HPDBC Chapter 173 The Contest Beneath the Teacup
Chapter 173 The Contest Beneath the Teacup
"Please take a seat,"
The blind monk waved his hand slightly, seated himself at the principal seat to the north, with the abbot and steward of Iron Mountain Temple accompanying him on each side.@@@@
It was apparent that within Iron Mountain Temple, this blind monk held an extremely high status, far above that of the abbot, although he usually kept a low profile.
Ye Feng didn't dither, and immediately sat down, while Hong Qingyan took a seat to the side.
"Judging from the donor's imposing manner, surely he is not from an ordinary household. May I ask where you hail from?" the abbot asked with his hands pressed together in salute.
Ye Feng answered with a smile, "I am here today merely to enjoy some tea. As for my origins, that need not be mentioned."
The abbot replied with a laugh, "It was impertinent of this old monk. As the saying goes, 'A hero need not mention whence he comes.'"
Ye Feng did not continue the conversation. Throughout this time, he was glancing at the blind monk opposite him with his peripheral vision.
Even though the blind monk continued to sit solemnly, expressionless, Ye Feng, who possessed insights beyond the naked eye, could detect an almost imperceptible murderous aura emanating from the man.
Although this murderous aura was very faint, it was extremely sharp. Ye Feng was certain, the old blind monk had killed before, and not just a few.
In other words, decades ago, the other party might have been a formidable figure in the Martial Arts World.
However, Ye Feng was puzzled. If one were to look at the major figures in the Martial Arts World over the last hundred years, he was generally familiar with them all. Yet he had never heard of a Martial King Realm blind monk.
"Perhaps the other party is dressed as a monk on purpose to hide his identity," Ye Feng pondered silently, maintaining a calm exterior.
Although the blind monk was sightless, he was adeptly preparing tea, and his movements clearly showed that he was well-versed in the art of the tea ceremony.
Soon, wafts of tea fragrance permeated the small courtyard. All of a sudden, the blind monk spoke up, "Honorable guest, take a guess. What tea is this old monk brewing?"
Ye Feng shook his head and replied, "I haven't had this tea before and cannot make it out, but it is said that the Longjing Tea from East of the River is unparalleled. Since Iron Mountain Temple is a renowned place in the East of the River, the tea served to guests must surely be Longjing, I presume?"
The blind monk laughed heartily, "The guest is indeed exceptionally intelligent. At such a young age, you possess such a keen sense, your future achievements will surely be boundless. However, you might not be aware that the tea this old monk is brewing has another name."
Smiling, Ye Feng said, "Oh? Please enlighten me."
The abbot and the steward of Iron Mountain Temple were puzzled, wondering what their leader was doing. Why wasn't he acting now?
But given the current situation, they did not feel it was appropriate to ask.
After drinking three cups in a row, Ye Feng finally stood up and said with a smile, "Indeed, the tea is good. Thank you, the three of you. I shall take my leave."
Having said that, he turned around, took Hong Qingyan's small hand, and slowly left the courtyard.
The Blind Monk still sat without moving. As he remained immobile, the abbot and the steward dared not make any rash moves, quietly watching Ye Feng's retreating figure until both had completely disappeared around the corner of the courtyard's corridors.
"Leader, why did you just now..." Only then did the abbot finally dare to speak out.
But before he could finish, the Blind Monk suddenly spat out a mouthful of old blood with a 'pfft', coughing and shaking so violently that he almost couldn't sit straight.
"Leader, what's the matter... are you hurt?" The abbot and the steward were shocked and hurried over to support him.
The Old Blind Monk waved his hand, sighing weakly, "Don't worry, I won't die just yet, I've just suffered some internal injuries."
The abbot asked in shock, "Was it just now, that boy, who shook you up? How is that possible!"
The Old Blind Monk sighed, "At first I also thought it was impossible, perhaps I was careless as well. But no matter how you look at it, this young man, despite his age, has a power... far above mine. It is truly terrifying!"
The steward exclaimed, "That boy's power is even stronger than yours, Leader? Doesn't that mean he is already a High-Level Martial King? That's too terrifying. He doesn't even seem to be thirty yet, does he?"
The Old Blind Monk, suppressing the turbulent Qi within his body, waved his hand and said, "This young man surely has an extraordinary background. And tonight, he sought out Iron Mountain Temple. Whether intentionally or not, we must be on guard."
"Does it mean he has already found out our origins?" After uttering these words, the abbot's face was overtaken with a look of astonishment.
"He shouldn't have. If he did, he wouldn't have left so easily just now and would not have let us off so lightly," the Old Blind Monk said.
The abbot continued, "But no matter what, he has already sensed something just now. We must send someone to track and investigate this boy thoroughly."
The Old Blind Monk said, "Sending someone is fine, but ordinary people absolutely won't do. This young man is already a High-Level Martial King, nearly fully opening his acupoints. If ordinary people even get slightly close, he would immediately detect them. Call the third brother back from the headquarters of the Jiangzuo Alliance, let him take action personally!"
The abbot agreed, "Indeed, the third brother possesses peerless Qinggong. This matter must be investigated by him personally."