The Profound Yin Ancestor had been having some trouble with his mood lately. His nose grew redder, his hair grew thinner, and his silences grew longer. Even pig's trotters served with pickled perilla leaves could not coax a smile out of him.
In his view, whatever hidden meaning or scheme lay in the True Person's letter, it was far too risky. If Jing Jiu guessed who he was, they would inevitably have to act.
Killing Jing, Zhao, and Liu would wipe out more than half the peak fighting strength of Green Mountain's younger generation, greatly benefiting the future revival of the Evil Path. But what were they to do now?
Dozens of days passed, and spring deepened. Rain often soaked the White Pagoda, and the pine forest grew greener. Yin San visited the vegetable garden again, and Liu S sui happened to be there.
Liu S sui handed the now-wrinkled sheets of paper back to him and said, somewhat embarrassed, "The young master said... some of it took too much for granted. It wasn't much use."
Yin San was not angry. Smiling, he said, "Is that so? It seems he has studied Buddhist Dharma to some extent as well. Might he help me resolve a few difficult questions, then?"
With that, he took another sheet of paper from his sleeve and handed it over.
As spring deepened, summer's heat naturally drew near. Cicadas had begun calling in the Fruitful Accomplishment Temple, and the Quiet Garden was no longer as quiet as before.
The white cat raised his head beneath the eaves and glanced outside the garden, thinking, They're all cicadas, so why is there such a vast gulf between these annoying little things outside and Cold Cicada? They aren't well-behaved at all.
After reading the sheet Liu S sui had