11. Willing to Build a Pavilion in Honor of My Lord

By dawn, with everyone’s combined effort, they finally dragged the crocodile ashore. No wonder there were rumors that it measured three or four zhang in length; a rough estimate put it at around five or six meters. From head to tail, the sheer enormity was terrifying.

The villagers near Beigang had long heard that Zhang Xun had come to slay the monster. If it weren’t the busy season for drying wheat, likely the entire village would have come out to see. Once the crocodile was seen, word spread rapidly. Wheat could be dried for hours, but one would only see such a fierce serpent once in a lifetime. Young and old, friends and neighbors all flocked to witness it.

The shock was even greater than when the tiger had been killed, with many murmuring the name of Amitabha Buddha. Observing this, Li Da stepped forward and forced open the crocodile’s four limbs for all to see clearly. Without horns, it could not be a dragon; without shedding its four legs, not even a flood dragon.

Since it wasn’t even a flood dragon, it was naturally a malevolent one. Those who had been fearful now stopped chanting and instead craned their necks to observe. Some children picked up pebbles and threw them at the crocodile, careful not to hit Zhang Xun’s feet this time.

Amid the crowd, a stooped old woman holding a hoe pushed her way through and struck the crocodile hard. The moment the hoe hit, she collapsed as if drained of strength and began to weep bitterly.

Upon inquiry, it was revealed that her son had been conscripted and sent to Xiangyang to deliver salt, and her daughter-in-law had died of a hemorrhagic cough. Only a pair of grandchildren remained, who had been devoured by the crocodile last autumn. Her eyes were nearly blind from crying—truly pitiful.

The village elders then bowed deeply to Zhang Xun, praising his great kindness and vowing eternal remembrance. They wished him enduring honor, noble rank, and a life of wealth and prosperity.

One person took the lead, and neighbors nearby also bowed repeatedly, declaring their gratitude to Second Master Zhang and expressing their desire to build a Pavilion of Beast-Slaying in his honor, erecting a stele to commemorate the deed.

Zhang Xun accepted this calmly, as this was precisely the outcome he desired.

Still, it was necessary to support the elders, who repeatedly expressed their modesty and reluctance. Zhang Xun helped the still-weeping old woman to her feet and had someone bring a bowl of hot water to soothe her.

The villagers who had carefully examined the malevolent crocodile offered two pigs and five sheep as a reward for the heroes who had slain it. The village had no finer refreshments; coarse wine and livestock were the best they could provide.

Today, even if Zhang Xun wanted to pay, the elders firmly refused, continually expressing their gratitude to Zhang Xun for ridding them of the threat.

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