The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#780 - Got tricked again

"I just want you to leave this room quietly, that's all," Lu Jing said.

The man looked at Lu Jing again, and after confirming that the latter really had no intention of continuing the conversation, the expression on his face turned cold, and he sneered twice.

"I'm doing this for your own good. The thing in the box... is very dangerous. Anyone in this world who holds it in their hands, except for my family, will suffer misfortune."

"Hand it over to me obediently before you see what's inside. Otherwise, I bet you'll regret today's decision in the future."

"I thought you could come up with something more threatening," Lu Jing said regretfully.

"Heh heh, ignorant," the man shook his head, looking directly into Lu Jing's eyes, and said, "You will kneel in front of me, return the thing in the box to me, and then beg me to spare your life."

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After saying that, he didn't wait for Lu Jing to answer, then turned around and walked out of the room without looking back.

And after he left, Lu Jing didn't hesitate at all, and opened the iron box immediately.

Inside was... a kasaya.

Lu Jing found the material of this kasaya somewhat familiar. He reached out and touched it, confirming that it was the same material as the bib and arm guard he had obtained before, all sewn from gold thread.

However, the feel was still a little different. This kasaya was obviously rougher, and Lu Jing also found many damaged places.

The key was that the damaged places didn't seem to be cut by any magical weapon, but rather broken on their own, which made Lu Jing secretly startled. He had personally experienced the strength and toughness of the gold thread, which was enough to defend against ordinary swords.

To let the gold thread break just by leaving it untouched, how many years would that take?

At first, he thought this kasaya belonged to Grandmaster Honglian, but now it seemed that its owner was probably someone else, and it only later fell into the hands of Grandmaster Honglian.

Wen Xiaochuan moved closer and carefully examined it for a moment, then pointed to a place and said, "Look, there seems to be writing here."

Lu Jing also noticed it. He carefully picked up the kasaya and found a letter at the bottom of the box.

However, Lu Jing didn't read the letter, but first turned the kasaya over and saw the writing on the back. The writing was also sewn on, using an unknown orange thread, sewn densely, with hundreds of words.

Lu Jing looked at it for about half a cup of tea, and after guessing, he only recognized two words.

Finally, Xuan Ji, who was well-read, said, "This is the 'Martial Scripture'."

"'Martial Scripture'? What is that?"

"I've read it roughly. Judging from this, it should be a general outline of martial arts, but I haven't practiced martial arts, so I don't quite understand the contents." Xuan Ji paused and added, "The text on this kasaya is turtle shell script. Turtle shell script was used by people six thousand years ago."

"Six thousand years? That's so long ago," Xia Huai was also stunned.

On the other hand, Wen Xiaochuan frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

At this time, Lu Jing took out the letter and opened it.

This time, it was finally Grandmaster Honglian's handwriting, and after Lu Jing finished reading the letter, his body shook, and then he collapsed directly on the chair.

"What's wrong?" Xia Huai was startled and quickly picked up the letter that had slipped from Lu Jing's hand to the ground.

She was also greatly shocked after reading it, but she still didn't understand why Lu Jing would now show such a blank and hopeless expression.

The content of the letter was not complicated, it just explained the origin of this kasaya, and also included Grandmaster Honglian's translation of the content on the kasaya, as well as a piece of his advice to the person who obtained the kasaya.

Xia Huai didn't know which part of the content could torment Lu Jing like this.

"It's nothing," Lu Jing waved his hand weakly.

Then Wen Xiaochuan suddenly clapped her hands and said, "I remember! 'Martial Scripture', rumored to be the martial arts secret book left by the Buddha himself, is the source of all martial arts in the world, and is known as the number one divine skill in the martial arts world, but no one has ever seen it, and no one has ever practiced it, and even its existence is highly controversial."

"However, there are rumors that the monks of Buddhism have been secretly searching for the whereabouts of the 'Martial Scripture'. They don't know why, but they always firmly believe in the existence of this secret book, but unfortunately, thousands of years have passed, and they have not even seen the shadow of the 'Martial Scripture'... Wait, no."

"If the martial arts recorded on this kasaya are really the Martial Scripture, then Grandmaster Honglian has found it. But why didn't he tell the other monks?"

Wen Xiaochuan said to herself, "Well, the 'Martial Scripture' is the peerless martial art left by the Buddha himself. There must be many people coveting it. For his own safety, it was undoubtedly the right choice for Grandmaster Honglian to keep this matter a secret while he was still alive, but why didn't he return this kasaya to Buddhism after his death?"

"You underestimate the attraction of the 'Martial Scripture' written by the Buddha himself to the monks in the world. Moreover, just deciphering one sentence can make one's cultivation advance by leaps and bounds. Even those eminent monks are difficult to resist such temptation."

"So in the end, this matter will definitely evolve into everyone practicing the 'Martial Scripture' together, but monks are just mortals, how can they truly understand the true meaning left by the Buddha."

"In fact, Grandmaster Honglian dared to assert that no one in this world can truly understand the 'Martial Scripture' from beginning to end, so in the end, most people will only become martial arts fanatics, addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves."

As she said that, Xia Huai looked at Lu Jing with some worry.

Lu Jing still hadn't recovered at this moment. He was still slumped in the chair, like a salted fish who had lost his dream, muttering over and over again, "Is there any justice left? How can there still be internal energy cultivation methods? It's over, I've been tricked again."

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