Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

Chapter 542 Confrontation

Perhaps it was the rainy season, and it started raining again around ten o'clock in the evening.

When I heard Suan Fantian recommending the leader of Jingmen to take over the position of president of the Old Martial Arts Association, I didn't dare say a word. I didn't want to speculate on any conspiracy theories because I didn't have the ability or qualifications.

"Didn't you say you had internal injuries?"

"It's better now."

I handed a cigarette to the young Taoist priest and he shook his head.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"I don't have any plans. I'll just live one day at a time. What about you?"

"Do your business well and make money."

"Damn it, you're just digging up graves and robbing graves, and you still say you have a career."

I flicked the ash off my cigarette and said, "There is no distinction between high and low in career. You are a serious Taoist priest. May I ask if you have ever practiced Taoism properly?"

"So what do you think Tao is?" he asked me.

I thought about it and replied: "There are so many so-called Taos in this world. In my opinion, everyone has his own Tao. Tomb robbing is Tao, flower arrangement is Tao, tea ceremony is Tao, spearmanship is Tao, and footwork is Tao."

He nodded: "I thought so too. I haven't had a foot massage for a long time. After I finish dealing with things here, I have to find a place to do a good foot massage."

"Give me five hundred dollars and I promise to give you a comfortable massage."

"Please pull it, I won't even accept it if you give it to me."

After a few insults, I asked him, "What are you going to do with the bodies? What are you going to say about He Weiwu and Bing Ye's deaths when you go back?"

"Well... the Sect Master wants to conceal my master's affairs for the time being and say that there were casualties among the three parties in the fight. In this way, the Changchun Society and the Puppet Society will most likely acquiesce because no one can afford to lose this person."

He pointed at me and said, "Including us, there are only seven people who know the truth about this matter. You better keep your mouth shut and don't let the news leak out."

"I know. I won't say anything irresponsible. I don't want to offend either party, and I can't afford to offend either party."

"How are Master Zhe and Xie Qirong's injuries?"

The young Taoist pointed to his shoulder and said, "Zhewu is broken here. It will probably take three to five months to heal. As for Xie Qirong's condition... the sect leader said that it should be kept secret for the time being."

"You want to keep it a secret from me too?"

The young Taoist nodded.

"He won't die from his injuries, will he? Are you worried that without a super expert in the Old Martial Arts Association, the Changchun Society and the Puppet Society will join forces to suppress him again?"

The young Taoist priest made a gesture to keep quiet.

He looked around, came over to me and whispered: "We are good brothers. There are things I don't want to hide from you, so I'll tell you. Xie Qirong woke up around noon. Not only is he not dead, he seems to have broken through a bottleneck."

"what!"

"How is it possible! He was clearly injured so badly! He only had one breath left!"

The young Taoist scratched his hair and said, "I can't understand it either. Maybe this is the peculiarity of the Refining Essence into Qigong. Haven't you practiced that technique? You should have some understanding of it."

"My practice can only restore some energy! At most, I can sleep less for a few hours every day! He was beaten half to death! It's been less than a day since this morning! He has recovered??"

Seeing my doubtful expression, the young Taoist priest said helplessly: "How about I tell you where he is and you go see him yourself."

"No! What does it have to do with me whether he's dead or alive?"

After saying that, I threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

The young Taoist priest said, "You can't deny that you and he were once a master and apprentice. Logically... you should call him Master."

"Stop! Don't talk to me like that again! He taught me more times than he beat me! I was nearly beaten to death a few times! And the version of Refining Essence into Qi that I learned was a castrated version! I have no practical combat ability at all!"

The young Taoist frowned and said, "What you learned may not necessarily be a castrated version. It may be that you have no talent. To put it bluntly, you are a waste when it comes to learning martial arts, so you feel that it is useless."

I turned and walked downstairs.

"where are you going?"

"Go back! Go back to Chun'an!"

"Your injury hasn't healed yet! It's not safe to walk alone at this late hour! Besides, it's raining outside!"

I looked back at the little Taoist priest on the stairs and shouted to him, "I'll take a taxi back!"

Just as I reached the door, a cold and neutral voice suddenly came from behind me and said, "It's hard to walk on the night road. I'll take you there."

.....

Forty minutes later, at the intersection of Beishan Road in Hangzhou, near the West Lake Scenic Area.

"Master, why did you bring me here?"

"Get off the car. I want to talk to you about something. There's a pavilion not far away. Let's go there to avoid the rain."

The pavilion was located in a very remote area, and it was raining so late at night. I began to have a bad feeling. When I saw the other party got off the car with a black bag in his hand, my suspicion deepened.

I wondered in my mind: "Has he noticed something? Is he planning to silence me here? And then sink me to the bottom of the lake to destroy the body?"

No matter what I thought, there was no panic on my face. This was because I had been following the leader for a long time and had been subtly influenced by him.

When I arrived under the pavilion, I looked up at the words above. Although it was a little dark, I could see the three words clearly.

"Feng Bo Pavilion."

This Fengbo Pavilion should have been rebuilt around 2003. It is related to Yue Fei. When it was built, it was claimed that everything from materials to design was a one-to-one replica.

There was a stone table and stone bench in the pavilion. After sitting down, the other party put the black bag on the table first, and then said: "Do you suspect that this calamity in the martial arts world was secretly planned by me?"

"No...Master, don't joke with me. I have never thought of this."

He said: "Think whatever you want, I want to ask you, where are those three people now."

"Master, which three people are you talking about?"

At this time, rain was continuously flowing down the eaves on both sides of the pavilion. The other person was wearing a white face mask and staring at me. His eyes seemed to carry some kind of power, which caused me tremendous psychological pressure.

Then it opened the black bag and took out a jug of wine and two small white cups.

He poured himself a glass, poured one for me, and pushed it in front of me.

"Drink it, and I'll believe you."

I held the glass in my hand and drank it all in one gulp without hesitation.

"How brave! Aren't you afraid that this is a cup of poison?"

My palms were sweating and I was scared to death, but I knew I had to drink this glass of wine. On the surface, I pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "It is the honor of my life to drink the wine poured by the Lord of Jingmen himself. Even if it is a glass of poisoned wine, what's the harm?"

He looked at me with a strange look in his eyes and said, "Sanguan is right. You may seem to have no principles, but deep down you value friendship."

"It's okay if you don't plan to tell me the news about those three people. I can find out with a divination."

I had a blank expression on my face and changed the subject: "The masters of the Jingmen have been a mystery for hundreds of years. Few people know their names, origins, appearances, and even genders. Master, I actually know a thing or two about Feng Shui fortune-telling. Can you let me do a calculation for you?"

"Oh? You want to calculate it for me?"

It sounded like it was interested, so I smiled and said, "Yeah, do you dare to let me see your left hand?"

"Why don't you dare?"

It stretched its left hand directly in front of me.

I grabbed its wrist, looked at it left and right, and said, "You have whorls on all five fingers (fingerprints), which means that you have been pampered and noble since you were born."

After saying the first sentence, I looked up to observe its reaction.

From the perspective of physiognomy, human fingerprints can be roughly divided into two types: "vortex" and "flow pattern". Most ordinary people have flow patterns, or flow patterns mixed with vortex patterns. If all ten fingers have vortex patterns, there is a 99% chance that you have a noble life. As for how to accurately distinguish between vortex patterns and flow patterns... let me put it this way, vortex patterns look like a "dart target", while flow patterns look like a "U-shaped bridge hole". Most ordinary people have the latter.

I lowered my head, felt the other person's palm back and forth, and said: "Based on the trend of the Sun Hill, Life Hill, and Venus Hill on your palm lines, I can tell that you are a woman, not a man. The face under the mask... should be a very beautiful face."

"You are not that old, probably between 26... and 29. Am I right?"