Chapter 30: Grandmaster Bodhi, Grant Me a Small Favor! (Please Follow!)

"Enough talk!"

Liang Zhengang was so shameless that Liu Qingmei was instantly enraged, and she immediately retorted without mercy: "Today—either you make way, or... this lady shall carve out a path!"

"As long as this lady lives, the sordid affairs of the Lieyang Sect will be announced to the entire martial arts world before long!"

This is suicide!

Hearing Liu Qingmei's unreserved words spoken in the heat of her fury, Ning Mu felt a sudden surge of anxiety in his heart.

At a time like this, how could she push him so relentlessly?

Isn't this forcing Liang Zhengang to fight with all his might to protect the Lieyang Sect's reputation!

Sigh! Still lacking a bit of control over the human heart!

Ning Mu could not help but sigh inwardly.

Sure enough.

Hearing Liu Qingmei's threat, intense killing intent instantly erupted in Liang Zhengang's eyes.

"Since you put it that way, then I cannot let you live!"

With a cold hum, Liang Zhengang was seen suddenly launching the first attack; he kicked off the ground, raised his hands into fists, and struck out violently.

The fist technique was ferocious, and as the punch was thrown, it instantly formed a visible wave of Qi.

That wave of Qi condensed into a solid form, becoming the size of a water vat, and flew rapidly toward Liu Qingmei.

This was the Lieyang Sect's signature Martial Arts, the Lieyang Fist!

Liu Qingmei did not dare to be the least bit careless; almost the moment Liang Zhengang launched his offensive, she swiftly drew her precious sword and slashed down, forming a sharp sword Qi that struck straight at the approaching fist-shaped wave of Qi.

Boom—

The battles of Grandmaster martial artists were no longer comparable to those of ordinary martial artists.

Their moves were profound, and those near the dueling ground could be caught in the crossfire if they were the least bit careless.

Therefore.

Almost the instant the two began to fight, both sides retreated.

Two horses were even startled and charged out of the formation.

One of them happened to dash into the range of the fight and was injured by the aftermath of Liu Qingmei's sword Qi, letting out a miserable cry.

For a time, the two fought to a standstill.

At times they were entangled in close combat, and at others, after separating, they unleashed various grand techniques of Qi waves.

Ning Mu watched with great enjoyment; being there in person, isn't this much better than watching a movie? It was simply a real-life martial arts film.

But his heart was also gripped with tension, constantly watching Liu Qingmei, terrified that she might suffer any harm.

At this moment, he only hated that his own strength was insufficient to step in and help.

After all, this was a person closely linked to him, the first woman to bind the Sub-system! And just as the two were fighting at their peak.

Suddenly.

An unexpected change occurred.

A gale rose abruptly from the dense forest, blowing up countless fallen leaves; the large trees groaned with a rustling sound, their branches and leaves stripped away, and accompanied by the gale, it swept toward the two people fighting at the edge of the forest.

This gale seemed to have a master.

It formed two cyclones, forcibly separating Liu Qingmei and Liang Zhengang who were locked in combat, wrapping them in cyclones and leaving them unable to move.

It was not until they were separated by several dozen zhang that the cyclones gradually dissipated.

Leaving behind only a ground full of fallen leaves.

And the two people, holding their Wuji, looking dazed and terrified.

And almost at the very moment the cyclones rose.

A kind, elderly female voice, full of Buddhist compassion and pity for the world, drifted out from the dense forest.

"Two benefactors, please stop for a moment; I wonder what grievances you have?"

"Why not grant this poor nun a small favor? I shall attempt to mediate; if mediation fails, how about you resume your fight then?"

The voice arrived before the person appeared.

Everyone's expression changed in shock, including Liu Qingmei and Liang Zhengang, and they all turned their heads to look toward the dense forest.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone craning their necks to look.

Before long.

A nun dressed in a plain robe, her hair styled in a high Buddhist bun, holding a Whisk dharma instrument, with a slender and tall figure, was seen moving with lotus steps as she walked out. She appeared to be walking slowly.

Yet her speed was extremely fast.

Every step she took seemed to land upon the heartbeats of those watching.

The nun's age was impossible to tell; she looked young, yet those deep eyes were filled with vicissitudes, as if they could discern all the ghosts and monsters of the world; her features were bright and clear, she possessed a radiant Buddhist aura, and her skin was white with a rosy tint, not rough at all, but rather delicate and smooth; her neck was slender, and her figure was graceful and charming, full and supple.

Many of the Ye Family women present were not her equal.

Only Liu Qingmei could perhaps rival her in figure and appearance.

"Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to mediate this dispute?"

When the beautiful nun approached, Liang Zhengang, who had already gained the upper hand in the battle, frowned and questioned her in an extremely displeased tone.

"You old bald hag, stop meddling in other people's business and get lost!"

Among Liang Zhengang's Disciples, one person seemed to want to show off and also stood out to curse at the nun.

Facing the verbal abuse, the nun did not show the slightest disgust.

She walked calmly and composedly between Liang Zhengang and Liu Qingmei, smiling slightly, as warm as a spring breeze.

"This poor nun is troubled by karmic obstacles in her cultivation and loves to meddle in others' business the most; I ask that both benefactors please forgive me."

At this moment.

Liu Qingmei's eyes lit up as she suddenly remembered who this nun was.

She immediately stepped forward, cupped her hands, and said respectfully, "So it is the Divine Nun of Ciyun Temple. I heard that you have been traveling far and wide, and I never expected to meet you here. Liu Qingmei pays her respects to you!"

A flash of surprise crossed the eyes of the Divine Nun of Ciyun Temple; she looked at Liu Qingmei and returned the greeting with palms pressed together.

"Blessings to you, benefactor. You recognize this humble nun?"

"Several years ago, this junior accompanied my father, Liu Yutu, to Bolu Ciyun Temple in Baisha to pay respects to the Buddha and draw lots, which is why I have some memory of you. I heard from my father that you had gone out to travel and had not returned for a long time; it has been a great regret that I never had the chance to see you."

Liu Qingmei kept her posture very humble, even performing the rites of a junior.

In truth, the two were of similar age, and the Divine Nun of Ciyun Temple might even be younger.

But in the pugilistic world, strength comes first.

Furthermore, the seniority of the Divine Nun of Ciyun Temple was well-established.

She was the closing-door Disciple of the founder of Bolu Ciyun Temple; only the current abbot of Bolu Ciyun Temple held higher seniority than her.

"So it is the daughter of Lay Buddhist Liu. This humble nun greets you!"

The attitude of the Divine Nun of Ciyun Temple could not help but become much more courteous, and her tone was tinged with a hint of intimacy.

"I had long heard that you were on the verge of breaking through to the Divine Origin Realm and that your travels were for the sake of finding an opportunity for that breakthrough. Meeting you now, surely you must have gained something during your travels and your Cultivation Points have ascended to a higher level?" Liu Qingmei cupped her hands and asked tentatively.

The Divine Nun of Ciyun Temple merely shook her head calmly, then shifted her gaze to look at Ning Mu, who was not far behind Liu Qingmei.

A flicker of earnest expectation flashed in the depths of her eyes.

However, it vanished in an instant.

She then said indifferently, "The Dharma is boundless. Perhaps Heaven has decreed that this humble nun is not fated for the Divine Origin Realm. All things are the Dharma; one must not force them."

Liang Zhengang's expression changed repeatedly after hearing the conversation between the two.

The Divine Nun of Ciyun Temple?

That nun who became a monastic at eight, opened her meridians at ten, reached Internal Fullness at twelve, and achieved the status of a Sitting Reflection Grandmaster before the age of sixteen, becoming famous throughout the region before finally becoming a student under Bolu Zushi of Bolu Ciyun Temple, single-mindedly pursuing the Dharma and Martial Dao? That was fifteen years ago.

At that time, when the Divine Nun of Ciyun Temple had achieved the Grandmaster Realm, he had only just reached the fourth realm of Martial Dao, the Heavenly Cycle! At this moment, Liang Zhengang wished he could slap himself a few times! He really had a loose tongue!

Who in the pugilistic world didn't know that the Divine Nun of Ciyun Temple loved to meddle in other people's business and would always step in to mediate whenever she saw others fighting? Over time, people in the pugilistic world secretly gave her an alternative nickname.

Long-tongued Nun!

Being a meddler actually didn't matter.

The key was that this Divine Nun of Ciyun Temple was highly skilled, and she could truly resolve ordinary disputes by relying on her own strength.

Even if she encountered someone stronger than herself, she was not afraid.

"My master is Bolu; please show some respect!"

Bolu Zushi of Bolu Ciyun Temple... that was the founder of Bolu Ciyun Temple, an old monster who had lived for eight hundred springs and autumns!

Most of his disciples and grand-disciples had already passed away.

And the Divine Nun of Ciyun Temple was his most valued closing-door Disciple; who would dare not give her that bit of respect?

(End of chapter)