Chapter - 404 Partings And Reunions are Impermanent (5)

Ci'en stood up. Facing Yideng, he shook his head. Then he turned his body around and struck Elder Peng's chest with both palms. With a loud crashing sound, Elder Peng collided with a wall and flew out into open space. After having been struck by these 'Iron Palms', his muscles and bones shattered. Even if he had ten lives, he would still be dead.

Hearing this loud crash, Yang Guo and Xiao Longnü jumped in fright and, side by side, came out of the room. They saw Ci'en raising his hands up high, with his eyes shining with murderous lights. He loudly shouted, "What are you looking at? Once started, I might as well go all the way. Today this old man will start killing." Having said this, he channeled energy to his arms and was about to use his 'Iron Palms' again.

Reverend Yideng walked to the door entrance, shielding Yang Guo and Xiao Longnü's bodies. He sat down cross-legged and recited Buddhist verses. Then he said, "You haven't gone too far on the wrong path. You can still return. Ci'en, do you really want to sink beyond redemption?"

Ci'en's face turned blue and then red. His mind was extremely chaotic, with good and evil battling it out. Today his mind had been troubled since they encountered the snow, and it was also stirred up by the "Soul Absorbing Skill". More than that, he'd killed two people, making it very difficult to control himself. One minute Reverend Yideng was his gracious master who had been helping him, and the next he actually became his biggest personal enemy.

For a moment he stood there stiffly. Then his evil thoughts became stronger and stronger. Suddenly he gave a loud shout and attacked Reverend Yideng with his palm. Reverend Yideng brought his hand up to his chest, his body slightly swaying, as he blocked that palm strike. Ci'en angrily said, "You surely won't be able to defeat me!" Then his left palm struck again. Reverend Yideng raised his hand, yet he didn't counterstrike. Ci' en shouted, "Aren't you clever? You don't hit back. Then you'll die in vain. Don't blame me!"

Even though his mind was disturbed, his words actually made sense. His 'Iron Palms' and Reverend Yideng's "One Yang Finger" both claimed victories in battles, and years ago they were ranked equal in the martial world. Yideng's Buddhist study was the basis of their master-disciple relationship. But speaking of martial skills, even if Yideng used the "One Yang Finger" against the 'Iron Palms' skill it actually would be somewhat inferior. In a one-way attack, using his whole strength to counterstrike, he might only win by a small margin, but as time went by, Yideng would eventually be killed or severely injured. Bravely, Yideng was willing to sacrifice himself, and received Ci'en's palm strikes without hitting back. He only hoped that Ci'en would realize his mistakes and repent. This act of not using force against force was actually a battle between good and evil.

Yang Guo and Xiao Longnü witnessed how each of Ci'en's 'Iron Palms' was like an axe striking Reverend Yideng. Coming to the fourteenth strike, Yideng let out a 'wa' sound and coughed up blood. Startled, Ci'en said, "Aren't you going to fight back?" Yideng gently responded, "Why should I fight back? What good is it if I win? What good is it if you win? We must fight with ourselves, restrain ourselves!" Ci'en was confused, muttering, "Must fight with ourselves, and restrain ourselves!"

Reverend Yideng's words were like thunder rumbling in Yang Guo's mind. He thought to himself, "Must fight our own nature, and must restrain our foolish thoughts. It's certainly much more difficult than defeating powerful enemies. The words of this esteemed monk are really the truth." He saw that Ci'en's palms pause slightly in midair but, with a shout, they eventually struck down again. Yideng's body shook, and he threw up another pool of blood, staining his white beard and monk's robe.

Having seen Yideng's defense techniques and endurance, Yang Guo knew that his martial skills were in no way inferior to those of the monk in black. But this was a one-sided attack, and even a body of iron and stone could eventually be destroyed. Now, he already admired Yideng to no end, knowing full well that he wanted to sacrifice himself to change that evil person. Anyway, he couldn't bear to see Reverend Yideng perish like this. He thought about how he himself, if using only palm strength, wouldn't be able to block the 'Iron Palms' of that monk in black. He turned around to grab his black iron sword and wielded it, shielding Yideng's body. He waited for Ci'en to strike with his 'Iron Palms' again and then thrusts forward his sword.

The wind stirred up by the black iron sword clashed with the palm wind. Their bodies trembled.

Ci'en let out a surprised sound. Never would he expect that there would be a young hunter with such marvelous martial skills living on a wild mountain. Reverend Yideng also looked at Yang Guo in great surprise.

Ci'en sharply shouted, "Who are you? What are you doing?"

Yang Guo said, "The great reverend has given you great advice, how come you don't realize that? Not listening to the precious words is bad enough, but you have to be hateful and harm him. How would you not be worse than an animal acting like this?"

Ci'en furiously shouted, "Are you from the Beggar Clan too? Do you want to accompany that evil elder of the clan?"

Yang Guo laughed and said, "Those two people were the scum of the Beggar Clan. Your getting rid of those evil people was actually a good deed. Why must you beat yourself over it?"

Ci'en was startled, mumbling to himself, "Getting rid of those evil people was actually a good deed… Getting rid of those evil people was actually a good deed…"

Yang Guo had been behind the wall listening to their master-disciple verbal exchange, and so he understood Ci'en's concerns, knowing that remorse caused him to hate and stirred up his evil thoughts. He continued, "Those people were traitorous disciples of the Beggar Clan, like a wolf hiding in our homeland of China. Your killing two such people was really a great thing. If they hadn't been killed, I don't know how many of our fellow Buddhists might have had to die. Lord Buddha is merciful but, meeting with such demons, how could benevolence still be used to expel evil spirits?"

Yang Guo's knowledge of Buddhist doctrines was very shallow but to Ci'en's ears what he said actually made sense. He slowly put down his hands but then he changed his mind, vividly recalling that in the past he himself had allied with the Jin, helping them invade the great Song country. And so it was like Yang Guo was actually derogating him. He suddenly raised his palm to hack down at Yang Guo and said, "Little animal, what nonsense are you jabbering?"

This palm was fast and furious. Yang Guo was busy trying to persuade him with words and didn't expect Ci'en to suddenly launch an attack. By the time the wind from his palm arrived, it was too dangerous to counterstrike with his own force. And so he went along with that palm strength, his body leaping backward. There came two crashing sounds as he crashed into a wooden wall, and his body was thrown out of the house. Reverend Yideng was startled and thought to himself, "Would this young man have to die like this? It looked like his martial skills were good! Alas, how would I be able to save his life?" His mind was greatly troubled.

The fire in the room was suddenly blown out by a gust of wind rushing through that hole in the wall. Yang Guo came in with the wind, his sword pointing at Ci'en. He shouted, "Good, today you and I will fight." Ci'en shot out his left palm, aiming to strike Yang Guo's sword tip with his palm strength. But Yang Guo's swordplay was really a testimony of Dugu Qiubai's ingenuity. Even though their ages were far apart, he shouldn't have been able to match this old master. With his sword practice under the mountain streams, the snake gallbladders that boosted his energy, and the Divine Eagle's help, Yang Guo's sword skills were very similar to those of the unparalleled Demonic Sword Master of the past era. As Ci'en's palm arrived, Yang Guo's sword tip was only nudged a few inches aside, and it was still pointing at Ci'en's left arm. Horrified, Ci'en dodged to the right to escape the sword and quickly sent out another palm strike. With the two people's marvelous skills, the palms and the sword were battling violently.