For someone as insignificant as this, Yang Chengye wouldn't have paid attention either. Fortunately, he ran into himself today; if he had run into someone else, that shopkeeper would really have swindled him.

  At this time, the boss smiled and said to Yang Chengye: "Young master, it's all because of my fault for using such a thing with dog eyes to look down on people. Please don't blame me."

  "Please take a seat, today's meal is on me, consider it as an apology!"

  Yang Chengye waved his hand and said: "It's just a small matter, it's not worth mentioning, let bygones be bygones."

  "I'm going back to my room now, tell the waiter to send the wine and dishes to the room, and don't disturb me unless it's necessary."

  Yang Chengye said and directly threw the hundred taels of silver to the boss, then turned around and went upstairs.

  The boss grasped the silver, his excited eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said loudly: "Young master, don't worry, I'll take care of it."

  Yang Chengye returned to his room, and before long, Xiao Er brought in wine, dishes, and hot water.

  Yang Chengye is still relatively satisfied with his boss's efficiency in handling affairs.

  Yang Chengye ate his fill and drank enough, then took a hot bath, closed the door and began to read the first volume of "Nine Yin Scripture".

  The lower volume of "Jiuyin Zhenjing" has been memorized by Yang Chengyi and hidden in a safe place.

  Yang Chengye still wanted to get the upper volume after all, the upper volume is the essence of the entire scripture, while the lower volume only records the martial arts moves.

  Open the scriptures, and what enters one's eyes is still small seal script.

  The Way of Heaven reduces the excessive and augments the insufficient. Therefore, the empty overcomes the full, and the insufficient overcomes the excessive. Its meaning is vast, its principle profound, its interest deep. The images of heaven and earth are divided, yin and yang do not interfere with each other, the curves of transformation are displayed, the signs of life are clearly shown, without planning, the legacy is naturally the same, without being concise, the mysterious and bright are in harmony...

  Yang Chengye looked at my obscure words, frequently furrowing his brow. Fortunately, Huang Chang had previously pointed out to him the lower part of the classic texts, so it was only a matter of time before he understood the upper part as well.

  But for now it's not yet time to cultivate, so I'll just memorize the scriptures first and cultivate them later when I have more time.

  Yang Chengye spent a full three days before he could memorize the entire upper canon of the "Nine Yin Scriptures", for no other reason than that the text was too obscure, and fundamentally had no rules to follow.

  For three days, Yang Chengye did not leave his house, and even meals were delivered to his room by the shopkeeper.

  On the fourth day, Yang Chengye washed up and walked out of the room to the lobby downstairs, ordered a few buns and a bowl of porridge, and then asked the shopkeeper to settle the bill.

  The shopkeeper also knew that Yang Chengye was a big customer and didn't dare to neglect him, so he hurriedly ran to the counter to settle the bill for Yang Chengye.

  Before long, the shop assistant returned to Yang Chengye and said: "Sir, our boss said that your expenses for these few days are all waived, it's considered compensation from our inn."

  The shopkeeper put a hundred taels of silver on the table as he spoke.

  Yang Chengye asked: "Where is your boss?"

  The young shop assistant said: "Our boss had an urgent matter and returned to the capital yesterday. All these were arranged by the boss before he left."

  "Alright, since you're like that, I won't be polite either."

  Yang Chengye said as he pushed the silver to the shopkeeper, "Go and buy a good horse for me, and the rest is yours."

  The shopkeeper was overjoyed when he heard this and knew that Yang Chengye was a generous customer, but he didn't expect him to be so generous.

  This is a hundred taels of silver, and buying a horse would cost no more than ten taels at most. Now Yang Chengye has given all the remaining amount to Xiao Er, which is undoubtedly a windfall for the shop assistant.

  According to the economic status of the Song Dynasty at that time, one or two silver was equivalent to about 600 yuan now, and one hundred or two was about 60,000 yuan.

  Who would be willing to give more than 500,000 yuan to a shop assistant?

  However, Yang Chengye had no concept of silver, and when he saw the shopkeeper's trembling expression due to shock, he knew he was being too generous.

  But once spoken, words are like spilled water and cannot be retrieved, so I can only nod reluctantly.

  The shopkeeper who had received the bribe quickly led out a fine horse.

  "Sir, this is a fine horse from the Western Regions, sold by a foreign merchant. It can run 800 li in one day. I've bought a smaller one for you!"

  The little shopkeeper led the horse and came before Yang Chengye, saying in a self-congratulatory tone.

  Yang Chengye looked at this tall and majestic horse with a high tail, a large body, and not a single speck of impurity on its coat, and couldn't help but praise it repeatedly.

  I had long heard that the Sweat Blood Horse was a specialty of the Western Regions, with sweat flowing out like blood, but I had never seen one before. Who would have thought that today I would actually see one?

  Yang Chengye nodded in satisfaction, shouldered the urn containing the ashes of Monk Jueyuan, mounted his horse, and galloped southward with a flourish of his whip.

  Yang Chengye's trip was not entirely successful, but he did obtain the upper volume of the "Nine Yin Scripture", so it wasn't a wasted trip after all.

  He returned at a rapid pace, and within half a month, Yang Chengye arrived at Fenglingdu Port. Disregarding others' discontent, he directly chartered a ferry boat and led his horse to the opposite bank of the river.

  Yang Chengye entered the Central Plains of Henan, and his first stop was Mount Song Shaolin Temple. He wanted to send the ashes of Juewu to Shaolin Temple, while also exposing the conspiracy of Jue Xin and the monks.

  Yang Chengye had been to Shaolin Temple once before, so this time was a familiar journey, and he quickly arrived at the foot of Mount Shaoshi.

  Yang Chengye stepped up the stairs and arrived at the temple gate. He said to the monk who received guests, "This monk, I request an audience with the Abbot Xu Kong."

  The monk raised his hand in a single-handed salute and said, "I don't know what the donor wants to see the abbot about."

  Yang Chengye said: "It's about Master Juewu, please go and inform Master beforehand."

  Upon hearing this, the monk's face changed and he said: "Master, please follow me!"

  The monk finished speaking and hastily led Yang Chengye into the temple.

  The monk led Yang Chengye along the long corridor inside the temple, winding and turning, finally stopping in front of a Zen room.

  "Master, there is a donor who wishes to see you, it's about something related to Master Shi Bo."

  The monk greeted the guest in front of the Zen room.

  As soon as the monk finished speaking, the door of the Zen room creaked open.

  A monk with a yellow robe, holding prayer beads, and having a square face and big ears came out.

  This person is Xukong, the current abbot of Shaolin Temple, and is of the same generation as Zhuo.

  "Amitabha Buddha, old monk is empty and does not know which donor wants to see old monk?"

  Xu Kong looked at Yang Chengye and asked knowingly.

  Yang Chengye just wanted to hand over the affairs of enlightenment and awakening as soon as possible, so that he could return to Lin'an as soon as possible, so he didn't care about Kongkong's rudeness.

  "In the lower Yangtze region, I have come to seek an audience with Master Xu Kong, entrusted by the late Master Juewu."

  At these words, Kong Qiu's eyes widened in surprise and he asked: "What did you say? Is it the entrustment of the dying Awakened One?"

  Yang Chengye nodded and said: "Yes!"

  Yang Chengye nodded and suddenly squeezed the Buddhist beads in his hand, causing them to scatter all over the floor with a "rattling" sound.

  "Void" roared: "Why did Enlightenment die? Tell me in detail!"

  Yang Chengye was also unhappy at this time and said coldly: "Is this the hospitality of Shaolin Temple?"

  All distinguished guests, if you like it, please don't hesitate to cast your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets, and take the opportunity to collect them, thank you!

  (End of chapter)