The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 9 Last Words
By the time Fang Xiu had caught his breath and gradually regained some strength, the breath of Mo Laodao, who was lying next to him, became weaker and weaker.

Fang Xiu hurriedly climbed up and helped Mo Laodao up. Mo Laodao had many knife wounds on his body, his sternum was partially collapsed, and he had lost too much blood. He was not far from death.

"Old man Mo, Old man Mo, please don't die like this."

Taoist Mo forced himself to open his eyes and looked at Fang Xiu, enduring the pain.

“Aku was captured by them. These people are from the Beggars’ Sect. You can’t defeat them.

The Beggars' Sect is powerful and has many minions. The one just now was just a small fry.

They still want to catch you, so you should leave quickly and stay away from them. Don't worry about Ah Ku anymore. If you can't save him, then this child will have a miserable life."

Ah Ku was picked up and adopted by Taoist Mo, so he took Taoist Mo's surname Mo, and his full name was Mo Ku.

Mo Ku, what a beautiful wish, what a cruel irony.

Taoist Mo said to Fang Xiu not to save A Ku, but his eyes were full of sadness. When it comes to feelings, he and A Ku have the deepest relationship.

He suppressed the grief in his heart, reached out and grabbed Fang Xiu's shoulder, exerted force with his five fingers, and gave him instructions.

"You are so clever, thoughtful, and calm that you really don't seem like a ten-year-old. You were so fearless in that fierce fight just now, and you were so resourceful. I, an old Taoist priest, have been observing people all my life, but I can't see through you.

What is even more rare is that you have good intentions and can bend and stretch. When you grow up, you will definitely be an extraordinary person.

I don't know your origins, the cause of your misfortune, or even your real name. But if I were to risk my life for Aku now, I would only end up losing both your life and Aku's. This is truly unwise. Remember this, remember this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Mo seemed to have lost all his strength. He collapsed in Fang Xiu's arms, looking at the roof with lifeless eyes.

"My name is Mo Guisheng, which means valuing oneself and respecting life. I have long been ashamed to mention my Taoist name.

What you said the other day was right. I am not a descendant of Zhuangzi. I am indeed a person of all nature.

Valuing oneself and seeking rebirth are the original teachings of my Quanxing doctrine. Unfortunately, since the Western Han Dynasty, Confucianism has been the only official doctrine, and the disciples of Quanxing have been repeatedly suppressed, with heavy casualties. Today, there are probably only a few descendants of Quanxing left in the world.

The concept of Quanxing originated from Yang Zhuzi, and belongs to the Taoist lineage, but it is not tolerated by Taoism. Zhuang Zhou denounced Yang Zhu and regarded him as a heretic, but the Nanhua Sutra often quotes the theory of Quanxing, so that the descendants of Quanxing regard it as a cover-up of Zhuangzi's lineage and cannot see the light of day. How absurd it is.

Everyone says that there are no extant classics of Quanxing. My lineage has endured humiliation and hardship for many years and has finally preserved some of the treasures left by our ancestors.

"Under the water jar, buried a foot deep in the earth, there is a map that leads to the location of my Quan Xing treasure. If you are interested in the future, you can go and find it. It would be best if you could become my disciple. However, if you truly have no connection with me, please do not let the ancient books be lost. I, an old Taoist priest, will beg you for mercy from the depths of my grave."

These words exhausted the last of Mo Laodao's strength. He collapsed completely to the ground, his eyes unfocused, and he muttered weakly to himself.

"If I were to sacrifice even a hair's breadth to benefit the world, I would not take it; if the whole world were to serve me, I would not take it. They have misinterpreted the true teachings; they are all wrong..."

Taoist Mo finally passed away. Fang Xiu watched him exhaust his last bit of life in his arms, feeling neither sad nor happy.

He had been with Mo Laodao for over a month. Although Mo Laodao had saved his life, they both had secrets in their hearts. Apart from joking with each other occasionally, they were not close.

When Taoist Mo died before him, Fang Xiu felt a pang of sadness. But when he thought of Mo's life, how he had lived in hiding, begging for a living, enduring the suppression of his faith and the severance of his Taoist lineage, and how he had no place to vent his inner pain, he felt like he was in hell, even though he was in the mortal world. His passing was a relief. Perhaps Taoist Mo still hoped to reunite with Ah Ku in the afterlife. Thinking of this, Fang Xiu couldn't help but smile bitterly. Mo's last words had warned him not to risk his life for Ah Ku, but could Fang Xiu really just watch Ah Ku suffer?

The children kidnapped by the Beggar Gang may very likely end up being cut into pieces while still alive. This is the real hell on earth. When I think of Ah Ku being beaten to a disability, even covered with animal skins, and forced to beg on the ground every day, I think he will die miserably in a few years.

Or it could be the Qingyu Temple. Why would a Taoist temple need young boys and girls? It's just an evil temple anyway. If you fall into this evil temple, death would be a luxury.

Fang Xiu kept asking himself, could he really just leave like that? If he did, he'd probably spend the rest of his life in nightmares, without a ray of sunshine.

Fang Xiu shook his head and temporarily suppressed this thought. What Mo Laodao said was realistic. He could not fight against those evil people alone and was helpless.

Fang Xiu had recovered most of his strength at this moment. He laid Mo Laodao's body flat and struggled to get up, but the severe pain in his left leg immediately made him unable to control himself. Fang Xiu knew that his left leg, which had just recovered slightly after a month of recovery, was probably broken again because he had just forced himself to use martial arts to fight the evil man.

Fang Xiu smiled bitterly. This leg was severely injured again. Even if he took good care of it in the future, he was destined to be a cripple for the rest of his life.

He tore off a piece of cloth from his body, rolled it up and bit it tightly in his mouth, enduring the severe pain and forcing himself to stand up. Now was not the time to recuperate.

There are two corpses of beggars in this house. There were at least three people who came here at the beginning. One of them captured A Ku, and the remaining two stayed in the abandoned house waiting for the opportunity.

This means that the Beggar Gang branch has already figured out this place. If these two dead Beggar Gang members don't return for a long time, someone will definitely come to track them down.

Fang Xiu tried to transfer the internal energy he had just recovered into his left leg. Although it was still very painful, he finally had some strength. He tried his best to drag the two bodies out of the abandoned house.

Behind the abandoned house, across an old alley, there was an abandoned yard. When Fang Xiu was unable to get out of bed, he used his hearing to explore out of boredom and found that there were many rats underground in a corner of the yard. It seemed that the space was not small and should be an abandoned cellar.

The most urgent task is to hide these two bodies in this cellar. The people from the Beggar Gang will not be able to find them, and they will not think they are dead for a while, so it can at least buy some time.

After Fang Xiu dragged them there with great difficulty, he soon found the cellar. He opened the cellar door and threw the two bodies in, scaring the rats inside and making them run away. Then Fang Xiu returned the same way and erased as much trace of the dragging as possible.

After the body was discarded, he put Mo Laodao's body into the water tank and covered it with a stone slab. The weather was cold now, so the body would not rot in a short time.

As for the so-called treasure map under the water tank, Fang Xiu did not touch it. Now is not the time to touch it. If Fang Xiu dies next, then let the secret of Quanxing Taoist sect disappear. Anyway, there are not many things that have disappeared in China over the past thousands of years, and Quanxing will no longer exist in future generations.

The only things he needed to take away were the clothes that Wu Mianfeng had worn and the jade pendant left to him by Feng Heng. The clothes had already been washed clean by the kind-hearted Ah Kujiang and placed under Fang Xiu's pile of dry grass together with the jade pendant. Fang Xiu had a premonition that when he put on this clothes again, he would truly be integrated into the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

After everything was cleaned up, Fang Xiu picked up the wooden stick, hid the dagger behind him, and limped out of the slum.

There is no Taoist Mo or A Ku here anymore, and it is very likely that Fang Xiu will never have the chance to come back.

Thanks to Miaosheng, Liyue Shuangxue, Hulujie, book friend 5546, Sea Beast, book friend 5234, book friend 0111, book friend 0470, and book friend 9827 for their recommendation votes.

There is a power outage today, from 7 am to 5:30 pm, so I have to get up early in the morning to publish a new chapter. I won’t write during the day today, I will take a break. Don’t worry, I have enough manuscripts saved.

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