The Monk's gaze shifted. "I was at Yunliu Temple before," he answered. "I was self-taught, picked up a few things. Look, Brother Zheng, didn't my leg injury heal back then?"
"You call that healing?" WHACK! Zheng Xiu rapped the Monk soundly on the head. "That was your special Constitution! Your leg just grew new flesh on its own!"
The Monk chuckled sheepishly. "But I can't just stand by and watch someone die."
Zheng Xiu pressed his lips together and asked, "Have you forgotten what I told you?"
The Monk shook his head. "I haven't forgotten." With that, he smiled faintly, placed his palms together, calm and composed. "But Brother Zheng, do you still remember what happened when we stopped in Jingtang Town?"
Zheng Xiu frowned. "What happened?"
The Monk smiled and said:
"The people of Jingtang Town suffered from the Centennial Worm. Since ancient times, they've 'cured' the Cotton Shedding by burning pregnant women to death."
