Chapter - 400 Master Yideng (10) (1/2)

The scholar saw their sincere faces; they did not seem to be pretending. He looked at the woodcutter and the woodcutter nodded. The scholar said, ”Miss had suffered a very serious internal injury. It was necessary for Shifu to use both 'yi yang zhi' [Solitary Yang Finger] and 'xian tian gong' [inborn/innate strength/energy] to open up the eight main arteries' acupoints and cure the injury. Ever since the death of the Quanzhen Sect's founder Chongyang Zhenren [lit. true/real man, a respectful term to address a Taoist priest], only my Shifu knows the 'yi yang zhi' and 'xian tian gong', these two marvelous skills. But by treating injury in this manner, his own body will suffer a serious injury; he will lose all his martial arts for the next five years.”

”Ah!” Huang Rong exclaimed, she felt more ashamed.

The scholar continued, ”Hereafter for the next five years he will have to diligently and painstakingly re-cultivate his energy every day and night. If he makes the slightest mistake, not only his martial art will not recover, but he will at the least be paralyzed, at the most lose his life. My Shifu has shown such kindness to you; how could you be so heartless and repaid kindness with enmity?”

Huang Rong wriggled down and knelt on the ground, facing the house where Reverend Yideng was she kowtowed four times and sobbed, ”Uncle has graciously saved my life; I didn't know your sacrifice was this deep.”

The fisherman, the woodcutter, the farmer and the scholar saw her bowing down, their faces turned slightly softer. The fisherman asked, ”Your father sent you over to harm our Shifu; and you really did not know it?”

Huang Rong was indignant, ”How could my father send me to harm Uncle? My father, the Master of the Peach Blossom Island, is what kind of person? How could he commit such a despicable act?”

The fisherman cupped his fists and said, ”If Miss was not sent by your father, then please forgive my offending words.”

”Humph,” Huang Rong snorted, ”If my father heard you, even though you are Reverend Yideng's outstanding disciple, he would still make you eat a little bit of suffering.”

The fisherman smiled and said, ”He is known as the Eastern Heretic, his action … his action … hey, hey … We thought what the Western Poison is able to do, your father can also do. Now it looks like we have thought erroneously.”

Huang Rong said, ”How can you compare my father with the Western Poison? What has that old thief Ouyang Feng done anyway?”

The scholar said, ”All right, now everything is clear; let's go back to the house and talk some more.”

Immediately six people returned to the meditation room and sat down. The fisherman, the woodcutter, the farmer and the scholar sat in such a way that they blocked the doors and windows. Huang Rong knew they were guarding against them escaping; she smiled slightly but did not expose her awareness.

”Do you know anything about the Nine Yin Manual?” the scholar asked.

”We do,” Huang Rong replied, ”But what does this Nine Yin Manual have to do with this matter? Ay, this book is really dangerous.” She could not help but recall how her mother had died due to over-exertion in re-writing the manual from memory.