Several Martial Monks had been injured, and Ji Youran had kindly helped treat them, leaving so dicinal supplies.
The Supervising Abbot thanked him profusely. Ji Youran simply said it was nothing to worry about. Monastics are defined by their compassion. Although he wasn’t a monk himself, as a doctor, he too possessed a Bodhisattva’s heart.
The Supervising Abbot expressed his gratitude once more, saying he would personally cook a vegetarian al for the Ji Family that evening to show his appreciation, and then prepared to leave.
However, after taking just two steps, he found he couldn’t move. Turning his head, he saw that the young Princess was tugging at his Kasaya, her small head tilted up, her large, dark eyes looking at him expectantly.
"Amitabha! Young Benefactor, do you need sothing?"
Xiaosuisui looked at the Supervising Abbot and called out in a clear, sweet voice, "Supervising Master!"
Oh dear!
This gave the Supervising Abbot’s little heart quite a jolt.
"Amitabha! Young Benefactor, this humble monk’s Dharma na is Wangkong. You may call Wangkong!"
"Master Wangkong, the staff technique those monk masters were practicing earlier, can you teach it to ?"
Hearing this, Master Wangkong was first taken aback, then he looked towards the Ji Family.
Huo Xing’Er was the first to grow wary. "Suisui, you mustn’t! That’s a Buddhist cultivation technique; you cannot learn it!"
Xiaosuisui blinked, turned her head towards Huo Xing’Er, and asked, "Well, what would happen if I did learn it?"
Master Wangkong chanted "Amitabha" again. "Our Buddhist cultivation techniques are vast and profound. Without ticulous guidance from a master, conditioning one’s body from childhood to achieve copper skin and iron bones, and imrsion in the Buddhist Dharma, they are not easily mastered!"
Once Master Wangkong said this, the other mbers of the Ji Family relaxed.
However, Zhu Xiuxiu and Huo Xing’Er both glanced at Master Wangkong, thinking simultaneously: No, that’s because you haven’t t Xiaosuisui, this little prodigy of ours!
Sure enough, just as this thought crossed their minds, they heard Xiaosuisui imdiately counter Master Wangkong, "You’re fibbing! I haven’t trained any copper skin and iron bones in your Buddhist tradition, but didn’t I still learn your techniques just now?"
Her words made everyone in the Ji Family gasp in astonishnt.
Master Wangkong, however, burst out laughing.
"HAHAHA! Young Benefactor, you are truly adorable. How old might you be? The Eighteen Arhat Formation demonstrated by the Martial Monks just now requires the coordination of eighteen of them to execute. What they perford was rely thirty to forty percent of the complete form. How could you possibly have learned it?"
Xiaosuisui was very unhappy that Master Wangkong didn’t believe she was telling the truth!
She pouted her little mouth and grumbled, "I really did learn it!"
Seeing her displeasure, the way she pouted her lips, Wangkong suddenly felt as if he were bullying a child. So, he said,
"Young Benefactor, please don’t be upset. How about this: there’s a staff over there. Why don’t you take it and perform a few moves? Let see."
Hearing this, Xiaosuisui’s eyes lit up. She imdiately brightened, her little face wreathed in smiles as she chirped, "Okay!"
Seeing the smile on her face, the tension Wangkong had felt inexplicably eased, and a smile unconsciously touched his own lips.
Suddenly aware of this change in himself, the smile on Master Wangkong’s face froze.
However, before he could ponder it further, he saw the little child pick up the staff from the corner and begin to move.
Chop, Lift, Press, Hamr, Flourish... she perford each movent with effortless ease.
That wasn’t the most astonishing part. What truly stunned him was that, by observing the individual moves perford by each of the eighteen Martial Monks, she had managed to reconstruct the complete staff technique!
No! How could this be possible?
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