Monk Chang Geng rarely lifted a hand to stroke the grizzled triangular beard beneath his chin. A trace of warmth appeared in his eyes as he said, "Yuan is an orphan. He grew up in a mountain village beside Great Forest Temple. Two years ago, while hunting in the mountains, he was wounded by tigers and wolves and nearly lost his life. Fortunately, monks from our temple saved him. Later, he became a lay disciple of the temple. Seeing that his nature was simple and honest, I accepted him into the Law Enforcement Hall."
Ou Peng smiled. "Those who have left the secular world keep compassion in their hearts. That is truly admirable. With such aid from you, Master, there will surely be blessings in return."
Monk Chang Geng continued, "This child's simple and honest nature suits my temperament perfectly. I had intended for the disciples under me to pass down Great Forest Temple's martial arts to him, but he began too late. The meridians in his body have already taken shape, and his prospects along the path of internal energy are dim indeed. I have been considering how best to teach him Internal Energy Cultivation Methods."
Ou Peng frowned, thinking to himself, Simple and honest, and he suits your temperament? Only ghosts would believe that. But what is the point of telling me all this?
Seeing Ou Peng frown, Monk Chang Geng knew he did not understand and continued, "However, Yuan is a natural talent for martial arts. He has spent two years in the Law Enforcement Hall, practicing countless fist arts and palm techniques, and has gained considerable insight into fist-and-foot techniques. This time, when I came to your sect, I brought him along as well, so he could broaden his horizons."
Ou Peng was still puzzled. "Then