The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 115 Guo Jing's Choice
"Sanskrit transliterated into Chinese?"

Huang Rong was puzzled and couldn't help asking.

"This master who wrote the sutra is also strange. He had to do this unnecessary thing."

"According to Master Chongyang, Senior Huang Shang was worried that this scripture would fall into the hands of treacherous people and become unscrupulous. He wanted to destroy this general outline, but he couldn't bear to do so."

Master Yideng naturally would not blame her for being rude as a little girl. He smiled faintly and explained patiently.

"Sanskrit is mostly related to Buddhism. People from the Middle-earth who have a foundation in advanced martial arts and are well-versed in Buddhism will not be thieves who commit all kinds of evil."

Gu Ping'an smiled and said, "That's a coincidence. The master is well versed in Buddhism, and with an Indian monk as a guest, he must be proficient in Sanskrit."

"Just now, Brother Seven mentioned that the sutras were destroyed by Senior Brother Zhou Botong. The translation is long and difficult to understand. Could it be that you have memorized it all?"

"Of course I can't remember it, but Brother Guo has a photographic memory, so I'm sure he remembers it clearly."

Guo Jing was embarrassed by his praise and waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm not that good. I was just forced to memorize by rote by Brother Zhou."

Master Yideng smiled upon hearing this: "Senior Brother Zhou acts as he pleases. It is indeed a subtle providence that has allowed this profound outline to see the light of day again."

It’s not God’s will, it’s just that someone is carrying the burden forward.

Gu Ping'an thought to himself that his appearance had disrupted the original plot. Jing Rong and the other two did not have to come to Taoyuan to seek medical treatment. If he had not found ways to lure them here, it would have taken who knows when the Nine Yin Principles could be translated.

"Mahāpāla, Jietikūrahubur, Kenshindūdā, Sigenliupādī."

Although Guo Jing was not very clever, he was a tenacious and sincere person. He had relied on his perseverance to memorize this long passage of text thoroughly, and now he recited it all at once.

However, the Nine Yin Principles are profound and abstruse, and the translation has chaotic intonation and sentence structure. Even though Master Yideng is knowledgeable and has profound internal skills, it is difficult for him to translate it as soon as he hears it.

He immediately ordered Zhu Ziliu to fetch the four treasures of the study, and asked Guo Jing to write it down silently, and then gave it to him to translate.

When Guo Jing heard that this general secret method could heal his master's injuries without damaging Master Yideng's vitality, he was so excited that he didn't even have time to eat lunch and hurriedly wrote the strange text on paper.

Master Yideng took the scriptures and returned to his meditation room to study them in depth, while Gu Ping'an and the others, led by Zhu Ziliu, returned to their rooms to rest.

The four of them talked about their trip to Iron Palm Mountain, and Gu Ping'an recounted in detail how he obtained Wu Mu's posthumous letter in the cave at Middle Finger Peak.

"Thanks to young Gu, Prince Yue's relics were saved from falling into the hands of thieves. Gang Leader Shangguan's efforts were finally not wasted."

After hearing what he said, Hong Qigong couldn't help but sigh in emotion when he thought of Shangguan Jiannan's loyal and righteous act.

Huang Rong also laughed and said, "The worst was Wanyan Honglie. He painstakingly sought the posthumous letter from Wu Mu, but he even lost his life in Lin'an. He truly lost both his wife and his army."

"It's a pity that Brother Yang was so stubborn and still colluded with those treacherous villains. In the end, he ended up like this."

Guo Jing still misses his sworn brother.

"I wonder what Uncle Yang would think when he sees him again."

Gu Ping'an's heart moved, and he suddenly said: "Brother Guo, I have a question for you."

"Okay, ask."

"If you were Yang Kang, Uncle Yang, or Wanyan Honglie, what would you choose?"

Guo Jing didn't hesitate and blurted out, "Of course it's Uncle Yang! Wanyan Honglie is a Jin man, how could he recognize a thief as his father?"

Gu Ping'an asked again, "If one day in the future, Great Khan Temujin asked you to lead his army to attack Song, what would you do?"

As soon as he said this, Hong Qigong's expression suddenly became stern.

Guo Jing was stunned at first, then waved his hand: "Brother Gu, stop joking! The Jin Kingdom is the enemy, and Mongolia is our friend. Why would they go to war with the Song Dynasty?"

He subconsciously looked at Hong Qigong, but saw him shaking his head slightly.

"Jing'er, what Gu Xiaozi said is not groundless."

Hong Qigong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, possessed a vision and insight far superior to those of Guo Jing and Qiu Chuji. He had already figured out the key points back in Baoying. A war between the Mongols and the Song was inevitable.

"Now that the Mongols have reached the gates of Jin Zhongdu, the Jin soldiers are completely defeated. Wanyan Honglie is so anxious to find Wu Mu's posthumous letter, it's only because of desperation that he's desperate."

Gu Ping'an looked at Guo Jing seriously.

"The fertile land of Jiangnan stretches for thousands of miles. When the Jin Dynasty is destroyed, where else will the Mongol cavalry point their spears except the Great Song?"

Guo Jing had always admired his wisdom, and seeing that there was no smile on his face and his tone was serious, he no longer dared to doubt him.

"I guess you'd say that since your parents are both Song people, you should naturally put national interests first, right?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever considered that Temujin has treated you well and made you his consort? Would it be against the moral code of the martial arts world for you to become his enemy?"

Guo Jing was confused by his question. He nodded, then shook his head, his mind in a mess.

"Look, you've known your origins since childhood, and you've been taught by a sensible mother and master. Yet, even you're like this when faced with a choice. What about the spoiled little prince?"

Guo Jing was kind-hearted and willing to put himself in others' shoes, so he quickly understood Yang Kang's difficulties.

"You mean, Brother Yang shouldn't have suffered this."

He had only asked half of his question when he was interrupted by Gu Ping'an.

"I only said that he was right to choose Wanyan Honglie, but I didn't say that being an accomplice to the evildoer was also right. Since he has made his choice, he should bear the consequences of it and can't blame anyone else."

Guo Jing seemed to understand but not quite, his eyes a little dull.

"Besides, it doesn't matter what he chooses. What matters is you, Brother Guo."

"I?"

"That's right. Your mother is far away in the Mongolian desert. Now that you have avenged your great hatred, you should go back and reunite with her."

Gu Ping'an looked at him seriously and spoke slowly.

"If you go back and meet Temujin, he will ask you to lead an army to attack the Jin Dynasty. Will you help him or not?"

He originally wanted to talk about the western expedition to Khwarezm, but suddenly remembered that the war had not yet started, so he had to change his words temporarily.

Guo Jing didn't understand what he meant by this question, and answered subconsciously: "Song and Jin are enemies for generations, so of course we should help them."

"Okay," Gu Ping'an nodded. "The Jin people are doomed. Their destruction is only a matter of time. After the Jin is destroyed, if he suddenly orders you to continue south to attack the Song, what will you do?"

"Of course not!" Guo Jing had just thought about this question and said without hesitation.

Gu Pingan chuckled: "What if he sends people to kidnap your mother and force you to go, and kills her if you don't go?"

"This"

Guo Jing had never thought about this question before, and was immediately stumped by it.

"The Khan shouldn't be that kind of person, right?"

Gu Pingan sneered inwardly. Guo Jing naturally couldn't imagine it, but it was clearly written in the original novel, so how could it be false?

"When I returned to Jiangnan from Zhongnan Mountain, I encountered countless refugees, all of whom had fled due to the war."

His tone became more serious.

"Do you know how many cities the Mongolian army massacred along the way when they stormed Zhongdu?"

(End of this chapter)