“You’re Hou Shen, right?” Mei Qing addressed the chained figure before him, “Seemed to have another name in the martial world, the Divine Monkey.”
“You know my reputation, so why bother talking? If you’ve got guts, just give me a quick death. If not, release me now,” Hou Shen wasn’t very old, of average height, slightly lean, with long arms and legs. His face wasn’t particularly striking, but his eyes were extremely lively, darting around as he spoke, exuding a sense of arrogant indifference. Who would have thought this fellow would still be so brazen, even as a captured prisoner.
“Reckless!” Zhao Dayou’s beard bristled with indignation, “A petty thief like you, still not behaving after coming here! You’re asking for a beating!”
Hou Shen stood defiantly, glaring fiercely at Zhao Dayou, provoking the latter into furious shouts and raising his hand to strike. However, Mei Qing gestured, and Zhao Dayou, still fuming, fell silent.
“Reputation, you say?” Mei Qing’s expression was half-smiling, “I’ve indeed heard you’re quite formidable, being the last disciple of Master Tie Sancun, known for skills like ‘Hand Never Returns Empty’ and ‘Infiltration Without Failure.’ But I didn’t expect… it’s all exaggerated. Don’t glare at me like that. Everyone can boast, but how come you, so skilled, were seen through and captured by me, a mere scholar who doesn’t know martial arts? Talking big now, if it gets out, not only would you be ashamed, but even Master Tie Sancun, who has already retired, would be humiliated to death.”
Hou Shen, who had been feigning calm, was suddenly provoked by Mei Qing’s words. He spat sharply, “Hmph, pretty boy, don’t play big in front of me! You just got lucky catching me, what’s so impressive about that? Kill me or let me go, stop mocking me!”
“Fortune?” Mei Qing scoffed, “What I despise most are people like you. If you’re not skilled, just admit it and submit. Don’t blame everything on luck. Do you think boasting can scare people?”
“Who’s boasting? You just got lucky, what do you mean I’m not skilled? If you’re so good, release me and see if you can catch me again!” Hou Shen shouted angrily.
Mei Qing looked at Hou Shen with a meaningful expression and sneered, “Nonsense! The Ming Empire is vast; if I release you, this monkey could hide in any corner and become a turtle hiding its head. Of course, I wouldn’t find you. Shame on you for even saying that!”
“Who’s hiding like a turtle?” Hou Shen yelled, “If you dare to release me, I’ll steal your treasure house clean. I’ll see if you still have the guts to boast!”
Mei Qing laughed and said, “Really? Hou Shen, how about we make a bet?”
“What bet?” Hou Shen glared at Mei Qing.
“You’re Hou Shen, right?” Mei Qing addressed the shackled Hou Shen before him. “I hear you have a nickname in the martial world—Divine Monkey.”
“If you know my reputation, why waste words? If you’ve got the guts, give me a quick death. If not, let me go now.” Hou Shen, though not very old, was of medium build, slightly lean, with long limbs. His face was unremarkable, but his eyes were exceptionally lively, darting around as he spoke, exuding an air of indifference. It was hard to believe this guy could be so arrogant, still spouting off even as a prisoner.
“Insolent!” Zhao Dayou, standing beside them, bristled with anger. “A petty thief like you, still acting up even here! You’re asking for a beating!”
Hou Shen stiffened his neck and glared fiercely at Zhao Dayou, provoking him to shout and raise his hand to strike. Only when Mei Qing waved his hand did Zhao Dayou reluctantly back down.
“Reputation, huh?” Mei Qing’s expression was half-smiling. “I’ve heard you’re quite formidable, the last disciple of Master Tie Sancun, known for never leaving a place empty-handed. But it seems… it was all just talk—don’t glare at me, anyone can boast. If you’re so skilled, how did a scholar like me, with no martial skills, see through you and capture you? If word gets out, not only you, but even Master Tie Sancun, who has retired, would die of shame.”
Hou Shen, who had been feigning calm, was instantly provoked by Mei Qing’s words. He sneered, “Bah, pretty boy, stop acting all high and mighty in front of me! You just got lucky catching me, that’s all. If you’ve got the guts, kill me or let me go! Stop wasting my time!”
“Luck?” Mei Qing said with disdain. “What I despise most is people like you. If you’re not as skilled as others, just admit it. Blaming everything on luck—do you think boasting will scare people?”
“Who’s boasting? You just got lucky, that’s all. If you’re so skilled, let me go and see if you can catch me again!” Hou Shen shouted angrily.
Mei Qing looked at Hou Shen with a meaningful smile. “Nonsense! The Ming Empire is vast. If I let you go, you’d just hide in some corner like a turtle, and of course, I wouldn’t be able to find you. How shameless of you to even suggest it!”
“Who’s a turtle?!” Hou Shen screeched. “If you dare let me go, I’ll clean out your treasure vault. Let’s see if you can still boast then!”
Mei Qing chuckled. “Really? Hou Shen, how about we make a bet?”
“What bet?” Hou Shen glared at him.
Mei Qing leisurely took out an inkstone from a leather pouch in his sleeve and placed it on the table before him. “Hou Shen, isn’t this what you’re after? I’ll put this pouch and its contents back in the vault. If you’re as skilled as you claim, come and steal it. If you succeed, I’ll let bygones be bygones. From then on, I’ll call you ‘Master Hou.’ How about that?”
Hou Shen sneered. “Fine, if you’ve got the guts, let me go. Let’s see if I can steal it!”
“And if you fail and fall into my hands again, what then?” Mei Qing asked.
“If I fail, I’ll call you ‘Master’!” Hou Shen said angrily.
Mei Qing’s face turned cold. “Hou Shen, don’t push your luck! You’re the one boasting about your skills. If you fail again, is that all you’re willing to bet? Is the great Divine Monkey only worth a ‘Master’? As a prisoner, I’m giving you a chance out of respect for your master. How can you say something so trivial? Such nerve!”
Hou Shen’s face turned red, and he shouted, “Then what do you propose? If you catch me again, I’ll take your surname!”
“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear,” Mei Qing said, looking directly at Hou Shen. “I don’t need you to change your surname. If I catch you, you’ll serve under me, loyal for life, at my command. How about that?”
Hou Shen, seeing Mei Qing’s confident expression, suddenly felt a pang of doubt, as if he had been tricked by this elegant imperial guard officer. But since he had already spoken, he couldn’t back down now. He stiffened and said, “Fine, let’s bet. I’m not afraid of you!”
“Good,” Mei Qing nodded. “Officer Zhao, remove Hou Shen’s shackles and let him go.”
Zhao Dayou was stunned. They had gone through so much trouble to capture this guy, and now Mei Qing was letting him go over a bet. It seemed like a joke. But since Mei Qing was highly favored by the Sixth Master, who had given him full authority, Zhao Dayou didn’t dare object. He immediately fetched the keys and removed Hou Shen’s shackles.
Hou Shen stretched his limbs and rubbed his wrists, his face dark and silent. After a moment, he said to Mei Qing, “You’re really letting me go? Aren’t you afraid I’ll break my word and never return?”
Mei Qing smiled. “I’ve already written to your master, Master Tie. News will inevitably spread. If you’re shameless enough to do such a thing, go ahead. Honestly, if it comes to that, even if you beg me to take you in, I wouldn’t—I couldn’t bear the shame.”
“Fine! You’re ruthless!” Hou Shen said through gritted teeth. “I’ll steal the inkstone within three days. Just wait and see!”
“No problem. I’ve got the whip and cage ready, just waiting for you to show up!”
Hou Shen, being straightforward, left after saying his piece. His leather pouch and dagger were his treasures, but since Mei Qing didn’t mention them, he didn’t have the face to ask for them. He had to prepare for the bet first.
After Hou Shen left, Mei Qing smiled at Zhao Dayou. “Officer Zhao, this bet with Hou Shen is of great importance. There are a few critical things that need to be prepared, and I’ll need your help.”
Zhao Dayou grinned from ear to ear. “Of course, of course, Master Mei. Just give the orders, and I’ll make sure everything is done properly!”
Mei Qing whispered a few instructions to him, explaining in detail. Finally, he said, “These matters are crucial. Not a single thing can go wrong. I’ll count on you. Once we catch that guy, I’ll treat you to a feast and sing your praises.”
Zhao Dayou waved his hand. “Master Mei, you’re too kind! These are just small tasks. I’ll make sure everything is perfect! I’ll get right on it!” With that, he excused himself and left, holding a teapot, full of enthusiasm.
“Is that all?” the Sixth Master asked Wu Bing, who stood before him.
Wu Bing, expressionless, replied calmly, “Apart from the tasks assigned to Zhao Dayou, Mei Qing has also rearranged the duty roster for the vault, changing the shifts of several people. In my opinion, Mei Qing seems to favor Yao Dingguo and Zhou Chang. Qian San, who was injured during the encounter with the thief, was sent home to recuperate. Now, Zhao Dayou is the only one holding the key to the small vault. Additionally, Mei Qing visited the Records Office to retrieve the files of all theft cases from recent years. He also spent some time at the Confucius Temple, buying a few things. Here’s the list.”
The Sixth Master looked at the list in his hand, pondered for a moment, and gradually revealed a meaningful smile. “That kid! He’s got some tricks up his sleeve!” After a moment of thought, he added, “Keep an eye on things these next few days. If there’s a chance to help him, do so—that kid is clever, he might even ask for your help. Also, call the Sun brothers over.”
Wu Bing acknowledged and left. Soon, two oddly featured men entered. The Sixth Master gave them a few instructions and then dismissed them. He sat alone in the room, silent for a long time.
After a while, a hidden door in the corner of the room opened, and out came Zhong Shu, the steward of Mei Qing’s household. Zhong Shu frowned at the Sixth Master, who was sitting by the desk. “What’s the matter now, old man? Can’t you handle anything smoothly?”
The Sixth Master turned his head, his expression calm. “Old friend, things are getting more and more interesting.”
Mei Qing sat cross-legged, his spirit connected with Bi Zhen. After a few tender words, he asked, “Zhen’er, do you know of any Taoist master with the surname Mo in the cultivation world?”
Bi Zhen replied, “If we’re talking about a Taoist master with the surname Mo, the first that comes to mind is Mo Yueding, the former leader of the Shenxiao Sect. However, he was defeated in a battle with Zhang Liusun, the leader of the Xuanjiao Sect, during the early days of the Yuan Dynasty, and his soul was destroyed.”
Mei Qing suddenly remembered. Bi Zhen had mentioned this before, but at the time, his mind was unstable, and he had to rely on Ding Jia for support, so he had overlooked it. Now, hearing Bi Zhen mention it again, he immediately concluded that the scene he had seen in the inkstone—the red-robed Taoist surrounded by five golden talismans, exploding and dying—was Mo Yueding, the leader of the Shenxiao Sect.
If that was the case, then the person in the inkstone must be Zhang Liusun, the leader of the Xuanjiao Sect. But he couldn’t understand why he had felt such a strong connection, or why there had been so many strange occurrences. It was said that Zhang Liusun had perished during his ascension, struck down by heavenly lightning, his soul destroyed. This inkstone had been presented as a tribute to the court, so it couldn’t possibly have any connection to Zhang Liusun.
Even if, by some stretch, the inkstone was indeed Zhang Liusun’s, and it contained secrets about him, what did that have to do with Mei Qing? Why did he keep having these encounters with the inkstone?
When he had experienced those scenes in the inkstone, it wasn’t like watching a play. The triumphant joy of killing Mo Yueding, the pain of being struck by purple lightning, the anger of being betrayed and burned by purple flames, and the complex emotions he felt towards the woman named Mei Ji—it was as if he had lived through it all himself.
Bi Zhen, noticing Mei Qing’s prolonged silence, sent a mental inquiry. When Mei Qing had told her about breaking the golden core’s seal and the inkstone, he hadn’t gone into detail, and Bi Zhen hadn’t paid much attention. Now, hearing Mei Qing ask about a Taoist master with the surname Mo, she couldn’t help but feel curious.
There was no need to hide anything from Bi Zhen, so Mei Qing briefly recounted his experiences with the inkstone. Bi Zhen was surprised that an inkstone could hold such significance. As Mei Qing described the scenes he had witnessed, she agreed that the Taoist must be Mo Yueding. Hearing about the bet with Hou Shen, she found it quite amusing.
“Do you think you can handle it? Otherwise, I can help you think of a way,” Bi Zhen offered.
“It should be fine,” Mei Qing smiled. “If I can’t manage, I’ll ask for your help. Also, there’s something I need your assistance with. I want to track an object, to know its location from a distance. Is there any spell that can do that?”
Bi Zhen thought for a moment. “There should be a talisman for that. It’s probably not too difficult. I’ll ask my grandmother tomorrow and let you know. Don’t be careless—you must catch that monkey boy.”
At that moment, Hou Shen was hiding outside the imperial guard’s treasure vault, staring at the entrance, his teeth clenched in frustration.
Hou Shen sneered, “Fine, if you have the guts to let me go, see if I can steal it!”
“If you fail to steal it and get caught again, what then?” Mei Qing asked.
“If I can’t steal it, I’ll call you master!” Hou Shen grumbled.
Mei Qing’s face turned stern, coldly saying, “Hou Shen, don’t get too cocky! It was your own boast that you could steal from the treasury, it was you who claimed to be so skilled! If you fail again, is that all the stakes you’re willing to put up? Could it be that the mighty ‘Divine Monkey’ is only worth being called ‘Master’? Now that you’re a captured prisoner, I, out of respect for your master, am giving you a chance. Yet you still dare to say such feeble words! What a great ability you have!”
Hou Shen’s face turned red from Mei Qing’s words, his neck swelling with anger as he shouted, “Then what do you say? If you catch me again, I’ll take your surname!”
“Good, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” Mei Qing stared straight at Hou Shen, “I don’t need you to change your surname. All I ask is that if I catch you again, you will serve me, Mei Qing, for life, obeying my every command. How about that?”
Hou Shen looked at Mei Qing’s confident expression and suddenly felt a pang of doubt, sensing he might have been tricked by this sharp-looking officer of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. But with words already spoken, backing down now would make him a laughingstock. He gritted his teeth and said, “Fine, I’ll take the bet. Who’s afraid of you!”
“Good,” Mei Qing nodded, “Zhao Jingli, remove Hou Shen’s restraints and send him out.”
Zhao Jingli, standing aside, was stunned. They had gone through so much trouble to capture this fellow, yet Magistrate Mei was about to release him over a mere bet, making the whole affair seem like a farce. However, Magistrate Mei was highly favored by the Sixth Master, who had given him full authority over the matter. What could he do but comply? He quickly fetched the keys and removed Hou Shen’s chains.
Hou Shen stretched his limbs and rubbed his wrists, his face dark and silent. After a while, he asked Mei Qing, “Are you really going to let me go like this, Magistrate Mei? Aren’t you afraid I’ll break my word and disappear?”
Mei Qing smiled and said, “I’ve already written to your master, Master Tie. Naturally, some news might leak out on the martial path. If Master Hou dares to do something so disgraceful, please feel free to leave. To be honest, if that were to happen, even if you begged me on your knees to take you in, I wouldn’t dare accept you—I’d be too ashamed to face others.”
“Fine! You win!” Hou Shen gritted his teeth in anger, “I’ll definitely come to steal the inkstone within three days. Just wait and see!”
“No problem. I’ve already prepared the whip and the cage. Just wait for you to start the show!”
Hou Shen, being a straightforward man, left after saying his piece. His pouch and dagger were his prized possessions, but since Mei Qing didn’t mention them, he had no face to ask for them back and had to focus on preparing for the bet first.
After Hou Shen left, Mei Qing smiled at Zhao Dayou and said, “Zhao Jingli, this bet with Hou Shen is of great importance. There are several crucial matters that need preparation, and I’ll have to rely on your help.”
Zhao Dayou, upon hearing Mei Qing’s words, grinned from ear to ear and said repeatedly, “My pleasure, my pleasure! Magistrate Mei, please give your orders. Old Zhao will surely handle everything properly!”
Mei Qing whispered a few instructions to him, explaining in detail before finally saying, “These matters are the most critical and must not have the slightest error. I’ll trouble you to take care of them. When we catch this kid later, I’ll definitely host a feast to thank you, my good brother.”
Zhao Dayou waved his hand repeatedly and said, “Magistrate Mei, you flatter old Zhao too much! It’s just these few items and matters, right? Guarantee not a single thing will go wrong! I’ll get to work right away!” Saying so, he excused himself and hurried off with a teapot in hand.
“Is that all?” the Sixth Master asked Wu Bing, who was standing before him.
Wu Bing, still expressionless, calmly replied, “Besides the tasks assigned to Zhao Dayou, Mei Qing has also rearranged the watch schedule for the treasury, changing the shifts of several people. In my opinion, Mei Qing seems to place particular trust in Yao Dingguo and Zhou Chang. Qian San, who was injured in the shoulder during his encounter with the thief, was temporarily sent home by Mei Qing under the pretext of needing rest for recovery. Now, the key to the small treasury is held solely by Zhao Dayou. Additionally, Mei Qing visited the Records Bureau and retrieved all the case files related to thefts in recent years from Huang Zhongman. Later, he also spent some time at the Confucius Temple, buying some items. The list is here.”
The Sixth Master looked at the list in his hand, pondered for a moment, and gradually a meaningful smile appeared on his face: “This kid! He’s got some cunning tricks!” Thinking further, he added, “You should also keep an eye on things these days. If there are situations where you can lend a hand, help that kid out—this kid is quite sharp, and he might even seek your help. Also, go and call the Sun brothers here.”
Wu Bing complied and left. Soon, two uniquely looking men entered. The Sixth Master gave them a few instructions and then quietly ordered them to leave. Afterwards, he sat alone in the room, silent for a long time.
“So, you’re Hou Shen, right?” Mei Qing addressed the shackled Hou Shen before him. “I hear you have quite the reputation in the martial world, known as the ‘Divine Monkey.'”
“Since you know of my fame, why waste words? If you’ve got the guts, give me a quick death. If not, let me go now,” Hou Shen retorted. Though not particularly old, he was of average height, slightly lean with long limbs, and his face was unremarkable except for his exceptionally agile eyes, which darted around as he spoke, exuding an air of disdain. It was hard to believe this man could be so arrogant, even as a prisoner.
“Insolent!” Zhao Dayou, standing beside Mei Qing, bristled with indignation. “You little thief, still so unruly even here! You’re asking for a beating!”
Hou Shen stiffened his neck and glared fiercely at Zhao Dayou, provoking him to shout and raise his hand to strike. Only when Mei Qing raised his hand did Zhao Dayou, still fuming, fall silent.
“Your fame?” Mei Qing’s expression was a mix of amusement and skepticism. “I’ve heard you’re quite formidable, the last disciple of Master Tie Sancun, known for never leaving a place empty-handed. But it seems… it was all just talk—don’t glare at me. Anyone can boast. If you’re so skilled, how did a scholar like me, with no martial arts, see through and capture you? If word gets out, not only you, but even Master Tie Sancun, who’s retired, would die of shame.”
Hou Shen, who had been feigning composure, was instantly enraged by Mei Qing’s words. “Pah! Pretty boy, stop acting all high and mighty in front of me! You just got lucky catching me. What skill is that? Kill me or let me go! Stop wasting my time!”
“Luck?” Mei Qing sneered. “I despise people like you the most. When you’re outmatched, just admit it. Don’t blame it on luck. Do you think boasting will scare people?”
“Who’s boasting? You just got lucky. If you’re so skilled, let me go and see if you can catch me again!” Hou Shen shouted angrily.
Mei Qing looked at Hou Shen with a meaningful smile. “Nonsense! The Ming Empire is vast. If I let you go, you’d just hide in some corner like a turtle, and of course, I wouldn’t be able to catch you! How can you even say that with a straight face?”
“Who’s a turtle?!” Hou Shen screamed. “If you dare let me go, I’ll steal everything from your treasure vault. Let’s see if you can still boast then!”
Mei Qing chuckled. “Really? Hou Shen, how about we make a bet?”
“What bet?” Hou Shen glared at Mei Qing.
Mei Qing leisurely took out an inkstone from a leather pouch in his sleeve and placed it on the table before him. “Hou Shen, isn’t this what you want? I’ll put this pouch and its contents back in the vault. If you can steal it, I’ll let bygones be bygones. If you’re truly that skilled, I’ll call you ‘Master Hou’ when we meet again. How about that?”
Hou Shen sneered. “Fine, let me go, and see if I can steal it!”
“And if you fail and I catch you again, what then?” Mei Qing asked.
“If I fail, I’ll call you ‘Master’!” Hou Shen said angrily.
Mei Qing’s face hardened. “Hou Shen, don’t push your luck! You’re the one who boasted about stealing from the vault. If you fail again, is that all you’re willing to bet? Is the great ‘Divine Monkey’ only worth a ‘Master’? As a prisoner, I’m giving you a chance out of respect for your master. How can you say something so trivial? Such nerve!”
Hou Shen’s face flushed, and he shouted, “Then what do you propose? If you catch me again, I’ll take your surname!”
“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear,” Mei Qing said, looking directly at Hou Shen. “I don’t need you to change your surname. If I catch you, you’ll serve under me, Mei Qing, for life, obeying my commands. How about that?”
Hou Shen, seeing Mei Qing’s confident expression, suddenly felt a pang of doubt, as if he had been tricked by this elegant Imperial Guard officer. But having come this far, he couldn’t back down now. “Fine, I’ll take the bet. Who’s afraid of you?”
“Good,” Mei Qing nodded. “Officer Zhao, remove Hou Shen’s shackles and let him go.”
Officer Zhao was stunned. After all the effort to capture this man, Mei Qing was just going to let him go over a bet? It seemed like a joke. But since Mei Qing was highly favored by the Sixth Master, who had given him full authority, Zhao didn’t dare question it. He quickly fetched the keys and removed Hou Shen’s shackles.
Hou Shen stretched his limbs, his face dark and silent. After a moment, he said to Mei Qing, “You’re really letting me go? Aren’t you afraid I’ll break my word and disappear?”
Mei Qing smiled. “I’ve already written to your master, Master Tie. News will surely spread. If you have the face to do such a thing, go ahead. Frankly, if it comes to that, even if you beg me to take you in, I wouldn’t—I couldn’t bear the shame.”
“Fine! You’re ruthless!” Hou Shen said through gritted teeth. “I’ll steal the inkstone within three days. Just wait and see!”
“No problem. I’ve got the whip and cage ready, just waiting for you to start the show!”
Hou Shen, being straightforward, left after his declaration. His leather pouch and dagger were his treasures, but since Mei Qing didn’t mention them, he didn’t dare ask for them back. He had to prepare for the bet.
After Hou Shen left, Mei Qing smiled at Zhao Dayou. “Officer Zhao, this bet with Hou Shen is quite significant. There are a few important things that need to be prepared, and I’ll need your help.”
Zhao Dayou grinned from ear to ear. “Of course, of course, Master Mei. Just give the orders, and I’ll make sure everything is done perfectly!”
Mei Qing whispered a few instructions, explaining in detail, and finally said, “These things are crucial. Not a single mistake can be made. I’ll trouble you to handle them carefully. Once we catch that guy, I’ll treat you to a feast and sing your praises.”
Zhao Dayou waved his hand. “Master Mei, you flatter me! These are just small matters. I’ll make sure everything is perfect! I’ll get right on it!” With that, he excused himself and left, holding a teapot, full of enthusiasm.
“Is that all?” the Sixth Master asked Wu Bing, who stood before him.
Wu Bing remained expressionless. “Apart from the tasks assigned to Zhao Dayou, Mei Qing has also rearranged the duty roster for the vault, disrupting the schedules of several people. In my opinion, Mei Qing seems to value Yao Dingguo and Zhou Chang more. Qian San, who was injured in the shoulder during the encounter with the thief, was sent home by Mei Qing under the pretext of needing rest. Now, Zhao Dayou is the only one holding the key to the small vault. Additionally, Mei Qing visited the Records Office to retrieve the files of all theft cases from recent years. He also spent some time at the Confucius Temple, buying some items. Here’s the list.”
The Sixth Master looked at the list in his hand, pondered for a moment, and gradually revealed a meaningful smile. “This kid! He’s got some tricks up his sleeve!” After a moment, he added, “Keep an eye on things these next few days. If there’s a chance to help him, do so—he’s clever and might even ask for your help. Also, call the Sun brothers over.”
Wu Bing acknowledged and left. Soon, two oddly featured men entered. The Sixth Master gave them some instructions and then dismissed them. He sat alone in the room, silent for a long time.
After a while, a hidden door in the corner of the room opened, and out came Zhong Shu, the steward of Mei Qing’s household. Zhong Shu frowned at the Sixth Master sitting by the desk. “What’s the matter now, old man? Can’t you handle anything smoothly?”
The Sixth Master turned his head, his expression calm. “Old friend, things are getting more and more interesting.”
Mei Qing sat cross-legged, his mind connected with Bi Zhen. After a few tender words, he asked, “Zhen’er, do you know of any real person in the cultivation world with the surname Mo?”
Bi Zhen replied, “If we’re talking about a real person with the surname Mo, the first that comes to mind is Mo Yueding, the former leader of the Shenxiao Sect. However, he was defeated in a battle against Zhang Liusun, the leader of the Xuanjiao Sect, during the early days of the Yuan Dynasty, and his soul was destroyed.”
Mei Qing suddenly remembered. Bi Zhen had mentioned this before, but at the time, his mind was unstable, and he had to rely on Ding Jia for support, so he had overlooked it. Now, hearing Bi Zhen mention it again, he was certain that the scene he had seen in the inkstone—the red-robed Taoist surrounded by five golden talismans, exploding and dying—was indeed Mo Yueding, the leader of the Shenxiao Sect.
If that was the case, then the “himself” in the inkstone must be Zhang Liusun, the leader of the Xuanjiao Sect. But he couldn’t understand why he had felt such a strong connection, or why there had been so many strange occurrences. It was said that Zhang Liusun had perished during his ascension, struck down by heavenly lightning, his soul destroyed. And this inkstone had been presented as a tribute from the local government during the current dynasty, so it couldn’t possibly have any connection to Zhang Liusun.
Even if, for argument’s sake, this inkstone was indeed Zhang Liusun’s and contained secrets about him, what did that have to do with Mei Qing? Why did he keep having these encounters with the inkstone?
When he had experienced those scenes in the inkstone, it wasn’t like watching a play. The triumphant joy of killing Mo Yueding, the pain of being struck by purple lightning, the anger of being betrayed and burned by purple flames, and the complex emotions he felt towards the woman named Mei Ji—it was as if he had lived through it all himself.
Seeing that Mei Qing had been silent for a long time, Bi Zhen’s thoughts reached out to him. When Mei Qing had told her about his golden core breaking through the restrictions and the inkstone, he hadn’t gone into detail, and Bi Zhen hadn’t paid much attention. Now, hearing Mei Qing ask about a real person with the surname Mo, she couldn’t help but feel curious.
There was no need to hide anything from Bi Zhen, so Mei Qing briefly recounted his experiences with the inkstone. Bi Zhen was surprised that a simple inkstone could have such significance and found it fascinating. When she heard about the scenes Mei Qing had witnessed in the inkstone, she agreed that the Taoist must have been Mo Yueding. And when she heard about the bet with Hou Shen, she found it quite amusing.
“Do you think you can handle it? Otherwise, I can help you think of a way,” Bi Zhen offered.
“It should be fine,” Mei Qing said with a smile. “If I can’t handle it, I’ll ask for your help. Also, there’s something I need your help with. I want to track something, to know its location from a distance. Is there any spell that can do that?”
Bi Zhen thought for a moment. “There should be a talisman for that. It shouldn’t be too difficult. I’ll ask my grandmother tomorrow and let you know. But don’t be careless. You must catch that monkey boy.”
At that moment, Hou Shen was hiding outside the Imperial Guard’s treasure vault, his eyes fixed on the vault’s entrance, his teeth clenched in frustration.
The Sixth Master turned his head, his expression calm, “Old partner, things are getting more and more interesting now.”
Mei Qing sat cross-legged, his spiritual sense connecting with Bi Zhen. After a few affectionate words, he asked, “Zhen’er, do you know any cultivator named Mo in the cultivation world?”
Bi Zhen replied, “If talking about a cultivator named Mo, the first one that comes to mind is Mo Yue Ding, the former leader of the Shengxiao Sect. However, he was defeated in a battle with Zhang Liu Sun, the leader of the Xuanjiao Sect, during the early unification of the Zhengyi Sect in the Yuan Dynasty, and both his body and soul were destroyed.”
Mei Qing suddenly understood. Bi Zhen had mentioned this to him before, but at that time, Mei Qing’s mind was unstable, and he had to rely on the Jiɑ warriors for protection, so he had overlooked these details. Hearing Bi Zhen mention it again today, he immediately concluded that the Taoist in red robes surrounded by five golden talismans that he had seen in the inkstone must be Mo Yue Ding, the leader of the Shengxiao Sect.
If that were the case, then the “Mei Qing” in the inkstone should be Zhang Liu Sun, the leader of the Xuanjiao Sect. However, he couldn’t figure out why he felt a resonance with his own spirit, or why there had been so many strange occurrences. It was said that Zhang Liu Sun had perished in a lightning tribulation during his ascension attempt long ago, his body and soul destroyed. Moreover, this inkstone had been offered to the imperial court by a local official in the current dynasty, so there shouldn’t be any connection with Zhang Liu Sun.
Furthermore, even if, hypothetically, this inkstone indeed belonged to Zhang Liu Sun and contained secrets about him, what did that have to do with himself? Why had he repeatedly felt a connection with this inkstone?
When he sensed those scenes within the inkstone, it wasn’t like watching a play. The joy and pride of defeating Mo Yue Ding, the pain of being struck by purple lightning, the anger of betrayal by a disciple, and the complex emotions towards the woman named Mei Ji—all were felt as if they were his own experiences.
“So, you’re Hou Shen, right?” Mei Qing addressed the shackled Hou Shen before him. “I hear you have quite the reputation in the martial world, known as the Divine Monkey.”
“If you know of my fame, why waste words? If you have the guts, give me a quick death. If not, let me go now,” Hou Shen retorted. Despite his average build and unremarkable appearance, his eyes darted around with a defiant air, making it hard to believe he could be so arrogant even as a prisoner.
“Impudent!” Zhao Dayou, standing beside Mei Qing, bristled with anger. “You little thief, still so insolent even here! You’re asking for a beating!”
Hou Shen glared fiercely at Zhao, who, incensed, raised his hand to strike. Mei Qing, however, waved his hand, and Zhao, grumbling, backed down.
“Fame, huh?” Mei Qing said with a half-smile. “I heard you were quite the formidable disciple of Master Tie Sancun, known for never leaving a room empty-handed. But it seems… it was all just talk. No need to glare; anyone can boast. If you were so skilled, how did a scholar like me, with no martial arts, see through and capture you? If word gets out, not just you, but even Master Tie Sancun would die of shame.”
Hou Shen, who had been feigning calm, was now visibly angered. “Bah! You pretty boy, stop pretending in front of me! You just got lucky catching me. What skill is that? Kill me or let me go! Stop wasting my time!”
“Luck?” Mei Qing sneered. “I despise people like you the most. When you’re outmatched, just admit it. Blaming luck and boasting won’t scare anyone.”
“Who’s boasting? You just got lucky! If you’re so skilled, let me go and see if you can catch me again!” Hou Shen shouted.
Mei Qing looked at Hou Shen with a cold smile. “Nonsense! The Ming Empire is vast. If I let you go and you hide in some corner like a turtle, of course, I wouldn’t find you! How shameless of you to even suggest it!”
“Who’s a turtle!” Hou Shen screamed. “If you dare let me go, I’ll steal your treasure vault clean! Let’s see if you can still boast then!”
Mei Qing laughed. “Really? Hou Shen, how about we make a bet?”
“What bet?” Hou Shen glared.
Mei Qing leisurely took out an inkstone from a leather pouch in his sleeve and placed it on the table. “Hou Shen, this is what you want, right? I’ll put this pouch back in the vault. If you can steal it, I’ll let bygones be bygones. If you succeed, I’ll call you ‘Master Hou’ from now on. How about that?”
Hou Shen sneered. “Fine, let me out, and see if I can steal it!”
“And if you fail and I catch you again, what then?” Mei Qing asked.
“If I fail, I’ll call you ‘Master’!” Hou Shen said angrily.
Mei Qing’s face turned stern. “Hou Shen, don’t push your luck! You boasted about stealing from the vault, about your great skills. If you fail again, is that all you’re willing to bet? The great Divine Monkey is only worth a ‘Master’? As a prisoner, I’m giving you a chance out of respect for your master, and you dare to speak so lightly? How impressive!”
Hou Shen’s face flushed, and he shouted, “Then what do you propose? If you catch me again, I’ll take your surname!”
“Good, that’s what I wanted,” Mei Qing said, looking directly at Hou Shen. “I don’t need you to change your surname. If I catch you, you’ll serve under me, loyal for life, at my command. Agreed?”
Hou Shen, seeing Mei Qing’s confident expression, felt a pang of doubt, realizing he might have been tricked. But having come this far, he couldn’t back down. “Bet it is! Who’s afraid of you!”
“Good,” Mei Qing nodded. “Officer Zhao, remove Hou’s shackles and let him go.”
Zhao was stunned. After all the effort to capture Hou, Mei Qing was letting him go over a bet. But since Mei Qing had the favor of the Sixth Master, who had given him full authority, Zhao didn’t dare question it. He quickly unlocked Hou’s shackles.
Hou Shen stretched his limbs, his face dark. After a moment, he said to Mei Qing, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll break my word and never return?”
Mei Qing smiled. “I’ve already written to your master, Master Tie. News will spread in the martial world. If you dare to do such a thing, go ahead. Honestly, if it comes to that, even if you beg me to take you in, I wouldn’t—I couldn’t bear the shame.”
“Fine! You’re ruthless!” Hou Shen said through gritted teeth. “I’ll steal the inkstone within three days. Just wait and see!”
“No problem, I have the whip and cage ready, just waiting for you to start the show!”
Hou Shen, true to his word, left immediately. His leather pouch and dagger, his prized possessions, were left behind, but he didn’t dare ask for them, focusing instead on the bet.
After Hou Shen left, Mei Qing turned to Zhao Dayou. “Officer Zhao, this bet with Hou Shen is significant. There are a few crucial things to prepare, and I’ll need your help.”
Zhao, grinning from ear to ear, said, “Of course, Master Mei, just give the orders, and I’ll make sure everything is done perfectly!”
Mei Qing whispered a few instructions, explaining in detail. “These matters are crucial; nothing can go wrong. I’ll count on you. Once we catch that guy, I’ll treat you to a feast to celebrate your contribution.”
Zhao waved his hand. “Master Mei, you flatter me! These are just small tasks. I’ll make sure everything is perfect! I’ll get to it right away!” With that, he left, carrying a teapot, full of enthusiasm.
“Is that all?” the Sixth Master asked Wu Bing, who stood before him.
Wu Bing, expressionless, replied, “Apart from the tasks assigned to Zhao Dayou, Mei Qing has also rearranged the guard shifts at the vault, disrupting several people’s schedules. It seems he favors Yao Dingguo and Zhou Chang. Qian San, who was injured during the encounter with the thief, has been sent home to recover. Now, Zhao Dayou alone holds the key to the small vault. Additionally, Mei Qing visited the records office to retrieve files on all recent theft cases. He also spent some time at the Confucius Temple, buying a few items. Here’s the list.”
The Sixth Master examined the list, a thoughtful smile gradually appearing on his face. “This kid! He’s got some tricks up his sleeve!” After a moment, he added, “Keep an eye on things these next few days. If there’s a chance to help him, do so—he’s clever, he might even ask for your help. Also, call the Sun brothers over.”
Wu Bing left, and soon two peculiarly featured men entered. The Sixth Master gave them a few instructions and dismissed them. He then sat alone in the room, silent for a long time.
After a while, a hidden door in the corner opened, and Zhong Shu, Mei Qing’s steward, emerged. Frowning, he addressed the Sixth Master, “What’s the matter now, old man? Can’t you handle anything smoothly?”
The Sixth Master turned, his expression calm. “Old friend, things are getting more and more interesting.”
Mei Qing sat cross-legged, his spirit connected with Bi Zhen. After a few tender words, he asked, “Zhen’er, do you know of any Daoist named Mo in the cultivation world?”
Bi Zhen replied, “If you’re talking about a Daoist named Mo, the first that comes to mind is Mo Yueding, the former leader of the Shenxiao Sect. However, he was defeated in a battle with Zhang Liusun, the leader of the Xuanjiao Sect, during the early Yuan dynasty, and his spirit was destroyed.”
Mei Qing suddenly remembered. Bi Zhen had mentioned this before, but he had been too distracted at the time to pay attention. Now, hearing it again, he was certain that the red-robed Daoist surrounded by five golden talismans, who had exploded in the inkstone, was Mo Yueding.
If that was the case, then the person in the inkstone must be Zhang Liusun. But why did he feel such a deep connection, and why were there so many strange occurrences? It was said that Zhang Liusun had perished during his ascension, struck by heavenly lightning, his spirit destroyed. Yet, this inkstone was a local tribute to the court, seemingly unrelated to Zhang Liusun.
Even if, by some stretch, the inkstone was indeed Zhang Liusun’s, containing secrets about him, what did it have to do with Mei Qing? Why did he keep encountering it?
When he experienced those scenes in the inkstone, it wasn’t like watching a play. The triumph of killing Mo Yueding, the pain of being struck by purple lightning, the anger of betrayal and being consumed by purple flames, and the complex emotions towards the woman named Mei Ji—all felt as if he had lived through them himself.
Seeing Mei Qing silent for so long, Bi Zhen’s spirit reached out to him. When Mei Qing had told her about his golden core breaking the seal and the inkstone, he hadn’t gone into detail, and she hadn’t paid much attention. Now, hearing him ask about a Daoist named Mo, she couldn’t help but be curious.
With Bi Zhen, there was no need for secrets. Mei Qing briefly recounted his experiences with the inkstone. Bi Zhen was surprised that an inkstone could hold such significance. Hearing about the scenes Mei Qing had witnessed, she agreed that the Daoist must be Mo Yueding. The bet with Hou Shen also intrigued her.
“Do you think you can handle it? If not, I can help,” Bi Zhen offered.
“It should be fine,” Mei Qing laughed. “If I can’t, I’ll call on you. Also, there’s something I need your help with. I want to track an object, to know its location from a distance. Are there any spells for that?”
Bi Zhen thought for a moment. “There should be talismans for that, probably not too difficult. I’ll ask my grandmother tomorrow and let you know. Don’t take this lightly; make sure you catch that monkey.”
Meanwhile, Hou Shen was lurking outside the Imperial Guards’ treasure vault, his eyes fixed on the entrance, grinding his teeth in frustration.
There was nothing to hide from Bi Zhen, so Mei Qing briefly recounted his experiences with the inkstone. Bi Zhen was surprised to learn that an inkstone could hold such secrets and became very intrigued. When she heard about the scenes Mei Qing had witnessed in the inkstone, she also thought the Taoist must be Mo Yue Ding. Upon hearing about the bet with Hou Shen, she found it quite amusing.
“Do you think you can handle it? If not, let me help you think of a plan?” Bi Zhen asked.
“I think it should be fine,” Mei Qing smiled, “If I can’t manage, I’ll ask you for help. Also, there’s something else I need your help with. I want to track an object and know its location from a distance. Is there any spell or technique that can do that?”
Bi Zhen thought for a moment before replying, “There should be talismans that can do that. It probably isn’t a very difficult spell. I’ll ask my grandmother tomorrow and tell you. Don’t be careless. Make sure to catch that monkey kid.”
At that moment, Hou Shen was hiding outside the treasure house of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, glaring at the entrance with his teeth clenched tightly.
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