Chapter - 449 Will the Encounter While Lion-slaying Cause a Calamity? (5) (1/2)
The rest of the monks were shouting and screaming. One monk used both of his hands to attack Zhang Wuji's 'tai yang xue' [sun acupoint]. Another monk used the 'shuang long qiang zhu' [a pair of dragons fought over the pearl], stretching out his fingers to dig into Zhang Wuji's eyeballs. Yet another monk flew up and kicked Zhang Wuji's 'dan tian' [pubic area].
Zhang Wuji lowered his head to evade the attack to his eyes, letting the attacker's two fingers to hit his forehead. A series of 'Bang! Bang!', 'Aiyo!', 'Crack! Crack!' was heard; all three monks were shaken to their death one after another. The third monk's flying kick was so powerful that his right leg was broken on the spot. As Zhang Wuji's 'dan tian' received the kick, the 'zhen qi' in his body was aroused; unexpectedly the arteries and veins on the right half of his body were open. He mused, ”It's a pity this wicked monk died too early. If he had kicked my dan tian several times, he might have helped me restoring my internal energy sooner. Apparently, although my injury is heavy, the recovery is not as difficult as I thought. I think I will need about ten days to half a month of recuperation to recover 100%.”
Out of eight monks, five had died miserably. The remaining three wicked monks were frightened out of their wits; they raced against each other to get out of the room, and went straight out of the temple gate. After they were sure that Zhang Wuji did not run after them, they stopped and discussed among themselves. One monk said, ”This kid must have used some witchcraft.” The other monk said, ”I think it was not witchcraft; this kid's internal energy is very strong, he could rebound the strike to injure the enemy.” The third monk said, ”That's right. In any case we must avenge our brothers' death.”
The three of them talked for half a day. One monk suddenly said, ”This kid must be suffering a heavy injury. Otherwise, why didn't he run after us?”
”That's right!” the other monk happily said, ”Most likely he can't walk. When our five brothers hit him by fist and kick, he fought them by inciting his internal strength. If we use blades to chop him or pierce him, I don't think he has copper muscles or iron bones to resist us.”
As the three monks made a decision, one of them got a lance, the other unsheathed his saber, and the third wielded a sword; together the returned to the courtyard. They noticed that the eastern room was extremely quiet, as if it was unoccupied. They peeked over the broken window lattice, and saw that young man was still sitting cross-legged on the bed; his face looked weary, his body was shaky, as if he would fall down any minute. The young girl was wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. The three monks looked at each other; they did not dare to rush in.
One of the monks called out, ”Stinky kid, if you have some skills, get out and fight your master for three hundred stances.”
Another monk cursed, ”What skill does this kid have? All he has is some witchcraft to harm others. That is such a cheap trick, despicable to the lowest end, totally without any sense of shame.”
The three monks saw that Zhang Wuji did not reply and he did not get down from the bed either, so they became bolder and bolder, their cursing and swearing were getting dirtier and dirtier. In term of dirty talk, perhaps among the disciples of Buddhism there was nobody who could surpass these three monks.
Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min were not angry at all. They were more afraid of these three monks leave and not return, rather than being annoyed by their coming back to seek revenge. That place was not too far from the Shaolin Temple of the Song Shan [Mount Song in Henan]. If those three monks went to inform Cheng Kun, they would face an even graver problem. It would be almost impossible for Zhang Wuji to treat his injury in less than ten days. Within that period, it would not take as much as Cheng Kun to personally come, one or two martial experts of Chen Youliang's caliber would be difficult for him to resist. Thus, Zhang Wuji was secretly delighted to see these three monks return.
After receiving the five monks' attacks, the Jiu Yang Zhen Qi inside Zhang Wuji's body had been somewhat more controllable, so although he still could not use it to attack the enemy, his heart was not as frightened as it was before.