A Chance Encounter with a Strange Woman at a Black Market; A Young Hero Seeks a Request

Chapter 85 A Chance Encounter with a Strange Woman at a Black Market; A Young Hero Seeks a Request

Wu Song asked, "Those two adulterers are dead, what should we do next, brother?"

Song Jiang shook his head and said, "Let's see if there are any fish that have escaped. Then we'll burn down this shady inn and leave."

After a while, Zhu Jingxian came over and said, "This adulterous couple has a lot of gold and silver jewelry hidden in their bedroom, worth a considerable amount."

Song Jiang sighed and said, "I wonder how much blood this money has been stained with."

Wu Song also came over and said, "Brother, there's a hidden door deep inside the kitchen; there might be a secret room inside."

Song Jiang nodded and said, "Let's go check out the secret room first."

At the entrance to the secret room, a strong smell of blood mixed with an extremely foul odor wafted out, leaving one wondering what was going on inside.

All three of them smelled the stench. After discussing it, they decided that Wu Song would lead the way, Zhu Jing would bring up the rear, and Song Jiang would be sandwiched in the middle. This was also because the two of them were afraid that something might happen to Song Jiang.

Song Jiang was deeply moved. Having these brothers was truly worthwhile.

Pushing open the door, the smell became even stronger. Wu Song pushed open the door first and went in. Just as Song Jiang was about to go in, Wu Song came out again, shook his head, and meant that Song Jiang should not go in.

Thinking that future wars would probably be even more brutal than this, if he couldn't accept such scenes, how could he fight on the battlefield? With this in mind, Song Jiang took a deep breath and decided to go in and take a look.

Wu Song sighed, but still took the lead and entered the secret room, followed by Song Jiang, and then Zhu Jing.

What kind of scene was inside the secret room? Song Jiang had never seen such a scene before; it was a hell on earth that even television could not depict.

Not only were Song Jiang's values ​​shaken, but his five senses were also affected. Whether it was his sense of smell, his sight, or the tactile sensation of a few drops of blood on his body, he felt as if he could hear countless people calling for help. Finally, he could not bear it any longer and vomited.

Wu Song and Zhang Qing were also feeling unwell, but not to the point of vomiting. Although they weren't as indifferent to human life as Zhang Qing and his wife, Zhang Qing and Sun Erniang's beastly behavior kept pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable.

After Song Jiang finished vomiting, Wu Song said, "Brother, look."

Song Jiang looked closely and saw a naked man on the skinning bench, his limbs removed, his life hanging in the balance. He didn't know if he was dead or alive. There were two other naked men tied up beside him. One was a woman who looked somewhat familiar, and the other was a burly man with an iron ruler on his head who looked like a Buddhist monk.

Upon closer inspection, Song Jiang recognized the woman, Liu Huiniang, despite her blood-stained body. How could she be here? Then he saw the young man with his limbs severed—it was Yunlong, the man who had fought Wu Song that day.

Seeing that the three were still unconscious, Song Jiang splashed some water on their faces. However, he didn't know whether Yunlong was dead or alive. Even if he was still alive, he was probably in dire straits. With his limbs dislocated, he would probably be crippled even if he didn't die. Moreover, he had lost too much blood, and there was probably no way to save him.

The monk shivered as cold water was poured over his face, and slowly woke up. Wu Song went to untie the traveler's ropes, while Song Jiang took off his coat to untie Liu Huiniang's ropes and covered her with the coat. Regardless of his attitude towards Liu Huiniang, he still had to respect the dignity that a woman should have.

The monk woke up, looked around, and then looked at his naked body. Wu Song was right next to him. He threw a punch at Wu Song, who blocked the monk's punch and then kicked him sideways. The monk had been numb for a long time and had just woken up. His hands and feet were weak and he had no strength. Wu Song kicked him to the ground.

Zhu Jing scoffed, "You monk are ungrateful. If we hadn't saved you, you would have been torn into pieces and minced long ago."

The monk tapped his head, recalling the time he had drunk alcohol in the shop earlier, when a woman said, "He's gone." He then lost consciousness, realizing he had wronged the three people.

Song Jiang sighed, thinking that he was also a pitiful person, and said, "When you travel in the world in the future, remember to be careful. As the saying goes, it is easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. You are no ordinary person, yet you almost fell into the hands of these petty villains. It would have been a waste to lose your life. That would have been a real pity."

After saying this, Wu Song picked up Liu Huiniang, carried Yunlong on his back, and left this hell on earth with Zhu Jing.

After a while, Liu Huiniang slowly woke up, letting out a cry of surprise. Song Jiang heard the sound and walked to Liu Huiniang's side, saying, "We meet again. Are you alright?"

Liu Huiniang was startled to see Song Jiang, but then she realized what was happening and asked, "Who wore these clothes?"

Song Jiang found the woman's focus very strange, but he still honestly replied, "I helped you put it on."

Liu Huiniang's brows furrowed. Had Song Jiang seen right through her? She glared at him for a long while before finally speaking, "Did you save me?"

Song Jiang nodded and said, "It's a pity about that young man named Yunlong."

Liu Huiniang asked in surprise, "He's dead?"

Song Jiang shook his head and said, "He's not dead yet, but his limbs have been removed."

Liu Huiniang looked sorrowful and said, "Take me to see him."

Song Jiang nodded, left the room and waited for Liu Huiniang to finish dressing before taking her to Yunlong's room.

Yunlong was pale, had lost all four limbs, and had lost too much blood. Even if An Daoquan were there to immediately try to save him, it would be almost impossible. Moreover, Yunlong had a strong sense of dignity; he would rather die than live such a wretched life.

Liu Huiniang entered the room, looked at the distressed Yunlong, and burst into tears.

Song Jiang sighed inwardly. No matter how powerful a woman is, she still has a soft spot deep down. However, Song Jiang keenly sensed that although Liu Huiniang's sadness was genuine, it had nothing to do with love. Instead, it was more about the inability to let go of family ties. Song Jiang didn't know why.

What also made Song Jiang lament the fickleness of fate was that Yunlong, who had been so full of vigor, would unexpectedly capsize at Shizipo, ending his life before he could even begin his glorious years.

He was still young after all, unaware of the dangers of the world. So many people have fallen victim to Shizipo. I never thought that Yunlong would be among them. If even a seasoned veteran like Lu Zhishen was in such a predicament, then anyone else who was even slightly careless would surely have lost their life.

Wu Song also sighed, thinking back to his previous battle with Yunlong. Although he was a cut above the rest, Yunlong was a rare young master. In addition, after learning that Yunlong's father was Yun Tianbiao, he felt a sense of mutual respect. Who would have thought that their reunion would be like this?

Song Jiang didn't hear what Yunlong and Liu Huiniang were whispering to each other outside the door, nor did he care to listen. It wasn't until Liu Huiniang called out, "Please come in," that Song Jiang pushed open the door and went inside.

Yunlong on the bed was very weak and looked like he wouldn't last much longer. Liu Huiniang was sobbing softly beside him.

Yunlong spoke first, saying, "Huiniang told me everything. Thank you, hero, for saving our lives and for helping us avenge ourselves."

Song Jiang shook his head and said, "Such a viper must be eliminated, otherwise it will only bring disaster to the world."

Yunlong gave a desolate laugh and said, "You are indeed a passionate and chivalrous man, but unfortunately, I had some misunderstandings with you before. It was my fault."

What Song Jiang was actually more curious about was why Yunlong and Liu Huiniang had come to Shizipo, while that rude Liu Guang hadn't followed.

But now was definitely not the time to ask that, so he said, "It's alright, I was also at fault for the previous misunderstanding." Of course, Song Jiang couldn't say that he deliberately picked a fight to get rid of them because he knew the plot well.

Yunlong sighed sadly and said, "I am no longer fit, but before I die, there is one thing I would like to ask of you, hero."

To be honest, Song Jiang didn't want to agree. He didn't even want to have any entanglement with them, as they were basically his future enemies. But looking at Yunlong's weak and feeble state, he figured Yunlong wouldn't be able to rest in peace if he didn't agree.

Song Jiang was moved by compassion and ultimately softened, saying, "Tell me, as long as it's within my power, I will definitely do it."

Yunlong struggled to get up, but with no limbs, he couldn't stand up at all. Liu Huiniang quickly helped Yunlong up.

Yunlong coughed and asked, "I still don't know your esteemed name, hero?"

"My name is Song Jiang," Song Jiang replied after thinking for a moment.

Yunlong's voice gradually lowered: "Please take good care of Huiniang for me and send her to where she wants to go. I beg you, Brother Song Jiang."

Liu Huiniang only just realized that the man in front of her was named Song Jiang. Her eyes, filled with tears, looked at Song Jiang, then at Yunlong, but in the end, she remained silent.

Song Jiang nodded and said, "I promise you, wherever Miss Liu wants to go, I will definitely take her there."

Yunlong smiled and said, "Now I can rest assured. I will repay this kindness in the next life." He then looked at Liu Huiniang and smiled, "Take good care of yourself, and find your happiness in the future."

After saying that, his eyes slowly sank down, and he stopped breathing.

Liu Huiniang's tears fell drop by drop. Song Jiang stepped forward and found that Yunlong had really passed away, but he still had a smile on his face. He must have been thinking of Liu Huiniang in his last moments.

Song Jiang sighed and went out, leaving the room to Yunlong and Liu Huiniang. Wu Song, the monk, and Zhu Jing were waiting outside.

The bodies of Zhang Qing, Sun Erniang, and other villains had long been thrown into the kitchen.

Thinking back to the first time he met Yunlong in Yunmeng Village, and the second time he met Yunlong in Dongchang Prefecture, Song Jiang was filled with mixed feelings when he thought about how Yunlong met him for the third time and ended up in such a miserable state.

After the monk finished dressing, he had a string of prayer beads made of the skulls of 108 people hanging around his neck, and two knives on his back, which suggested that he had killed quite a few people.

Song Jiang was surprised to find that this was the same look Wu Song had taken after becoming a monk. It seemed that this monk was the one who had been murdered at Shizipo, and that Wu Song had later taken his clothes, his ordination certificate, and two snowflake-patterned iron daggers when he went to Erlong Mountain after the bloodshed at Yuanyang Tower.

It was only after replacing the ascetic monk that Wu Song converted to Buddhism and became the wandering monk Wu Song, while the tiger-slaying Wu Song was a thing of the past.

However, now, because of Song Jiang's time travel, Wu Song's entire life trajectory has changed. He can no longer become the original traveler. And this original traveler was not killed by Sun Erniang, but was saved by Song Jiang and his group. It seems that history is full of drama.

When the monk saw Song Jiang come out, he respectfully bowed and said, "Thank you for saving my life, benefactor."

Song Jiang returned the greeting and said, "Seeing injustice on the road, I drew my sword to help. Master, there's no need for such formalities. May I ask your Buddhist name?"

The ascetic put his hands together and said, "This humble monk is Guanghui."

Song Jiang had read many storytelling performances and knew that the pilgrim was indeed named Guanghui. It seemed that this was the monk in front of him. He nodded and smiled, "So you are Master Guanghui of Shaolin Temple on Pingfeng Ridge. I have heard that you hate evil and act chivalrously, killing many mountain bandits and bullies."

Guanghui said with shame, "My master said that I was too bloodthirsty, so he sent me out to travel around and save all living beings. I never expected to almost die here. May I ask your name, benefactor?"

Song Jiang clasped his hands in greeting and replied, "I am Song Jiang."

Guanghui pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized and said, "I have heard of your great name before, but I never expected to meet you in such a place today."

Song Jiang smiled and asked, "What are your plans next, Master?"

Song Jiang guessed that Guang Hui's martial arts skills were not low, but he was not sure how high they were. However, later commentators believed that Guang Hui's martial arts skills were probably on par with Wu Song's. With such a master, Song Jiang would definitely want to recruit him into Liangshan. After Sheng left, Liangshan's fighting strength was reduced quite a bit. Although there were two old men, Yang Zhong and Luo Zhong, Song Jiang did not want them to go to the battlefield. After all, they were old and their physical condition was definitely declining. It would be terrible if they were to die accidentally.

Guanghui shook her head and said, "I don't know. I'm a little confused right now. I feel like people's hearts can be so wicked. But my own hands are stained with blood, so I shouldn't say such things."

Song Jiang didn't know how to say much, so he could only say, "It's not the master's fault. Buddhism teaches that one can lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. But why does Buddhism also have Bodhisattvas like Venerable Weituo and Acala who sweep away evil spirits and karmic obstacles in the world?"

Guanghui did not answer, so Song Jiang continued, "If everyone could have a compassionate heart, wouldn't everyone be able to become a Buddha? But too many people are deluded by the obstacles before them and give rise to evil thoughts. Buddhism emphasizes ordinary beings saving the world. If these evil spirits continue to harm the world, isn't sometimes killing to save more lives also a form of compassion?"

Guanghui's eyes lit up. He had once thought that killing evil people was saving the world, but his master said that if one's vow of celibacy was too heavy, what difference was there between oneself and an evil person? He had even doubted himself for a time. His master told him to come out and see the world, but he never expected to almost be turned into dumplings as soon as he stepped out. If he hadn't met Song Jiang, he probably would have...

Seeing that Guanghui was deep in thought, Song Jiang didn't disturb him and found a stool to sit down.

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