Chapter - 397 Master Yideng (7) (1/2)

At last the 'dai mai' [band/belt arteries/channels] group were opened successfully. The blood was flowing unobstructed through all the seven groups of passageways contained in the manual. 'Dai mai' was the passageway looped around the waist like a belt. Presently Reverend Yideng was behind Huang Rong's back, walking backward with his finger pointed backward slowly hitting her 'zhang men' [section gate] acupoint.

The 'dai mai' consisted of eight acupoints. Yideng stretched out his hand slowly, as if with great difficulty; his mouth gasping for breath, his body swaying, like he could not even support his own weight.

Guo Jing was shocked; he saw beads of perspirations trickling down Yideng's forehead, sweat dripping down like rain from the tip of his long eyebrows. Guo Jing wanted to step forward and help, but he was afraid he might mess things up. He turned to look at Huang Rong's condition and saw her clothes were soaked with sweat. She was knitting her brows and biting her lips; like she was trying to resist unbearable pain with all her might.

Suddenly Guo Jing heard a 'shua' sound, the bamboo curtain behind him was opened and somebody shouted loudly, ”Shifu!” and somebody barged in through the door.

Almost without thinking Guo Jing launched the 'divine dragon swings its tail'; his right palm swung backward and with a slapping sound it hit that person's shoulder. Guo Jing turned around to see somebody was staggering two steps backward; it was the fisherman.

Because his iron boat and iron oars were stolen he was unable to go upstream the creek to the mountain peak; he had to take a long walk more than 20 'li's around the back of the mountain. Upon arriving he heard his Shifu has already started treating that young miss' injury; he was very anxious and rushed toward the room with the intention of imploring his master not to do that. Unexpectedly he was pushed back by Guo Jing's attack. He stood back up to try again. In the meantime the woodcutter, the farmer, and the scholar three people had also arrived outside the door.

”It's over; what else can we stop?” the scholar angrily said.

Guo Jing turned around to see Reverend Yideng sit cross-legged on the meditation mat, his face deathly pale, his monk robe completely soaked in sweats. Huang Rong was lying down on the floor, unmoving; it was not clear whether she was dead or alive. Guo Jing was very shocked; he rushed forward to prop her up. First thing he noticed was a fishy stench coming out of her nose. He looked at her face and found it was bloodless bluish pale, but the faint black shadow on her face had actually gone. He held out his hand to feel her breathing and was greatly relieved to find a steady albeit weak breathing.

The fisherman, the woodcutter, the farmer and the scholar were sitting around their master in silence, with apprehensive looks on their faces. Guo Jing kept his eyes on Huang Rong. He saw her face gradually turn pink, he was ecstatic; who would have thought that the pink turned to red and very soon her cheeks were fiery hot. A short moment later beads of perspiration started to form on her forehead while her countenance was gradually turning back to white. This cycle happened three times, every time she was sweating profusely.

”Mmm,” Huang Rong moaned softly then she opened her eyes. ”Jing Gege, where is the stove, uh, the ice?” she asked.

Hearing her voice Guo Jing's delight was unspeakable, with a trembling voice he said, ”What stove? What ice?”

Huang Rong looked around, shook her head and smiled, ”Ah, I was having a nightmare,” she said, ”I saw Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Ke and Qiu Qianren. They put me inside the stove to be roasted; and when I was hot, they put ice to cool me down. Once I cool down they put me back into the stove. (Sigh), it was really scary. Uh, how is Uncle?”

Yideng slowly opened up his eyes and smiled, ”Your injury is healed, all you need is a day or two of total rest – you can't move unnecessarily; and you will be all right.”