Chapter 27: Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill

  Song Qing's figure was as light as the wind, and even if he was carrying a person, he still felt no pressure. He walked straight out of Xiangyang City from the north. When he arrived at a desolate place with no one around, he casually threw Fan Seng's corpse to the ground. Then he let out a long sigh, not because Song Qing was afraid of the authorities, but because it was now under Mongol rule, and even if he had killed several officials, others would probably only praise him, Song Qing was just afraid of trouble.

  He recalled that when he grabbed the monk earlier, he found something like a book hidden in his lower back. He bent down and searched for a while, then pulled out an oilcloth package from the monk's waistband. Under the bright moonlight, he opened it to find several thick sheepskin books with a line of Sanskrit written on the cover.

  The Wudang Sect, although belonging to the Taoist school, Zhang Sanfeng was a rare talent of his time, with extensive knowledge. Moreover, since Zhang Sanfeng came from Shaolin, he had no special requirements for his disciples. Therefore, whether it was the Taoist Dao De Jing, the Buddhist Prajna Heart Sutra, or the Confucian Xiao Jing, all could be studied. In Wudang Sect, Zhang Sanfeng, because of the Nine Yin True Classic, which was written in Sanskrit and had a great reputation on Jianghu at that time, although he couldn't catch a glimpse of its extraordinary martial arts, he did have some thoughts about Sanskrit. Song Qingyu, who followed Zhang Sanfeng from childhood, also knew a thing or two about Sanskrit.

  When the Sanskrit characters on the cover of the book caught his eye, Song Qing's heart skipped a beat. This line of Sanskrit translated into Chinese was actually "Longxiang Panruo Gong"!

  It's really 'travelling thousands of miles to find what you need, and getting it without any effort'. Song Qing had been thinking that when he had the time and enough strength, he would travel to the Western Regions to search for this mysterious and powerful Buddhist scripture, but he didn't expect to encounter it here.

  Look again at other basic books, but they are written in Chinese, namely "Mahavairocana Finger" and "Mahavairocana Palm".

  "What kind of monk is this, how can his body not only contain the highest and most supreme guardian deity technique of the secret sect, but also have the seventy-two absolute techniques that Shaolin does not pass on?" Song Qing Shu held the secret book in his hands, unable to figure it out.

  Song Qing Shu almost couldn't believe it was true, and subconsciously he opened the secret book, roughly flipping through it under the moonlight. After finishing reading the book, a long sigh escaped his lips. The profundity of this technique was no less than the "Pure Yang Child Technique" he had been practicing.

  Although Song Qing didn't know if this was the real deal or not, but from what he knew, it was absolutely authentic, and even if it wasn't, it wouldn't be off by much.

  It wasn't until now that Song Qing understood this was real. But why did it appear on Fan Seng's body?

  "Right, a letter!" Suddenly, Song Qingxue swept over the cowhide paper and found that there was another letter on it.

  Song Qingxue was overjoyed at this and realized that the result she wanted to know must be in this letter.

  Song Qingxue hastily put down the secret book in her hand, tore open the letter with a rustling sound, and eagerly began to read it.

  "Dear elder brother!"

  "Big Brother?" Seeing the salutation on the envelope, Song Qing felt puzzled and perplexed.

  "The master ordered Cheng Brother to quickly take control of the Beggar Gang and then hand it over to a trustworthy person to manage, while Cheng Brother himself infiltrated Shaolin, causing conflict between Shaolin, Ming Cult, and Wudang... Empty Appearance Advances."

  "Cheng brother, control the beggar gang, infiltrate Shaolin, empty phase." Song Qing Shu muttered to himself, reciting these seemingly unrelated words, as if something was very familiar. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and scolded himself with a "fool".

  He thought: "Isn't the so-called Cheng Brother actually the Mysterious and Powerful Hand of the Primordial Chaos, Cheng Kun? As for controlling the Beggar Gang, infiltrating Shaolin is even easier to explain. Later on, didn't he let his own disciple Chen Youliang control the Beggar Gang, while he himself returned to Shaolin once again, disguising himself as a disciple of the Space God Monk, Yuan Zhen? As for this Kong Xiang...” Song Qing Shu held the letter in her hand, thinking that there didn't seem to be anyone named Kong Xiang at Shaolin Temple. If this person was indeed a Shaolin monk, then it wouldn't have been necessary for him to write a letter to Cheng Kun. "Hmm, is he..."

  It turned out that Song Qingchu thought of a person, that is, after the six major sects attacked the Bright Peak, Zhang Wuji went down the mountain and met someone who wanted to launch a surprise attack on the Wudang Sect. In the Wudang Sect, he met Kongzhi, a fake Shaolin master who ambushed Zhang Sanfeng.

  "It seems that this Void Phase is not a monk from Mount Song Shaolin, but a master from Western Regions Shaolin." Song Qing nodded in understanding.

  It's easy to say that the monk's identity is also a disciple of Shaolin in the Western Regions, and more precisely, he is a disciple of Kongxiang. This time, he came to Xiangyang just to hand over this letter to Chen Kun, but unfortunately, Chen Kun was not there. The monk's mind did not change, so he had an unexpected encounter with Song Qingxue.

  Song Qing's heart moved again: "If I hand over this letter to Shaolin..." Immediately, Song Qing discarded the idea in his mind. Firstly, it was just a small letter, and no one would believe him, but instead think that he was framing the Shaolin disciples. Secondly, if he exposed them, they might have other means to retaliate, and he would lose his advantage of being one step ahead. It was truly "wasting effort for nothing". Lastly, this was his hard-won spoils of war, and Song Qing was reluctant to hand it over to Shaolin Temple so easily. Moreover, given the shamelessness of Shaolin Temple now, Song Qing couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't turn the tables on him, saying that he stole their ultimate technique or directly framing him as the one who brought out Zhang Sanfeng's secrets from Shaolin Temple back then.

  Putting aside those thoughts, Song Qingyu couldn't help but laugh as he held the few secret manuals. It was indeed 'treading on iron shoes without a destination, and yet arriving effortlessly'. He had been thinking about when to travel far to the Western Regions to find this sect's ultimate technique, 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill', but unexpectedly it appeared right in front of him, and what's more, he got two for the price of one. Not only did he get the manual he wanted, but also received Shaolin Temple's two manuals of 72 ultimate techniques, 'Great Strength Vajra Finger' and 'Great Strength Vajra Palm'. Even if he didn't cultivate them himself, in the future he could still use them to extort something from Shaolin.

  "It is said that death is the greatest, since you have already died, all grudges and grievances will also disappear." Having obtained this basic secret recipe, Song Qing's mood suddenly improved, looking at Fan Seng's corpse, muttering to himself.

  "Although I'm not ashamed of your behavior, since you've given me such a great gift, I'll just bear the hardship and let you rest in peace."

  Song Qingyu personally dug a hole and buried Fan Seng in it.

  At the same time, he also secretly sighed in his heart. Once you enter Jianghu, your body is not under your control. You don't know when you will think like Fan Monk and die in a foreign land. At that time, I don't know if there will be any kind-hearted people to let myself rest in peace.