"Alas... When we return to the temple, go to the Vajra Hall. You will become a Furious Vajra. The path of the Martial Monk Hall is no longer for you..." Fuyuan sighed.
Huineng, feeling neither joy nor sorrow, said impassively, "Thank you for fulfilling my wish, Master."
...
As Fuyuan jumped down, Gu Donglin followed. With a wave of his hand, he tossed the two dazed, sturdy men aside. He didn't kill them, a clear sign of his extreme hatred.
With another wave of his hand, he set down the scholar and the Daoist.
They both went limp. The middle-aged man in the Daoist Robe, Hua Zhengyu, collapsed onto the ground.
But the young man in the scholar's robes, Nangong Cheng, was caught by Gu Donglin, who stepped forward and embraced him.
Gu Donglin paid no mind to his disciple's current state. His face contorted with anguish as he said sorrowfully, "Qing Lian, I have failed you!"
