Chapter 338
Inheritance
"Master!"
When Zhou Sheng saw that his master was safe and sound, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.
"You brat, even though your cultivation has improved, don't underestimate your master. As long as I don't want to die, no one in this world can kill me."
"Not to mention that stubborn old donkey."
Yu Zhensheng stroked his beard and smiled, his voice tinged with arrogance, while he scrutinized his disciple with exceptionally bright eyes.
To be honest, his apprentice's magical power is now stronger than his.
That child from back then has grown up to this extent without anyone noticing.
"The image of Guan Gong was passed down to them by my master. The Northern and Southern schools have been fighting each other for so many years, but even if the bones are broken, the tendons are still connected. They all worship the same ancestor and are of the same origin."
After a pause, Yu Zhensheng's eyes welled up with emotion, as if recalling many scenes, and he sighed softly.
"It's already difficult enough to graduate, with a slim chance of survival. Even after graduation, dangers still linger. Under these circumstances, the best choice is to put aside any grudges and join hands to fight the enemy."
This is his honest opinion, and it's also his wish that he's had for so many years.
Over the years, he has witnessed the decline of Yin Opera, and the lineage of Yin Opera has become increasingly weak.
In his master's generation, there were still several grandmasters of Yinxi, but in his generation, only he and Yu Tianheng remained in the North and South schools.
Yu Tianheng, in particular, has been unable to undergo his tribulation for a long time due to his inner demons.
By the time it came to Zhou Sheng's generation, the situation had become even more desolate. Apart from Zhou Sheng, who defied conventional wisdom, the most outstanding member of the younger generation was Tan Sheng.
Although Tan Sheng was good, there were still more than a dozen people in the previous era, and there were six or seven people who were even stronger than Tan Sheng.
"As Yin Opera gradually declines, what we old folks can do is break down sectarian barriers, stop being so protective of our own knowledge, and try to help you young folks avoid some detours."
Yu Zhensheng's words deeply moved Zhou Sheng.
He admired his master's magnanimity and vision.
"If that's the case, then why did you take action against the Red Thread, senior?"
"That's right, that's right, why did you hit me?"
Hongxian quickly gripped the hem of her boss's clothes and jumped up indignantly.
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhensheng's face darkened, and he retorted, "You still dare to talk back? Who told you to be so impulsive as to insult others?"
"I...I don't know anything!"
A look of panic appeared on Hongxian's face, her eyes darting around as if she were very guilty.
Yu Zhensheng grabbed her ear and led everyone to the house rented by Yu Tianheng and Tan Sheng. Pointing to one of the walls, he said, "Tell me, who wrote this?"
Zhou Sheng looked closely and couldn't help but show a strange expression.
Yao Tai Feng chuckled, her beauty radiant and captivating. She lifted Hong Xian's other ear and said with a half-smile, "What a clever way to deny something!"
There were two lines of writing crookedly on the wall.
One line reads "Yu Tianheng is an old bastard," and the other reads "Hongxian is a young bastard."
Seeing that her scheme had been exposed and the boss no longer cared about her, Hongxian had no choice but to bow her head, admit her mistake, and explain everything.
It turned out that she was resentful when she saw that Yu Tianheng had learned his master's ultimate skill, so she secretly sneaked in here using the Seventy-Two Transformations and wrote "Yu Tianheng is an old bastard" on the wall as revenge.
She had completely digested the dragon's flesh and blood, and with the hard training of the past two months, her cultivation had greatly improved. With her Seventy-Two Transformations supernatural power, she would not have been discovered.
But after she got back, she had a flash of inspiration and realized the "loophole".
To ensure she wouldn't be discovered, she sneaked back in and added, "Red Thread is a little bastard."
That way, no one will doubt her anymore.
After all, she was also criticized.
This was tantamount to admitting guilt without being asked. To make matters worse, Yu Tianheng caught him red-handed. Thinking he was Yu Zhensheng's disciple, Yu Tianheng planned to teach him a lesson using the Guan Gong Dharma Form he had just learned. Unexpectedly, they ran into Zhou Sheng and Yao Tai Feng, who had just returned.
Having figured out the cause and effect, Zhou Sheng coughed, feeling ashamed. He swept his crescent blade across the wall, scraping away part of the words, leaving only "Red Line is a little bastard".
"Senior, please continue. I'll pretend I didn't see anything."
Yu Tianheng sneered and waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, I'm too old to hold a grudge against a child."
"Now that you're back, hurry up and come with me. I'll pass on the core secrets of the Emperor's Play to you. Otherwise, you'll feel uneasy owing that old bastard a favor."
Zhou Sheng was taken aback upon hearing this.
Yu Zhensheng smiled and nodded at him.
"What are you all standing there for? Come here quickly! Even that old fellow Yu Zhensheng can set aside his sectarian differences, how could I possibly lose to him?"
“Our Yinxi lineage has finally produced a…freak like you. Although I have a grudge against your master, in the end, I am also a member of the Yinxi lineage.”
"If you achieve greater success in the future, you don't need to repay us. Just remember to help us, the descendants of those who perform 'yin opera'."
At this moment, looking at his master and Yu Tianheng, Zhou Sheng suddenly felt a heavy weight.
He knew that thing was called inheritance.
"coming."
Zhou Sheng took a deep breath, sheathed his Guan Dao, and smiled warmly.
……
The City of the Wrongfully Dead.
Nian Nu Jiao, dressed in a red dress, stepped barefoot into a tranquil place. Here grew a grove of purple bamboo, with the bamboo joints emitting a shimmering, iridescent light. When the wind blew, it rustled and shone with ten colors.
The distant sound of waves is gentle and soft, like the gentle chimes of bells.
The surrounding area is filled with flying cranes and swimming dragon fish, creating a peaceful and serene fairyland, as if one has arrived at the legendary Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea, the sacred site of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Deep within this bamboo forest, Nian Nu Jiao saw the Bodhisattva seated on a lotus platform.
He, the dignified judge of the underworld and the master of the investigation department, immediately bowed his head and kowtowed, trembling with fear and humbly begging for forgiveness.
"The souls of this generation could not be delivered in time. We humbly beg the Bodhisattva to punish us!"
The Bodhisattva did not open his eyes or speak, yet his solemn and compassionate voice echoed throughout the entire world.
"Why?"
"In reply to the Bodhisattva, it is because Fengdu City has been secretly obstructing us, and the Yin King and his companion seem to have already noticed."
"Another reason is a kid named Bao Ying, who is a descendant of Bao Zheng. During his investigation of the theft of the national treasury, he uprooted all the spies we had planted, cutting off their source of income. He also captured two of the leaders of the Longhua Sect, causing them heavy losses."
"And I also heard that Bao Ying... seems to have been secretly investigating our body replacement program, and he hasn't given up even after Lu Pan died..."
Upon hearing these words, white light rippled from the Bodhisattva's fingertips, as if he were calculating Bao Ying's fate.
After a long while, the white light dissipated.
"Bao Ying is a man of great destiny, and he also possesses a treasure that obscures the secrets of heaven. It seems that Bao Zheng... did not die willingly."
The Bodhisattva's words contained a profound meaning, seemingly involving some astonishing secret.
Upon hearing this, Nian Nu Jiao felt a chill run down her spine and quickly banished all distracting thoughts, daring not to think any further.
"Reporting to the Bodhisattva, this disciple has secretly contacted the Longhua Sect. Zhu Yi said that Bao Ying will not live for more than a few days. No matter what tricks Bao Zheng has up his sleeve, once a person dies, his soul dissipates, and nothing remains."
The bamboo grove offered no further response, only the rustling of the wind as it passed.
Nian Nu Jiao understood, bowed, and slowly took her leave.
...(End of this chapter)