novel bin Chapter 88 Looting the Corpse
Chapter 88 Looting the Corpse
Zhao Yu released his grip, and Tian Boguang's body fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.
Yilin cautiously approached and glanced at the corpse on the ground: "Young master, did you kill this villain?"
"Hmm." Zhao Yu nodded, patting the dust off his hands. "This kind of womanizer who has harmed countless people is only a nuisance if kept alive. What, little master, are you going to lecture me about this?"
Yilin quickly waved her hand, her cheeks slightly flushed: "No, young master, you misunderstand. My master also taught me that although Buddhism has a compassionate heart, it also has a fierce and wrathful spirit. We should not show mercy to evil people; punishing the wicked and eliminating evil is what we martial artists should do."
She solemnly repeated her teacher's teachings, trying hard to appear serious, but her still-childish face only made her look more adorable.
Zhao Yu couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing, young master?" Yilin asked, looking at him with some confusion.
Zhao Yu suppressed his smile and casually said, "It's nothing. I just didn't expect the nun from Hengshan Sect to be so understanding. Even though she's a Buddhist, she can still teach her disciples in such a way."
His words might not be enough to fool others, but they were more than enough to deal with a simple-minded girl like Yilin.
She nodded earnestly: "Young master, you may not know this, but although my Hengshan Sect is a Buddhist sect, we also protect the people of this region. Killing evil people is saving good people, and this is also a meritorious deed."
Zhao Yu said no more and squatted down to begin examining Tian Boguang's body.
Yilin curiously crouched down beside him and asked, "What are you looking for, young master?"
"Find his lightness skill manual," Zhao Yu said without looking up. "Tian Boguang's swordsmanship is mediocre, but his 'Wandering Alone for Ten Thousand Miles' lightness skill is passable. It's a waste of his talent to have it in his hands, but I'll use it to learn from it."
Yilin was somewhat puzzled: "Would he carry something as important as a martial arts manual with him? Our sect's manuals are all kept in the Scripture Pavilion."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yu had already pulled out a tightly wrapped booklet from Tian Boguang's clothes.
He opened the package, and the four large characters "Wandering Alone for Thousands of Miles" came into view on the cover.
"Found it." Zhao Yu smiled.
Yilin's eyes widened in disbelief: "How could he really carry the secret manual with him?"
Zhao Yu glanced at her and explained, "The world of martial arts isn't as safe as your sect's."
"Your Hengshan Sect has a fixed mountain gate and a place to stay, with masters and fellow disciples to look after you. Tian Boguang, on the other hand, is a lone bandit hunted by everyone in the world, wandering from place to place, never settling down. Today he might be on Hengshan Mountain, and tomorrow he might be on Huashan Mountain. If he doesn't carry the secret manual with him, are you going to leave it in some cave waiting to be stolen?"
"Moreover, martial arts skills are not something you can discard once you've learned them. Even if you know the moves by heart, you must review them every day. If you accidentally remember the wrong technique or mess up your breathing, you might lose all your martial arts skills at best, or even suffer a qi deviation at worst. So you must carry them with you at all times."
There's a reason why sometimes you can find secret manuals by looting corpses.
Who could someone like Tian Boguang trust? He could only keep his fundamental martial arts techniques close to his body.
Yilin nodded thoughtfully, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Zhao Yu: "Young master, you know so much. You must be a senior with rich experience in the martial world."
Zhao Yu couldn't help but chuckle: "Do I look like I'm very old?"
Yilin chuckled, lowered her head, and remained silent.
Seeing Zhao Yu looking through the manual, she curiously fiddled with the odds and ends that Tian Boguang had scattered on the ground: a few silver ingots, a small dagger, and several porcelain bottles.
"What are all these bottles and jars?" Yilin picked up a small white porcelain bottle, wanting to open it and take a look.
Zhao Yu glanced at it and shook his head helplessly: "Have you forgotten who Tian Boguang is?"
Yilin was somewhat bewildered upon hearing this: "Who? Isn't he just a lecherous thief..."
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly realized something, and as if burned by fire, she quickly threw away what she was holding.
"This...this is that kind of harmful drug!" she stammered, her ears turning bright red.
Zhao Yu shrugged: "Otherwise what? What good stuff could a womanizer possibly carry?"
Yilin blushed and lowered her head shyly.
It was quite beautiful, and Zhao Yu even took a few glances at it.
After reading it, he put the book "A Lone Journey" into his pocket and then stood up.
Tian Boguang tampered with the manual, adding coded messages. If you try to practice it according to the instructions, you probably won't be able to master the skill of traveling alone for thousands of miles.
However, this tactic is useless against Zhao Yu, and he will be able to counter it in the future.
"Young master, are we leaving now?" Yilin stood up and dusted off her monk's robe.
"Whether we go or not is up to you." Zhao Yu stretched. "We still don't know how that Senior Brother Linghu you mentioned is doing. Should we go into the city to find the abbess of the Hengshan Sect, or go into the mountains to find him first?"
"Ah! Senior Brother Linghu!"
Yilin then seemed to wake from a dream, looking guilty: "I almost forgot, it was to save me that Senior Brother Linghu fought with Tian Boguang."
With that, she turned and walked deeper into the woods: "Young master, I know where they fought. I'll take you there."
Zhao Yu nodded and followed.
Although Linghu Chong is impulsive and sometimes doesn't know what's good for him, he is generally a chivalrous person.
It wouldn't take much effort to help him out.
After taking only a few steps, Yilin suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Tian Boguang's corpse on the ground: "Young Master, although Tian Boguang is a villain, isn't it a bit inappropriate to leave his body exposed in the wilderness like this?"
Zhao Yu shook his head; monks are indeed soft-hearted.
He kicked the single-edged sword off the ground and gripped it in his hand.
"Of course we can't just leave it like this."
As he spoke, Zhao Yu flicked his wrist and precisely stabbed Tian Boguang in the chest with his single blade.
The previously motionless corpse suddenly twitched violently. Tian Boguang abruptly opened his eyes, staring intently at Zhao Yu: "You...you!"
Tian Boguang only managed to utter two words before his head lolled to the side and he breathed his last.
Yilin was startled and exclaimed, "He...he's still alive?"
Zhao Yu clapped his hands: "He was alive just now, but he's really dead now."
Tian Boguang has been able to roam the martial arts world for so long without being robbed of his chivalrous deeds, so he must have some skills. Before Zhao Yu could even exert his full strength, he had already begun to play dead.
It looked like Zhao Yu had broken his neck, but he was still breathing.
Zhao Yu was well aware of Tian Boguang's little tricks, but since Tian Boguang wanted to play dead, Zhao Yu was saved a lot of trouble.
And just like that, with one swift stroke, the matter was settled, simple and straightforward.
Yilin looked at the corpse on the ground, her face showing lingering fear. Today she truly witnessed what the treacherous nature of the martial world meant.
A seemingly refined young gentleman may be a master with extraordinary skills; an enemy who appears to be dead may be waiting to bite back.
After this incident, the young nun, who had always been well protected by the Hengshan Sect, finally understood what it meant for people's hearts to be unpredictable.
Zhao Yu called out, "Let's go, let's go find someone."