Chapter - 499 A Gentleman is Gullible Because of His Righteous Conduct (8) (1/2)
”I will!” Zhang Wuji replied. Noticing a great concern on Zhao Min's face, he gave her a faint smile as if he was saying, ”Don't worry!”
As Zhang Wuji walked out the shed and looked up, he saw the bright moon and sparse stars in the sky. He took a deep breath and felt that his 'zhen qi' [real/genuine 'chi'] was flowing freely around his body. His spirit rose as he walked toward the Temple gate.
”I [orig. zai4xia4 – 'under'] have something I'd like to discuss with Emei Pai Zhang Men [sect leader]; would you please show me the way?” he said to the monk in charge of the reception of the visitors.
The monk on duty knew he was the Ming Cult Jiaozhu. ”Yes! Yes!” he said, full of respect, ”Xiao Seng [humble monk – referring to self] will show the way. Zhang Jiaozhu, this way, please.”
Leading Zhang Wuji to the west, they walked for approximately a 'li' [0.5km] before he pointed toward several little huts some distance away.
The monk said, ”Emei Pai stays over there. Monks and nuns are not supposed to mingle. Xiao Seng feels uncomfortable to get too close this late at night.” Actually, he was afraid Zhang Wuji might fight with Zhou Zhiruo again. If two masters of the present age involved in a battle, he might get unlucky and would be hurt as an innocent bystander.
With a smile Zhang Wuji said, ”If you returned and mentioned this matter, you would unavoidably alarm the others. I'd better seal your acupoint. What do you say?”
The monk hastily said, ”Xiao Seng will not dare to open my mouth. Jiaozhu, don't worry.” Hurriedly he turned around and left
Zhang Wuji strolled leisurely toward the huts. He stopped about a dozen of 'zhang's away from the huts. Two nuns immediately flew in. Holding their swords horizontally across their bodies they shouted, ”Who's there?”
Zhang Wuji cupped his fists and said, ”Ming Cult's Zhang Wuji wishes to have an audience with your precious Sect's Sect Leader, Mrs. Song.”
The two nuns were very apprehensive; the more senior of the two haltingly said, ”Zhang … Zhang Jiaozhu, please wait here, I … I have to report it first.” Although she tried to act calm, her voice trembled. She turned around and started to walk. But only several steps later she took out a bamboo whistle and blew it.
Emei Pai was very happy and proud that day. Their Sect Leader had defeated three of the great masters of the present age in front of the world heroes. She had scared the several thousand fierce warriors so that none dared to challenge her. That was indeed an unprecedented grand occasion in the history of their Sect. However, the Emei Pai had killed two Elders of the Beggar Clan, defeated two heroes of Wudang, and injured the Cult Leader of the Ming Cult. The number of people they had offended today was truly not a few. In addition, with Zhou Zhiruo winning the 'Number One Martial Artist in the World' title, there would be many heroes who were angry or envious. Thus, that night they set up tight sentries and patrols around their camp to guard against any threat from the outside.
As the nun blew the whistle, more than twenty people rushed in immediately from all directions. Their blades flickered under the moonlight. Zhang Wuji ignored their presence. He stood still with his hands behind his back.
The nun disappeared into a small hut. She reappeared a moment later and said, ”Our humble Sect's Zhang Men Ren says: Men and women are not supposed to mingle, especially this late at night. Zhang Jiaozhu, please return.”
”I have a rather acceptable medical skill,” Zhang Wuji said, ”I only wish to treat Song Qingshu Shaoxia's [young hero] injury; nothing more.”
The nun was startled. She went back into the hut to convey the message. After a long time, she returned and said, ”Zhang Men Ren invites you to come in.”