Chapter 17: KNOW YOUR FRIENDS

Not but a few hours had past when the traveling group had already fallen silent, except for Big Bang who followed a stone's throw from their rear, singing old travelers' hymns and tavern songs with surprising ability. It was not long before he fell asleep, snoring away on his steed which nonetheless continued to match the pace of the group. Sun Xin led them from further in the front where he could hear less of Big Bang's obnoxious singing.

"So... I know that Sun Xin is a really important person. But, can anybody tell me who really he is? I mean, I know he's a great fighter. I've seen him in combat. He's a living weapon," said Jirgal innocently, trying to break the awkward silence. Buff Baby and Zuo Shilong simply shrugged though wondering the same thing.

"I am not sure. Maybe he is former military or Imperial Police?" said Zuo Shilong.

"Eh... I've heard the stories. He's quick but he ain't that tough. That hat of his just makes him look dangerous," commented Buff Baby. Wen Xiao laughed in amusement at hearing all of their comments.

"I can't believe you haven't figured it out yet. That man is the Wandering Wolf himself-the blue knight-errant who has been wreaking havoc in the underworld for ten years, the one who assassinates other assassins!" she said.

A look of surprise came upon Zuo Shilong's face. "Wow, is that true? I never would have guessed he was the one. I thought the Wolf was just a legend- some new bedtime story parents told their kids so they would behave," Zuo Shilong said with hint of excitement.

Buff Baby merely scoffed, trying to look unimpressed. "I had a feeling it was him. Didn't want to give in to my presumptions."

"Nope, doesn't ring a bell," shrugged Jirgal. "Where'd he come from anyway?"

"From what I have been able to piece together, I learned that a master of a renowned and rare sword style saved him from a village that was being ransacked by some band of powerful cutthroats twenty years ago. He found that the boy had managed to kill his attackers after they had already murdered his entire family in his home. The master took him as his apprentice and adopted him as his son. After ten years of training, Xin reclaimed his "Sun" family name, and since that time, has made a name for himself as the "Wandering Wolf". He has killed everyone from warlords and corrupt officials, to murderous mobsters, and even serial killers. Anyone and everyone who operates outside of moral and natural laws knows of him and fears him," explained Wen Ping as he rode erectly on his horse.

"Is that why he's so broody all the time? Because of his traumatic past?" asked Jirgal innocently.

"No. He is a focused warrior of great conviction. He has led a life that has made him superior to other men," answered Zuo Shilong. "This is why I believe he does what he does, living by the sword. It gives him meaning. I watched him in the field at Liaodong Peninsula. He moved with speed and precision like none other I have seen. He had passion in the battlefield; his techniques were executed with conviction. Every maneuver was deadly," he said with admiration as he recalled the battle. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head with approval of the memory.

"Why don't you just marry him, monk?" sneered Buff Baby.

"You are just jealous that a man like the Wandering Wolf has accomplished more than you could ever hope in your life," said Zuo Shilong.

"Oouuccchh," cracked Jirgal. "I felt that from here!"

"Ha! You are a funny little bald man. Were it not for my promise to the mentor, I would have broken you before we departed the capital."

"Yes, that is all you know how to do-answer your problems with brute strength," said Zuo Shilong.

"And it has yet to have failed me!" added Buff Baby.

"Anyway," continued Wen Xiao, slightly uneasy with Buff Baby's interaction with Zuo Shilong. "Sun Xin is not much for socializing, but he is truly a sight to behold on the field," added Wen Xiao. "Do you remember the story of the Butcher of Shaanxi some years ago? For several months, entire villages had become ghost towns, often times completely littered with dismembered bodies. Sometimes they were hung out to dry like meat. Dozens others went missing, only to have been found far away to die gruesome, terrible deaths. The prefects did not have a clue and the government was becoming desperate. That man," she said pointing to Xin, "brought an end to the massacre. He received no great reward, no praise, and refused public recognition other than the infamy he gained in the Underworld. He was never the same after that either," she added. "One can only wonder about the whole story."

"He is fueled by a passionate hatred for evil and all those who live by it... even though he continues to pay a dear price. I find such a principle to be most admirable," commented Zuo Shilong, proud to be traveling with the legendary Wandering Wolf himself.

Buff Baby just scoffed, trying to not look impressed. "Yeah, now I can see why you didn't fit in the Shaolin temple."

Jirgal took notice at the faint hints of insecurity he saw in Buff Baby.

"Don't worry, big guy. While I played dead in the battlefield I watched you fight like a rabid bear ripping up a bunch of dogs. That was impressive too," Jirgal said with a grin, trying to encourage Buff Baby. The large man only kept looking forward but managed to smile when he thought no one was looking. Wen Xiao casually observed the four men that accompanied them and could not help but ask questions.

"You are a most curious trio. How did the three of you ever even manage to end up with the Blue Bladesman?" asked Wen Xiao.

"Mentor brought us three together. He befriended us during his northward journey from Guangxi province," answered Zuo Shilong. "I decided to follow him to an ancient monastery in the Huangshan range. Our journey there led us to encounter Jirgal and this 'bandit' Buff Baby."

"Mentor? Ah, you mean the old sage. What kind of a name is 'Buff Baby' for a bandit anyway??" scoffed Wen Xiao. Buff Baby frowned and bit his lips for a moment before answering.

"I was born this way-a freak of nature since birth. I was admired by many and hated by some... but I was just that. A freak. As a child I was bullied until one day I snapped and threw one of the neighborhood kids across the street. He nearly died and was never able to walk straight again. Even my parents could not bear to look at me. I ran away. As a child it was a curse but as an adult I had gained tremendous respect. I've yet to see a man bigger or stronger than me," Buff Baby boasted as he proudly flexed his massive bicep. "And you will learn to give my name some respect if you don't want to be quartered by my bare hands."

"Relax, big man. I meant no insult," she said shaking her head. She redirected her attention to Zuo Shilong. "You are clearly from the Shaolin Temple. Did you run away?"

"You ask way too many questions, sister," Wen Ping interjected.

"It is alright," assured the Shaolin monk. "I was banished from the temple some months ago. I had questioned everything and grew very tired of living the monotonous lifestyle of the monk. They grew tired of me as well until I did something that gave them the perfect excuse to drive me away. Now I am here."

"I can't say I blame you. I'd get pretty tired praying and exercising all day myself," she said with a chuckle. "You mentioned a monastery in Huangshan? I've never heard of such a place."

"That's impossible. There has never been a report of a temple or monastery of sorts in that mountain range," Wen Ping interrupted.

"Well, I can tell you for sure that it's there and that it is quite monumental," answered Jirgal.

"We took an obscure and unlikely path to reach it. It is a mysterious and remarkable place. I hope to return someday," said Zuo Shilong.

"You're trading one temple for another?" Wen Xiao asked.

"Well, I do not plan on staying on the road for the rest of my life. I liked it there. I felt free and at peace."

"I don't want to call you a liar but I still have my doubts as to the existence of this monastery," said Wen Ping.

"Someday I shall take you there," Zuo Shilong told him.

It became awkwardly silent for some time until Buff Baby cleared his throat to continue the conversation. It did after all help pass the time.

"So, you wanted to be a merchant now, did you?" he asked turning his attention to Jirgal. "Peddling the goods of artisans and craftsmen is not much for social status, especially in this dynasty."

"Meh," Jirgal shrugged. "Who cares about social status when you're filthy rich? That was the plan anyway. I wanted to be like those fat merchants who mastered the art of trade and money-handling," he said, almost in a daydream. "I wasn't going to let what people thought of my 'Menggu ancestry' keep me from achieving the Ming Dynasty dream. Oh, to live large and in charge. The fair ladies of the city would be pining to be my betrothed," he said grinning from ear to ear as he rested his chin on his hand.

"How can you conduct business if you are unable to read?" asked Zuo Shilong.

"I know just enough to sign small contracts and work with numbers. It's adequate to get by. My grandmother was Han and she taught me such things."

"You Menggu ancestry leaves you open to bigoted treatment. That must affect your chances of success," Buff Baby thought aloud.

"I do what I have to. I can't exactly change my pronounced features," Jirgal said pointing to his face. "I can't hide who I am even if I wanted to. Can't say I was doing so well as a merchant. People say I'm too gullible and not clever enough. I say screw 'em. I was going to have my day soon. Instead, I'm here with you guys."

"Fate may have something else in mind for you, friend," remarked Buff Baby. He turned his head to the rear of the group. "What about him? What's his story?" Buff Baby asked, pointing his back his thumb toward Big Bang.

Wen Ping and Wen Xiao turned their heads to see him asleep on his horse. "Even we don't want to know," they said simultaneously.

As a storm brewed from the east, the team proceeded to a remote inn frequented by travelers and popular with merchants. It was on the far side of the mountain, found only through a winding path that diverted from the common trade routes. The air grew cold fairly quickly and the wind began to pick up speed.

"This is Golden Dragon Inn. The man we seek frequents this place so we will stay here at least until the storm passes. The inn keep is an old friend," Xin informed the team.

"Did you hear that?" said Jirgal. "He has friends!"

Zuo Shilong nudged his elbow and gestured for him to shush. They parked the horses in the nearby stable and entered the building which was lodged snugly against the shallow mountain slope surrounded by trees and large rocks. The inn's dining hall was empty, save for a couple of hungry travelers who consumed bowls of hot soup and did not notice the heavily armed company as they entered. Big Bang lagged behind as he struggled to shake the grogginess from his long nap.

"Well, well, if it isn't the long-lost lone wolf finding its way back to its den!" The middle-aged innkeeper emerged from the cellar with a cheerful grin. He greeted Sun Xin with a fist-in-hand salute as he bowed. "You've caused quite a stir in these parts, friend. Word has it that you're helping the Ming Army fight the pale invaders?"

"Is nothing I do a secret anymore?" Xin said as he returned the salute. He was glad to see a friendly face from better times past. "It is good to see you too, Tong."

"News travels fast nowadays, especially if it's about you," he laughed. He scratched his head as he turned his eyes toward Sun Xin's most unusual companions. "I've never known you to travel with company. Off to some all-important mission? Or are you finally getting soft and lonely traveling the old roads?" he chuckled. He greeted the rest of them in acknowledgment of their presence... except for Big Bang who seemed to have been locked in a daydream.

"I wish I had more time to catch up with you, old friend, but we're not here just to sample your famous soup." He leaned closer to Tong and spoke in a lower tone. "I'm looking for Bai Lang... and it is sort of urgent."

"I see, I see," Tong said nodding, his expression turning serious. "Take a seat and make yourselves comfortable while I fetch you fellas something warm for your bellies." The team merged two tables and took seats around them. It was rather quiet and the eerie sound of the howling wind beating against the walls of the inn was strangely comforting. The tell-tale pitter patter of the rain began to echo across the hall. Everyone was rather quiet because of hunger.

In the awkward moment of silence, the team merely looked around the hall for something to focus their gaze. Buff Baby drummed his fingers on the table, Big Bang picked his nose, and Zuo Shilong sat erectly with his eyes closed. The Academicians remained standing; they leaned back against the hall's support beams with their arms crossed.

Sun Xin observed the ornate metal staff strapped to Zuo Shilong's back. He rested his elbow on the table and rubbed his chin when he recognized the distinct patterns and design of the weapon. "How did you come about with such a thing, monk?" he said pointing at the staff. Zuo Shilong looked at him with raised eyebrows and an expression that read "I beg your pardon?"

Buff Baby smirked and took the opportunity to explain instead. "Hah, I knew I wasn't the only one who took notice. That iron rod you're sportin', monk, used to belong to a high-ranking prefect from the Northern Song Dynasty-almost five hundred years ago. Legend said that he was unmatched in his skill to wield the staff forthe weapon was believed to be virtually unbreakable, forged by a master craftsman whose name had all been lost to time. In a fit of rage, he had used the staff to kill the very magistrate who had commissioned him."

The rest of the crew turned their heads toward Buff Baby, not expecting in the least that such storytelling would have come from him.

"Is that so?" Zuo Shilong asked with excited interest. He unstrapped the staff from his back and looked upon it with a renewed curiosity. It was the very same one that Buff Baby spoke of.

"Aye, it is. He regretted the deed but he became a fugitive and went into exile for some years. He reemerged as a completely different man. He asked a famous jeweler to engrave a unique creed into staff's midsection but the weapon was so solid he had to use a diamond chisel and a very heavy hammer to complete the engraving; it took forty days and nights. The staff turned to legend when the Nuzhen established their Jin Dynasty on the northern half of the country. Then after the Menggu had completed their conquest of the empire, all trace of the staff had been lost."

"Now, how is it that you happened across the relic now in your possession?" Xin cut in, questioning him as if conducting an interrogation. Zuo Shilong paused for a moment to digest what Buff Baby had told him, and he was left in awe of what he heard.

"It-it was a generous gift from the Keeper of -"

"Here we are," said Tong, unwittingly interrupting Zuo Shilong as he approached them with two trays of hot soup bowls. "These are on the house," he said cheerfully as he distributed the bowls which the group received most gratefully. He pulled up a chair next to Sun Xin and rolled up his sleeves.

"I must say, um... 'Bao' is it? That I'm quite impressed with your story," Wen Xiao commented. "I didn't expect that at all."

"Aye, well, don't let the muscles throw you off course. I know some things because I've seen and heard some things," said Buff Baby.

Tong leaned closer to Sun Xin to speak more closely to his ear. "Bai Lang stopped by recently to order his usual favorite. He took a seat by that corner over there as he's always done but something about him seemed rather... off."

"Explain," said Xin, pausing mid slurp. His chopsticks still clung to his lips as the noodles dangled from them.

"He seemed troubled, somewhat preoccupied or anxious. I wanted to speak to him but from what I saw, he seemed to have been... rather volatile. I've never seen him like that before. He had always acted like he was in control, you know what I mean? What I saw that day was the opposite."

"That does seem strange," muttered Xin as he pondered what could have been troubling the old tracker. "When exactly was this?"

"I'd say it was about a week ago. After he paid for his meal he mentioned something about heading southwest. Here's the crazy part: he said he was headed to the Pass. Kept rambling on about something big coming to change our world and that there was something there he needed to know, something he needed to uncover for himself," answered Tong.

"Hah! He said 'about a week ago'!" hollered Big Bang unexpectedly. He danced in place, arms up, bouncing in his seat as if moving to a beat. He continued to sing and giggle to himself.

"Um... is he alright?" Tong asked with a startled look on his face.

"Never mind him. He's in a world of his own," shrugged Jirgal.

"Wait, he went to that Pass? What on earth could have possibly led him there?" Sun Xin questioned.

Tong simply shrugged. "He said he was looking for something there. Or someone."

"What's the Pass?" Zuo Shilong asked while he rubbed his rough, bald head. His hair was growing back.

"Far up northwest of the city of Chang'An there is a misty isolated passage that cuts right through the harsh terrain. It's the Pass of No Return... or Ill Return if you miraculously make it out of there alive," answered Buff Baby. Everyone turned their heads to him, not expecting to be filled in by the rogue. "Only a few know how to get there... but it is taboo. Naught but creepy stories surround that place. One says that in the early days of the Yuan Dynasty a renegade squad of Menggu horsemen went there looking for some lost treasure from the Warring States era. Only one returned to tell the tale but he didn't have the sanity to recall the events coherently. Three days after his return, he committed suicide and the Khan formally decreed the pass forbidden territ'ry." He took his soup bowl and chugged the broth with all of its meaty contents at once then casually wiped his mouth with his arm.

"For goodness sakes, how do you guys know all about these crazy stories?? I've traveled to many places but I've never heard of this Pass of la-lala," Jirgal exclaimed, throwing up his arms and rolling his eyes.

"They're campfire stories. Except burp, this one is as real as it gets. Believe me," Buff Baby answered.

"Do not let childish superstitions cloud your heads. That is our next destination, and we are going to have to complete it in half the usual time. Make sure the horses are fed and watered," Xin commanded to the two Academicians."Thank you for this information, Tong. It was right for us to visit."

"I hope you know what you are doing," replied Tong. "There are places where even the strongest of men dare not go. Also, be careful. Bai Lang did not act like the man I knew."

"I ain't scared of nothin'," Buff Baby sneered arrogantly as he craned his neck for a good crack. Thunder and lightning scorched the skies and the rains poured even harder. It did not appear it was letting up soon so the team filled their bellies.

A Lengthy Discourse between the Sage and the Scholars

The five core members of the Martial Scholars continued to have reservations toward Famin Jie and they decided it wise to better acquaint themselves with the man who so quickly held much sway over the emperor. However, they maintained a certain degree of curiosity that outweighed their conservative regard for the meek hermit. His appearance in the emperor's most secure court was greatly unexpected and made possible only through Sun Xin's vouch.

There were those within the Ministry of Rites who had already openly welcomed Famin Jie into the court while the rest of them looked upon him with disdain for harboring outdated doctrines, upholding ancient rites which were contrary to their own. Famin Jie was not bothered by what they thought of him and was only concerned with being completely obedient to what he continually called the will of Heaven. His presence noticeably strengthened the emperor's faith in the spiritual reality and he had chosen to follow the same path that Famin Jie walked. If only the rest of the imperial administration held the same convictions.

"I do not doubt that he is a man of good character and is of pure intentions, but we must make certain that he will not impede our work or cloud the emperor's judgment to cast doubt over our work," said Lu Guanying to the other four core Martial Scholars.

"I agree, Headmaster. Let us talk to him over hot teaand assess the man. I'm not even sure I completely trust him," Tian Qiu said. "His very existence boggles my mind."

"Still, let us be sure to bestow proper respect. He is after all, the same man who had saved the life of our very own Wandering Wolf," added Zhang Sunzan.

"Yes, but for what ulterior motive? Acts of kindness are rare and they have only ever been for personal gain," said Shang Jian the strategist and the cynic of the group.

"I doubt he knew Sun Xin prior to their meeting. He's harmless. Do you see how meekly he behaves? He exaggerates his frailty though his age does not differ greatly from our own," commented Zhen Shu the armorer and weapon smith.

"Looks can be deceiving. All warfare is based on deception. For all we know he could be a spy from the Underworld," added Shang Jian with his arms crossed and eyebrows crinkled.

"Let's not jump to conclusions. My instincts dictate otherwise. I would know an insincere person when I meet one, much more a spy regardless of their skill in deceit. He is no spy. Just a naïve aging man," said Zhang Sunzan.

Lu Guanying stood silently for a moment or two in deep thought. "Very well then," he said. "Let us invite him for a chat."

Trust was important between comrades in service to the government. Lu Guanying observed Famin Jie and wanted to know him as a person instead of just a strange visitor. The five core members of the Martial Scholars sat before him from across the table with varying facial expressions. They nonetheless managed to smile when he sat before them, a grin displayed across his face. They all just sat there for several moments in awkward silence observing his worn attire, his natural demeanor, and the way he sat and observed the room. Even the Academicians that stood guard nearby shifted uneasily in their posts. Finally, the Headmaster broke the silence.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with us, good sire. We decided since you would be working with us for this much time, we would like to get to know you better," said Lu Guanying. Famin Jie smiled and chuckled knowing full well what it really was the Martial Scholars were trying to do.

"I appreciate the gesture, gentlemen. I am always up for some good conversation."

"So... where are you from? What is your specialty?" asked Tian Qiu, being straight to the point.

"Well, I am from the South. Before here I lived in Guangxi province. I've lived most of my life there. Since I was a young man, I have had a knack for using plants and various herbs for medicines and treatments for ailments, pain, and injury. My practice had become quite successful and my clinic had expanded many times. However, my success had left me feeling empty. After experiencing a personal crisis I was eventually left with nothing. Later I found a higher calling and decided to answer it. I have been waiting patiently ever since." Famin Jie lowered his gaze as he recalled the memories of his previous life.

"How would you describe your role in the palace during this time of crises, Sage?" said Lu Guanying. "Would you be so kind as to share with us your aims for the court?" He was straight to the point.

Famin Jie managed a smile as usual and simply let humility dictate his responses. "I'm flattered you call me sage but quite honestly I have no real specialties other than the use of herbs and plants for medicine. I sit before you today because I have decided follow a very narrow... and difficult Path. That Path has led me here, to the very palace of the emperor," he replied. "I wish to assist the emperor throughout this ordeal and remind him to walk according to Heaven's leading. Much of what will develop in our conflict rests on his decisions."

"You must understand, Sage that we do not discredit your... erm... spiritual support for our cause, but the emperor and the nation are in good hands with the League and the faithful Academicians, many of whom have earned the rank of Minor Martial Scholar. Our order feels that the emperor might become distracted from more immediate matters such as the nation's defense and ongoing preparations for the potentiality of war. Please, do not feel offended by our sentiments but know that we respect you for your pure intentions and for what you have done for our agent the Wandering Wolf."

Famin Jie just chuckled. "I take no offense. I understand completely. However, I also wish you noble men of great achievement would realize that the Middle Kingdom's current and upcoming trials are, in fact, spiritual battles more so than they are physical ones. What we are fighting for is much more than freedom and our nation's sovereignty. Our very souls are at stake! The darkness that drives the Terukk is very real, Headmaster, and if we are not aware of it, we will succumb to it or it will consume us all," Famin Jie lamented to him.

The Martial Scholars looked to each other as if uncertain of how to react to such a statement. However, Tian Qiu felt compelled to voice his thoughts.

"I appreciate and respect your religious dispositions and I am sure you will not do anything to impede our work. When we are victorious against the Terukk, there will be much time for spirituality. I believe martial skill and intelligence win wars. Simply philosophizing without taking aggressive action yields little to no results. This is why the League and the Wandering Wolf are successful in what we do," he expressed.

"By what standard does your order measure success? I mean no disrespect, but from my observations, crime is still abundant. Corruption still plagues the cities and prefectures, and evil agents still abound, seemingly undeterred, if not further inspired by your brutal acts of vigilantism. If anything, it may have worsened. Mere violence alone is only answered by more violence. If you kill one cockroach one hundred more will simply take its place. Eliminating the symptoms does not cure the disease. Likewise, simply killing and imprisoning evil doers does not remove the heart's evil intent. There numbers will just continue to grow and the problems will persist. They must learn of the truth and experience the transforming power of love. I learned this l truth through my practice of traditional medicine," answered Famin Jie.

"If madmen or bandits entered your abode with the intent to hurt you or those you hold dear, will you simply preach to them about 'love' and 'truth' in the hopes that they will change their minds?" questioned Tian Qiu, perhaps with a hint of spite.

"Of course I will fight in defense of my friends. Even if it takes my life, I will lay down my life for them. Immediate danger calls for swift action, but I cannot help but feel misunderstood. These truths I share with you are for the long term, the only solution for many of our society's ills! If all people knew of the Way and walked in it, which any may enter, if only they knew impartial love for their neighbors, hearts will change and the desire to commit evil against others will almost disappear. I believe it is possible to return to the golden era of the Sage Kings. A sword provides immediate self-defense but it is not what creates a thriving and righteous society."

"Still today, there are many wicked men and women, especially those in the darkest places who have consciously decided continue on their accursed path, reveling in it, and boasting it proudly. The swords of the righteous must strike them down. It is a great responsibility for those who have the power," Lu Guanying said with conviction.

"Yes, unfortunately, sometimes such recourse is all that remains for those who seek good and justice... especially in these dark, dark days. But I will tell you what I have told others before. The effects of the sword are immediate but are also temporary. Strike them down today and it will only continue in the next day and the in next. Ask Sun Xin. I am sure he is well-acquainted with the pattern by now," said Famin Jie, perhaps with even a hint of light-hearted sarcasm.

Lu Guanying understood early on what Famin Jie was trying to say. The League had long attempted to use fear as a tool against their enemies but it had only ever prompted responses of anger and revenge. True, they had brought many to justice through force. Everyone from common frontier thieves and warlords, to corrupt governors or magistrates, and the thousands of their other followers have been effectively destroyed thanks to the Scholars' deep-rooted connections to high places. There was no doubt that secret order of watchmen that was the League of Martial Scholars was highly effective in, what was in reality, vigilantism. They had long eluded the officially recognized authorities with their shadowy underground work. Lu Guanying had always believed that the League had selflessly worked for the cause of good and justice, administering punishment and vengeance through the sword for the sake of the empire. He frowned and bit his lip.

As the leader of the League, he had to admit that the Martial Scholars were no closer to accomplishing their goals than when they had first begun, even when the mere mention of their name had become considered taboo by those who dwelt in or frequented the underworld. The only thing that had really changed over the years was the participants.

"We can debate the effectiveness of our methods on another day. Our dark times, this new war calls for the sword and the cannon. The Terukk are an immediate threat and I find it necessary that they should be destroyed no differently from all those who have been struck by the righteous blade of the League. What say you, Sage?" questioned Lu Guanying as if challenging the old man's perspectives. Famin Jie closed his eyes and nodded as he rubbed his bearded chin.

"The Terukk are not men that can be reasoned with or changed through revelation and truth, for deception is their tool, and it is through lies and darkness that they prosper. They have come so that they may invade and destroy in the name of the Darkness they serve." He sighed and rested his elbows on the table. "Yes, they most certainly must be fought with the sword, but most importantly, the spiritual warfare they bring is far more significant than the one they wage with solid weapons," Famin Jie said. "They come to not only enslave us and destroy our land, but to conquer our minds and hearts. When it comes to defeating the Terukk, I will help the nation in a different and equally important way."

The Scholars again looked to each other not sure what to say. "There are two different kinds of wars being waged here. I will fight the fight of the spirit. You continue the fight of bombs and steel as necessary."

"Well, I am glad we both agree on defeating the Terukk, but you are puzzling to say the least, Sage. I, however, see them as nothing more than a completely different race-one that wishes to expand its own empire from across the sea. The Menggu have attempted this as well, but the Ming succeeded in ousting them permanently. Still, I believe that such hubris will be put to death if they think it will be so easy to defeat us. They are a sly, albeit, a more sophisticated kind of conqueror," said Shang Jian the Scholars' chief strategist. There was a tone of what sounded like admiration for the Terukk's enigmatic existence. He clenched his fists on top of the table as if wanting to slam them into something.

"Oh, my friend, if only it were so simple. This is a time of great testing and is but the beginning of our trials," Famin Jie said. "We are pressured on two fronts. It is most crucial that we make wise and patient decisions."

"We will pull through. Sun Xin and his ragtag team are playing a most crucial role for all of us. The army' strength is being restored to a level not seen since the emperor Yongle was on the throne. Our preparedness could not be any better. We must rely on ourselves now."

"You place a very high confidence on the swordsman," said Famin Jie to Lu Guanying, shifting the topic. He took a sip of his tea which had already become lukewarm.

"Yes, he has done more for his country than any soldier or civil servant of any rank. In this world there are only a select few persons in whom I can place my trust and my life. That ranger is one of them," replied Lu Guanying.

"I can see why you feel that way. I just hope he does not succumb to the mental and physical pressures that have been placed upon his shoulders," said Famin Jie.

"I have little doubt he will pull through. He has grown accustomed to extremely daunting tasks such as the one he currently undertakes. Sun Xin has never failed the cause of the Martial Scholars in the few years he has been with us. He is quite a remarkable individual with great patience, rare talents, and very unique skills," said Lu Guanying proudly.

"I have not known him for long, but I can certainly agree with you. However, no man is impervious. We will later find that he will need us more than we need him. Even lone wolves seek others of their kind," Famin Jie commented.

"I must ask of you, sir," continued Lu Guanying. "It has been two thousand years since sages have been involved in state affairs. How is it that you are here now of all times?"

Famin Jie smiled and fell silent for a moment.

"Believe me. I am just as surprised as you are with how I ended up in the presence of the most powerful ruler in the world. I tell you the truth; I am here because I follow the will of Heaven. Outside of that will, my life would have no meaning, and destiny and fate are empty words. That is the only credibility I can offer you, sir," said Famin Jie.

"Right..." muttered Lu Guanying. One of his bushy eyebrows was raised. "I'm afraid that doesn't quite answer my question."

"For many years I sat patiently waiting for Heaven's instruction. I have lived a meager life and though I wanted to tell others of my revelations I could not find many who were ready to listen. But I cannot deny that the events that led me here were supernatural! I know there are those here would discredit me for what I will say. Our civilization is at a crisis. Many great evils have risen against us on all fronts and no matter how confident we feel in our abilities, we cannot win without divine favor. That is why I approached the emperor. Great change must start with him before it could flow down unto the empire. I tell you the truth; my message is the key to winning the greater part of this war. It is a part that we do not immediately see unless it is already too late," Famin Jie testified.

"Your words echo that of Master Mo whose school of thought had been nearly forgotten. Your theological views mirror some teachings from that ancient school. Is it your aim to restore an ancient school of thought?" asked Tian Qiu, who had grown suspicious of the Sage's motives.

"It is so much more than a school of thought, friend. Just like the Old Master, Kong Fuzi, and Zi Mozi of ancient times, I seek to play my part in restoring a society of virtue and righteousness as it was during the days of the Sage Kings. Recent events have revealed to me that my mission begins with assisting the emperor in resisting the Terukk. When the empire returns to its spiritual and moral roots, the Middle Kingdom can find deliverance from its peril-a peril that has only begun and will only continue even well after we win this war. This first trial presented before the Ming may seem to be a dire circumstance, but it is an avenue for Heaven to bring the people back unto the proper path. That is the greatest end. I cannot emphasize this enough."

"Fortunately for you, the Emperor has been convinced of this and I hope you are right. For all our sakes you had better be," remarked Lu Guanying.

Tian Qiu rubbed his forehead and crossed his arms. His face testified to the questions and critical thoughts that ran through his mind. "This land has a legacy of venerating numerous gods. Not to mention that the standards of righteousness differ from one world-view to another. How will you convince the entire nation of hundreds of millions to honor the antiquated ways? The understanding of Heaven has become vague. To the people, it is naught but a mere symbol, if not an expression for a higher power," he expressed. His eyes wandered around the room, his mind still engaged in deep thought.

"Attempts a persuasion are dead ends. I cannot persuade anyone. My only aim is to scatter fruit seeds. The people will listen at the proper time and they will realize the truth when the seeds bear fruit. The evidence shall speak for itself," replied Famin Jie. "Emperor Qin Shi Huang thought it righteous to burn countless books and bury hundreds of scholars to their deaths, yet today we know such acts to be barbaric and cruel. They always have been. What makes our standard better than his? If right or wrong are merely products of popular opinions and feelings and simply a result of the times, then there is no reason why we should not mirror the actions of tyrants to achieve our own benefit."

Faint expressions of what seemed to be approval passed through the faces of the council, though Tian Qiu kept his gaze locked onto Famin Jie. He was only concerned that the Sage's influence in the emperor's court might impede their own work administrating the Six Ministries and waging war against the Terukk.

The Scholars did not see great importance in Famin Jie's mission but they respected him for being a figure of honor and for his traditional spirit. As intellectuals, they appreciated his classical world-views. Despite the fact Sun Xin personally vouched for him, it was evident that they still retained their suspicions about Famin Jie's agenda.

"You say Heaven or this Shang Di has ordained your steps and is seeking to redeem the people. How sure can you be that it is so? How can you be so sure that in fact, your steps are directed by a higher calling?" Lu Guanying questioned sincerely.

"Just a few weeks ago I was living in obscurity in a small homestead very far from here in Guangdong province. I was unknown, relatively poor, and alone. Now I have been to the very courts of the most powerful ruler of the civilized world and have had the privilege of having spoken to him myself. Furthermore, I am in the company of some of the most intelligent and educated men in all the Middle Kingdom. How can I not say that Heaven has ordained my steps! When a man chooses to walk the narrow Path, he will realize that the doors have already been opened. He just has to walk through them," said Famin Jie.

"Perhaps," said Zhang Sunzan cutting into the conversation. "Why call it the will of Heaven when it could just as easily be fate?"

"If fate was the ultimate end, then why do we bother defending ourselves in this war? If fate was the only finality, surely fighting would be vain," Famin Jie answered.

"We fight to achieve the preferable fate or to change the doomed one," Zhang.

"You of all people should know that is not fate," Famin Jie said. "We are presented with a choice. We now must choose how our crisis will end. Should we listen to truth or should we blaze our own trail with our finite wisdom?"

Lu Guanying stroked his beard silently scoffing at Famin Jie's responses. He considered such beliefs and philosophical assumptions to be quite weak or even lazy. Yet, he was greatly intrigued with hermit and wanted to learn more of his unusual perspectives on reality. He shifted topics.

"I have heard you speak many words concerning the Way. Many interpretations have been made concerning that school of thought. Some are even conflicting. I have read the book of the Old Master, Laozi, and until now I cannot in fullness comprehend the philosophy of the Way. It seems to differ in meaning from person to person. Tell me, what is the Way?" Famin Jie could not help but be amused by the Scholars' questions for he knew that they were testing his authority concerning such philosophical issues. The room became silent as the Scholars and the company who happened to have been nearby refocused their ears to Famin Jie's answer.

"The Way is the way," he answered.

"I beg your pardon?" Tian Qiu asked.

"It is the means to true redemption and reconciliation. That's why it is called The Way. It's meaning has been lost through the ages."

"Reconciliation? Redemption? From what?"questioned the Martial Scholars.

"What do you think the Border Sacrifice is for? The emperor performs the ceremony on behalf of the people to atone for our faults and to become right with Shang Di. The sacrifice itself is nothing magical. It is a symbolic representation of the true meaning of reconciliation and redemption. To become right with Heaven one must be perfect and unblemished like the animals offered in the ceremony. However, no one on earth is perfect, but the Way is. It is sufficient. One can find oneness with Heaven by entering into the Way."

Famin Jie maintained his humble smile throughout the length of his answer. Tian Qiu could not help but lower his face into the palm of his hand while listening to what sounded like religious rhetoric. "Is... that... so?" he questioned with a condescending tone. "And how exactly does one gain entry into the Way?" he asked, in an attempt to challenge his theology.

"First you must begin by humbling and emptying yourself completely. Heaven fills and reveals the rest," Famin Jie answered.

"And you know all of this, how? How does Heaven reveal the rest?" Lu Guanying asked with some interest.

"I read the preserved written records and books that Emperor Shi Huangdi thought he had destroyed by fire one thousand seven hundred years ago," Famin Jie grinned. "By then the book itself was already ancient. It is not complete, but oh it is so divine; I can tell you that for certain. The ancients were wise. Very wise."

The five Martial Scholars gasped and murmured as they looked to themselves. Tian Qiu in particular took great interest in his words. A book containing the preserved texts thought to have been destroyed? It was absolutely intriguing to the Scholars.

"Great. He took his lessons from an outdated text written by men who had just learned to forge bronze," Tian Qiu said to himself, though it was rather audible.

"You had better not be fooling with us, sir. Lying is the greatest mistake one can commit against the Martial Scholars," he said pointing two fingers.

"I would never even think pulling such a stunt against you, my neighbor. I too have a great hatred for lies."

"Do you have this text with you now, Sage? Where did you obtain such a priceless gift?" Lu Guanying asked as he leaned forward over the table. "Do understand that the collection and preservation of many old and rare texts is one of the goals of our organization. For us, such a book is a jewel half-buried in the sand."

"It's a big, old heavy thing, very fragile too. It was a gift given by an old friend who mentored me, and he received it from the one who mentored him. I keep it in the bottom of my backpack. Should you have the time, I would be delighted to share its pages with you."

"I appreciate that," Lu Guanying replied.

"What then preceded the Way or Shang Di whom you call Heaven? Does not 'Heaven' need an explanation? Even then the explanation would require an explanation. It will never stop," asked Tian Qiu, suddenly trying to challenge his philosophy. He was clearly not satisfied by Famin Jie's philosophies.

"Ah, yes, the case of infinite regress... there's a reason why the Old Master has called it 'the mystery of mysteries'. Nothing can precede anything if time had yet to exist. It is the beginning and the end. The Way just was, has, and always will be-that is, a necessary entity. Why would the Creator be bound by the natural laws it caused to exist in the first place?If we could fully comprehend it all, then it would not be the Way. Our finite minds cannot understand that which is infinite. Can the ocean fill itself into a soup bowl?"

"I can see what you mean, but I feel that you are begging the question," answered Shang Jian.

"What alternative worldview do you propose?" Famin Jie questioned. "The universe brought itself into existence? That's more difficult than trying to lift your own body by pulling up on your own arm." Tian Qiu cringed through almost the entirety of the discussion. He was not ready to accept such a worldview.

"Is that what happened when you first stood before the emperor? Heaven revealed to him something beyond description? I thought he had gone mad for no reason. We all thought you played some foul trick on him until he immediately defended you. What did you do?" asked Zhang Sunzan as he leaned forward over the table's surface.

"If I knew, I would have told you. Whatever it was he saw and experienced is between him and Heaven. I did naught but pray. I am only an instrument. Shang Di is the composer, orchestrator, and artist," answered Famin Jie. The Martial Scholars looked to each other with blank expressions, again unsure of how to react to such a statement.

Tian Qiu had grown impatient with their lengthy discussion. He reacted with a frustrated outburst that was not expected by his colleagues. The entire conversation unnerved him and he could not stand to listen to any more of Famin Jie's beliefs. "A simple lack of understanding of the natural processes is not an excuse to resort to explanations claiming the involvement of the supernatural. It is fallacious to simply attribute currently unanswerable questions to the work of an invisible and unprovable entity. In what ways does such idle conversation even help us win the war against the Terukk or further the cause of both the Ming Empire and the League of Martial Scholars?" Tian Qiu questioned to his colleagues. "I find no pragmatic application in debating or even discussing such philosophical questions when the world is falling into chaos. Knowledge and intellect win wars, not spirituality and certainly not old teachings. Forgive my passionate disagreement, sage. You are a good man, but I grow restless philosophizing on matters that I believe would not help us on the battlefield," Tian Qiu said, almost in a rant.

"I'm with you on that, brother," commented Shang Jian.

"When you are lost in the darkness and you are trying to find an exit, you need to first shine a light." Famin Jie said softly. He never once thought that he could win the hearts and minds of people simply by talking about his beliefs.

You will soon see the truth of which I speak, he thought to himself. I will continue to walk the path, and Heaven will take care of the rest on my behalf. This is Wu Wei.

The hall had grown awkwardly silent by the time the assembly had completed expressing their thoughts to each other. Lu Guanying attempted to stand up on his feet but was evidently experiencing some discomfort in the process.

"Does something ail you, my friend?" asked Famin Jie.

"Gout. It refuses to subside no matter what I do. My frustration grows with the discomfort," Lu Guanying replied.

"Reduce meat intake and sweets from your diet. Consume more citrus and juicy fruits and leafy greens in all your meals. I have some extra Burdock root for the swelling and fresh ginseng for your well-being. In a few weeks you should find relief."

The Martial Scholars were adamant that only military might and cunning could win the war. Famin Jie remained resolute in the utmost importance of fighting on the spiritual front-the kind unseen by the eyes of man. Unbeknownst to the Martial Scholars, Famin Jie was gifted with an ancient knowledge, wisdom, understanding and discernment so long-forgotten that those who would bear witness to them could only shun him. It was useless trying to convince the likes of the Martial Scholars of what he knew was true. He left that task of realization and enlightenment to Heaven. All Famin Jie could do now was teaching through example and walk the narrow Path of his calling to servanthood.

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While the Forbidden City housed the political affairs of the empire, Famin Jie spent much time studying in solitude inside Hanlin Academy's facilities. He brought with him the old tome wound and bound with stitched bindings. The book was not like any other and to Famin Jie, was the most precious of all the books and scrolls ever written in the Middle Kingdom. It was ironic, however, that Tian Qiu took particular interest in the large text given his disregard and even disdain for religious pursuits. He walked to Famin Jie rather pompously with his hands behind his back.

"That's probably the heaviest book I have ever seen in a long while, perhaps the largest anyone's ever seen. Didn't think you'd be quite the reader. I assume that is the text you had mentioned earlier? The one your mentor handed down to you?" he said as he stared at the tome.

"Indeed this is the one. It is my most prized possession. It's very old and keeping it in good condition can be such a chore, but it is a chore worth repeating," Famin Jie replied. "It's a collection many other select books first written in ancient times from even the early days of the Zhou Dynasty until the beginning of the imperial era during the Qin Dynasty. It combines other books of letters, lost histories, poetries, discourses, and proverbs of sages and teachers from the distant past... these of course do not even include the Four Books, the Five Classics, and the Book of the Way and Virtue-all of which I also hold in high regard."

"Ah, yes, the Four Books and the Classics. I can remember how much my mother pushed me to study and memorize them. Every day, she pushed me to study while my friends frolicked in the streets and ran free. I resented her as a child, but my resentment turned into great gratitude when I placed top score in the Civil Service Exams. By the time I had finished, she no longer lived so that I may be able express my thanks. I rejected a prestigious government office to explore the known world and gain even more knowledge... and honor my mother through continued learning. I've been obsessed with the pursuit ever since." Tian Qiu turned away his gaze and lowered his eyes in deep reminiscence to hide the watering of his eyes. "Listen, sage, I would like to apologize for my outburst earlier today. Even though I do not agree with your perspectives and even somewhat resent your religious dispositions, it was unprofessional to have reacted the way I did. I simply wish the best for the nation."

"I do not hold it against you, Scholar Qiu. A great responsibility has been laid upon you and your colleagues. Such burdens often get the best of us. I'm also sorry to hear about your mother," Famin Jie replied.

Tian Qiu gazed at the text Famin Jie held in his hands. "I am officially intrigued... and not too many things catch my interest these days. Our main bureau at the Guangzhou Academy has a vast collection of books and scrolls both ancient and contemporary. I am personally fond of the sciences, mathematics, law, and the histories-much of which was unique to the dynasty in which it was written... written to only be lost through war and time. War and time-both can be so merciless. However, if what you say is true, what you have in your hands is a far more precious than any of them simply by its antiquity alone," said Tian Qiu. His scholarly spirit grew excited at the thought of having found such priceless knowledge finally recovered after so long.

"At the dawn of the Imperial Era, the first self-proclaimed emperor Qin Shi Huang took power over the Middle Kingdom and reunited our great civilization, ending centuries of bloody civil war. However, he challenged the Mandate of Heaven. He proceeded to consolidate his reign by burning four hundred scholars and countless ancient and sacred texts from the many schools of thought. They included the teachings of the great sages. This first emperor was almost successful were it not for the admirable efforts of surviving students and teachers who salvaged many original manuscripts. They have been carefully selected and painstakingly preserved and copied over the centuries," said Famin Jie to the Martial Scholar. "The orchestrations of Heaven are most magnificent." His eyes sparkled at the opportunity to share such a well-kept secret.

"Even I did not know such efforts were taken to preserve the sacred and rare texts. I am even more intrigued as to how this passed from the knowledge of my order."

"Such knowledge was meant to be kept secret among a chosen few, and then passed down to even fewer from generation to generation. Most people were not meant to know... at least until it was time for it to recirculate. This is what I am now trying to do – reawaken society by enlightening them with the lost wisdom of the ancients passed down directly from Heaven." Famin Jie held the book with both hands and presented it to Tian Qiu who carefully reached for the heavy, old book and opened it. The words were beautifully written in clerical script, the archaic writing style of the pre-imperial era of the Middle Kingdom, but Tian Qiu, being well-versed in the script, understood each word perfectly. The calligraphy seemed to jump out of the brittle pages and they engaged his mind the more he read through each column. His eyes narrowed as they focused deeper into the words that were not only written, but seemingly spoken unto him. He sucked in his teeth and bit his lip before shutting it closed completely. Tian Qiu held it in both hands and gently gestured for Famin Jie to take it back.

"I appreciate your allowing me to peer into such a precious text. But for now, I think it's better if you hold on to it," he said to Famin Jie without even looking into his eyes.

"Profound and powerful, yet gentle as a whisper, is it not?" Famin Jie asked. "It will be here should you ever decide to continue," he whispered with a smiling face that said "I know you saw something special." Tian Qiu stood up and saluted Famin Jie and without uttering another word, made a hasty exit.

"I fear for you, neighbor. You are gifted with great intellect and knowledge beyond most men, but where there should have been wisdom and a cultivation of the spirit, I can sense only a void," Famin Jie thought aloud. "For as you accumulate great knowledge, so does your sorrow increase."

Famin Jie pored over the tome sometimes for hours on end seeking ancient wisdom, truths, and awareness of the Way as Heaven had specially revealed in antiquity. He searched for answers and directions from the old texts which he had always used as the standard example of living. The fears and anxieties that were plaguing the Emperor were also beginning to come upon him so he sought peace within the passages of the tome. Being a mere man, the uncertainties and fears of the future had their means of overwhelming him, but he found profound reassurance as he meditated upon the words with a recitation.

He whispered a prayer during his meditations in such times. "These fears are from the Spirit of Darkness. Remove them from me, O Shang Di, and send them back to the dark depths from whence they came," he cried. "How sovereign You are, O Shang Di who is called Heaven. Even as the darkest of darkness descends upon the world, poised to destroy us, You discern all that is happening and nothing passes without Your knowing. For there is no plan that can succeed against You."

Such spiritual pursuits were misunderstood and held in low regard by those present in the Emperor's court. They continuously occupy themselves with affairs of the world. It was painful to Famin Jie's heart that they did not see the great significance of his ministry to the emperor and to the nation. All would come together in due time, he thought. For now, his earnest prayer was for the Menggu Khan's positive reception of the emperor's humble letter. Everything they could have done for such a cause had already been undertaken. The rest, he believed, would be up to Heaven.