Chapter - 285 Leisurely Ride On a Shark (3) (1/2)

”Ah! Nine Yin Manual! Mutual hands combat technique?” these several words flashed through his mind just like seeing a bright star on the horizon in a dark and endless night. ”My martial art may not be enough to fight the Western Poison, but the Nine Yin Manual contains the most wonderful secrets of the martial art world; plus the mutual hands combat technique will double my skill. If both Rong'er and I train hard day and night, then we can fight the Old Poison with everything we have. Only regardless of which martial art we use, we still need to fight him for a whole day and night; then how can this be good?”

He stood in the forest thinking deeply; suddenly thought, ”Why don't I go and ask Shifu? His martial art might be gone, but his knowledge is not; he should be able to give me clear directions.” He went back to the tree right away, then explained to Hong Qigong every single one of his thought.

”Read the Nine Yin Manual slowly for me to hear,” Hong Qigong suggested, ”Let us see if there is a marvelous martial art you can learn in a short period of time. Guo Jing immediately recited the Manual sentence by sentence. When Hong Qigong heard Guo Jing recited, 'One knew that by sitting down and pondering deeply one can accomplish virtue; but unknowingly to attain excellence one requires flexibility, as well as clear and bright understanding. The body is cultivated two-folds; namely movement and stillness. Being attacked but stay still.' he suddenly stood up, ”Ah!” he exclaimed.

”What is it?” Guo Jing worriedly asked. Hong Qigong did not answer. He thought those sentences over for a while and then said, ”Repeat the last part you were reading a moment ago.”

Guo Jing was delighted, he thought, ”Shifu must have found some methods to fight the Old Poison in the last part.” Right away he re-read those sentences slowly.

Hong Qigong nodded his head and said, ”That's true. Carry on.” Guo Jing continued reciting the Manual from memory. Toward the end he recited, ”Mo han si ge er, pin te huo ji en, jin qie hu si, ge shan ni ke …”

Hong Qigong was baffled, ”What are you saying?”

Guo Jing answered, ”Big Brother Zhou told me to memorize those sentences.”

Hong Qigong creased his brows, ”What do they mean?” he asked.

”I don't know,” Guo Jing replied, ”Big Brother Zhou himself did not understand.”

”Carry on, then,” Hong Qigong said.

Guo Jing continued, ”Bie er fa si, ge luo wu li …” until he came to the end; reciting all kinds of these tongue-twisting sentences.

”Hmm,” Hong Qigong said, ”Turned out the Manual also contains some incantations to catch the ghosts.” He wanted to add, ”Crafty priest, cheating people with cheap tricks,” but remembering the Manual contained an extensive profound mystery, this mumbo-jumbo must have had a deep meaning; he simply did not understand it for the time being. Hence, the words were about to leave his lips, but he swallowed them back.

After half a day Hong Qigong shook his head, ”Jing'er,” he said, ”There are many marvelous martial arts in the Manual, but none of them can be mastered in one whole day and night.”

Guo Jing was disappointed. Hong Qigong continued, ”Quickly go and build a raft from those twenty lumbers, then go away as far as you can. Rong'er and I will stay here and devise a plan to deal with the Old Poison.”

”No,” Guo Jing hastily said, ”How can I leave you, Senior?”

Hong Qigong sighed, ”The Western Poison is scared of the Old Heretic Huang, he won't harm Rong'er. In any case The Old Beggar is invalid. You quickly go!”

Guo Jing burst out in grieve and indignation; he raised his hand and struck the tree trunk with his palm.