Chapter 59 of 100

Chapter 59

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Qin Yu closed his eyes, and the man in the scene was naturally Zhuge Liang. All of this was transmitted to him by the Seven-Star Sword. He could feel Zhuge Liang's sorrow, the frustration of unfulfilled ambitions, and the guilt of not completing the tasks entrusted by his predecessor...

"Unsuccessful in his mission, he died before his time, leaving heroes to shed tears for him. Sigh!" Qin Yu let out a long sigh and said to the Seven-Star Sword in his hand, "A famous sword has a spirit. Since you have followed Mr. Zhuge for many years and have developed your own sword spirit, I can understand your sorrow. But as Mr. Zhuge said: life and death are predetermined. Why should you be so preoccupied with it?"

The Seven-Star Sword, upon hearing Qin Yu's words, emitted a golden light and let out a clear cry, as if responding to Qin Yu.

"I have fortuitously inherited Mr. Zhuge's legacy and can be considered his descendant. If you are willing, follow me from now on."

"Ya!" A childish voice echoed in Qin Yu's mind, filled with joy, like a child finding a home, brimming with attachment.

"You are the sword spirit of the Seven-Star Sword and have followed Mr. Zhuge. Mr. Zhuge called himself Liang, and Liang and Ying are complementary. I will call you Zhuiying." Qin Yu gently stroked the sword's body and said softly.

"Ya, ya!" The Seven-Star Sword emitted a joyful sound, clearly satisfied with the name. Suddenly, the sword's body turned, and a cold light flashed, cutting a small wound on Qin Yu's finger, causing a drop of blood to flow onto the sword's body.

"The magical weapon recognizes its master!"

Qin Yu, whose hand was cut by the Seven-Star Sword, was not at all anxious. High-quality magical weapons all have a spirit. When they meet someone they recognize, they often choose to recognize them through a blood drop. From then on, unless the owner dies, the magical weapon cannot be controlled by anyone else.

Of course, this recognition must be initiated by the spirit. Otherwise, even if you drip all your blood on the magical weapon, it would be useless. The dragon compass in Qin Yu's hand also had a spirit, the golden dragon. Unfortunately, the golden dragon did not pay much attention to Qin Yu, so he had to expend a lot of energy to activate it. It was like an employment relationship. If it were the Seven-Star Sword, after recognition, Qin Yu would not need to expend so much energy to activate it.

"Let's go, I'll take you away from here." Qin Yu put the Seven-Star Sword back into the wooden box, bowed three times to the Nine Heavens Fairy, turned, and walked out of the hall toward the courtyard gate.

"Zhi zhi."

Qin Yu opened the courtyard gate and found that Masters Zhi Ren and Jian Kong were indeed standing at the door. Seeing him come out, Master Zhi Ren approached, noticed the wooden box tucked in Qin Yu's waist, and smiled, saying, "Amitabha, to be able to retrieve this item, Mr. Qin is indeed a descendant of Nanyang."

"Thank you, Master. I have a question to ask you."

"Oh, Mr. Qin, ask away. If I know, I will certainly tell you."

"I want to ask, Master, why is this item in your temple, and why is it kept in this courtyard?"

"Mr. Qin, this question is difficult for me. This courtyard has existed for several hundred years, and ordinary monks are not allowed to enter. As for why this item is in our temple, I do not know. I am not even aware of what is inside this wooden box."

"Master doesn't know what's in this box?" Qin Yu's pupils contracted, finding it hard to believe. If he didn't know what the box contained, why did he lead him here?

"This item has been in our temple for several hundred years. No one knows what this wooden box is, except for the senior master who first built this courtyard. If it weren't for the secret technique used by the late Abbot Mingjue, this item would have remained here forever."

"Oh, then has no one been curious about what's inside and tried to open it?"

"Amitabha, as a monk, we are detached from the four elements. How can we have such curiosity? Moreover, the senior master left a warning that this item does not belong to the Buddhist faith, and no Buddhist disciple should open it privately."

"Since that's the case, I will take my leave. This item is a relic of my Nanyang lineage. I thank your temple for keeping it safe. If there is anything I can do for you in the future, I will do my best."

Master Zhi Ren's eyes flashed with a keen light. Qin Yu's words were exactly what he wanted to hear. The reason he went to great lengths to find a descendant of Nanyang was because of Abbot Jue Ming's words: "Guangxiao Temple will face a calamity in the future, and it will need a descendant of Nanyang to resolve it."

After bidding farewell to Masters Zhi Ren and Jian Kong, Qin Yu called his cousin. They were just about to finish touring the entire temple. Qin Yu agreed to meet them at the entrance.

Soon, the three figures appeared in Qin Yu's line of sight. Mo Yongxing teased, "What, did those two monks not say you have wisdom and want to ordain you under the Bodhi tree?"

"The two masters said I don't have much wisdom, but they can recommend a couple of people with wisdom. How about it, are you interested? I can go back and talk to the two masters now."

"Forget it, what's good about being a monk? Eating vegetarian food, chanting scriptures, and not being able to be close to women." Mo Yongxing pouted.

"You know, being a monk isn't that easy nowadays. I saw a news report that to enter a temple, you need a bachelor's degree and pass a Buddhist exam, followed by an interview to become a novice monk."

Zhang Hua interjected.

"Yes, the treatment for monks is quite good now. Some say that after ten years of being a monk, the salary is higher than a regular person's ten years of work. After ten years, they can leave the temple and start a family, living without worry."

Qin Yu had seen many news reports saying that a novice monk's salary is almost as high as a white-collar worker's. For a monk, it's even better, almost like a celebrity, walking around with a few novices as assistants.

"Have you seen that video of Master Yan Can from Mount Emei's classic speech?"

"I've seen it, it was hilarious, especially the monkey, it was so funny." Mo Yongxing slapped his thigh. The video had over a hundred million views and was popular for a long time. Master Yan Can's not-so-standard Mandarin "Life is so wonderful..." was often imitated on a TV show.

"Monks don't lie, everyone has an iPad." This was what Master Yan Can said on a TV show, indicating how well-treated monks are now.

"Qin Yu, where did you get that wooden box on your waist, and what's inside it, so long?"

"Hehe, this thing gave me a pleasant surprise." Qin Yu's face showed satisfaction. He never expected to obtain Zhuge Liang's Seven-Star Sword at Guangxiao Temple.

"What is it, let me see." Mo Yongxing reached out to grab the wooden box, but Qin Yu sidestepped. The Seven-Star Sword had its own spirit and was not something to be shown casually, especially in public.

"Being so secretive, did those two monks give you some temple treasure? Don't forget, the Dragon Finder is still mine, and I have the right to take it back anytime."

Mo Yongxing used this to threaten Qin Yu, and it always worked. Qin Yu had no choice but to say, "If you want to see it, we can, but only when we get back."

"That's more like it."

Mo Yongxing, having succeeded in his threat, looked pleased, humming a song and leading the way. Qin Yu shook his head and followed.

Just as they got into Mo Yongxing's car, Zhang Hua's phone rang. He looked at the number and said to Qin Yu, "It's Mr. Li," before answering the call.

"Hello, Mr. Li, is there something? Oh, right, he is with me now. Should we go now? Okay, okay, we'll go now and call you when we arrive."

After hanging up, Zhang Hua said to Qin Yu, "Mr. Li called, asking us to go to Jingxiu District. He's waiting for us there and wants to introduce you to someone."

"Where is Jingxiu District?" Qin Yu asked, puzzled.

"I don't know either. Let's check the navigation." Zhang Hua shook his head. There were so many neighborhoods and streets in GZ; he couldn't know them all.

"There's no need to check. I know where Jingxiu District is. Qin Yu, who is Mr. Li? He seems to have a lot of connections, taking you to Jingxiu to meet someone." Mo Yongxing interjected.

"What? Is there something special about Jingxiu District?" Qin Yu was confused.

"Jingxiu District in GZ is like Zhongnanhai in the capital. You see how special it is." Mo Yongxing had visited Jingxiu District on his first day in GZ and was familiar with the area.

"Since you know the way, take us to Jingxiu District."

Mo Yongxing didn't respond. At the next intersection, he made a sharp turn, and the car headed in another direction.

The car drove on, and the vehicles on the sides gradually decreased. Finally, it stopped at the entrance of a heavily guarded residential area, with several armed police officers standing guard.

Seeing Mo Yongxing's car stop, two police officers approached, quickly scanned the people in the car, and said, "Parking is not allowed here. Please leave immediately."

"Call Mr. Li. Without permission from someone inside or a pass, you can't enter." Mo Yongxing reminded.

"Hello, Mr. Li, we are at the entrance of Jingxiu District. Yes, okay, we'll wait here for you."

Zhang Hua took out his phone and called Li Weijun, then said to Qin Yu, "Mr. Li is on his way. He asked us to wait here for a moment."

"Parking is not allowed here. Please leave immediately." The police officer outside the car door reminded again.

"Let's do this: I and my cousin will wait here, and Mo Yongxing, you take Miss Tong back." Qin Yu thought for a moment. According to Mo Yongxing, Jingxiu District was home to important figures, and it wasn't appropriate for too many people to go. He suggested this.

"Okay, I don't want to go there either." Mo Yongxing nodded. If he went to Jingxiu District and entered someone's home, it might be misinterpreted as the Mo family making a move.

"Take this wooden box with you. Remember, don't open it before I return." Qin Yu thought for a moment and decided to give the Seven-Star Sword to Mo Yongxing to take back, as carrying a long wooden box would look strange.

"Got it, you're being so fussy. When did you become so womanly?" Mo Yongxing, annoyed, opened the car door and gave Qin Yu a look to get out. Qin Yu smiled, touched his nose, and got out of the car with Zhang Hua.

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