Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 212 Jie Kong: I'm not convinced, *slap*!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the secluded courtyard, and Zhang Zhiwei and Zen Master Huijing, who were standing to the side, both stared wide-eyed.

They both stared in astonishment at the two figures caught in the surge of energy, somewhat taken aback by this outcome.

Lu Qian, a young Taoist, slapped Jie Kong, a young monk.

Although Jie Kong struggled to achieve this result, half of the slap still landed on Jie Kong's face.

Is this a sign that Taoism is going to take action against Buddhism, and using such a direct and blatant method?

And it happened to cover the upper half of her face.

Even though Lü Qian released his force in time, the four bright red finger marks were still clearly visible.

Realizing he had messed up, Lü Qian lost all interest in playing around and just wanted to end this farce as soon as possible.

He withdrew his right palm, and the surging waves followed suit, gathering strength. In an instant, he switched between left and right, and his left hand slammed out.

The accumulated power was unleashed again with a sudden burst from the left arm, pushing Jie Kong, who was still somewhat dazed in mid-air, away.

"Bang!"

The force was surging and the waves were powerful, but they were restrained by Lü Qian's arms and turned into a gentle stream of water, which carried Jie Kong to the side of Zen Master Huijing.

"I, you, this..."

Jie Kong was still a bit dazed. He stood there with his hands outstretched, staring at Lü Qian's direction, stammering but not knowing what to say.

On his bald forehead, marked with the scars of ordination, four bright red finger marks stood out starkly against his ashen face.

Zen Master Huijing looked at his stunned nephew, closed his eyes in pity, indicating that he could not bear to watch.

But a slit appeared in his slightly trembling eyelids, through which a gleam of joy shone.

He extended a large, greasy hand and waved it in front of Jie Kong's eyes. "Junior Nephew Jie Kong, have you come to your senses?"

"Um?"

The flickering light and shadow from the hand brought the bewildered young monk, Jie Kong, back to his senses. He first turned his head to look at Zen Master Huijing, following the movement of the arm.

Then, as if remembering something, she covered the conspicuous finger mark on her forehead and rushed to Lü Qian in a flustered manner.

"It's not Brother Lü's fault. I couldn't dodge in time and bumped into your palm."

"It wasn't Senior Brother Lü who intentionally caused it."

The young monk's flustered words dispelled the somewhat shocked and tense atmosphere in the room, and also allowed a cheerful air to waft through the courtyard.

"Hahaha......"

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Huijing bent over and laughed, completely disregarding the decorum expected of an elder.

"Nephew Jiekong, of course they didn't do it on purpose."

"If this young friend Lü were to get serious, how could you possibly only have half a slap on your face?"

As he spoke, this unkempt Buddhist elder eagerly extended his filthy palm and gestured twice towards the handprint on Jie Kong's head.

"Look at the bright red finger marks on your face, junior disciple. If your master saw this, he would definitely laugh at you."

"Hahaha......"

As the object of the joke, the young monk Jiekong's face turned bright red, his blood rushing to his head, and his rosy complexion even showed through the dust on his face.

Against the backdrop of his blushing face, the bright red finger mark on his forehead was made less noticeable.

"Uncle-Master Huijing!"

"Haha, okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore, I won't laugh anymore..."

The middle-aged monk quickly covered his mouth and turned away from Jie Kong, but his body still trembled uncontrollably, and chaotic gasps followed.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zen Master Huijing's smile was probably still going strong, but it was likely about to end.

After a moment, he seemed to remember his status as an elder and coughed twice to clear his voice.

"Ahem, Nephew Jiekong, do you now realize that there are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people?"

The untidy, unrefined monk straightened his expression and asked with the authority befitting an elder.

"Has your move, young friend Lü, finally subdued your arrogant heart?"

"This disciple understands."

Faced with such a gaze, Jie Kong lowered his head in shame. "In the past, I was arrogant and unrestrained, looking down on everyone. Now I have witnessed a true genius in this world."

At this point, he looked solemnly at Lü Qian, his gaze showing neither jealousy nor envy. Although there was some ripple in his eyes, it remained generally calm.

The young monk, who seemed to have shed his arrogance, sincerely thanked Lü Qian.

"Thank you for your brilliant help today, Senior Brother Lü."

Lu Qian waved his hand, trying his best to make eye contact with Jie Kong, so as not to notice the conspicuous finger mark on the other's forehead.

"It's alright. To be honest, it was just a slip of the hand. My control over the force is not yet very refined."

"It seems that I still have a long way to go."

He nodded to the two Buddhist monks, his tone slightly humble, and his whole demeanor became more approachable and gentle.

Upon hearing Lü Qian's "self-deprecating" words, Zhang Zhiwei's expression became somewhat strange.

For some reason, he always felt that this person looked too much like himself.

Moreover, you've already hit and slapped the other person, and now you're only being humble? Isn't that a bit too malicious?

Having just slapped someone in the face, now they want to destroy their spirit as well.

Huh, I never expected Fellow Daoist Lü to be such a ruthless person.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei involuntarily took a slight step back and shrank his head back.

Lu Qian was puzzled by Zhang Zhiwei's reaction, assuming that the other party had encountered some kind of flying insect.

He shook his head and asked the two Buddhist figures opposite him, "I wonder if my abilities have caught your eye, and if I am able to participate in this matter?"

Although Master Huijing seems unconventional, his spiritual cultivation appears to be quite strong.

Moreover, judging from the behavior and attitude of these two Buddhist disciples, they have probably been in this county town for quite some time.

If there is something truly serious and far-reaching, it's best to be cautious.

After all, in chaotic times, we are all Chinese, and these resourceful individuals should naturally do their part to help.

No matter how much the Taoist and Buddhist sects fight, it's just a private family matter. When the country is in crisis, there's no room for excessive fuss.

Zen Master Huijing glanced at the young monk Jiekong and noticed that he was looking in Zhang Zhiwei's direction, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

At that moment, the uncle realized that his nephew had not completely let go of his arrogance.

He was only subdued by Lü Qian alone. Although there was something new in his eyes, it was only Lü Qian's figure.

Although I've learned to look down and see where I'm going, my perspective isn't broad enough.

Thinking of this, Zen Master Huijing shook his head. In the end, it was the child's own choice.

Not satisfied with being beaten by one person, he also wanted to experience the skills of another outstanding Taoist master.

However, there's a concern that if Zhang Zhiwei were to return to the field, the punishment he inflicts on Xie Kong might be too severe, potentially crushing Xie Kong's spirits completely.

If a person has no spirit, then he is no different from a dried salted fish.

However, Zen Master Huijing did not intend to let this opportunity pass. If the fire of pride in Jiekong's heart could not be extinguished in one go, it would eventually reignite.

In the end, all the lessons and experiences we've learned today will have been for nothing.

He asked in a deep voice, "Nephew Jiekong, do you have anything to say?"

Having gotten a chance to speak, Jie Kong stepped forward again. He looked at Zhang Zhiwei, and although there was no arrogance in his eyes, he still used the same words as before.

"have."

"Uncle-Master, what we are about to do may be extremely dangerous. I am still a little worried about the other fellow Daoist's methods."

"Brother Zhang Zhiwei, may I have a chance to try it?"

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Chapter Two!

Jie Kong: Could I possibly take another hit? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

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