Kick-Ass David took Jason to the entrance of a courtyard and told him that all his questions could be answered here.
This kind of courtyard is rarely seen in New York City. It has a very Oriental style, with gravel paving and Japanese sliding paper doors.
Including the cherry trees in the courtyard, they are not something you can see everywhere in New York.
"My master, I've been looking for you." David was leading Jason.
"Your master?" Jason asked curiously.
"Yes, I met the master on my way home after meeting you that day." David said excitedly. "He said he could teach me to be a superhero!"
"Huh?" Jason was a little surprised.
"Don't disbelieve me. My master is called Stick, and he's a very powerful man." Kick-Ass looked at Jason and said as he seemed a little unconvinced.
In an ancient Japanese-style room, Jason met the old man whom David called Master. He looked quite old.
But he looks very energetic. The sunglasses he wears and the blind cane beside him remind Jason that this old man is blind.
But this did not make Jason feel contemptuous at all.
The old man with the stick was just kneeling there simply, but like an ancient pine tree, he had a feeling of toughness and strength.
It is as if the pine trees I saw on the cliffs of Huangshan in my previous life, growing between the cliffs, and still standing strong and unyielding despite the baptism of mountain wind, rain and snow.
"Welcome, Night Walker, please take a seat." When David pushed open the sliding door, the old man with the stick knew who was coming.
Sometimes a blind person can see more than a person with sharp eyesight.
Out of basic courtesy to the old man and judging from the furnishings, the old man with a stick must have been deeply influenced by Oriental culture, Jason bowed slightly as a courtesy.
The old man with the stick, who was obviously blind, sat up straight and bowed in return.
"Hello, old man." At the signal of the old man with the stick, Jason sat cross-legged on the tatami beside him.
"According to what David said, you know a lot about the Hand. Do you know what snakeroot and black spaces are?" Jason's question was a little urgent.
"You are not at peace, Night Walker. I can tell you are anxious." The old man with the stick did not rush to answer Jason's question. "This mood is not conducive to our conversation."
"Would you like tea?" the stick man asked. "I'll ask David to bring some tea."
"It's okay, but I don't really like Japanese matcha." Jason said as he looked at the house which was entirely in Japanese style.
"I'll ask David to bring some Chinese green tea." The old man nodded and said, "David, go get some tea, and ask Matt to come over too."
David obeyed and left here, serving tea and calling the man named Matt as requested by the old man with the stick.
The old man with the stick sat there quietly without making any sound. The whole courtyard was very quiet, as if it had isolated itself from the hustle and bustle of New York.
The only sounds here are the gurgling water in the courtyard and the rustling of leaves in the night wind.
This kind of silence made Jason feel a little uneasy, because his heart had not been at peace these days, but rather extremely irritable, which made him feel out of place here.
"What are you upset about?" The old man with the stick seemed to be able to sense Jason's irritation.
"Lots of things, unknown monsters, ninjas in New York City, my friend's strange disease, and all kinds of messy things." Jason was indeed very upset.
"You are a cultivator." The old man with the stick said without thinking.
"What?" Jason didn't react at once.
"I can feel that you are a practitioner. Because I am also a practitioner." The old man with the stick said softly.
"Practitioners practice to comprehend the source of power in this world. In this way, they break through the limits of the human body and explore the mysteries of life and power."
"But unfortunately, when I was young, I was very competitive and impatient. Because I have no vision, I hope to have powers that normal people don't have."
"I went astray and lost this power for a time. Even now I dare not teach my disciples any true secrets of practice. I am afraid that they will become like me in the past."
"You are in a very similar situation to me back then. You are mentally unstable and lack sufficient willpower. You are easily influenced by external things."
"You fight against the underground dark forces of New York City all the time. You kill many people, even many non-human creatures."
"All of this will secretly erode your soul without you noticing."
"Power is not eternal. It changes with you. It can be violent or gentle, but if your mind cannot control it, you will become a slave to power."
The old man's words struck Jason like lightning. He had never thought about these issues, but he was impatient and even took his anger out on others.
These things were completely out of character for him before. Even if he was really angry at someone, he would keep it in his heart and would not simply and crudely vent it out with violent words.
Is he getting more and more angry now? Jason asked himself, yes.
Just as he had felt before, the system only gave power and how to use it, but never taught any principles.
It didn't even point out whether the exercises had any effect on people. Is all this really good? For the first time, Jason had doubts in his heart.
"Master, the tea is here." When David came to the room again, he was holding a tray with a set of tea set in it.
Jason felt that the person following behind him was inexplicably familiar. He was wearing a dark red leather jacket and had two slightly protruding horns.
He seemed to have seen this man named Matt somewhere before. It was not until David brought the tea to him that he suddenly remembered who he was.
I seem to have seen this person's movie in my previous life. If I remember correctly, his name is Daredevil, and he is also known as the Fearless Man.
He is a respected lawyer during the day and a dark law enforcer at night. He is merciless and kills all criminals without mercy.
He is a guy who is comparable to the Punisher, or even more ferocious than the Punisher.
"Master." Daredevil bowed slightly to the old man with the stick, then knelt and sat down below the old man.
Kick-Ass David sat at the very end. It turned out that this old man with a stick was Daredevil's master! Kick-Ass was actually Daredevil's junior fellow student.
The world was in chaos. Jason had to drink some hot tea immediately to calm himself down.
The hot steam of green tea lingers on the rim of the coarse porcelain cup, and the light tea fragrance and golden tea color complement each other. It tastes slightly bitter at first, but it tastes slightly sweet after taking a deep breath.
The warm tea flowed down his throat and esophagus to warm Jason's heart and lungs. In an instant, Jason felt that his originally agitated mood had been calmed down.
"This is a specialty of the Chaste." The old man with the stick seemed to know Jason's surprise and spoke.
"I think we can have a good conversation in your current state Night Walker."
"Yes, I feel much better now." Jason said after taking a deep breath.
"The Hand was born in the East more than 800 years ago. Initially, they were just farmers who formed a self-protection alliance during the turbulent times and some samurai who had lost their identities." The old man with a stick took a sip of tea and began to speak.
"After that, the East experienced a lot of turmoil, and these samurai began to train the peasants to learn some fighting skills."
"During the Warring States Period in the East, a monarch emerged in the East who was committed to unifying the chaotic East."
"Anyone who disobeys his rule will be killed by him, whether they are monks or ninjas."
"He broke through the castle of the Koga ninja in the East, and the ninjas fled everywhere. The Hand took in some of the ninjas."
"These ninjas brought more secret techniques, which are the secret teachings of Koga. Everyone is very happy. This allows everyone to have the ability to protect themselves in troubled times."
"However, this world has never lacked ambitious people. A warrior betrayed the teachings of the Hand and began to believe in the evil beast rumored in the secret arts."
"The Hand began to split, and under the leadership of this person, it became the current Hand. They became the Root Grass Snake Clan."
"They believe in evil gods who can use the lives of the living as sacrifices to resurrect the dead."
Jason was a little surprised now. Resurrection of the dead? Is this really a joke? If there really is such a secret technique, then it is completely understandable to believe in the so-called evil god.
Because to ordinary people, the resurrection of the dead is a miracle.
The old man seemed to know what Jason was thinking, and he continued, "But everything has a price, and resurrection is not a simple matter."
"Each resurrection will tear off a piece of your soul, and your empty soul will be filled by the beast."
"If you keep resurrecting, your soul will be torn apart continuously. In the end, will your soul still be you? Or will the living person still be you?" The old man with the stick's tone was hollow, but it made people sweat.
"But the other faction of the Hand disagrees with all this. Bloody and meaningless killings. Death is an inevitable part of life. Any attempt to escape death will eventually be punished by death."
"They split into another faction, called the Chaste. I am now the leader of the Chaste." The old man with the stick said calmly, turning his head towards Jason. "I hope you can help us Night Walkers. You are a powerful practitioner. With your participation, we will be more confident in the war against the Hand."
"Excuse me, please let me ask why first, or what do the Hand want to do now?" The old man with the stick just told a story, but he didn't say the key part. Jason had some doubts.
"Because the Hand are preparing to resurrect the beasts, Black Sky has already appeared in New York." The speaker was Daredevil, and his tone was much more intense than that of the Stick.
"Black Sky is the carrier of the beast. Once the beast is resurrected, it will plunge New York and even the entire United States into chaos. It feeds on fear and chaos."
"It enjoys blood and killing. All of this is the source of its power, and its existence will accelerate the expansion of these desires in people's hearts."
"As long as it comes into this world, it can affect people's minds, even if you don't need to be close to it. It can affect you just from a distance."
"When its power reaches its peak, it will spread chaos and bloodlust across the globe."
"WHAT~THE~FUXF." Jason felt this matter was very tricky because Spider-Man's situation was too similar to what Daredevil said.
"And the Hand has another powerful weapon in their hands. Although they rarely use it, once they use it, there will be few people in this world who can stop them." The old man with the stick said in a serious tone.
"Because that's Ghost Rider, the agent of Hell. So I expect you to help us fight the Hand, just as you've been protecting New York."
"The Chaste ninjas have suffered heavy casualties. We need your and your team's help."
Wait, what did I just hear? An evil god who feeds on fear and bloodshed, a group of mysterious ninjas who can be resurrected infinitely, and Ghost Rider?
What happened? Director, is the script you gave me correct? Jason was devastated.
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