Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 49 - 48 The Mighty Are Innocent Fortunes Reach the Sky
49: Chapter 48: The Mighty Are Innocent, Fortunes Reach the Sky
49 -48: The Mighty Are Innocent, Fortunes Reach the Sky
“Buddha the Tathagata flips his palm, turning it into Mount Wuxing and suppressing the Handsome Monkey King beneath…”
“Five hundred years of cold wind and bitter rain, five hundred years of seas changing into mulberry fields, the little monkey endures, drinking copper juice, eating iron pellets.”
At this point, Zhou Ping’an stopped walking, raising his head to look at the sky.
He felt as if it had started to rain.
The cheeks felt cool.
The little one sitting on his right shoulder was unusually quiet, so still it was almost startling.
Upon closer inspection.
“Ah, why are you crying?”
“It’s just a story, after all…”
“Brother Ping’an, let’s not be the Jade Emperor anymore, okay?
Let that Buddha the Tathagata stop oppressing the little monkey.”
With a sniff, Xiao Jiu climbed down from Zhou Ping’an’s shoulder and turned her back to him.
Clearly feeling too wronged, she even refused to let Zhou Ping’an carry her on his back.
“This…”
“We really can’t defeat that Buddha.”
“I don’t care, we must fight even if we can’t win.
Why won’t that old grape ancestor save him?
No, the little monkey must find a way to escape from Mount Wuxing and give the Buddha a swelled head.”
“Why won’t he save him?”
Zhou Ping’an scratched his head, it seemed that Wu Cheng’en hadn’t written about it.
The Tathagata truly had a swelled head.
He didn’t know who had battered him…
But that wasn’t the issue.
Why, when he read this part of the story as a child, had he not felt anything amiss and accepted it readily?
Yet the little girl couldn’t tolerate such an ending at all.
Perhaps during the process of growing up, he had become accustomed to revering authority, used to the idea that someone always held power over others, much like the vast and endless sky above.
But Xiao Jiu possessed none of this awareness.
Even at such a young age, she understood the true essence of “My fate is mine to decide, not heaven’s.”
Maybe, someday in the future, she would realize that life is filled with many inevitabilities.
And that the world is full of uncertainty.
Not everything can unfold exactly as one imagines.
But at this moment, she still harbored many dreams, her youthful passion and anticipation not yet dulled.
Seeing that Zhou Ping’an had made Xiao Jiu cry, he scratched his head anxiously.
Lin Huaiyu, who had been quietly listening, couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
As she laughed.
Her gaze softened even further.
She gave Zhou Ping’an a curious look before turning to comfort her little sister.
“Then Little Jiu’er must train even harder in the future.
You need to become stronger than anyone else so that no one can ever oppress you, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll become very strong and protect sister too.”
The little one clenched her fists, the teardrops at the corners of her eyes blinking away, miraculously retracted.
She tilted her head, pondering for a moment, then quietly leaned in close to Lin Huaiyu’s ear and whispered, “Can I protect Brother Ping’an as well?”
“Alright, we’ll all rely on you for protection in the future…
People say that those who survive great disasters are destined for future blessings.
Today, Little Jiu’er escaped death by a hair’s breadth.
From now on, she will be free from disasters and illnesses and possess luck as vast as the sky.”
One had to admit.
Lin Huaiyu was indeed a professional when it came to comforting children.
Unlike himself.
After making his sister Zhou Lan cry, he could never manage to soothe her.
Each time, he would end up dejected amidst a few cries of ‘stinky brother.’
Could it be that I am inherently a straightforward man?
At this moment, Zhou Ping’an gained a more profound understanding of himself.
…
The sky was about to brighten.
The people of the Lin Family had gone all night without sleep.
With red eyes, they all came out to greet Xiao Xue.
Seeing that Xiao Jiu had been rescued, they finally let out a deep sigh of relief.
She had been in charge of the Lin Residence, reassuring everyone inside while never far from her weapons.
Those with armor wore it, those with horses led them, all preparing…
Should any bad news come, they were ready to take the full force of the household and charge out into the streets.
The distant clash of swords and the booming of Qi Force echoed, tugging at many people’s hearts.
Before seeing the final outcome.
The hearts of these people were all filled with gloom.
In fact, some of them were already secretly thinking about scattering and fleeing as soon as dawn broke.
“It’s all right now, everyone return to your posts, disperse.”
Lin Huaiyu didn’t say much.
But with a slight frown of her willow brows, she seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the performance of the guardian house servants within her residence.
No one would be satisfied, after all.
When things were expected to be uneventful.
One might not notice anything amiss.
But tonight’s night attack,
had exposed all the hidden dangers in one fell swoop.
Previously, she thought that as long as she treated others with sincerity and handled affairs justly,
she would naturally be able to establish a great foundation and achieve great success.
However, reality delivered her a harsh lesson.
Being sincere to others, always sticking to the rules and trying to carry out the principle of mutual benefit was actually not the right approach.
It turned out to be less effective than Zhou Ping’an’s way, where sometimes, some things just don’t require reasoning.
As long as you are powerful, even wrongs become rights.
If you are weak, then even rights become wrongs…
Thinking of how Zhou Ping’an, leading Tang Lin’er, dared to assault Baicao Hall, causing bloodshed like a river,
and turning the impossible into possible, rescuing Little Jiu’er.
And how he stood his ground without flinching during Deng Yuanhua’s sudden attack, fighting ferociously without regard for his life.
Even when facing Qingyang County Captain leading troops to suppress him with authority, he still scoffed, cursed, and behaved without any taboo.
Such fearlessness and an unconcerned attitude towards both heaven and earth might be what she lacked.
Holding Little Jiu’er’s hand, she walked towards the inner courtyard.
Lin Huaiyu looked back.
For some reason, she suddenly realized that the young man in tattered clothes.
Seemed more suitable for surviving in this chaotic world than she did.
And indeed, he was more capable than she was at managing a territory.
…
Lin Huaiyu’s heart was overwhelmed with a torrent of emotions.
Zhou Ping’an, on the other hand, was secretly complaining.
In the events of tonight, driven by a sense of righteousness and a surge of passion,
he had charged forth.
He certainly didn’t regret it.
On the surface, there didn’t seem to be much gain, just stealthily exchanging a cultivation technique with Tang Lin’er.
But in reality, Zhou Ping’an knew.
After several battles tonight, he had finally established some footing in this world.
Even if he couldn’t fully grasp the trust and dependence in the depths of Lin Huaiyu’s eyes… merely from the mind threads reflected by the Karmic Fire Red Lotus Heart Seal in his mind, he had already understood much.
After Little Jiu’er’s mind thread turned pale red,
Lin Huaiyu’s thread had also quietly turned pale red.
He had tried before: when burned, the pale red thread could support ten times longer than the pure white one.
This means,
the quality of the pale red Wishful Heartforce was tenfold that of the white.
If described in terms of favorability level in a game,
it might have been “Friendly” before.
But now, it had reached the height of “Respect”.
As for Tang Lin’er, even after fighting alongside each other and exchanging benefits, his mind force was still pure white.
This man, who seemed casual and carefree on the outside, actually had a heart as cold as ice deep inside.
He would not easily trust others.
Which was understandable.
Hadn’t he yet to pass on the Tidal Breathing Technique to him?
So his hesitation was excusable.
Zhou Ping’an slowly walked to his dwelling; there was no movement in the Herbal Garden, perhaps the old man with white hair was just too old to stay up late and had gone into his cabin early, from which steady breathing was now heard.
None of this was of any concern.
What was slightly amiss was that in the shadow of the forest separated from the Herbal Garden by a single wall, there seemed to be a pair of eyes secretly spying on him.
