Capítulo 3382: Chapter 3374: Master’s Impressive Kung Fu
“Huh?”
This news left the three of them dumbfounded.
“Zhang Daoling seems to be a figure from over a thousand years ago, and you’ve actually t him?” Gao Zongyuan said:
“The museum doesn’t seem to have this kind of thing, right?”
“We didn’t have the chance to make it to the museum in the first place.” Lin Yi replied:
“When we discovered him, his body was still intact, but it decomposed shortly after.”
The three of them grimaced, “Does your job involve tomb raiding or sothing? The others are Captain Mokim, and you’re just a little Captain Mokim.”
“Not that outrageous. In any case, there are quite a lot of interesting things, but it taught one principle: don’t make rash assertions about things you’re not absolutely sure of.”
“My mom used to say sothing similar.” Liang Ruoxu chid in:
“Sotis, keeping silent is the best way to speak, letting us always maintain the upper hand.”
“I wouldn’t believe it if Old Lin said this, but if Aunt Shen said it, I’d totally believe it.”
The reputation of Shen Shuyi in the circle is undeniable.
Even if Qin Han and his group are wild, they’d stand like little schoolboys in front of Shen Shuyi.
Even if their dads ca along, they’d speak politely.
“Alright, just treat these things as gossip and don’t spill them out. They’re all top secret.”
“What the heck, this counts as top secret?” Qin Han exclaid:
“Does having als with you every day also make us top secret figures?”
“You could say that.”
“No way.” Gao Zongyuan was clearly skeptical, “If that’s true, how extre do you have to be in keeping secrets?”
“Just by searching my na online, soone would start monitoring you, and after three tis, soone would co to get you for tea.” Lin Yi laughed and said:
“Try it if you don’t believe .”
“No, if sothing really happens, you’d have to bail out. I don’t want to cause you trouble.”
“Alright, let’s enjoy the view. It’s been a long ti since I ca out.”
Lin Yi, holding the child, wandered inside the temple.
Having stayed at the Shangqing Palace, he knew a thing or two about Daoist matters and volunteered to be their guide.
Just then, a disciple dressed in a Daoist robe jogged up to Lin Yi.
“Layman, our abbot would like to invite you to co over.”
“Your abbot is looking for ?”
“My junior told the master that you co from the Shangqing Palace on Longhu Mountain. The master was inford of this and would like to chat with you.”
“Alright.”
Lin Yi, who believes in being respectful if respected, decided to go since they were so polite in their invitation, as it would be impolite otherwise.
“You guys continue wandering here, I’ll go in for a bit.”
“Sure.”
Under the guidance of the Little Daoist, Lin Yi reached the rear chambers.
Pushing the door open, a faint fragrance greeted him.
On a small black square table was a pot of freshly brewed tea, evidently waiting for Lin Yi to arrive.
anwhile, an elder with graying beard appeared in front of Lin Yi.
“I am the 12th abbot of Wuling Temple, Dao na Qingming.”
“My na is Lin Yi, Dao na Xuankong. I have long admired the master’s na, and eting you today, you indeed live up to your reputation.”
Upon eting, Lin Yi displayed his talent for speaking flattery with open eyes.
Qingming laughed heartily and gestured for Lin Yi to approach the table.
“What would the master like to discuss?” Lin Yi spoke honestly:
“I have no research in Daoist skills, just a drifter. If you’re looking to discuss professional matters, you might be disappointed.”
“The so-called Daoist skills, are the skills of the human heart. Man’s skills are the skills of the Dao.”
Lin Yi scratched his head, feeling a sense of being intellectually outmatched.
“Master, if you keep talking about such profound topics, we won’t be able to have fun.”
Qingming chuckled and poured a cup of tea for Lin Yi.
“Layman, please taste this. It’s our homade Sunflower Tea.”
Lin Yi took a cup and sipped.
“The taste is truly good.”
After making this remark, Lin Yi remained silent, waiting for Qingming to continue.
He was also curious about why he had been called over.
If it were just to give him a free entry based on being colleagues, that would be quite a privilege without needing a private chat.
“I heard just now that you have seen Grandmaster Zhang. Is there so truth to this?”
Hearing this, Lin Yi’s expression imdiately turned cautious.
It’s in his nature to be aware of his surroundings.
Thus, when arriving at Wuling Temple, he instinctively surveyed the area.
Besides a few tourists, there were only two disciples cleaning the courtyard.
At that ti, they were over twenty ters away from him.
His voice was not loud, so it was impossible for them to hear.
How this information reached his ears remained a mystery.
“Does the master truly wish to know?”
Qingming nodded with a smile.
“Please pour another cup of tea, master, so that I can speak at length.”
Lin Yi flicked his fingers lightly, and the teacup slid towards Qingming.
Qingming maintained a calm expression, picked up the teapot and poured.
As the stream of tea descended, the cup landed exactly in position.
Due to inertia, the cup continued to glide, but Qingming’s hand followed along, not spilling a drop.
When the cup finally stopped, it was full of tea.
“Layman, please have so tea.”
Qingming pushed the cup over,
“Master, your skill is impressive.”
“The layman’s not bad either, just overly aggressive, which is not a good thing.”
“I’ve ended too many lives over the years, leaving behind a bunch of issues.”
“So the layman works in a special departnt and ca into contact with Grandmaster Zhang’s remains, right?”
“Yes.” Lin Yi admitted:
“He’s no longer visible. At the very mont we got to it, the body was already decomposing.”
“What a pity indeed.”
“May I ask the master a question?”
“Layman, please go ahead.”
“Where did you learn your Kung Fu from, master?”
“Self-taught.”
“Self-taught?!”
“I’ve lived here for over sixty years, naturally gaining so insight.”
Lin Yi was astounded in his heart; first it was Zhang Long, and now Master Qingming before him.
These people, through their own understanding, have grasped techniques for exerting dantian power and reached a high level.
“Did the master comprehend these techniques through various Daoist texts?”
Master Qingming nodded with a smile, acknowledging the response.
“Various indications show that Zhang Daoling’s Kung Fu wasn’t inferior, reaching an extrely high level. The techniques the master practices might have been passed down by him.”
“Indeed, they were passed down by the Grandmaster.”
“Master, what do you an by that?”
“I’ve always thought these techniques have surpassed normal combat thods, things even science can’t explain. I once considered that perhaps soone, in a certain era, altered the texts’ contents, never expecting them to be left by the Grandmaster.
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