Chapter 72: The Skill of Killing People (1/2)

Translator: Storm in a Teacup

A casket?

Staring at his master for a period, Ye Chengzhi suddenly realized something before patting his head and hurrying into the room.

Bian Wen closed his eyes without a word. Not knowing Bian Wen’s intention was, An Rushuang saw Ye Chengzhi running back with a casket as big as his palm.

In the early summer, it was not too hot, even a little cold when there was a breeze, however, he, sweating all over, almost gasped for breath before presenting the casket to Bian Wen. “Master, your casket!”

The light black casket, merely as big as his palm, was made of wood on which carved the Guanyin (the Bodhisattva of compassion and mercy) shedding tears with a benevolent appearance. Though the casket was closed, a puff of light aroma could be detected once getting near to its lid.

It was, obviously, made of sandal wood.

Fixing her eyes on the casket, An Rushuang couldn’t help doubting---What was in it?

Ye Chengzhi dared not to move his eyes from the casket. He had heard about the casket since he was apprenticed to Bian Wen, but his master had never opened it before. He thought there must be gold or silver ingots, or priceless herbal medicines within, since it was such a valuable casket. However, right now Ye Chengzhi was sure he had guessed wrong.

As small as it was, what could the casket contain?

Since it was related to their venerable master, were the things within left by them?

Was it the...?

Ye Chengzhi’s face turned a little pale.

Catching a glimpse of them, Bian Wen took out the key hung at the end of a black robe around his neck before inserting it into the hole located at the hand of Guanyin. With a crisp clang, the bud in Guanyin’s hand bloomed suddenly and the casket was open at the same time.

There were two cloth bags stuffed within. As old and wrinkled as they were, it was hard to discern what was in it, but it was so weird that such poor cloth bags were actually set in this valuable case.

Bian Wen stared at the two identical cloth bags within, his eyes turning more gentle. He took them out before looking up at An Rushuang and saying slowly, “Pick one.”

Stunned a little, An Rushuang couldn’t help frowning at him.

“The choice you mentioned before is this? It’s I instead of the venerable master who should have a choice?”

Bian Wen answered calmly, “It’s both for you and venerable master. Pick one.”

Ye Chengzhi asked curiously, “You haven’t told the lady the difference between them. Which one should she choose in order to be accepted by the venerable master?”

Out of fear for Hong Yu, he sincerely hoped Miss An could be the disciple of Bian Wen.

Bian Wen snorted. “Only God knows what the venerable master will choose.”

He stared at An Rushuang, not hastening her to make a decision.

Gazing at the two cloth bags in his palm, An Rushuang, very nervous just then, had already calmed down. After taking a long breath, she picked one casually with a smile. Given its softness, she guessed there was nothing within.

Though a little disappointed, An Rushuang said with her smiles gradually fading away, “I choose this one.”