Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Zhang Zhiwei just smiled and didn't respond to Lü Ci's words. He walked to the dressing mirror and straightened his collar.

To be honest, wearing this outfit, I don't look like a monk at all.

Tian Jinzhong circled Zhang Zhiwei twice, marveling at his work.

"Senior brother, this outfit of yours... I've never seen it before. If you were walking down the street in this clothes, I might not even recognize you. Speaking of which, I hope Master doesn't see you dressed like this, or he'll say that you've corrupted the atmosphere of our Celestial Master's Mansion."

Zhang Zhiwei said, "If you keep your mouth shut, your master will definitely not know."

“I can definitely keep you in check, but you’re a different story,” Tian Jinzhong muttered.

"No chance at all. Everyone knows you two are the biggest blabbermouths in Longhu Mountain!"

Wang Ai walked over and looked at Zhang Zhiwei, saying, "Aura, Senior Brother Zhang, your aura is completely different. I was reminded of the scene when we went to Liaodong last time. I said, why don't you stop wearing Taoist robes all the time and wear this instead?"

Lu Ci nodded in deep agreement: "He's even more stylish than the Tang Clan's patriarch!"

“Taoist robes are still the most comfortable to wear!” Zhang Zhiwei pulled up his collar. “You only need to wear this occasionally.”

During the conversation, several of the best men from the Trinity Gate also changed into suits and came out.

First were Shuiyun and Changqing, whom Lü Ci mocked as the spendthrift children of the Sanyi Sect.

Shuiyun and Changqing were already tall and handsome, and now they looked even more upright and spirited, losing some of their otherworldly elegance and gaining more of their worldly grace.

There's no way around it; everyone in the Sanyi Sect is good-looking, so they can't look bad in anything they wear.

Then came Li Muxuan. Perhaps because he was used to wearing loose clothes, Li Muxuan was a little uncomfortable. He adjusted his tie and loosened his collar slightly.

Although he had tempered his personality considerably during the years he trained under Master Zuo, he still retained a certain unruly spirit, which became even more pronounced when he put on a suit.

This is pretty much Lu Jin's groomsmen: Shui Yun, Chang Qing, Li Muxuan, Lü Ci, Zhang Zhiwei, and Wang Ai.

Seeing Shuiyun, Changqing, and Li Muxuan come out in their suits, Lu Jin quickly stepped forward and exclaimed in admiration:

"Good heavens! Clothes make the man! Senior Brother Shuiyun, Senior Brother Changqing, Junior Brother Muxuan, you all look like dashing young gentlemen after dressing up!"

Shuiyun and Changqing straightened their ties, looking a little embarrassed.

Shuiyun laughed and said, "Junior Brother Lu, please don't make fun of us. These Western-style clothes look quite smart, but they're a bit restrictive. They're not as loose and comfortable as the Taoist robes."

Changqing nodded in agreement: "Indeed, I feel a bit stiff. But for your big day, Junior Brother Lu, it's worth being a little reserved!"

Li Muxuan ignored Lu Jin's praise, glanced at Zhang Zhiwei who looked like a mafia boss, then looked at Lu Jin again, and joked:

"Senior Brother Lu, your wedding is quite impressive now. The Little Celestial Master is your best man. If word gets out, this will be the talk of the martial arts world for ten or eight years."

"Junior brother, please don't make fun of me. What have I done to deserve this..." Lu Jin said modestly, but his smile became even brighter.

At this moment, Lü Ci glanced at Li Muxuan, noticed him, and smiled:
"Li Muxuan, is that tie... meant to be easy to rip off when you're going to fight later?"

Li Muxuan chuckled, completely unconcerned: "Brother Lü understands me! This thing is really uncomfortable around the neck, our loose robes and wide sleeves are much more comfortable."

Wang Ai chimed in cheerfully, "It's comfortable, but today is Lao Lu's big day, we have to maintain appearances! Look at Senior Brother Zhang, he's adapted very well!"

Feng Ping chimed in, "That's right, that's right! You all seem to be doing well! It's just... it feels a bit strange. It's like you're not cultivators anymore, but rather like you're going to some foreign ball."

His words made everyone laugh.

Lu Jin looked at his groomsmen, clasped his hands, and said, "Everyone has tried them on, and the clothes fit perfectly! Tomorrow is the big day, and I'll be relying entirely on you brothers to make a good impression!"

Zhang Zhiwei patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Don't worry, with us here, we'll make sure you, the groom, have a glorious and smooth wedding."

Afterwards, everyone chatted about some details of tomorrow's wedding procession before dispersing to rest and recharge for the grand wedding.

The next morning, while it was still dark, the Lu family manor was already brightly decorated and bustling with activity.

As core members of the groomsmen, Zhang Zhiwei, Lü Ci, and others met up with the groom, Lu Jin, early on.

Lu Jin was dressed in a tailor-made, luxurious white suit, his hair slicked back and shiny, but his face was full of tension and unease. He kept pacing back and forth, muttering to himself, seemingly reciting something.

"Old Lu, what are you so nervous about? It's just picking up a bride. Compared to the times we braved dangers back then, this is nothing."

Lu Ci walked out carrying a hoe and said.

He was wearing a suit, but he had to pair it with this hoe, which looked out of place. However, it somehow didn't feel out of place with his overall demeanor.

"How can this be the same?" Lu Jin wiped the sweat from his forehead, not even noticing that Lü Ci had brought the hoe over. "I'm good at fighting, but this... I have no experience!"

“It’s good that you have no experience; it would be troublesome if you had experience!” Zhang Zhiwei looked at Lü Ci and said, “Hey Erbi, what are you doing carrying a hoe?”

Lu Ci said, "At any time and in any place, one must cultivate diligently. It is reasonable for me to appear carrying a hoe after practicing the hoeing technique all night."

Wang Ai, standing nearby, advised, "Then put down that hoe now. What kind of talk is it to carry this thing around?"

“This is my magic tool for cultivation, how can I put it down?” Lü Ci slammed the hoe on the ground, speaking with righteous indignation.

At this moment, Lu Jin also noticed the hoe on his shoulder and said irritably:
"Erbi, are you really going to carry a hoe?"

“This is called strategic deterrence. What do you know? If anyone dares to make things difficult for us and refuses to open the door, I’ll dig them up with a shovel!” Lu Ci said confidently. “I’ve attended a lot of weddings, I have experience.”

"What good is that hoe you're using? You have to keep an eye on it!"

Wang Ai pulled out a thick stack of red envelopes and said, "Don't worry, Lao Lu, with us here, I'll just throw out these red envelopes and I guarantee you'll win the heart of your beauty smoothly."

As they talked, the auspicious time arrived.

A convoy of more than a dozen brand-new Ford sedans lined up at the entrance, each adorned with bright red ribbons, creating an impressive sight.

Lu Jin, dressed in a sharp white suit with a red flower pinned to his chest, looked energetic as he boarded the lead car, surrounded by a group of equally dressed groomsmen.

The convoy slowly started moving, drove out of the Lu residence, and headed towards the eastern part of the city where the bride, Lin's family, lived.

The bride's family, the Lin family, is a local family of supernatural beings in Jiangnan. Although they are not particularly powerful and have little reputation in the supernatural world, they have an extremely upright family tradition and excellent moral character. They are also old friends of Lu Jin's parents, which is why this marriage was arranged.

The Lin family mansion is located in a secluded spot in the east of the city. It is a typical Jiangnan-style garden, with white walls and black tiles, small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and towers scattered in a well-organized manner, exuding the elegance of a scholarly family. The Lin family takes this wedding very seriously.

After all, the Lu family was originally a large family. Lu Jin was not only the eldest son of the Lu family and the future head of the Lu family, but also a leading figure in the world of supernatural beings, the head of the Sanyi Sect, the direct disciple of the Great Ying Immortal Zuo Ruotong, and a close friend who was on friendly terms with the Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.

With all these accolades combined, the Lin family felt so important that their ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke, how could they not take it seriously?
It was precisely for these reasons that Lin Yu, the bride in her boudoir, had little resistance to this arranged marriage.

Although arranged marriages were still practiced in this era, it was also an era in which openness prevailed.

Many of Lin Yu's sisters have been exposed to new ideas, and one of her friends from a family with a long history in medicine even went abroad to study a few years ago.

Some of her friends were clamoring for free love and even encouraged her to go out and make friends with men, but Lin Yu refused them all.

The Lu family had never told Lu Jin about this childhood betrothal, and Lu Jin was rarely home.

But the Lin family is different. Lin Yu knew about this marriage a long time ago and also knew that her fiancé was Lu Jin.

Lu Jin became famous very early.

After all, Zhang Zhiwei's slap made most of the circle aware that he, the direct disciple of the Great Ying Immortal, had been beaten to tears, and Lin Yu naturally knew about it as well.

At first, she thought Lu Jin was a weak-willed crybaby, but as she got to know him better, she changed her mind.

Especially after learning about the spectacular things Lu Jin did with Zhang Zhiwei, she practically became Lu Jin's little fangirl.

As for the time Lu Jin was beaten to tears, that's nothing, since the person who made him cry was the Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain!

It's shameful to be beaten to tears by others, but it's not shameful to be beaten to tears by a junior Taoist priest.

That's why she didn't envy her friends who followed the West and indulged in romantic pursuits everywhere.

To her, those slick, effeminate young men were nothing compared to a single hair of Lu Jin.

After seeing Lu Jin in person, she became even more convinced of this.

After all, Lao Lu is really good-looking, handsome and extraordinary. Even in a female-oriented novel, he could play the role of the male lead or the second male lead.

He perfectly embodies all the fantasies most women have about their ideal husband.

Lin Yu, who already harbored a certain girlish admiration, had already put herself in the role of her future wife from the moment she met Lu Jin. Every word and action she took was gentle and considerate, and she tried her best to cooperate with Lu Jin.

This is also the fundamental reason why Lu Jin felt that she "understood him very well and supported him very much".

Both sides were in love, and the wedding should have been a joyous occasion. The Lin family had also made some symbolic arrangements to make things difficult for the groom, and the bridesmaids had prepared several lively wedding games to add to the festive atmosphere.

But just then, a shocking piece of news arrived: there was actually a young Taoist master from Longhu Mountain among the groomsmen!

This caused an uproar throughout the entire Lin family. From Lu Jin's father-in-law to Lu Jin's bride, everyone was shocked and speechless.

They never expected that someone like Zhang Zhiwei would condescend to be a groomsman. What a deep friendship that must be!

To their surprise, the best man was coming to their house to pick up the bride!
But after the huge surprise came an even greater tension.

The head of the Lin family hurriedly summoned the entire family, giving them numerous instructions and reminders, fearing that any mistake might occur and offend this distinguished guest.

Amidst the tense atmosphere of the Lin family, as if facing a formidable enemy, the wedding procession slowly arrived and stopped at the entrance of the Lin family mansion.

The car door opened, and Lu Jin and a group of distinguished groomsmen filed out.

When Zhang Zhiwei, dressed in a black suit and standing tall and straight like a pine tree, stepped out of the car, the people who were waiting at the Lin family's door unconsciously paused for a moment.

"Welcome...welcome Mr. Lu! Welcome, distinguished guests!"

The Lin family steward, leading a group of servants, bowed deeply, his voice trembling slightly.

Lu Ci and Wang Ai exchanged a puzzled look.

Wang Ai whispered to Lü Ci, "What's going on? We're here to kidnap the bride, why are they treating us like we're welcoming an imperial envoy? This doesn't seem like they're going to make things difficult for us."

Lü Ci pursed her lips: "Who knows? I guess people from Jiangnan are more polite."

Afterwards, they entered the villa and headed in a grand procession towards the courtyard where the bride was.

Upon arriving at the bride's door, as expected, the vermilion gate was tightly closed, and a burst of laughter and chatter came from behind it.

This is a "blocking the door" ritual that is a common part of wedding processions.

"Want to pick up the bride? It's not that easy!"

From behind the door, a clear female voice called out, clearly the leader of the bridesmaids: "Let's follow the rules first, give out red envelopes!"

"I'm coming!"

Wang Ai was prepared; she pulled out a large stack of red envelopes from her bosom and slipped them under the door, calling out as she did so:
"Ladies and gentlemen, please open the door! There are even more red envelopes inside!"

A commotion and laughter erupted behind the door, but the door remained firmly shut, and voices came from inside:

"Not enough! This isn't enough, keep going!!"

It's normal for the bridesmaids to complain about the amount and haggle over the price. Wang Ai threw out a large number of red envelopes, but the bride's door still didn't open.

Wang Ai stuffed another stack of red envelopes in, but still couldn't open the door. This happened three or four times in a row, and he had already given away more than half of the red envelopes he brought, but he still couldn't open the door.

"What's going on? Didn't we say not to neglect our distinguished guests and to open the shop only after charging a token amount? Why hasn't it opened yet?" Lu Jin's father-in-law, who was observing from the shadows, whispered.

"I don't know either. That's what I instructed them to do, and the bridesmaids inside clearly agreed. What happened?" Lu Jin's mother-in-law asked anxiously.

"Mom and Dad, have you forgotten? Among my sister's bridesmaids is that eldest sister from the Duanmu family. She must be the one directing!" Lu Jin's brother-in-law whispered.

"Duanmu Ying? I knew this girl was a notorious attention-seeker and not suited to be a bridesmaid. Look at the mess she's made now, I wonder if she'll offend the Little Celestial Master." Lu Jin's mother-in-law said anxiously.

"It shouldn't be that bad, the little celestial master seems quite happy," said Lu Jin's brother-in-law. (End of Chapter)