Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 5: I'll Accept It

After half an incense stick's worth of time.

Shuiyue Temple.

The fragrance-filled kitchen.

Nuns wearing blue, white, and yellow robes gathered together. Even the martial arts instructor, Nun Nipu Jing, who wore a golden kasaya, and the supervisor, Nun Puming, were alarmed.

"You said that strong person called himself the Hungry Wolf Gang... the Skyward Cannon?"

Nun Puming, as a Buddhist practitioner, found it difficult to utter such vulgar bandit names. She first glanced at the messy tofu plates and steaming baskets, then looked at Huixin.

"Yes!" Huixin's wound had been bandaged, but her face was pale. "That strong person indeed called himself that, and he was very confident."

"You said his Saber Technique is very formidable? But he hasn't reached the Profound Realm? And he didn't use any martial arts when he defeated you?" Nun Puming asked again.

"Yes!" Huixin's eyes showed a hint of fear, and she spoke with lingering trepidation. "His Saber Technique has reached the Transcendent Realm, but he definitely hasn't reached the Profound Realm, nor did he use any martial arts. Yet, he defeated me with just one move!"

Nun Puming looked at Nun Pujing beside her, seeking clarification. It wasn't a big deal if some food went missing from the temple, but if the thief was so strange and terrifying, it was worth being cautious.

"Every Saber Technique has six levels of Artistic Conception: Initiation, Lesser Vehicle, Mahayana, Profound, Transcendent, and Universal Truth. Those who reach the Transcendent Realm merge with their sword, while those who reach Universal Truth can summon gods and ghosts."

Nun Nipu Jing's expression was strange. "Martial arts in this world are extremely difficult to cultivate. It's not difficult to cultivate a martial art technique to the Mahayana level, but to reach the Transcendent and even the Profound Realm, one must not only cultivate a single martial art, but also spend more than thirty years honing their skills and possess extraordinary talent. All three are indispensable!"

If that's the case, how could such a genius not have reached the Profound Realm? Without the support of any martial arts, how could he defeat Huixin, who was at the ninth rank? This doesn't make sense!"

"Master, your disciple wouldn't dare to speak recklessly. This matter is absolutely true," Huixin felt a bit wronged. She had clearly been cleanly defeated.

"Let me ask you," Nun Pujing said in a deep voice, "What is the name of his Saber Technique? Did that person reveal any clues?"

Among those who have reached the Transcendent Realm in the martial world, none are unknown. Their names are known far and wide.

"... I asked him, and he said... he said it's a Saber Technique as crude and cunning as a dog," Huixin honestly replied.

The nuns blinked in confusion. Is this a proper Saber Technique?

Nun Pujing was also taken aback. "How old is that person?"

Huixin thought carefully, and only now did she react. "That strong person has long black hair that reaches his waist, bright eyes, and a clear voice. He must be just a teenager!"

"Absurd! This is simply absurd!"

Nun Pujing scolded abruptly, completely shattering her decades-long understanding of martial arts. How could this be believed?

Huixin's eyes turned red, and she lowered her head in silence.

"This person is definitely not the strong person from the Hungry Wolf Gang!" Nun Puming suddenly spoke up.

The nuns looked at her, and they saw Nun Puming walk to the table and pick up the poorly written note, reading it softly.

"Sitting on a tree, wandering outside the mundane world, without a begging bowl to carry, not speaking of worldly matters when encountering people, it is as if there are no worldly matters. Nun, I'll... I'll accept it?"

The room fell silent, and this poem... the beginning was fine, but the ending seemed improper.

"Wonderful! It's truly wonderful!"

Only one old nun's heartstrings were touched, and she was extremely excited. "Although this poem doesn't mention a single word about Zen, it is filled with Buddhist language. It is wholeheartedly devoted to Buddhism, untouched by the secular world. It saves sentient beings and dares to abandon worldly desires. It transcends the mundane and the spiritual, Amitābha, this person must be a highly accomplished monk!"

The nuns in the room looked at each other in confusion.

This seemed even more absurd. A Saber Technique without reaching the Profound Realm, a teenager, and a highly accomplished monk?

Is it possible?

Also, that last sentence, "Nun, I'll accept it," is clearly vulgar language.

"This strong person is not a bandit or a thief from the mountains. Bandits and evil people would never possess such literary talent and martial prowess. He must be a student from the Autumn Palace Pavilion, falsely reporting his identity to confuse others. Unexpectedly, he intentionally made his handwriting ugly, but it turned out to be a clumsy move. There's no silver lining in this situation!"

Nun Puming clasped her palms together and made a conclusion. "The Autumn Palace Pavilion actually has such an extraordinary and talented junior. The Autumn Palace Pavilion is thriving. I should inform the temple master and arrange a meeting with the Autumn Palace Pavilion's leader!"

"Very well!" The nuns also clasped their palms together.

Nun Huixin was completely dumbfounded!

So why would this person come to steal things from our temple to eat?

...

The crushed and deformed steamed buns, vegetable buns, tofu, and other items were neatly arranged on the dusty table.

There was a large quantity, and it was sufficient!

Cui Ying'er, Huang Dagui, and five other bandits stood in a row, looking confused.

Even if they racked their brains, they couldn't figure out how the young master did it.

Has the Water Moon Temple, which used to treat the bandits like pests, become so lax? It's impossible, right? The nuns who had nothing to do during the day and night were full of energy.

Looking at the young master, who had a pensive expression mixed with indifference, a bold idea emerged—

There must be an affair!

The young master was handsome, and it was hard to say he hadn't encountered some alluring nuns. When two combustible materials meet a raging fire, they burn fiercely and become entangled.

No wonder the young master insisted on going alone!

Reasonable!

So the gaze towards the young master became even more strange.

Xin Zhuo sat on a stone slab, crossed his arms, and looked down at ants moving, his thoughts returning to the confrontation with Sister Huixin just now.

That nun had a good swordplay, but it seemed like she couldn't understand his own moves. She even had a hint of disdain and contempt? As a result, she was knocked out by his move.

In other words, in this world, there is no one who has encountered my "rude and cunning dog-like Saber Technique"?

A non-mainstream Saber Technique?

A pot of mixed buns, steamed buns, and tofu, seasoned with coarse salt and Sichuan peppercorns, turned out to be unexpectedly delicious. Moreover, the bandits from the Hungry Wolf Gang didn't attack this morning, adding a bit of leisure to their gathering.

Each of the five bandits had a large bowl, sitting in the courtyard, making continuous slurping sounds. While eating, they occasionally glanced at Xin Zhuo, their minds filled with images and their eyes shining.

Xin Zhuo picked up a small bowl, took a small bite, and looked at the appearance of the bandits. In his mind, scenes of the old ladies at the entrance of his hometown village worrying about the harmony of other people's families appeared inexplicably.

Cui Ying'er had a more pleasing eating manner. At this moment, she looked at Xin Zhuo with a meaningful gaze and asked, "Why isn't the young master eating?"

I'm too full to eat, it's embarrassing to say.

"Life needs a sense of ceremony, eat slowly!" Xin Zhuo said.

"A sense of ceremony?"

This new term touched the bandits' blind spot of knowledge.

Huang Dagui wiped off the tofu residue on his beard and said, "Is it the kind of elegance that the noble gentlemen talk about? Like playing with a spinning top, marvelous. The young master is a talented person, he will surely make a name for himself in the future, but..."

"But some things can't be done more than once..." Bai Jianxi, the fourth in command, raised his slender chopsticks with his orchid finger. "If it's too morally corrupt, how can we explain it to the old master when we're under the nine springs? In the future, when we have prospects, it would be best for the young master to marry a rich and noble young lady. No one understands those young ladies better than me, they are much more moisturizing than the nuns."

Xin Zhuo didn't understand, but he refused to continue the conversation.

If the bandits make a name for themselves, they might only be able to seize power. It would be best if they don't get wiped out halfway.

A rich and noble young lady? It would be best if the "rich and noble family" is not a brothel.

...

The life of a bandit is boring, especially when they can't go down the mountain to rob and seek the excitement and rewards of that moment.

The bored Xin Zhuo was concerned about the situation of the five spirits in the Lunar Serenity Well after practicing the secret techniques, but he could only wait until night when the moon rose.

In the afternoon, it was Huang Dagui and Cui Ying'er's turn to go down the mountain to defend, while Han Qiniang and the others rested.

Xin Zhuo thought about lying down for a while longer. Just as he walked to the bamboo chair, he heard a piercing strange cry from a distance: "Break their teeth, kill them!"

What's this?

Before he could react, Bai Jianxi and Han Qiniang had already rushed out with their weapons:

"Damn it, they're here again, and there are quite a few people!"

(End of this chapter)