Heaven to Wudang (5 page)

‘No chance of anything non-vegetarian, ma'am?' Ronnie said wistfully.

‘Not on the Mountain, sorry,' I said.

‘Do you mind sharing the info you just gathered?' Ronnie asked LK.

‘Link up, I'll tell you,' LK said. They concentrated on each other and went quiet.

‘So, tell me what kind of work you were doing while you were living here in Asia,' I said to Ben.

‘I'm an engineer, aircraft systems,' he said. ‘So I never had difficulty finding work anywhere we went —'

Simone appeared at the end of the room holding a large, black, flapping tortoise that sprayed muddy water in a wide arc with every movement.

‘Emma, come up to the compound,' she said. ‘I've found Daddy!'

‘John?' I asked the turtle.

Simone was having trouble holding the struggling creature. ‘It doesn't have any intelligence, it's just the animal.'

‘Are you sure —'

‘I know my own father!' she said. ‘Now what do I do with him?'

‘Meet me at the entrance to the Grotto,' I said.

‘Oh, good idea,' she said, and disappeared.

‘That was her father?' Ben said. ‘I thought my wife was strange.'

‘It gets better, I'm engaged to it.' I rose. ‘I'd better head back up, she'll be waiting for me. Wait here for your escort, and I'll see you later when things have settled down.'

‘I'll take it from here,' LK said. He picked up his chopsticks. ‘Now, let's eat!'

‘If you don't mind, Emma,' Ronnie said, ‘I'll go find something a little more —'

‘Carnivorous,' I said. ‘I'll see you later.'

He saluted me and disappeared.

‘Later, guys,' I said, and went out to jog up the winding trail that led back into the Mountain.

S
imone was standing outside the entrance to the Grotto, still holding the struggling turtle. ‘I forgot you can't travel. His panic is easing but he's still fighting me.'

The Grotto entrance was a rock face on the hillside behind the Armoury, a plain grey wall of stone.

‘Have you tried talking to him?' I said, putting my hand on the latch to make the wall disappear. The stone stairs down into the Grotto became visible as the rock faded.

‘Yes, he's not replying. All that stuff with you and the Demon King and the demon essence must have really taken it out of him,' she said.

We started carefully down the steep stairs into the darkness.

‘Where was he?' I said.

‘Hanoi. There were reports of a giant tortoise that used to live in a lake there centuries ago — that it had returned. I had a free period so I wandered down there. God, it stinks — it's so polluted — but there he was, large as life. I couldn't believe it.'

‘Can you do a light while you hold him?' I said.

She struggled to hold the tortoise with one arm around its shell, then made a ball of chi energy that floated to light the tunnel around us. ‘Sorry, forgot you can't see in the dark.'

She hefted the tortoise in both arms again and we continued down. As we headed deeper into the Grotto, the air became colder. Condensation ran down the walls, making the steps slippery.

After two hundred metres, our breath formed fog and the air was still and bitterly cold. I jumped down the steps, trying to move faster to warm myself up. The tunnel opened into the cavern of the Grotto, so huge its walls and ceiling were invisible in the distance. The water before us shimmered in Simone's light. We stood on a ten-metre-wide ledge that jutted five metres into the underground lake. The lake itself was a kilometre long, two kilometres across and two kilometres deep, plunging into the core of the Mountain and making its centre water — fitting for the Xuan Wu.

The lake's fish came to the ledge, curious. They were three metres long, with white bodies and pink, lilac and blue fins, glowing with bioluminescence. One of them stuck its head out of the water and made gasping movements with its mouth, then spoke telepathically to us.

It's not feeding time, what's going on?

‘This is Xuan Wu. I found him,' Simone said.

More fish appeared around the ledge, sticking their eyes out of the water with curiosity.

Put him in here with us, we'll look after him,
the fish said.
Do you think he's hungry?

‘I'll be right back with some cat food for him,' Simone said. She lowered the tortoise carefully onto the wet black rock. ‘Don't go anywhere, Daddy, this is your Mountain.' She put her hand on the back of his shell. ‘Please stay here and come back to me.'

The tortoise walked clumsily to the edge of the water. He was sixty centimetres from nose to tail and, apart from his complete blackness and his feet instead of flippers, appeared to be an ordinary amphibious
tortoise. He carefully slid into the water then poked his head out. The fish quickly moved back out of his reach. He ducked his head under the water and dived beneath the surface.

The fish that had spoken to us went under too, then came back up half a minute later.
He appears to be heading right to the bottom. We can't follow that deep.

Simone dived into the water.
I'll see what he does.

I sat cross-legged on the rock and waited.

Martin and Yue Gui, Simone's older brother and sister, came down the stairs and I stood.

‘Yes, it's him,' Martin said. ‘Can we go down and see?'

‘Go right ahead,' I said.

They changed to tortoises, walked to the edge and slid into the water.

‘Can you hear me?' I asked the fish.

Yes,
it replied.
He's sitting right on the bottom, and the Princess is sitting with him. The other two are heading down as well; goodness, but they move fast.

He's just sitting here with his eyes closed,
Simone said.

Nothing happened for a couple of minutes.

They're coming back up,
the fish said.

‘Thanks,' I said.

No problem, ma'am.

‘Do I know you?' I said. ‘You sound familiar.'

The fish's voice sounded horrified.
Can't you tell who I am?

‘Sorry, no.'

I've been in your energy work classes since the school returned to the Mountain — that's a good six months now. You should know my voice; I've even spoken telepathically to you before.
Its voice filled with humour.
I am mortally wounded.

‘If the wounds are mortal then please die quietly.'

The fish surged out of the water onto the rock and flopped around, splashing water everywhere. It opened and closed its mouth and its eyes rolled in agony.

‘I said quietly.'

The fish stopped flapping, lay still for a moment, then rolled back into the water. It resurfaced and floated belly up without moving.

Simone, Martin and Yue Gui rose out of the water so that their feet were clear of it. The water ran out of their clothes, and they floated towards me, drifting to lightly land on the stone.

Simone glanced back at the fish. ‘What happened? Is everything okay?'

The fish quickly flipped back upright and dived under the water.

‘Is John still down there?' I said.

Simone nodded. ‘He seems to have gone to sleep.'

‘We can leave him there, bring him food; the fish will tell us if anything happens,' Martin said.

‘Where did you find him?' Yue Gui said.

‘There was this news report,' Simone said, ‘about this lake in Hanoi that had a mystical giant tortoise living in it. The tortoise disappeared from the lake hundreds of years ago, but people claimed to have seen it in the last year — it seemed to have returned.'

‘Ooooh,' Martin said, a drawn-out sound of understanding. ‘I remember! Father got in so much trouble with the Jade Emperor, he was nearly thrown from Heaven.'

‘What did he do?' I said.

‘The Ming of China were planning to invade the Kingdom of the Viets — what is today Vietnam. Father didn't agree with their plans, so he took the form of a giant tortoise, and when the King of Vietnam was rowing for pleasure on the lake, Father surfaced and
gave the King an enchanted sword that helped him to defeat the invading force.'

‘Good Lord, he's the Lady of the Lake,' I said.

‘Straight up,' Simone said.

‘Did the King throw the sword back into the lake when the battle was done?' I said.

‘Yes,' Martin said. ‘It was Dark Heavens — of course Father wanted it back.'

‘The parallels are crazy,' Simone said.

‘No wonder he did his PhD thesis on Arthurian legends compared to his own,' I said. I shivered; the damp was seeping through my clothes and the long period of inactivity wasn't helping. ‘Can we go back up? Do any of you want to stay here with him?'

‘We can leave him; if he wakes the fish will tell us,' Yue Gui said. She linked arms with me. ‘I hear you've had a busy day. Since we're here, we will definitely take you up on your generous offer of a Wudang Mountain luncheon.'

‘How many times has Daddy nearly been thrown from Heaven anyway?' Simone said as we made our way back up the stairs. ‘It seems to happen every ten years or so.'

‘Sounds about right,' Martin said.

 

‘Come to the Northern Heavens later this evening,' Yue Gui said over lunch in our private room attached to the officers' mess. ‘Allow us to reciprocate by providing you with dinner, and you can inspect the rebuilding work on the Serpent Concubine Pavilion.'

‘I can't tonight,' I said. ‘Simone and I have a charity art auction on the Earthly. But I'll come in the next few days to have a look at the work on the Pavilion.'

‘The Pavilion is gone and the gardeners have already moved in,' Yue Gui said.

‘Do you have space for another gardener?' I said.

Martin unfocused, talking to the staff of the Palace, then snapped back. ‘If he is strong and talented, then yes we do.'

‘I have a Buddhist monk, a full Shaolin master — he fell from grace and worked as an assassin for a demon for a while,' I said. ‘He's trying to return to the Path and needs employment.'

‘Then the garden in the Palace is perfect,' Martin said.

‘An assassin?' Yue Gui said with disdain. ‘He should be incarcerated.'

‘Kwan Yin has favoured him,' I said.

‘Oh,' she said. ‘Very well then.'

‘He is sincere about redeeming himself,' I said. ‘I can just see him attaining Enlightenment and then doing what they all do — coming straight back down to help the sorry rest of us, raking the gravel in the garden and imparting really cryptic koans.'

‘How many Buddhas are there anyway?' Simone said.

‘You have not studied the different Ages and their Buddhas?' Yue Gui said with surprise. ‘Perhaps you should talk to Kwan Yin … No, perhaps not.'

‘Exactly. She says that numbers aren't meaningful and that I should find the Universe within myself,' Simone said. ‘And that once I have embraced Unity, I will achieve Oneness with all of them.'

‘They are pure thought when they are not assisting us,' Martin said. ‘And thoughts cannot be numbered. They exist outside of this reality and are uncountable. So the answer to your question as to the number of Buddhas is: the answer is not meaningful.'

‘I became more interested in the whole thing when Emma came back and told us about the Second Platform,' Simone said. ‘But right now, I think coming to terms with the Tao is more important anyway.'

‘You are lucky. You have Grand Masters on the
Mountain who can teach you in the ways of alchemy, internal energy work and self-cultivation to achieve Immortality. All of the different paths are laid out before you.'

Simone looked down at her food. ‘The path I most want to travel is the one with my whole family waiting for me at the end of it.'

‘We're nearly there,' I said. ‘We're all here on the Mountain. It won't be long.'

‘Why are you returning to the Earthly tonight?' Martin said. ‘You are established here now, Emma, you don't need to sully yourself with Earthly activities.'

‘And we just talked about Buddhas from the higher plane coming down to help us,' Simone said. ‘As long as there are children being abandoned in China because they're either girls or disabled, I'll be down there helping them.'

‘We both will,' I said. ‘We have a long list of service organisations that we help out. Orphans, micro loans for small businesses, prisoners of conscience —'

‘Political prisoners? That's perilously close to interfering in political matters,' Yue Gui said, tapping the table with her fingertips. ‘You know we can't have anything to do with the way that humans choose to run their governance.'

‘I haven't been warned yet, and until I am I'm continuing,' I said. ‘We still have the apartment on the Peak, and we use it as a base of operations.'

‘Sounds like you ladies are on a mission,' Martin said with humour.

‘You could say that,' Simone said.

‘Is John still there?' I said.

Their eyes unfocused, and they all came back and nodded at the same time.

Simone checked her watch. ‘I have to go back to school.' She rose and kissed Martin and Yue Gui on the
cheek, then turned to me. ‘Are we free tomorrow night to have dinner at the Northern Heavens?'

‘Tomorrow's Nanna and Pop,' I said. ‘How about after Michael and Clarissa's engagement party?'

‘It's a date,' Yue Gui said, pleased. ‘Make Leo come this time as well; he is family.'

Martin concentrated on Yue Gui and they shared a telepathic communication. Yue Gui bent over the table and spluttered with laughter. ‘Never mind. Di Di just told me why Leo's staying away from the North right now, and it's an excellent reason.'

‘Do I want to know?' Simone said.

‘You are very perceptive,' Martin said. ‘And the answer to your question is: no.'

‘See you later then,' Simone said, and disappeared.

Martin leaned his elbows on the table and put his face in his hands. He looked up at me and his eyes were dark with emotion. ‘Hurry up and push him past the basics. I miss him horribly.' He leaned back and rubbed his hands over his eyes. ‘Telling him to stay away was one of the hardest things I've ever done.'

I felt a rush of sympathy for him. ‘Do you think he feels the same way?'

Martin leaned forward again and shook his head without looking up. ‘It is not me but the one I resemble that he wants. But I am happy to be a surrogate for as long as he will let me.'

Yue Gui put her hand on Martin's. ‘Oh, Di Di, I did not know. You should withdraw from this, you will only suffer.'

‘This separation while he masters energy was a trial for me, to see if I was strong enough to end it,' he said. ‘I failed. I don't want to be apart from him.' He shrugged. ‘It's better to enjoy what I have than to deny myself altogether, isn't it? He's happy, I'm happier with
him than when I'm not, so I will let the future take care of itself and enjoy the present.'

‘Does he know?' I said.

‘Of course he does. He hopes that I will tell him not to come back because he knows exactly how I feel.'

‘I'm counting on you to bring him round so that when John returns with enough intelligence, Leo won't want to be drained by him,' I said.

‘It is a losing battle.'

 

Leo drove us to the Convention Centre that evening, with Michael in the front seat next to him. Simone and I sat in the back.

We all headed up to the main area together, to be greeted by David Hawkes, the taipan of one of the biggest multinationals in Hong Kong, and his wife, Bridget. David was one of the younger taipans, being only in his early forties, and one of the most talented members of the company family to come up through the ranks in a while. He was very tall due to his Scottish heritage, but his grandmother had been Chinese, giving him dark hair and eyes. Like most long-term Hong Kong residents he spoke with an accent that was a mix of English and American. Bridget Hawkes was small and slender with bright red hair. She appeared elegant and relaxed in her made-to-measure tailored suit, but I'd competed against her in dressage up at the Jockey Club and she was a fiendishly good rider on her massive warm-blood mare.