Master Jingjue, who was already exhausted, sat down on a rock nearby.
Yang Wushuang picked up the fallen package and Zen stick and put them aside, and helped the master bandage his wounds.
Master Jingjue only said, "Young lady, you have amazing skills." Yang Wushuang smiled slightly.
Master Jingjue continued, "Recently, I heard rumors that there is a secret Tai Chi manual in Yangjiayu, a Tai Chi village not far from here. It is said that this manual can gain the help of the gods and break the techniques of controlling gods in the world. It is a rare and wonderful method of supreme cultivation in the world."
Hearing this, Yang Wushuang said, "There is such a thing! I have never heard of it. Are you also trying to steal this secret book?"
Master Jingjue said, "Miss, you are wrong! I am Master Jingjue of Shaolin. Shaolin is known as the authentic martial arts school in the world. How can I do such a bandit thing? I just want to see the real secret book, maybe find a copy for my collection to make up for the lack of Shaolin martial arts collection."
"So that's how it is! Then why did we fight just now?" Yang Wushuang asked.
Master Jingjue said, "When I arrived here, I wanted to take a short rest. Unexpectedly, three monsters rushed out from the woods, and after hearing about the martial arts secrets, they started fighting after a disagreement. If the young lady had not intervened in time, I would have been beheaded. Thank you, young lady!" As he spoke, Master Jingjue stood up and respectfully clasped his hands together to thank Yang Wushuang.
Yang Wushuang waved her hands and said, "Master, you are serious! I cannot accept such a great gift!" She helped Master Jingjue, who was bowing to the ground, up and said, "My home is not far from here. Please come in and have a vegetarian meal. It will be worth your trip."
Yang Wushuang supported Master Jingjue and walked towards the nearby village.
At this time, the sky had already darkened, and a round bright moon hung in the eastern sky. The bright moonlight enveloped the quiet mountain village.
Walking into the spacious courtyard of the Yang family, it was no longer as lively as before. Thinking of her naughty brother, Yang Wushuang burst into tears.
"Mom! I'm back!" Yang Wushuang shouted loudly, breaking the peace of the courtyard.
Following that familiar voice, Mrs. Yang, who looked much older, walked out of the living room.
"Are you Shuang'er?" Mrs. Yang asked her daughter who was standing in front of her with a trembling voice.
Yang Mingyu, who followed behind, persuaded his wife: "Are you missing your daughter so much that you are sick? She won't come back. Go back and rest for a while!"
"Dad, Mom! I'm back!" At this time, Yang Wushuang could no longer control his emotions. He rushed to his parents and grabbed his mother's arm tightly.
Yang Mingyu was also stunned by the scene in front of him. His daughter was standing in front of him alive. Is this true? It has been more than a year, and his daughter has not been seen alive or dead. She is still alive! She is back again. Yang Mingyu also began to doubt his eyes.
"It's Shuang'er!" Mrs. Yang, who was already a little dull, said softly. Yang Mingyu, who was standing beside her, supported the trembling lady.
Under the moonlight, Master Jingjue behind him silently watched everything happening before his eyes.
"Mother feels Shuang'er will not die. I always dream of you chatting with mother." Madam Yang took Miss Wushuang through the hall and Yang Mingyu followed closely beside her. They came to the room where Yang Wushuang used to live.
Master Jingjue followed silently behind and stood outside the door.
"Look! After you left, I have been here to clean, but your things are still the same as before." Madam Yang said with a dull expression, "This is your and Wu Yugang's treasure. I will let you get married soon."
Yang Wushuang listened to her mother's story, looked around the spotlessly clean room, and looked at the jade pendant and ginseng on the desk.
"Mom!" At this moment, Yang Wushuang could no longer bear the suppressed pain in her heart, and she hugged her mother while crying bitterly.
Mrs. Yang burst into tears. She patted her daughter's arm weakly and cried, "I miss you so much! You are still alive! Do you know how I live? I always want to find you, but I don't know where to find you!"
Yang Wushuang hugged her mother tightly, crying inconsolably.
Yang Mingyu, who was standing by, could no longer suppress the pain in his heart and cried with his face covered! This iron-willed man who traveled the world, this father who never showed his emotions, was also made of flesh and blood. It was hard to control one's emotions when they were deep!
Yang Mingyu wiped the tears from his face and walked out the door.
"Amitabha! Things in this world are unpredictable. A family should be happy to be reunited after a long separation." Master Jingjue clapped his hands a few times, awakening Yang Mingyu who was in grief.
Yang Mingyu was somewhat surprised by the old monk who suddenly appeared in front of him, and asked, "Master! What are you doing?"
"Amitabha! Benefactor, extreme joy or sorrow can harm your body! I am the Shaolin Jingjue who was rescued by your daughter!" Master Jingjue said gently.
After hearing the words in the yard, the mother and daughter in the house stopped crying.
Madam Yang wiped her tears and said to her daughter: "Mother, what's wrong? You should be happy to see your daughter back!"
Yang Wushuang wiped away the tears on her face and said to her mother: "You are happy!"
"Let's get ready quickly. We have to celebrate our daughter's return!" Yang Mingyu said happily to the mother and daughter in the house at the door.
The hall began to become lively.
"Aunt is a god!" Yang Chenxiao's two-year-old son was playing with his aunt.
Yang Wushuang looked at this lovely nephew and said with a sad face: "Although my aunt is a fairy, she doesn't have the art of bringing the dead back to life. Alas! If my aunt had the art of bringing the dead back to life, my younger brother Yang Chenguang might be happier now, maybe---."
"Don't mention those sad things! Even if you can bring the dead back to life, now, alas! Everyone has his own destiny, and Yang Chenguang is that destiny. How can people fight against destiny! Don't be pessimistic!" Yang Mingjian persuaded his niece.
Yang Chenming, the only son of Yang Mingjian, who was doing business abroad, came home to visit his parents and called out to the little boy who was playing: "Come here, uncle, give me a hug!"
"It's time to eat!" Yang Chenxiao and his wife walked into the living room carrying dishes, breaking the silence in the house.
With the help of her sister-in-law Yang Mei, Mrs. Yang quickly prepared a sumptuous vegetarian meal.
Master Jingjue used water instead of wine, picked up the cup, and said to the Yang family members sitting around the table: "Congratulations to the family on your happy reunion. It is really hard to refuse such a kind invitation. I am sorry for being rude!" After that, he drank it all in one gulp.
Yang Mingyu politely served food to the master and asked softly, "Master, I am honored to have you here. I am the head of this Tai Chi Village. I hope you can give me some pointers."
Master Jingjue said with a few hands: "Nice to meet you! I have heard rumors in the past few days that there is a Tai Chi secret manual here. People in the martial arts world have already heard the news and moved!" (To be continued)