship, his disciple would eventually fall victim to Niu Dingtian's murderous hands.

For a moment, he was a little hesitant.

"Master, today is Yuanjun's wedding day. Third Senior Brother can be forgiven for his mistakes and then punished later. Today, the wedding should be the most important thing!"

Seeing the expression on the master's face, Zhu Ziliu who was standing by felt something was wrong and quickly knelt down to beg for mercy.

Qiaozi reacted and exchanged a glance with Dian Cang Yuyin. They both knelt down together. Qiaozi clasped his fists and said:

"Master has always taught me to be tolerant. My Third Junior Brother beat up my Third Mother today. I dare not ask for mercy, but Yuanjun is getting married today and we cannot disrupt her wedding day. Please allow me to punish you later, Master!"

"Master, please think twice!" Dian Cang Yuyin also clasped his fists and pleaded.

He and Qiaozi didn't quite understand what was going on and just thought it was caused by his third junior fellow apprentice beating his wife.

Wu Sanniang then realized that the situation seemed to be somewhat serious. She knelt on the ground in a hurry, clasped her hands together and cried to Yideng:
"It was Sanniang who spoke too hastily just now. Sanniang does not blame Sange for taking action. Today is Yuanjun's big day. Saint Monk, please forgive Sange this time."

"That's it, that's all."

Yideng sighed, looked at Wu Santong who was kneeling on the ground, and said: "If you still care about the relationship between master and disciple, starting tomorrow, you will go to Tianlong Temple to reflect on your mistakes. Before your master comes back, you are not allowed to step out of Tianlong Temple."

"Disciple accepts the order!"

Wu San Tong kowtowed quickly.

"Everyone, go down," Yideng waved his hand and said, "Welcome the guests well, and remember not to lose etiquette." "Yes!"

After Wu Santong and his four brothers and Wu Sanniang left, Niu Ben clasped his fists towards Yideng and said apologetically, "The leader has ordered that my wife's safety is the most important. Master Yideng, please forgive me!"

Yideng shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It is my fault that I did not discipline him strictly enough. I am sorry to make you laugh, young hero Niu."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I have something to tell Yuanjun, I wonder if there is anything..."

"Master Yideng, please come in!"

Niu Ben quickly raised his hand to invite her, saying, "You are the elder of the lady, just tell someone to tell her. The leader instructed us not to neglect Master Yideng before he left."

Yideng nodded slightly and followed Niu Ben into the backyard. When they reached a pavilion, two old men walked out of the pavilion and greeted Yideng.

They were the Dharma protectors of the sect who came with them, Yan Hongshou and Jin Buhuan.

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Jin, I am honored to meet you."

Yideng had also met the two of them once. After a few greetings, he came to He Yuanjun's courtyard under the leadership of Niu Ben.

In the Boudoir
He Yuanjun was already dressed in her phoenix coronet and bridal robe, her fair face lightly powdered, her beauty shone with pearls and jade, her hair was green and red, and she looked elegant and graceful.

When she heard the maid report that Master Yideng was visiting, she hurriedly got up and went out to greet him.

"I've met Master!"

Seeing Yideng waiting under the eaves, He Yuanjun hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to greet him, saying with a smile, "Master, please come in. I'll ask Ying'er to serve tea."

Yideng smiled and shook his head, saying, "Don't bother me. Master will tell you something and then we'll leave."

As she spoke, she took out a book from her bosom and handed it forward, saying with a smile: "This is a wedding gift from our master to you. Keep it well, child, and hand it over to your husband in person when the time comes."

"One Finger Zen?" He Yuanjun took the book, her surprise hard to hide on her beautiful face.

The One Yang Finger is the unique martial art of the Dali Duan Clan. She never expected that her master would give her this martial art. Then, a hint of hesitation appeared on her face, and she said softly:
"This gift is too valuable, and Lord Yuan is worried about losing it. Since Master is going to Xiangyang with us, why not give it to your husband in person?"

"Different."

Yideng smiled and shook his head.

Then he paused for a moment, looked at her intently, and said, "This time you are getting married, the mountains are high and the road is long, so you should stay in Xiangyang and don't come back to Dali. If you are wronged, you can write to Master, and Master will take care of it for you."

Hearing this, He Yuanjun was deeply moved. Her parents died when she was young, and she was lonely in her childhood. Later, she was adopted by her stepfather and stepmother, and enjoyed parental love for a long time.

But after he turned twelve, he found that his adoptive father Wu San Tong looked at him differently, and even his adoptive mother sometimes became indifferent to him.

She has always been a thoughtful person. After a while, she figured out what was going on, but she kept it deep in her heart.

Fortunately, when he was thirteen years old, his master suddenly sent someone to take him to Taoyuan, where he stayed for three years, and was then sent to Jiugong Mountain.

To be honest, the three years she spent in Taoyuan and the two years she spent in Jiugong Mountain were actually the happiest times for her.

"Master, do you know everything?"

He Yuanjun's eyes flickered slightly, and he mustered up his courage and asked in a low voice.

Yideng sighed, a trace of guilt visible between his eyebrows, and sighed: "When Niu Xiaoyou went to Taoyuan, Master always felt that he had a lot of opinions about Santong, but he just regarded it as his personality."

"Later, he asked to marry you by name. Although Master was curious, he could see that he was a young master with a promising future, so he agreed directly."

"Afterwards, he asked to bring you to Taoyuan to be taught by the Grandmaster himself. Grandmaster didn't take all the abnormal reactions seriously at the time. It was only after your Grandmaster Uncle Zhu pointed it out that he finally noticed something."

"This is also the reason why Master left you alone in Xiangyang without waiting for you to marry. The less you see him, the less you will feel wronged. Master is really sorry for you for training such an evil disciple."

"Yuanjun does not blame his adoptive father and mother, and even less does he blame his master." He Yuanjun shook his head and said softly, "His adoptive father and mother have the grace to raise Yuanjun. Without them, Yuanjun would have starved to death long ago."

"The three years of Master's teachings to Yuanjun have taught him many truths. Be lenient to others and let go of your attachments. Now that Yuanjun has a new life, he will not dwell on the hardships of the past. Master does not need to punish his adoptive father too much."

"Amitabha." Yideng couldn't help but raise his hands and put them together, chanting the Buddha's name.

He was originally worried that his disciple would be hurt by this incident, so he planned to give him some advice, but he didn't expect to suffer the consequences.

For a moment, a feeling of relief arose in my heart.

"Little lady! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Guard Niu said the wedding procession is about to enter the city! Hurry up and get ready for the bridal sedan!"

Just then, the maid Ying'er hurriedly ran in from outside the yard and shouted urgently to He Yuanjun.

He Yuanjun's face turned slightly red, with a hint of embarrassment visible in her eyes, so she whispered to Yideng, "Master, take care. Yuanjun will go back first."

Yideng looked kind, nodded slightly, then turned and left the courtyard.

half an hour later

A huge wedding procession poured into the city, attracting the attention of the people in the city.

It is rumored that the Central Plains is rich and powerful. Now the people of Dali have been taught a lesson. This wedding procession is comparable to their emperor's tour.

Look at those muscular men. If they wore red clothes, you would think they were soldiers going to war.

"Master, these are the best soldiers in the army. If they were in any army in Dali, they would be able to defeat ten of them with one."

The woodcutter looked at the neatly-formed and upright wedding procession and was shocked. He whispered to Yideng beside him.

If they were ordinary soldiers, it would be nothing, but the fact that these two thousand people all had strong internal energy was truly astonishing.

Yideng naturally also noticed the unusualness of this group of people, and couldn't help but feel curious about the changes in Xiangyang in the past two years.

"Maybe it's time to go to war..."

Thinking of Niu Dingtian's terrifying power like a god, Yideng couldn't help but mutter to himself.

With such strength and army, no one would continue to stay in Xiangyang.

dusk,

It is the moment when yin and yang alternate.

"Crackling——"

Amid the deafening sound of firecrackers, the setting sun is like fire, melting everything into Danxia.

As a red figure slowly stepped out of the gate and entered the bridal sedan, the curtain dropped, the sedan stood up, and drums and music sounded.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a fiery red team drove out of Yangzhumie City. (End of this chapter)