911 The Inevitable Fate (1/2)
The courtyard was in dead silence, but with a strange sense of peace. Just like the wind that blew across the river, the atmosphere was quiet and serene.
Recovering from shock, Mu Yunle quickly went to Meng Qi and help him in standing up. She asked with concern, ”Master, master, are you alright?”
There was a horrible wound on Meng Qi's chest. Around the wound, the flesh and blood had turned black. The longsword that penetrated his heart had disappeared, but not a single drop of blood was spilling out. However, the wound was not healing either. Seeing this, Mu Yunle felt frightened and puzzled.
”I'm not dying yet,” said Meng Qi calmly with a smile. Having a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, he looked like he had gone through the vicissitudes of life. Nevertheless, from the look in his eyes, there was something that he was trying hard to suppress.
Hearing that the tone and voice of Master Zhending were calm as usual, Mu Yunle quietly heaved a sigh of relief. Looking at the place where Jie Sha was previously standing, she asked, ”Master, w-why was she crying just now?”
Did Jie Sha save the life of Master Zhending before? But why is she showing strong hatred toward him? As the mind of Mu Yunle was thronged by a lot of guesses, she asked the question boldly.
”Being freed from the cage, she has returned to the peaceful state of body and mind. How could she not cry?” the breathing of Meng Qi was slightly heavy due to his serious injury. However, he was still speaking in a calm tone.
”Did she cry because the sword hit you, and it defused her hatred?” Mu Yunle just could not understand how a sword-attack could defuse hatred. Perhaps they are having a love-hate relationship!
Well, this is most likely the case!
Just like a candle flickering in the wind, the gray kasaya on Meng Qi's body was getting more and more dim. ”There is a monster in her body that gives her power and urges her to kill. As her killing intent can make the monster grow faster, she is driven to kill people even though it goes against her own will.”
”No matter how hard she tried to resist the urge of killing, she just can't help to kill. She has even named herself as Jie Sha, which means swearing off killing. But unfortunately, she has never broken free from the control of the monster. By hitting me with her sword, she has taken revenge on me, and at the same time, I'm paying her a debt of gratitude. So we're now even. Since the killing intent has entered my body, the monster won't be fed anymore. Soon, it will leave by itself.”
Mu Yunle could feel that Master Zhending had changed a lot. If it were the time when they were still in the broken temple, he would not have told her so many things. Despite looking tired, at least he was not as quiet as before!
She asked curiously, ”What kind of monster is that?”
”Something very similar to the Devil's Claws,” said Meng Qi in an indifferent tone. His face was so pale, as if all the blood in his body had gathered at the wound.
Mu Yunle opened her eyes widely as she thought, Something very similar to the Devil's Claws? Does it mean that it's a Heavenly Weapon?
Why didn't Master Zhending snatch it over?
Bah! What am I thinking about? Even the Nether Demon Emperor has to resist from being polluted by the Devil's Claws. If the eminent monk, Master Zhending were to take charge of such a sword, wouldn't it have damaged his self-cultivation as a Buddhist and his spirit of martial arts?
Thump, thump, thump. The penetrated heart of Meng Qi was beating in a slow but steady pace. Feeling a little better, he said, ”Miss Mu, can I ask you a favor? I need your help to hold my arm and walk me to the city gate of Li. Sorry for the troubles.”
”Ah… sure!” after being startled for a few seconds, Mu Yunle quickly supported Meng Qi with her hands to walk toward the city gate.
Being wounded by the Sword Spirit of the Killing Sword, it is nothing less than being hit directly by a Heavenly Weapon. Master Zhending must be badly injured. However, despite risking his life, he is determined to repay Jie Sha's kindness in order to bring the causal relationship to an end. He is really as merciful as the Buddha, and as gallant as a hero.
When he was young, he must have been a chivalrous man with no fear of hardship and danger!
But why would such a person end up being a depressed man who hides away all his stories, and become a monk?
As they walked toward the city gate, the eyes of Mu Yunle flickered toward Meng Qi and asked in a seemingly casual way, ”Master, what made you become a monk?”
She had asked her question in a euphemistic way.
Then, she saw Master Zhending looking up at the sky with a sigh.
”I used to think that humans were able to overcome any obstacles and conquer the world. But later on, I've learned the hard way that fate is inevitable.”
Fate is inevitable... Mu Yunle could feel so much of helplessness, despair, and depression from this statement. She felt upset for him. A great man like him should be confident and feel that everything is under his control. What has Master Zhending experienced to end up being so dispirited?
Feeling worried, Mu Yunle could not help saying, ”Master Zhending, you can't think of life this way. It might be true that fate is inevitable, and it does make us feel helpless at times. But the heaven will always leave us a ray of hope, so there will always be a way to overcome fate. Look, although pursuing Da Dao has never been easy, the Heavenly Primogenitor and Buddha still made their ways to achieve transcendence!”
Mu Yunle was at the youthful stage of her life, hence she believed firmly that humans were able to be in charge of their lives. She hoped that the success of the Heavenly Primogenitor and Buddha was able to motivate Meng Qi.
Without saying anything else, Meng Qi walked to the city gate slowly with the help of Mu Yunle.
As time went by, the city gate was about to close. Suddenly, in front of the small courtyard of Jie Sha, a ray of bloody light was shining out of the void. Then, a blurry body figure slowly took shape - he was the Rakshasa of the Bloody Sea!
Looking around, he frowned slightly and said to himself,
”He did come to this place, but he has left long ago…”
I'm late again!
Fate seems to be playing tricks on me. No matter how hard I try to follow the trace of the Frenzied Blade, something seems to be stopping me from catching up with him. I'm always one step behind!