The setting sun is setting in the west, and the sunset on the horizon is golden. The early summer wind is cool and blowing through the thick city wall. People are coming and going on Zhuque Street, which is still very lively.
Young monk Yang Duo was sitting on a low stool, eating a bowl of plain noodles with relish. Coming from the bitter cold land of the far west, he was full of awe and gratitude for food.
He ate very slowly, chewing each mouthful of noodles for a long time before swallowing it slowly, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
After finally finishing a bowl of noodles and drinking the last mouthful of noodle soup, the little monk stuck out his tongue and began to slowly lick the bowl...
"If little master is not full, can you have another bowl?"
The noodle stall owner on the side couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but ask.
"Thank you donor, I'm full!"
Yang Duo put down the clean and shiny bowl that she had licked, scratched her bald head, and said a little embarrassedly.
Little did the stall owner know that in that bitterly cold place in the far west, where heavy snowfalls continued and cattle and sheep froze to death, the young monk would be scolded by his master if he didn't lick the bowl clean after finishing the porridge.
"Donor, I would like to ask, among the younger generation in Zhixingyuan, who has the highest attainments in cultivation?"
Yang Duo stood up, tied the package on his back, and looked at the gate of Zhixingyuan in the distance.
"Little Master, I don't understand what you are asking..."
The stall owner shook his head like a rattle and began to clean up the stall.
"Donor, may I ask among the younger generation in Zhixingyuan, who has the highest attainments in cultivation?"
Yang Duo walked to a grocery stall and asked the stall owner seriously.
"Who is the tallest? They are all amazing! Does the young master also want to study at Zhixingyuan?"
The stall owner, whose business was a bit deserted, replied lazily.
"Oh... the young monk wants to ask who is number one?"
"Zhixingyuan is the best in the world. Our national teacher, the old immortal, can control the wind and rain, and has great magical powers! Little Master, I look at you and you are from out of town..."
Speaking of the old immortal, the national teacher, the stall owner became energetic and talked non-stop with a proud look on his face.
"Donor, may I ask..."
Yang Duo walked to another top shop. As soon as she opened her mouth, the shop owner threw two coins and interrupted: "Sorry, sorry, the shop is busy. Master, please go elsewhere to beg for alms!"
Yang Duo reluctantly bent down to pick up the copper plate and scratched his bald head.
Finally, I arrived in Luoyang, Kyoto, and found Zhixingyuan, but who could I ask to confirm my martial arts?
Yang Duo knew that he could not break into Zhixing Monastery and beat everyone he met. Although he left Drepung Monastery for the first time and was not familiar with the world, he had an innate keen intuition about danger.
As he got closer to Zhixingyuan, he could sense that there were some unusually powerful auras in Zhixingyuan.
There were two extremely powerful auras among them, which made him secretly palpitate. Even his master did not reach such a terrifying level.
Even so, the young monk had a firm mind and felt more and more that this trip was worthwhile.
He continued walking forward, inquiring along the way.
"Donor, may I ask among the students in Zhixingyuan, who has the highest attainments in cultivation?"
"What are you creating...what do you mean? Do you, a little monk, want to rebel?"
"Well……"
"Donor, who among the students in Zhixingyuan is the most powerful?"
"They are all very powerful. If you are not very powerful, can you get into Zhixingyuan?"
"oh……"
After asking for a long time, he still didn't get the answer he wanted. Yang Duo scratched his bald head angrily. Is there something wrong with the way he asked the question, and no one in the imperial capital understood it?
"Donor, may I ask who among the students from Zhixingyuan is the best at fighting?"
The young monk turned around and asked again concisely and clearly.
"Of course it's He An, could it be me?"
Seeing the young monk's reluctance, the shop owner rolled his eyes and replied angrily.
He An!
Yang Duo silently remembered the name and bowed.
At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd not far away. Seven or eight students in long robes were seen surrounding the two teenagers and beating them continuously. The teenager who was beaten struggled to resist, but the opponent was outnumbered and the two were obviously outmatched. He ran towards this direction, followed by several people chasing after him.
A young man with half his cheek swollen shouted: "If you have the surname Cui, wait until I call He An and let's have another fight!"
He kept cursing, but he ran very fast, carrying a gust of wind as he passed in front of Yang Duo, and several people behind him chased after him.
Hearing the word "He An", the young monk's ears twitched. He caught up with the student in two steps, grabbed his sleeve and said, "Donor, please stay!"
"Hey...what are you doing, monk, dragging me along? Oops...they're chasing me!"
The young man stared at Yang Duo with cross-eyed eyes, smelling of alcohol, turned his head to look behind him, and shouted angrily.
"Donor, do you know He An?"
Yang Duo asked unhurriedly.
"Of course, he is my brother! The master is..."
The cross-eyed man had a proud look on his face, shaking his head and talking, and then his face suddenly changed: "Oh! Damn it!"
Several wooden sticks were whipped out, mixed with shouts and curses: "Little bastard, where are you running!"
"Run, keep running, break your legs!"
The cross-eyed man was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he squatted down holding his head.
Crack, crackle—"Crack!"
The wooden sticks all hit Yang Duo's bald head without any bias, and immediately fell into pieces, with sawdust flying everywhere.
The seven or eight students who caught up were all stunned when they looked at the broken wooden bars in their hands.
"Do people in Kyoto...like beating people so much?"
Yang Duo was neither angry nor angry. She gently brushed the sawdust and dust off her head and looked at the visitor blankly.
"Little monk, it's none of your business, get out of here!"
The leader was a tall man named Cui Qingfeng, a distant relative of Cui Zhixia. He pointed at Yang Duo's nose and roared aggressively. The others looked at the cross-eyed man squatting on the ground, rolled up their sleeves and were about to rush forward.
"Amitabha... several donors looked fierce and fought in the street. Does this Kyoto... have no royal dharma?"
Yang Duo's eyes passed over several people, with a look of regret on his face, and he shook his head and said.
"Smelly monk, you are looking for death, right?"
Ji Qingfeng was so angry that he punched Yang Duo on his back. In an instant, Bo Da's fist reached Yang Duo's face.
Yang Duo did not dodge, but received a solid punch on the forehead.
"Crack..."
As a crisp sound of bones breaking was heard, the man folded his arms and screamed: "Ah..."
The cross-eyed person squatting on the ground is Zhuge Guagua.
After the banquet at Daguanlou, he and Xu Zhen rushed back to Zhixingyuan. They happened to meet several students from Longmen Academy on the street.
During the Qingming competition, Zhuge Guagua's demeaning look that deserved a beating had already made everyone in Longmen Academy hate him. They all rushed forward and beat Zhuge Guagua and Xu Zhen until they fled.
Seeing Cui Qingfeng punching the young monk, but then covering his broken arm and screaming like a pig, Zhuge Guagua stood up overjoyed, standing behind Yang Duo with his hands on his hips in a lively manner.
Seeing the out-of-breath Xu Zhen running over, Zhuge Guagua's chest puffed up and he said in a pretentious manner: "You bastards, you have the guts!"
Everyone shouted in unison and rushed over with fists pumping. Zhuge Guagua shrank his head and hid behind Yang Duo.
The young monk remained as motionless as a mountain, but his clothes were billowing, as if the wind was blowing constantly. His sleeves were rippling like water waves, and he waved out a light palm.
With a thud, everyone fell to the ground like a gourd.
"The little monk is amazing!"
Zhuge Guagua was stunned with shock. After a moment, he came back to his senses. He was overjoyed and laughed with his hands on his hips: "You coward from the Cui family, now you know how powerful you are! Come back if you have the ability!"
Cui Qingfeng stroked his broken arm, and the veins on his forehead throbbed with pain. He looked at Yang Duo in fear, then glared at Zhuge Guagua bitterly, and gritted his teeth and said: "Let's go!"
The young monk was merciful and his attack was not heavy. Everyone fell so hard that stars appeared in their eyes and their heads were dizzy. Fortunately, no one was hurt. They helped each other to their feet and left in embarrassment after Cui Qingfeng.
"Thank you, Master, for your generous action!"
Xu Zhen took a long breath and thanked Yun Duo.
"The master's magical skills are unparalleled and invincible in the world! It's really admirable, admirable!"
Zhuge Guagua gave a thumbs up, held Yang Duo's arm affectionately, and patted the rainbow fart.
"Sin, sin, sin!"
Yang Duo was embarrassed by the praise, and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "The young monk just thinks that they are too cruel, so I will give them a little punishment!"
"People like them should be punished. Well done, Master!"
Zhuge Guagua said, diligently helping the young monk pat the dust and wood chips on his shoulders and straighten the wrinkles on the monk's clothes.
"Oh...the donor is He An's brother?"
Yang Duo remembered that the cross-eyed man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks just said that He An was his brother, and asked aloud.
"Oh... My name is Zhuge Guagua. His name is Xu Zhen. Both of us are disciples of Zhixingyuan! He An and we are good brothers and good friends. I don't know how to call him master? Are you familiar with He An?"
Zhuge Guagua said with a playful smile.
"Oh? Both donors are disciples of Zhixingyuan?"
Yang Duo stood in awe, and then his eyebrows twitched like silkworms.
A disciple of Zhixingyuan, but his skills and qualifications are... too unsightly, aren't they?
"Little monk Yang Duo, I heard that He An is ranked first in martial arts among the students of Zhixing Academy, and I admire him in my heart..."
"Of course! My brother He Anruo is here. Those guys just beat the shit out of them... We were having wine together at noon. If Master wants to see He Anruo, just come with us..."
When Zhuge Guagua talked about He An, he looked proud. He and Xu Zhen took Yang Duo and walked to Zhixingyuan, talking happily about He An's deeds along the way.
Several people arrived at He An's residence in Zhixingyuan, but the door was locked and no one came back.
The three of them stood outside the door waiting for a long time. It was already dark, but no one noticed that a young monk broke into Zhixingyuan.
"Thank you, two benefactors. The young monk is waiting for He An here. Please help yourself!"
"Oh, that's fine, Master, rest assured, He An should be back soon!"
After Zhuge Guagua finished speaking, he said goodbye and left with Xu Zhen.
In the moonlight above the willow branches, Yang Duo waited for a long time and felt a little tired. Looking at the lush tree with gnarled branches next to the house, she jumped up, lay down on the branch of the tree, put the parcel under her head, and fell asleep unconsciously. Go to sleep.
