Chapter 303: Chapter 230 Relying Totally on the Little Master’s Help
Everyone loves eating melon and Zhang Ze is no exception.
It’s just that he only enjoyed it for a while.
The Big Horse Lady said that nothing happened between her and the young monk, and tonight was their first meeting.
Things were not as indecent as everyone imagined.
"So what’s the deal with this kid?"
The Junior Sister held a jade pendant, teasing the little mare who was now running around everywhere.
"All thanks to the help of the little master." The Big Horse Lady stood up and bowed to the young monk.
"Huh?"
However, just before things were about to slide into even more ridiculous depths, the young monk regained his composure. He nodded slightly to the Big Horse Lady, acknowledged the bow, and then spoke.
"Are you the Nightmare Monarch?"
"I suppose so, someone has referred to us that way." The Big Horse Lady replied ambiguously.
Seeing everyone’s confusion, the young monk extended his hand toward the Grand Monk, who was deeply engrossed in his mental theater, unable to extricate himself. It wasn’t until the young monk kicked him that he snapped out of it and handed over the large iron alms bowl he had been holding.
The young monk reached inside and felt around for a while, pulling out a scripture scroll.
[The Cyan Horse in dreams is in fact the Nightmare Monarch.]
According to the young monk, sometime in the past, around the collapse of Dongqi,
each spring month, disciples from temples over by the East Sea would dream of a cyan horse stepping on clouds in their dreams.
The cyan horse would transform into a beautiful woman draped in light veils, and then...
And then nothing would happen, the beauty would just sit and meditate with the young monk all night, discussing Zen throughout the night.
By dawn, the woman would transform back into a cyan horse and leave.
Those who could withstand the test generally had high achievements in the future.
As for those who couldn’t endure, not only would they get kicked by the Big Cyan Horse in the dream, but their prospects were also bleak.
Therefore, the cyan horse in dreams was also called the Nightmare Monarch, considered a test of enlightenment, and over by the East Sea, there were a few Cyan Horse Temples.
But as time went on, after a certain point, the cyan horses no longer appeared in dreams. This became just a story, and those Cyan Horse Temples fell into disrepair and solitude, returning to their true nature.
After hearing the young monk’s story, Zhang Ze seemed somewhat thoughtful.
Although he didn’t understand Buddhist Techniques, he had studied Yin Yang Five Elements Techniques quite extensively.
Feeling the Yin Qi on the Big Horse Lady, similar to but surpassing Fuji, and glancing at the harmonious yin and yang, the little mare frolicking around...
"So, you Nightmare Monarchs require Yang Qi for procreation?" Zhang Ze asked.
"Indeed, but it’s not about intercourse, just being nearby is sufficient." The Big Horse Lady replied.
Nightmare Monarchs are neither demons nor devils, they belong to a category of their own, and their entire clan is female, conceiving once a century, with Yang Qi harmonizing at the time of delivery.
And as everyone knows, the place with the most abundant Yang Qi in the world is the Buddhist Sect.
Therefore, when the time comes, Nightmare Monarchs would visit monks to borrow some ’fire’.
"What about discussing Zen in the dream?"
"For the sake of the child, we must evaluate the benefactor’s abilities."
Alright, truly responsible mothers...
"As for one thing I don’t understand, why did you later disappear from the Cyan Horse Temple, was there some change?" the young monk asked.
"We are ultimately creatures of Yin. Although the Cyan Horse Zen discussion sounds nice, it’s also our private desire. Later, it came to the attention of the Buddhist Sect’s main branch, and we feared conflict, so we left." The Big Horse Lady replied.
"Where did you go?" Zhang Ze asked.
"We went to the Beast Taming Sect and Medicine King Valley; there the Yang Qi is also abundant, but because of the Buddhist Sect’s past issues, we wouldn’t transform into women but would appear in dreams in different animal or plant forms, trying to disguise as ordinary dreams as much as possible."
[Beast Taming Sect disciples’ favorite dreams are battling with a bear and racing with a horse -- "Nightmare Monarch’s Prenatal Care"]
"So why did you come to Cyan Horse Marsh?" The Junior Sister asked while holding the little mare.
Upon hearing this topic, the Big Horse Lady gave Daxiong a resentful look, "Isn’t it because this gentleman was pursuing me?"
Daxiong, who had been happily listening to the gossip, was stunned, "What does it have to do with me?"
"Ha, because of your Yang Qi! Surely the Nightmare Monarch lady found your Yang Qi lacking!" The Grand Monk, with his loose tongue, hadn’t spoken a word of praise all evening.
This issue of lacking Yang Qi is utterly unacceptable for a man.
Daxiong turned to look at the Big Horse Lady with a sullen expression.
"Not so, sir’s Yang Qi is quite abundant... It’s just that sir doesn’t quite fit my aesthetic taste..." The Big Horse Lady was also somewhat embarrassed.
This Nightmare Monarch had been happily searching for a father for her child over by Cang Mountain but was pursued by a man as strong as a bear, so she had no choice but to run, yet the man relentlessly pursued her.
Until she arrived at Cyan Horse Marsh here, unable to hold it anymore...
When the young monk appeared, his Yang Qi was as intense as the sun, and so the child was born.
[Most Nightmare Monarchs are face-crazed -- "Nightmare Monarch Observation Notes"]
The truth cuts like a knife, and Daxiong, known as the White Face Young Master among his tribe in the West Continent, had never faced such humiliation, but just as he was about to argue, he heard the Grand Monk sneer.
"Ha, being rejected for being ugly, huh."
"What right does a chubby black man like you have to laugh at me? Come, let’s spar!"
With that said, the black and white iron tower-like strongmen went off to spar.
The Grand Monk, possessing true Buddhist Techniques, fought with a golden glow, making his black face shine, but his techniques, although broad and open, carried a hint of slyness.
Yet this slyness was precisely what countered Daxiong’s Thunder Concealment Fist.
In the end, the two of them fought to a standstill.
When the black and white duo ran far away, the Nightmare Monarch looked at Zhang Ze.