大唐双龙传 [Da Tang Shuang Long Zhuan] by Huang Yi

[徐中銳]

Okay, in fact, it's mindfulness over desire.

身、口、意 body mouth mind (not desire)

“Buddhism’s three secrets are body, mouth, and desire put into practice with equal importance together with the thought. Body is equal to the mouth, mouth is equal to the desire, and desire is equal to the body. Although in names they are three, in reality they are one.”

佛家三密，是为身、口、意，实践与思维并重。身等於口，口等於意，意等於身，名虽分三，实为一 如。

[foxs]

Akolaw, the word ‘mind’ did indeed cross my mind, as in the more familiar term ‘heart, body and mind’; however, ‘yi’ (idea/intention/desire) has subtle difference from ‘xin/jingshen/xinjing’ (mind). Xiaohu, it was not too early, was it? Anurman, what Akolaw said. Liljanger, Jaya, HPC, you are welcome. Hungry, I doubt it. It seems to me the author did not mean XZL to have superior style; the upgrade so far has always been in inner power. Lance, probably, because the author meant the two boys to be always on par with each other. But this is just my guess.

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Zhen Yan Dashi spoke nonchalantly, “Don’t underestimate these nine words. They are actually classical quotation from ‘Baopuzi’, the canonical text of Daoist School written by the Eastern Jin’s Ge Hong [283-363, Jin Dynasty Taoist and alchemist]. The original text says ‘facing the troops for battle, all are arrayed at the front; often when considering this, nothing will not be opened up for development’.”

Xu Ziling was bewildered even more; greatly startled, he asked, “What I don’t understand is not the origin and the source of this nine-character incantation; rather, I felt it strange that Dashi unexpectedly thought it out at the last moment. Plus Dashi is of Buddhist school, why did you borrow the idea from Taoist school’s ancient record?”

After gazing at him for half a day, Zhen Yan Dashi spoke softly, “Laona was going to use this as a pretext to illustrate to Shizhu the incantation’s heavy in spirit but not heavy in form, the key ideal place the three secrets can be put to use. Besides, Buddhism and Taoism, in the end, aren’t they of the same family?”

Respect was gushing out of Xu Ziling’s heart; nodding his head, he said, “Xiaozi benefits from the advice!”

Zhen Yan Dashi suddenly shouted the word ‘lin’ [lit. facing; the first word of the nine above], while both hands were raised high above his head, sticking close to each other like a flower bud; the ring finger inclined at an angle, the tips of the fingers fit together.

Severely shaken, Xu Ziling exclaimed, “Formidable!”

Zhen Yan Dashi put his hands down and asked in delight, “What do you perceive?”

Xu Ziling replied, “Xiaozi felt that Dashi has turned into towering mountains and precipitous ridges, and nobody could sway Dashi the slightest bit.”

Zhen Yan Dashi said, “This is precisely the fundamental ‘motionless’ print. Although there are thousand of schools, ten-thousand kinds of handprint, ‘motionless’ is one of the nine kinds of fundamental models; therefore, although today laona will only talk about nine different kinds of handprints, the fact is that it is tantamount to passing on all handprints at once to you. Watch.”

He suddenly rose up, but still maintaining the sitting-cross-legged-in-meditation posture, except his hands were making a series of images one after another, changing indeterminately, and suddenly shouted loudly, “Bing [lit. troops, the second of nine words above]!” to let Xu Ziling know that he had finished demonstrating the more than a hundred changes in the fundamental print ‘motionless’, and was demonstrating another fundamental handprint.

Responding to the incantation, Xu Ziling’s tinglun [sahasrara, the crown chakra, on the top of the skull] heated up. But when he sprang up, Zhen Yan Dashi turned over and landed some distance away. “This is the Da JinGang Lun Yin [Great Vajra Wheel/Chakra Print]; it can drive out devils and treat an illness. As for how to use it to subdue the devil and defend traditional values, it will depend on Shizhu yourself!”

Seeing how Zhen Yan’s hands continuously producing endless changes of handprints, Xu Ziling began to understand why until today Zhen Yan Dashi still could not find someone to whom he could pass on the [Buddhist] law.

The fact is, the mystery within it could only be grasped intuitively, but could not be conveyed in words. If one said he understood, then he understood. If he said he did not understand, then any explanation would be useless.

Then Zhen Yan Dashi demonstrated the rest of fundamental print methods one by one. They were, in order, the Wai Shizi Yin [outer lion print], Nei Shizi Yin [inner lion print], Wai Fu Yin [outer bound (tie) print], Nei Fu Yin [inner bound (tie) print], Zhi Quan Yin [wisdom/knowledge fist print], Ri Lun Yin [sun/day wheel print], and Baoping Yin [lit. treasured/precious bottle/vase, i.e. Aquarius constellation, print].

Each fundamental handprint had hundreds of distinct changes. While Xu Ziling was unable to take his eyes off – as if he was drunk and stupefied, Zhen Yan already demonstrated more than a thousand different handprints.

Were it not for his earlier experience of gaining understanding inside the Luohan Hall, Xu Ziling would definitely be confused and disoriented, without knowing the reason.

However, this moment he understood tacitly; unconsciously his hands were following the example by producing different print styles.

Even when the sun has gone down in the west and the time has shifted, he was completely oblivious.

When Kou Zhong woke up, momentarily he was in dazed and did not know where he was. All around him he heard shouts boiling over, mixed with various sound of livestock mooing and bleating.

He sat up suddenly, and realized that he had been sleeping above a simple and crude clay bed, in a narrow and small thatched hut. Flickers of torchlight could be seen outside the window, where indistinct shadows of the peasants who brought him here were dragging the men and carrying the women. It seemed like they were running away from calamity to certain direction, rushing away, striving to be the first and fearing to be the last.

‘Bang!’

The wooden door was pushed open, and the native girl rushed in. With frightened expression she said, “Why haven’t you run? The pirates are coming for real!”

Stunned, Kou Zhong looked at her blankly, thinking that wasn’t he the big hero that was supposed to deal with the pirates? Why did she tell him to run away with them?

By this time he had sobered up a bit, “Don’t be afraid,” he said, “I am on top of everything. Where is my saber?”

The girl pointed to the wall and said, “You are not dead, are you? Quickly go!” No longer paying attention to Kou Zhong, she slipped away and disappeared.

Kou Zhong looked at the wall. Sure enough, the Moon in the Well was quietly hanging there. He inwardly praised the villagers’ simplicity and honesty. In this era, even an unremarkable and shabby saber like this could still be sold for a good price.

The voices were gone. There was no sound outside. Stretching his limbs, Kou Zhong found out that not only his power has come back, it even surpassed his previous level. Feeling strange in his heart, he wondered inwardly whether after his true energy was exhausted, when it recovered, could it progress even more instead?

If it were true, then he had gained another kind of training method.

Thinking about the safety of the villagers, he jumped down the clay bed, fetched the Moon in the Well, and walked outside. The village, consisting of more than a hundred mud houses and thatched huts – was as quiet as a ghost domain. Evidently the villagers were well trained in evacuation procedures; even the chicken and the dogs did not remain.

Suddenly feeling something unusual, he looked to the northeast, and saw several li away the flame illuminating the heavens, the thick smoke covering the sun, while faint cries entering his ears.

Inwardly, Kou Zhong was severely shaken; who would be so savage that unexpectedly they openly set another village nearby on fire?

Murderous intent flared up in his heart immediately. Patting the Moon in the Well on his back, he rushed over at full speed.

Xu Ziling, who incarnated as the scar-faced warrior, walked along the main street at the southern market of Chengdu, looking for the contact address Zheng Shiru left him.

Although he had not really mastered the Huan Ri Da Fa of the scroll that Yue Shan left behind, he already had the shedding-his-mortal-body-and-exchange-his-bones feeling. It could be said that in the past few years his martial art skill was collected from the east and pieced together from the west, mixed together into the final product. And each time he was facing death, like a flash of realization he made another breakthrough, which, after the event, oftentimes he forgot most of it.

The advantage was that it made him unpredictable; while the downside was that it could not become one complete gongfa.

The ‘Jiu Zi Zhen Yan Shou Yin’ that Zhen Yan Dashi taught him was like an ocean where all streams, brooks, rivers, and creeks converged into one, allowing him to transform all his past understanding and experience into a consummate and endlessly creative system. Even he himself did not know this. But the moment he took his leave from Zhen Yan Dashi and stepped outside the gate of the Da Shi Temple, he already obtained both the Buddhist and Taoist Schools’ paramount xinfa, which established his status as a grand master of the Central Plains, which, apart from Kou Zhong, no one could compare.

This moment Xu Ziling’s frame of mind was like everything was new again. His disappointment from Shi Qingxuan and Shi Feixuan has become an out-of-reach old affair, which could only occupy a minuscule space in his current mind.

There were a lot of differences between his and Kou Zhong’s character, but both of them did not like to be under someone else’s control. Moreover, neither one was willing to act under someone else’s bidding.

Therefore, even though he promised Shi Qingxuan and Shi Feixuan that he would lure Xi Ying out to exterminate him, he was only willing to accomplish it his way, and did not want to receive any help either.

To be honest, at that time he also had a bit of desire to destroy the subtle man-woman sentiment in his heart toward Shi Qingxuan and Shi Feixuan.

But everything has become the thing of the past.

Zhen Yan Dashi was another Lu Miaozi, which made him climb an even higher peak, and see things and realms that he had not seen before.

Xu Ziling leisurely halted his steps across the street to survey the big mansion where Zheng Shiru stayed. On the surface it looked just like any other house of a rich or noble family. However, since the master of the house was able to host a martial art personage like Zheng Shiru, naturally it was, most likely, a gang or society household, or at least it had close contacts with Jianghu people.

While he was trying to figure out how to secretly enter and investigate the situation inside, a group of five, six people walked out of the open wide main gate, and heading to the north along the street; surprisingly, one of them was Zheng Shiru.

Xu Ziling cheered inwardly.

He never believed that Zheng Shiru and Yin Gui Pai’s relationship was just as he explained to Xu Ziling earlier, and now was a good opportunity to find out whether Zheng Shiru was telling the truth.

Whatever the case, he believed that Zheng Shiru would be the best candidate to spread the news that Yue Shan has arrived in Chengdu.

Just like Shi Feixuan predicted, Xi Ying openly bullying the monks of the Great Stone Temple could not be as simple as it looked on the outside; rather, he must have wanted to lure his arch-enemy, the ‘Heavenly Saber’ Song Que – to leave his home and go down south, to be dealt with.

But Xu Ziling had his own ideas.

If Xi Ying really had the guts to openly issue a written war challenge to Song Que, then no matter how far away, Song Que must come to respond.

Evidently Xi Ying did not dare to have a fair, decisive battle against Song Que. In other words, there must be crafty plots and machinations in this affair. Sichuan was Xie Hui’s territory, what gave Xi Ying such a confidence?

One of the reasons would be that Xi Ying had Yin Gui Pai behind his back, supporting his waist; hence the reason why Zheng Shiru and Wanwan had to come from far away to this place.

Supposing his conjecture matched with the facts, perhaps he could meet Xi Ying even tonight.

Xu Ziling flashed into a side lane. By the time he reappeared from another small alley, from the scar-faced hero, he had become the ‘Overbearing Saber’ Yue Shan, striding toward the group of people, in which Zheng Shiru was one of them – who were walking in his direction.

[wangxiaohu]

Thanks foxs, been waiting for this..

[徐中銳]

akolaw, see, your Buddhist practice can simply be reduced to the desire for comparable mens sana in corpore sano.

Akolaw, the word ‘mind’ did indeed cross my mind, as in the more familiar term ‘heart, body and mind’; however, ‘yi’ (idea/intention/desire) has subtle difference from ‘xin/jingshen/xinjing’ (mind).

[akolaw]

Akolaw, the word ‘mind’ did indeed cross my mind, as in the more familiar term ‘heart, body and mind’; however, ‘yi’ (idea/intention/desire) has subtle difference from ‘xin/jingshen/xinjing’ (mind).

The 3 myth also call blessing from 3 myth / san mei ka chi is known as three vajra:
Three Vajras
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The Three Vajras, namely "body, speech and mind", are a formulation within Vajrayana Buddhism and Bon that hold the full experience of the śūnyatā "emptiness" of Buddha-nature, void of all qualities (Wylie: yon tan) and marks[1] (Wylie: mtshan dpe) and establish a sound experiential key upon the continuum of the path to enlightenment. The Three Vajras correspond to the trikaya and therefore also have correspondences to the Three Roots and other refuge formulas of Tibetan Buddhism. The Three Vajras are viewed in twilight language as a form of the Three Jewels, which imply purity of action, speech and thought.

The Three Vajras are often mentioned in Vajrayana discourse, particularly in relation to samaya, the vows undertaken between a practitioner and their guru during empowerment. The term is also used during Anuttarayoga Tantra practice.

In Tendai and Shingon Buddhism of Japan, they are known as the Three Mysteries (三密 sanmitsu).

akolaw also note here Shingon buddhism lit means true word zong (see where Huang Yi get the name)

[akolaw]

连他自己都不知道，当他辞别真言大师，步出大石寺门的一刻，他已身兼佛道两家至高无上的心法，奠定他日后在 中原除寇仲外再无人可以比拟的大宗师地位。

Even he himself did not know this. But the moment he took his leave from Zhen Yan Dashi and stepped outside the gate of the Da Shi Temple, he already obtained both the Buddhist and Taoist Schools’ paramount xinfa, which established his status as a grand master of the Central Plains, which, apart from Kou Zhong, no one could compare.

Missing 日后 in the future.

[akolaw]

Zhen Yan Dashi spoke nonchalantly, “Don’t underestimate these nine words. They are actually classical quotation from ‘Baopuzi’, the canonical text of Daoist School written by the Eastern Jin’s Ge Hong [283-363, Jin Dynasty Taoist and alchemist]. The original text says ‘facing the troops for battle, all are arrayed at the front; often when considering this, nothing will not be opened up for development’.”

抱朴子》内卷的登涉篇，原文曰：『临兵斗者，皆阵列前行。常当视之，无所不辟。》"徐子陵更是一脸茫然，大 愕道："我不解的非是指九字真言的出处来历，

When he introduce the nine word he said 临兵斗者皆阵列在前, please note last two word are different and this is not typo

[Ysabelkid]

Thanks foxs

[Jayariyin]

Thanks, foxs.

[shirak]

Everyone, on this day, let's have a moment for the late Huang Yi.

Thanks for everything, and foxs for translating.

[wangxiaohu]

Everyone, on this day, let's have a moment for the late Huang Yi.

Thanks for everything, and foxs for translating.

And for the troll..may he rest in peace...

[bchin22]

And for the troll..may he rest in peace...

...whose passing was noted but definitely not missed

[徐中銳]

What, in your view, is the significance 黃易 meant for that change ?

Zhen Yan Dashi spoke nonchalantly, “Don’t underestimate these nine words. They are actually classical quotation from ‘Baopuzi’, the canonical text of Daoist School written by the Eastern Jin’s Ge Hong [283-363, Jin Dynasty Taoist and alchemist]. The original text says ‘facing the troops for battle, all are arrayed at the front; often when considering this, nothing will not be opened up for development’.”

抱朴子》内卷的登涉篇，原文曰：『临兵斗者，皆阵列前行。常当视之，无所不辟。》"徐子陵更是一脸茫然，大 愕道："我不解的非是指九字真言的出处来历，

When he introduce the nine word he said 临兵斗者皆阵列在前, please note last two word are different and this is not typo

[SkyWalker]

Thanks foxs.

[HPC7595]

Thanks foxs

[anurman]

Thanks Fox.

[foxs]

Akolaw, thank you for the missing word; it does make more sense. Ysabel, Jaya, Sky, HPC, Anurman, you are welcome. Shirak, has it been a year already? RIP Huang Yi. Xiaohu, Bchin, what I really don’t understand is: since he hates me so much (although I don’t know the reason, since I don’t think I’ve ever done anything bad to him), and detests my effort with vengeance, why does he keep coming here? Since I activated the ignore function, I don’t see his posts, but I am pretty sure (maybe with 99% confidence ) that he is not here to browse the menu, or to socialize with you guys, or – God forbids – to compliment the translator. I don’t know what to call that kind of people; shameless? Hypocrite?

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Book 25 Chapter 5 – Pirates Conspiracy

Not only did Kou Zhong lose his sense of time, he did not even know where he was, neither did he know which tribe inhabited this area. All he knew was that it was night, and he was rushing at full speed in the direction of the blazing fire emitting the thick smoke.

At first he thought it was only a few li away, but after running across an expanse of prairie and a river, and climbing over a small hill, he began to know that the fire was at least still ten li away.

Yet unexpectedly he was able to hear the cries. Evidently the feeling that his power was advancing was really not an illusion or his own wishful thinking.

A burst of faint battle cry, carried by the wind – entered his eardrums. The tragic scene of defeated Sui Army retreating while killing and burning, raping and looting – floated on the sea of Kou Zhong’s mind. The murderous intent in his heart flared even higher. After sweeping down the slope and passing through a wide expanse of open field, he ran along a small trail by the winding creek that bore through the woods like a sheep’s intestine.

Suddenly he heard the miserable scream of women mixed with the evil laugh from many men ahead, on the other side of the woods.

‘Boom!’

Anger exploded inside Kou Zhong, straight to the tip of his hair, which made him drawing the Moon in the Well and sweeping into the woods. But his state of mind returned to its bright and clear state, not contaminated by even half a shred of distracting thought.

Torchlight was visible from the other side of the woods; he could even see shadows of people. Before he was even out of the woods, two men, with torches in their hands, dressed in black tight warrior outfit – were walking into the woods.

One of them said with a laugh, “These two Liao women are really not bad; I hope we can find a few more over there as good as them, enough to make our brothers happy!”

The other one had just responded with a ‘Ha!’, when Kou Zhong stormed through the space between the two like a tornado before they had time to react, without even stopping for a moment – out of the forest.

The two men did not even have time to scream, their throat had been sliced open, and they slumped down to the ground, immediately died on the spot.

Outside the woods was a wide expanse of prairie, with thickets growing everywhere. The northern end of the prairie was where the smoke and fire originated.

Two naked female corpses were lying by a thicket, while more than twenty men in black, carrying flickering long saber in their hands, having not fully expressed themselves, were taking turn in continuing their deeds.

Kou Zhong thundered, “Give your life to me!”

In an instant he charged into the crowd of men, who did not have time to defend themselves, brandishing his saber and hacking down ferociously.

When the man who bore the brunt raised his saber to block, fast as lightning the Moon in the Well hacked down on the opposite party’s face. The blocking saber immediately fell to the ground.

The crowd was dumbstruck with great alarm, while their vicious character was also aroused, so they swarmed to counterattack.

Kou Zhong hissed in anger, while also giving vent to his indignation that he arrived too late to save the innocent women. The treasured saber in his hand showed no mercy; he flashed forward toward two sharp blades coming to attack him. Swinging his saber backhandedly, he scored another victory.

That man clearly felt that he successfully blocked Kou Zhong’s blade, yet the blade seemed to be able to slip through the gap, while he could only stare blankly as the terrifying enemy’s saber meandered upward through the crack and entered his chest, as if he was delighted to deliver the pit of his stomach to feed the saber.

After killing four men in succession, Kou Zhong’s true qi passed through his saber, while his waist sank down in a horse stance, and then using his right foot as the axis, he swept his saber in a circle, striking the attacking four sabers and sending them flying away into the distance. Not only the besieging men felt the palms of their hands were cracked, they also spewed out fresh blood from their mouth, and were thrown backward. They were shaken to their death just by his power alone.

Kou Zhong’s murderous intent flaring out, his saber momentum whirled around swiftly, like a demon he weaved in and out of the crowd of men. Everywhere he went, everybody responding to his attack had his saber fell, his blood splashed, and his body fell down; unexpectedly not a single one was able to withstand.

When only one man remained alive, Kou Zhong hacked down the weapon in his hand. He reached out to grab the pit of the man’s stomach, and lifted him entirely off the ground. Kou Zhong’s qi power invaded his meridians, the man was so much in pain that his face twisted, bean-sized beads of sweat trickling down from his forehead.

Kou Zhong shouted coldly, “If you want to live, answer my questions. Otherwise, I’ll pull your egg out. Understand?”

The man nodded in pain.

Kou Zhong’s eyes were flickering with divine light, he asked in heavy voice, “Who are you? Which group do you belong? Let me tell you frankly, I am very clear of your ins and outs, I just want to test your honesty.”

The man groaned and said, “Daye [big master], please spare my life, we are from Hai Sha Bang [sea sand gang, see Book 2 starting in Chapter 4].”

Kou Zhong laughed aloud and said, “Obviously you don’t want to keep your egg! Let me help you by taking your pants off first. I will only cut your egg, and definitely won’t cut anywhere else.”

The man was aghast, “Daye, spare my life,” he said, “I am indeed from Hai Sha Bang.”

Kou Zhong said with a sneer, “Still want to deceive me? Do you know who laozi [I, your father] is? The ‘Mermaid’ You Qiuyan is my old friend whose lips I have kissed, the ‘Fat Assassin’ You Gui and ‘Charging General’ Ling Zhigao have both had their buttocks kicked by me. The entire Hai Sha Bang, from top to bottom, all know me, you still dare to talk drivel? Last chance! Your Daye don’t have time to waste on your eggs.”

The man’s face was devoid of any color; he said with trembling voice, “Xiaoren will talk! It was Lin Ye who sent us out.”

“Which muddled egg [i.e. scoundrel/b@stard] is Lin Ye?” Kou Zhong shouted.

The man busily said, “It’s Lin Shihong Daye!”

Kou Zhong’s heart was shaken. Now he understood what’s going on with this pirates business.

When Zheng Shiru saw Xu Ziling, who was disguised as Yue Shan, his countenance changed slightly and he halted his steps.

When the others looked at him in amazement, Xu Ziling stopped in the middle of the street and spoke coldly, “Zheng Shiru stays here, the rest take a hike for Laofu.”

Immediately those several people appeared to be angry. But when they were about to vent out their anger, Zheng Shiru promptly curbed it by saying, “Gentlemen, please give Xiaodi a bit of face. Hey! This is Xiaodi’s senior. Please go first, in a moment Xiaodi will go to San Hua Lou [lit. dispersing flowers building (reminder: lou is a multi-story building)] to apologize to everybody.”

Those several young master were dressed like influential Wulin family’s younger generations. Half believing half doubting, they sized Xu Ziling up and down several times before – under Zheng Shiru’s urging – leaving unhappily.

Zheng Shiru saluted and said, “I did not know Qianbei [Senior] has graced us with your presence; please forgive Shiru for being negligent.”

Xu Ziling snorted a stifled grunt from his nostrils. “Come with me!” he spoke heavily.

Helplessly shrugging his shoulders, Zheng Shiru followed behind him into a deserted alley.

Afraid that Zheng Shiru might recognize his back, Xu Ziling turned around and spoke indifferently, “Xiaozi, what is your actual duty within Yin Gui Pai? Which color do you belong to?”

Zheng Shiru’s barely-there suspicion vanished immediately; he sighed and said, “Not concealing anything from Qianbei; strictly speaking, Shiru really is not Yin Gui Pai disciple.”

Actually, Yin Gui Pai heavily observed the distinction between seniors and juniors. The Sect was divided into three levels: ‘Heaven, Earth, and Man’, and the martial art taught to these three levels were also entirely different. White Sky, Black Earth, Yellow Man, were the three colors: White, Black, and Yellow. Only disciples of White grade would have the opportunity to take a peek into the demonic secret manual. Within Yin Gui Pai, other than Zhu Yuyan’s personal disciples, only people like Bian Bufu, Wen Caiting, and the like, elder-level martial art masters, would have this distinction. The number could not exceed nine. Nine was precisely the highest level of Heaven.

Figures like Amorous Nun, Evil Monk, and so on, who had quite a bit of head and face [i.e. some prestige/reputation] in Jianghu, were just in ‘field agent’ level.

He learned all these things from the scroll that Yue Shan left behind, hence when he talked, he looked like he knew what he was talking about.

Xu Ziling laughed coldly and said, “Nonsense! If you are an outsider, how could Zhu Yuyan trust you?”

Zheng Shiru smiled bitterly and said, “It’s complicated and not easy to express succinctly. But if Qianbei wanted me to communicate a message, there is absolutely no problem.”

Nodding his head, Xu Ziling said, “Xiaozi is quite astute, you knew that I wanted you to communicate a message for me.”

Zheng Shiru calmly said, “This time Qianbei is returning to the fray after a period of inactivity. Let’s not say about Song Que and Xi Ying, two men, rushing in, this moment Qianbei suddenly appearing in Chengdu, you must have heard the rumor concerning Xi Ying. Is Wanbei [junior] wrong?”

“Where is Xi Ying?” Xu Ziling asked.

Frowning, Zheng Shiru said, “Qianbei should know Xi Ying’s character better than Wanbei; he can’t possibly disclose his whereabouts to anybody.”

With a card up his sleeve, Xu Ziling laughed and said, “Perhaps Bian Bufu is the only exception?”

From Yue Shan’s legacy scroll, he knew that for a period of time, Xi Ying had a close contact with Bian Bufu, together, with all the majesty of an emperor [i.e. recklessly] they roamed the pleasure quarters and cluster of flowers [this is literal translation, but I believe you guys understand what it means, right?]. Villains collude together, hence he made that remark.

Stunned, Zheng Shiru replied, “I am not too clear about that; Qianbei ought to know that I am Zheng Hantang’s son.”

Xu Ziling groaned inwardly; naturally Yue Shan could not possibly put all the names of the people he had had a dealing with in the scroll. But listening to the tone of Zheng Shiru’s voice, obviously his late father had some connection with the real Yue Shan. Without any choice he thickened his face and asked, “Is Hantang still alive?”

Zheng Shiru sadly said, “My humble father passed away ten years ago. Qianbei naturally understand why he, the Senior, could not have a good ending.”

Xu Ziling remembered Xiang Yushan’s father, Xiang Gui’s bitter experience, who, because he inadvertently heard some gossip about Yin Gui Pai from a certain Yin Gui Pai elder in an idle chat after drinking together – was nearly killed. His heart moved, he said, “Must be because Hantang wanted to quit! Am I right?”

Zheng Shiru dejectedly said, “That’s exactly right. Otherwise, how could Die’s death be so shady? Not to conceal anything from Qianbei, right now Xiaozhi [little nephew] is merely feigning civility, quietly waiting for the opportunity. The thought in the bottom of my heart, this is the first time that Xiaozhi divulge it to anybody, simply because in the past Qianbei has done a great favor for Die. Xiaozhi really cannot bear to see Qianbei fall into the trap and nurse a grievance in Chengdu. I am asking Yue Lao’s [old Yue] understanding!”

Although Xu Ziling was finally able to verify Zheng Shiru’s real identity, but inwardly he was groaning. If Zheng Shiru persisted in not willing to communicate a message for him, would he have to go everywhere to shout, ‘Yue Shan is here!’, or perhaps write these four-word mantra on the walls and street corners?

[wangxiaohu]

Well, I think the word 'Troll' explained everything...until professional psychiatric examination is done, nobody will know for sure.

[bchin22]

Xiaohu, Bchin, what I really don’t understand is: since he hates me so much (although I don’t know the reason, since I don’t think I’ve ever done anything bad to him), and detests my effort with vengeance, why does he keep coming here?

Probably he's lonely and single and has no friends or significant other.

[9Dragons]

Hopefully we can bury the hatchet and move on. Came for soup and not champagne nor vinegar.

Had a feeling Kou Zhong leaving weeds behind was gonna come back to bite him. I'll bet he'll finish the job this time around.