nycdaug Chapter 198: Bailin Temple's Foreign Mission
Chapter 198: Bailin Temple's Foreign Mission
Huiyuan lay quietly under the dim candlelight, his face as pale as paper. He remained unconscious due to massive blood loss.
His hands had been carefully bandaged, and the unique medicinal fragrance of the Black Jade Ointment slowly diffused in the air.
It was the most precious healing medicine in Bailin Temple, and it was now silently nourishing his damaged tendons, bones, muscles and skin.
Time seemed to freeze beside him, until the first ray of sunlight of the next day penetrated the window and gently brushed his cheek, bringing a touch of warmth and vitality.
At this time, he slowly opened his heavy eyelids, with a little confusion in his eyes.
Beside the bed, the abbot stood quietly, his eyes, which had seen through many vicissitudes of life, full of love and care.
Seeing Huiyuan waking up, the abbot sighed softly.
"Huiyuan, you're awake."
When Huiyuan saw the abbot, he seemed very anxious. The first thing he asked was, "Did Hui Neng win the rock-climbing competition?"
It seemed that the abbot had already guessed that Huiyuan would ask this question after waking up, so he answered it clearly and concisely.
"In yesterday's battle, both you and Hui Neng showed extraordinary perseverance and skills. It was ultimately judged a draw. I recognize the efforts of both of you."
When Huiyuan heard this, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He tried hard to recall the thrilling contest with Huineng.
As he recalled, he clearly did not finish the work in the end, but Huineng had already stopped early, sat cross-legged on the ground, regulating his breathing and resting his mind. His calmness made him feel frustrated.
But at this moment, the abbot's words were like a breeze blowing across the lake. Although light, it could not calm the waves in his heart.
"This...how is this possible?
I remember that I should have lost. "
Huiyuan struggled to sit up, but fell down again due to exhaustion. However, his eyes were full of confusion, "I clearly remember..."
After he finished speaking, an inexplicable force drove him to struggle to get up. Regardless of his physical weakness, he staggered towards the room where he and Huineng had fought.
Every step was accompanied by severe pain, but he seemed unaware of it. He had only one thought in his mind - to witness the unfinished battle with his own eyes.
Pushing open the door, the breath of yesterday hits you in the face, and two huge stone balls come into view. They are like two silent people, quietly telling the story that happened here yesterday.
Huiyuan approached the stone ball he had hammered. The mottled bloodstains and unfinished traces were like a brand that deeply hurt his heart.
He reached out and stroked it gently, feeling the heavy regret.
Then he slowly turned around and his eyes fell on another stone ball.
The round and smooth surface glows with a soft luster in the sun, as if it were a perfect masterpiece by a master sculptor.
However, when he went around to the other side of the stone ball, a shocking defect came into view. It was a deep crack that almost ran through the entire back of the stone ball, giving the stone ball a kind of incomplete beauty.
Huiyuan burst into tears, as if he suddenly understood something.
He knelt on his knees, stroked the gap in the stone ball with his hands, and tears silently flowed down his face.
At this moment, he was no longer the competitive number one monk in Bailin Temple, but a soul that was deeply touched.
He understood that what Huineng left behind was not just a draw, but also a spirit that transcends victory or defeat.
On the road to pursuing the ultimate in martial arts, your real opponent is always yourself, and every failure and setback is the only way to a higher level.
At this moment, the abbot's voice sounded behind him, with a bit of compassion: "Amitabha,
Huineng and his companions have gone to Tokyo, seeking a wider world.
Before leaving, Huineng left a message for you, which reads as follows:
Brother Huiyuan, I hope you can take this opportunity to concentrate on your cultivation. When we meet again one day, we can compete again. See you later!"
Half a day later, the waterfall on the back mountain was still rushing down. Huiyuan and Huineng had once fought here.
Huiyuan raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination and hope.
At this moment, a Boeing 747 passenger plane roared past Huiyuan's head...
Tokyo's Narita International Airport is busy and orderly, with a constant flow of people, frequent flights taking off and landing, and languages from various countries interweaving into a unique melody.
The security and check-in processes run efficiently. In the waiting hall, passengers are either resting or busy preparing for their trips, fully demonstrating the vitality and efficient operation of this international aviation hub.
The airport broadcast sounded: "Dear passengers, welcome to Tokyo Narita International Airport in Japan.
First of all, we sincerely wish you a pleasant journey.
The current time is 20:10 Tokyo time. For your convenience, we are here to share the following information..."
At this moment, five people dressed in distinctive costumes are standing at the passenger exit, waiting with anticipation for their relatives and friends to come and greet them.
Among them, a pair of eye-catching father and son, one big and one small, were dressed casually.
The two have similar facial features, the adult is bald, and the child is sitting on his shoulders playfully, calling out, "Dad, what does grandma look like?
Can you take me to see grandma?"
The adult smiled and responded: "I will take you there tomorrow morning, okay?"
This father and son are Luo Hao and Rocky.
Next to them stood a young monk who was about a teenager. Despite his young age, he had an extraordinary bearing.
He was dressed in a cassock, and his every move and gesture exuded the calmness and majesty of a temple abbot.
He is the eminent Buddhist monk who was sent to Japan from Bailin Temple - Master Huijing.
At the age of thirteen, he was entrusted with the important task of serving as the abbot of the Tokyo branch of Bailin Temple, and was personally appointed by Liu Haiwang, the abbot of Bailin Temple in China.
"Amitabha!"
Master Huijing turned to the person beside him and bowed, "Uncle Master Liehaiwang, the people from the Tokyo Chinese Chamber of Commerce seem to be delayed. We have been waiting for nearly half an hour."
Lie Haiwang, the number one master of Bailin Temple, is dressed in a plain Tang suit with black martial arts pants. He has an upright and resolute face, an ancient pigtail on top of his head, and a rosary in his hand, looking otherworldly.
Hearing this, he comforted Hui Jing and said, "Don't worry, nephew!
Tokyo is crowded with people and has heavy traffic, so it is common to be late. We just need to be patient and wait."
Upon hearing this, Hui Jing looked up at King Lie Hai, a smile appeared on her face, and then she asked curiously: "Uncle Master, you see that Junior Brother Huineng shows his head bald, why do you wear this wig with braids?
It does look a little different.”
Upon hearing this, King Lie Hai smiled slightly, bent down and explained to Hui Jing: "My nephew, you don't know, but in my spare time in the temple, I watched a movie called "Lethal Weapon 4".
Among them, the villain boss Gu Huaxing, played by Mr. Jet Li, was dressed in a Tang suit, holding a rosary in his hand, with a pigtail hanging behind his head. The imposing look left a deep impression on me.
I think this image might add a bit of majesty to Japan's territory and deter those villains."
After hearing what King Yeolhae said, Huijing rolled her eyes and said that she didn't know this person at all.
Zhang Siya, who was standing behind them, was so amused by the conversation between the master and nephew that she covered her mouth and laughed. Her clear laughter was particularly pleasant in the hustle and bustle of the airport.
“Grrrr!
Are all the masters of Bailin Temple so witty and humorous?
How come Luo Hao has been with you for three years and still looks so simple and silly?"
At this time, Huijing turned to look at Zhang Siya and retorted: "Him!
That was an example of soaking your brain in cold water when it gets hot. Everyone in the temple knew that Huineng's thinking was different from others!
There is a huge difference between us and him, we cannot be compared!"
After saying this, the three of them smiled at each other, and a relaxed and happy atmosphere filled the air.