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Chapter 49 Borrowing the Wind and Riding the Wind
Back at the residence, Song Quyou, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly felt a weight on his hand.
I opened my eyes and saw a plump, red lark.
The lark didn't say much, just watched Song Quyou for a while before disappearing into the Emerald Pine Heaven.
Seeing how mysterious the skylark was, Song Quyou entered the Pot Heaven with it.
The verdant pines and the heavens remain unchanged, with the majestic ancient pine standing alone in the center. The difference is that not far from the desk, there is now a slender sapling, a seedling that sprouted from a jujube pit obtained from two hermits.
The lark transformed into a young girl, sat on an ancient pine tree, and swung her toes.
"Look, there are two more techniques in that book."
Song Quyou sat at his desk, carefully studying the intricate and profound seal script.
Borrowing the wind: Borrowing the breath of heaven and earth to drive the wind in one's actions.
Riding the wind: moving with the wind, light and agile.
Both of these techniques are related to wind. The key points are easy to learn, but the strength of the wind depends on the practitioner's skill level.
Song Quyou silently practiced the key to meditation. Suddenly, a strong wind arose in the inner world of the pot, causing the clear pool water all around to ripple with fish-scale-like waves.
Looking at the waves on the water's edge, Song Quyou's heart stirred slightly, and the wind suddenly subsided, no longer blowing incessantly, but instead becoming somewhat nimble.
The wind swept across the pool, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes left, sometimes right, and the ripples it created were also deep and shallow, left and right, as if an invisible hand was scribbling on the water's surface.
Song Quyou stood up. The wind on the water gradually subsided, but his robes became increasingly bulging. Then, his body rose higher and higher, reaching nine inches off the ground, where he could no longer rise even half an inch.
Knowing that this was due to his shallow cultivation, Song Quyou dispersed the wind swirling around him, landed back on the ground, turned around and looked at the lark in the tree. The lark also tilted its head and looked at Song Quyou in front of the desk.
"What method did you use to make that jujube tree sprout and grow so tall in just a few months?"
The lark swung its toes and said, "I didn't do anything. This pot of heaven is naturally rich in spiritual energy, so it grows faster. But if there were other spiritual materials, this fire date tree could grow even faster."
Song Quyou raised an eyebrow, then took out the toad pearl from his bosom and tossed it to Yun Que, "How about this toad pearl?"
The lark reached out and caught the lustrous toad pearl, looked at it against the sunlight, and said, "This thing contains water essence, it is perfect for promoting tree growth."
As she spoke, the lark leaped down from the tree, waded across the pond, and came to the jujube sapling. She parted the lush green meadow and buried the toad pearl in her hand.
With everything done, Yun Que jumped up with her hands on her hips, turned around and looked at Song Quyou behind her, saying, "That's great! Once this tree absorbs this toad pearl, it will grow much bigger. When it's fully grown, we'll have our own dates to eat."
Looking at the spirited lark, Song Quyou shook his head and smiled faintly, feeling much more relaxed.
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The next day.
The lark emerged early from the Green Pine Cave Heaven, hiding behind Song Quyou, peeking out the window.
Awakening, Song Quyou turned to look at Yun Que and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? You're acting strangely."
There's a big fat cat outside.
Song Quyou looked out the window and saw a black charcoal hanging on the window, making his plump, round face look even bigger.
"What are you doing, charcoal?"
"There's a little girl behind you."
The lark landed on Song Quyou's shoulder, remaining silent.
Song Quyou looked helplessly at the charcoal outside the window and said, "She is my friend, her name is Yun Que."
He got up and pushed open the door. Black Charcoal's plump and agile body jumped into Song Quyou's arms and stared at Skylark on his shoulder.
"You all get along well, and no fighting is allowed."
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After breakfast, Lark and Black Charcoal went out to play, bickering and teasing each other.
With nothing else to do, Song Quyou planned to find some bluestone outside to repair the courtyard and replace the broken bluestone slabs.
Suddenly, a deafening roar of cursing echoed through the mountains.
"You bald monks from Lingfo Temple, listen to me! Your monks are disobedient and immoral. You harassed my wife in the street. If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll tear down your temple."
Song Quyou was still clutching a piece of bluestone he had just pried up when he heard the cursing and was momentarily stunned.
His desire to watch the excitement arose instantly. He put down the blue stone in his hand, picked up his sword, and left home, heading towards the mountain.
Inside the room, Su Tang, who was taking a nap, was jolted awake by the shouting. With her hair disheveled, she pushed open the door and yelled at Song Quyou, who was about to leave, "Junior brother, wait for me..."
As she spoke, she ran out the door, lifting her shoe heels as she went.
The two, eager to watch the spectacle, lightly touched the ground with their feet, their movements as swift as swallows, and in a few leaps they reached the mountain path.
When the two arrived at the gate of Lingfo Temple, a group of villagers had already gathered to watch the spectacle.
It was packed inside and out.
However, most of them came empty-handed, unlike ordinary worshippers who bring incense and candles, presumably they came just to watch the spectacle.
Song Quyou and Su Tang leaned against a slightly elevated blue stone, finally able to see clearly what had happened.
A burly, dark-faced man with a broad back and thick waist stood in front of the temple gate. He was shirtless, with two cleavers at his waist, and he was pointing at the tightly closed temple gate and cursing loudly, spitting as he spoke.
Beside him stood a burly woman, her hair disheveled and hairpins askew, who was constantly wiping away tears with her sleeve.
"Fellow villagers, please be the judge!"
The burly man grabbed his large wife and pointed to an oval red spot on her neck, saying, "Last night, after my wife went up the mountain to burn incense, someone sucked on her neck. When I got home and asked her, she said it was an insect bite."
I was furious on the spot. After pressing him repeatedly, I finally found out that he had met the monk Huiming from their Lingfo Temple when he went down the mountain after burning incense.
That damned monk, in broad daylight, verbally harassed my wife in the street, grabbed and pulled her, and worst of all, he even kissed her. If it weren't for a peddler passing by last night who saved my wife, my beautiful wife would have been defiled by that bald-headed monk.
The burly man with the dark face grew angrier as he spoke. He drew his cleaver from his waist and slammed the back of the blade against the copper nails on the mountain gate twice, causing dust to fall from the lintel.
"Open the door and hand over that bald monk Huiming!"
The villagers who had gathered immediately erupted in a commotion, whispering and pointing. A few bold old men approached to look at the mark on the woman's neck, clicked their tongues twice, and then retreated.
Song Quyou had good eyesight and sized up the man's weeping wife. Although she was a bit large, she was quite fair-skinned.
Su Tang nudged Song Quyou and asked, "Was that red mark from an insect bite or from someone kissing you?"
After thinking for a moment, Song Quyou casually replied, "The red spots on it have rounded edges and no insect bite marks, so it must have been kissed by someone."
Just then, the temple gate creaked open a crack, and a young novice monk poked his head out, saying in a trembling voice, "Please calm down, benefactor. Brother Huiming left the temple yesterday and has not returned since."
"Bullshit!" The burly man with the dark face kicked the door, which slammed inward, and the little novice monk cried out and fell to the ground.
The door opened a crack, but the burly man didn't barge in. Instead, he turned around, cupped his hands in greeting to each of the villagers watching, and spoke in a booming voice, like someone singing in an opera:
"Fellow villagers, you've all seen it. At this time of day, Lingfo Temple would have already opened its doors to welcome worshippers. Today, to protect that lecherous monk, they don't even dare to open the doors. It's clear they're guilty!"
Someone in the crowd immediately echoed, "That's right, that's right! Let the master come out and confront us!"
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