Chapter 8: The Fruit of Buddhism and the Bronze Jade Tablet (Part 2)

five meters

Looking at the bear mother who was scrutinizing him with an unfriendly expression, the monk's pale face revealed a hint of embarrassment. He glanced at Ye Qingshan, then at the bear mother who had already locked onto him. Not knowing whether to give or not to give, he ultimately scratched his head and threw the Buddhist fruit and jade token onto the ground. Finally, he looked at Ye Qingshan with a serious expression and said, "We are fated to meet; we shall see each other again in the future"

In summary, the appearance of the monk today, along with the other party's fluent Mandarin, greatly shocked Ye Qingshan, to the extent that he has yet to fully process the experience.

Xiong Ma and Fan Seng were still in a standoff, the atmosphere in the air was very tense, forcing Ye Qingshan to grit his teeth and muster all his strength to resist this chill

Moreover, Ye Qingshan appeared anxious, gesticulating with his hands and feet, which, in the eyes of the monk, seemed somewhat endearing.

Ye Qingshan sat in the snow, still looking bewildered. Chinese language? Barbarian monk? No, it's a monk! A three-zhang tall golden Buddha, a bear mother as tall as a two-story building, is it martial arts or cultivation? Or perhaps Daoist scriptures and Buddhist teachings?

As he spoke, he was about to place the jade pendant necklace around Ye Qingshan's neck

The monk suddenly burst into hearty laughter, his laughter resonating with a grand and vigorous spirit. It is hard to imagine that such a pale-faced monk could possess such a robust voice. As if he had come to a realization, with an appreciative and scrutinizing gaze akin to that of examining a treasure, the monk looked earnestly at Ye Qingshan and asked, "Are you willing to follow me?"

ten meters

Mama Bear bit down hard, blood splattering all around. In an instant, Ye Qingshan's nostrils were filled with a strong metallic scent of blood. He remarked that this smell was quite pleasant, and his body enjoyed it; however, Ye Qingshan's soul was deeply repulsed by this raw and naked bloodiness. Then?

Two strikes echoed, resembling the sound of a flesh palm striking against an iron block. It was only when Ye Qingshan truly made contact with the surface of the golden Buddha that he realized this layer of the golden Buddha was indeed as hard as he had seen before. As for the final sound?

I am leaving

Are you willing to go with me

Roar

It is unclear why, but upon seeing this young bear, the monk hesitated

It is getting closer, and we are about to reach the monk!

In such circumstances, if you react slightly aggressively, driven by instinctive motherhood, any mother beast will do everything in its power to fight you to the end

Come with me

The gaze of the bear mother was still filled with ferocity, but upon seeing the cub Ye Qingshan crawling out of the snow den once again, a hint of surprise flickered in her eyes. This time, the bear mother did not hinder Ye Qingshan's actions

Ye Qingshan was taken aback, staring blankly at the monk before him, his mind only occupied with three words: Chinese language? Damn, a Chinese person!

Instead, they looked at Ye Qingshan, who was struggling to crawl in the snow, with a strange and scrutinizing expression, while threatening the pale-faced foreign monk across from them with fierce eyes

Go

After a moment of hesitation, the monk's eyes were filled with affection and joy. He fumbled at his chest and took out a fruit pit the size of a peanut and a bronze pendant the size of a palm: "Today you saved my life, and I have no way to repay you. I will give you a Buddha fruit as a token of gratitude. We are destined to meet, and I see that you possess a certain spirit; this jade pendant is for you."

A wave of inexplicable joy surged within him, and almost instinctively, Ye Qingshan was about to nod his head

The monk observed an astonishing spirit in the young bear, which was the size of a small dog.

When he was about two meters away from the monk, Ye Qingshan stood up, staring with his pure black eyes, his two bear paws raised high, covered in white snow, striking the toes of the three-meter tall golden Buddha.

Cold! So cold that it sends shivers down one's spine, as the biting wind sweeps through, seemingly penetrating through flesh and blood directly into the bones.

A distance of no more than one hundred meters is, for Ye Qingshan, no less than a Long March of twenty-five thousand li. The cold wind howls, mixed with snowflakes, causing his dark brown short hair to turn white.

With a furious roar, Mother Bear took a sudden step forward, her voice booming like rolling thunder. The accumulated snow on the ancient pines around her was shaken loose in unknown quantities, and her claw-like paws sprang forth from her flesh, glaring fiercely at the outstretched hand of the foreign monk.

That was the sound of Ye Qingshan falling in the snow. The layer of golden Buddha outside the monk's body disappeared, and Ye Qingshan lost his support, directly falling to the ground in a most unfortunate manner.

Would you be willing to go with me

A gust of strong wind swept over, leaving Ye Qingshan with an inexplicable chill. He instinctively shrank his neck, and then Mama Bear's large paw once again slapped him into the snow, looking down with satisfaction at the young bear Ye Qingshan, who lay in the snow with wide, innocent eyes, looking utterly bewildered

Thus, in this cold and snowy northern region, a gigantic brown bear towering two stories high and a pale-faced monk surrounded by a three-meter tall aura stood in silent confrontation. A young bear, measuring at most twenty centimeters in length, wobbled as it crawled between the two dominant figures

8 meters

Would you like to come with me

When he saw the enormous mother bear using her massive paw to swat the cub into the snow, the monk once considered retaliating, for in that moment, he perceived a flaw in the formidable mother bear. However, the monk ultimately refrained from striking back. The first reason was that he was too severely injured; even if he engaged in combat with the mother bear, the best outcome would merely be mutual destruction, and he was unwilling to fight to the death with her. The second reason, though perhaps not truly a reason, also contributed to his decision not to act.

Speaking while retreating step by step

Ye Qingshan was taken aback, a myriad of thoughts racing through his mind. He quickly nodded, then shook his head again, attempting to explain, but to the ears of the monk, all of Ye Qingshan's explanations sounded like nothing more than a series of crisp bear roars.

Ye Qingshan felt nauseous and also experienced a strong sense of dizziness

After crawling out of the snowdrift, Ye Qingshan called out a couple of times to Bear Mother in a tender voice, then moved his stiff body towards the foreign monk

The expression on the monk's face remained grim, his pale complexion devoid of any trace of color. When Bear Mother saw Ye Qingshan, it was evident that the monk also noticed him. Upon seeing Ye Qingshan, the monk felt a heavy weight in his heart. In the natural world, one of the three events that hunters dread the most is encountering a wild beast with its young.

Trembling, Ye Qingshan walked past Mama Bear, believing that she had noticed him, for Mama Bear used her enormous paw to swat him into a nearby snow den. There was no wind, and although it was very cold inside the snow den, it was at least much warmer than outside. However, Ye Qingshan did not hide here.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Mama Bear smiled broadly and then plopped down right next to Ye Qingshan, lifting him up from the snow and placing him in her embrace. She then began to feast on the wolf corpses around her. The northern Bear Ridge is very cold, with temperatures reaching several degrees below zero, making it a place where water freezes instantly. The ground is littered with wolf corpses, some of which are frozen, while others have not yet completely succumbed to the cold.

Standing on more than one meter of snow, the two-month-old Qing Shan does not need to worry about sinking into the snow. In such weather, the only enemy is the exceptionally cold temperature surrounding him

That expression seemed to say: "What are you doing to my son? If you move your claws any closer, I will slap you to death!"

At that moment, the monk shook his head with a bitter smile, a hint of regret in his eyes, and sighed, "Indeed, I was overthinking; how could a young bear possibly understand human language?"

Mother Bear did not continue the pursuit, likely due to her apprehension regarding the strength of the foreign monk, allowing him to leave unimpeded