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

"Captain Zuo has high requirements, so it's normal that I didn't pass!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

He still remembered that Liu Deshui, one of the thirty-six thieves, failed the Trinity test, but Liu Deshui actually had good talent.

Although the Song Wu in front of him looked bright and handsome, his innate foundation was not satisfactory. Not to mention his acquired understanding, at least his superficial aptitude for cultivation was not good.

This kind of aptitude should have been rejected at first sight, but Chief Zuo gave him a chance for the sake of the Song family.

"It's normal indeed!" Song Wu smiled and said, "My parents named me Song Wu because they wanted me to practice cultivation, but they never thought that my talent for cultivation is not high."

"After being rejected by the Sanyi Sect, I was rejected by many other major sects in a row. Only some shallow horizontal training sects were willing to accept me, but I couldn't bear the hardship of horizontal training, so I had to give up martial arts and turn to literature in the end."

Song Wu looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a burning gaze: "Master, becoming an extraordinary person through cultivation is too inefficient and too painful. Do you have a way for me to gain abilities directly?!"

As for coming to find Zhang Zhiwei, the Song family originally wanted to find someone older, and it was he who specifically requested to come, and this was what he wanted.

"If you want to practice Taoism, you have to walk the path yourself. Taking shortcuts is not good!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

Taking shortcuts is not good... Doesn't this sentence mean that shortcuts actually do exist... Song Wu reacted instantly.

As a true descendant of an aristocratic family, he was not a fool. Although he was not good at cultivation, he was very knowledgeable about the ways of the world and knew how to judge the situation. Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei did not say it clearly, he did not ask any more questions and quickly ended the topic.

In order to avoid leaving a bad impression, he made a few polite remarks and expressed his willingness to donate another huge sum of money to the charity of Tiantong Church, and then left quickly.

More haste, less speed. Favorability must be built up slowly. With such a person, one cannot talk about deals, one has to talk about... blessings. This is what he heard from an old monk. If the blessings are deep, benefits will come naturally.

As for how to accumulate blessings from Tiantong Sect Master...

If the leader of Tiantong Sect was just a hermit in the mountains, just like Sect Leader Zuo, he really wouldn't have much to offer, but the Tiantong Sect is doing a lot of charity!
Song Wu has conducted careful research and found that the charity done by the Tiantong Church is different from that done by the God Worshipping Society and other forces.

They did not amass wealth, they were truly giving it away for charity. Money is attractive to people, and if it were not for the death order from Tiantong Sect Leader, he did not believe that anyone could resist the temptation and not enrich themselves.

Since the Tiantong Sect is mainly engaged in charity, he will actively cooperate and promote it, and accumulate blessings through this.

I believe that one day, he will save enough. Even if he doesn’t, it doesn’t matter. After all, money is the most worthless thing to him.

The most important thing is that if you can have a connection with such a being with such powerful personal strength, then the investment is worth it.

Song Wu walked out of the Tiantong Cathedral and let out a long sigh. His heart was surging just now, and he even dared to speak loudly in front of the leader of Tiantong. Now that he walked out of the church and came to his senses, he felt his heart trembling violently. He pulled the lining of his suit, and found that the lining was already soaked with cold sweat.

Immediately, he inexplicably arose a feeling in his heart: Why was I so powerful just now?

I won’t be so reckless next time... Song Wu took the top hat handed to him by the servant, put it on, sat in the back seat of the car, closed his eyes and thought about what to do next.

"Brother Zhang, what do you think of this person?"

After Song Wu left, Wang Ai walked in and said.

"Not very good!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

"But I feel that he is in awe of you," Wang Ai said.

"It's what I should do!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

His aura is now as strong as a natural disaster. Once it unfolds, standing in front of him is like standing at the foot of a mountain, looking up at an avalanche rolling in like a tsunami. Even the powerful people in the circle can hardly remain calm, and some with poor psychological quality may even be scared to death.

But when facing an ordinary person like Song Wu, even if just a little bit of it is leaked, it will be as majestic as a prison.

It's just that under normal circumstances, Zhang Zhiwei restrained himself very well, but in some necessary occasions, he was still willing to show some of his character. Villains fear power but not virtue, and mediocre people respect evil but not good.

There are both gentlemen and villains in the Song family. Is Song Wu a gentleman? Zhang Zhiwei doesn't know, and he is too lazy to study it. Regardless of whether they are gentlemen or villains, as long as what they do is in line with his ideas, he treats them equally.

"Brother Zhang is right. The Song family is very powerful. I see that this kid admires you very much. Your future development should be much easier!" Wang Ai said.

"I don't need his admiration, and I'm not even very interested in development!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Wang Ai, no longer smiling and laughing, with no expression on his face. He spoke in a very light but serious tone:

"Development should not be for the sake of development. I am not saying anything like saving all sentient beings. I just hope to bring a ray of light to those in darkness. The so-called incense is a byproduct of this light. Don't put the cart before the horse!"

"Senior Brother Zhang, I will remember it!" Wang Ai said solemnly. Although his efforts were essentially for the purpose of gaining faith and influence, he would still keep in mind what Senior Brother Zhang said and try his best to take care of both ends.

Zhang Zhiwei patted Wang Ai on the shoulder, nodded, and said nothing more. Apart from this time, he did not contribute much to the affairs of the Tiantong Church. He actually knew what Wang Ai was thinking, but a gentleman judges by deeds, not by heart. As long as the goal is achieved, that's enough.

"I've been in Shanghai for a few days now and I'm ready to go back to the mountains. If there's anything you can't resolve, just contact me directly!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"With Senior Brother Zhang's current reputation, who would dare to challenge our Tiantong Church?"

Wang Ai said that he now felt that doing things in the name of the Archbishop of the Tiantong Church would be much easier than doing things in the name of the eldest son of the Wang family.

In the next few days, Zhang Zhiwei visited some welfare homes, factories, clinics and other industries under the Tiantong Church. After putting forward some of his own opinions, he prepared to return to Longhu Mountain.

Wang Ai originally wanted to keep Lu Jin and Lu Ci in Shanghai to help him build the Tiantong Church.

But Lu Jin and Lu Ci were devoted to their spiritual practice, their eyes full of the desire to make progress. They were not interested in the fame and fortune temptations offered by Wang Ai, such as church guardians and celebrities in the Magic City, and still wanted to go back to Longhu Mountain with Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei used his power to transform into lightning, opened up a lightning channel, and brought several people back to Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Zhiwei fought his way from Shanghai to London, and then from London to Nathan. Longhu Mountain was still the same as usual, and the ups and downs of the outside world had no impact here.

Even because several big mouths on the mountain had gone down the mountain, some stories about Zhang Zhiwei in the world spread more slowly.

However, what happened to Zhang Zhiwei outside did not have no impact on Longhu Mountain. In recent days, the number of believers coming to burn incense has obviously increased.

These ordinary pilgrims only knew that there were immortals from Longhu Mountain, but they didn't know anything about Zhang Zhiwei. However, people were very obedient. Seeing many important figures from the surrounding areas come here to burn incense, they followed suit. Besides, the ancestral temple of Taoism was worth a visit.

As the number of pilgrims increased, the young Taoist priests on the mountain became busier and could no longer be as idle as before. In front of Zhengyi Temple, pilgrims came and went. A young Taoist priest at the door was chanting scriptures and holding a copper hammer in his hand, beating the Dharma Chime rhythmically.

suddenly.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning suddenly exploded from the blue, frightening the young Taoist priest so much that he trembled all over and almost dropped the copper hammer in his hand.

He quickly grabbed the golden hammer and looked around carefully. He saw that the pilgrims around him were attracted by the bolt from the blue and did not notice his embarrassing appearance. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to hold the copper hammer. Just as he was about to continue to strike the Dharma Chime and chant the sutra, he saw a familiar tall figure.

The young Taoist priest was startled again, and immediately put down the bronze hammer and the chime, waving his hands and shouting:

"Senior Brother Zhiwei, Senior Brother Jinzhong, you are back!"

Zhang Zhiwei turned his head and saw a young Taoist priest looking at him and dancing with joy.

He was stunned for a moment, and soon remembered that this was the young Taoist priest from Ziyun Temple in Huangshi Town.

When Xia Liuqing's senior sister died and turned into a ghost, she caused trouble. The Taoist priests of Ziyun Temple were unable to deal with it, so they came to the headquarters to ask for help. Zhang Zhiwei brought Tian Jinzhong, rode a crane down the mountain, and landed directly in the courtyard of Ziyun Temple, making all the old and young Taoist priests worship him as a god.

Later, when the ordination ceremony began, some young Taoist priests from Ziyun Temple came to the main temple to receive the ordination and stayed there to learn skills and do some odd jobs. He was assigned to strike the ritual chimes at Zhengyi Temple.

Seeing his idol at this moment, the young Taoist priest threw away the magic chime in his hand and hurriedly came over to pay his respects, shouting, "Senior Brother Zhiwei is back."

Hearing his voice, more and more Taoists came out to greet him. In the past, Zhang Zhiwei did not have such a grand ceremony, but after all, he was a celebrity in Longhu Mountain.

"You're back, so why mobilize so many troops?" Zhang Zhiwei said, patting the little Taoist's head.

Upon seeing his idol, the little Taoist priest was so excited that he was speechless and could only smile foolishly.

Soon, a group of Taoists gathered at the entrance of Zhengyi Temple. When the pilgrims saw so many Taoists sitting around a very tall Taoist priest, they were very curious about who this Taoist priest was and why he seemed to have such a high status.

At this time, Yi Qian, the abbot of Zhengyi Temple, walked out with a smile on his face. Seeing a group of Taoists gathered at the door, his face suddenly turned stern. He scolded the group of young Taoists and walked into the temple with Zhang Zhiwei.

"I told you to come back if you want to. Why did you run to the gate of Zhengyi Temple and block the door? And tell everyone you meet about your glorious deeds at the foot of the mountain?" Yi Qian said unhappily.

Zhang Zhiwei picked up the teapot on Yi Qian's table without hesitation, drank it all from the spout, and said:

"Uncle Master, you worry too much. Do I look like a big mouth that has no control over its mouth?"

Yi Qian glanced at him sideways and said, "If you're not like me, then you are me!"
Tian Jinzhong and others were laughing secretly behind them.

Zhang Zhiwei continued, "I have been down the mountain for too long this time, so I came to report to you when I returned."

This time when he went down the mountain, he did not go down on his own, but signed the formal procedures at Zhengyi Temple. Naturally, he had to inform Zhengyi Temple when he came back.

"You're a good follower of the rules!" Yi Qian said with a smile, "You did some earth-shattering things this time when you came down the mountain. You've made our Tianshi Mansion famous!"

"Uncle Master, thank you for your praise. This is what I should do!" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

While the two were talking, the Taoist priests of all sizes from Zhengyi Temple who had been driven away by Yi Qian just now gathered around again. They even refused to receive the pilgrims from outside. Yi Qian was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at them and drove them all out.

Afterwards, Yi Qian took Zhang Zhiwei to a small rest room nearby. Zhang Zhiwei was curious about what his uncle wanted to do, when he saw Yi Qian asking curiously:
"Come on, tell me how you defeated the people of the God's Church and the Japanese pirates' fleet."

It was not surprising that Yi Qian defeated the people of the Church of God. Isn't this normal?

But he didn't know how to defeat the Japanese pirate fleet. Did Longhu Mountain have such a powerful method? !

Zhang Zhiwei naturally did not hide anything in response to his uncle's curious question, and immediately told his uncle the story.

While he was telling the story, the news of Zhang Zhiwei's return to the mountain also spread to the Great Shangqing Palace and the Tianshi Mansion. Zhang Yi rushed to the Great Shangqing Palace and saw Zhang Jingqing holding a newspaper and reading it leisurely, looking around and said:

"Where's Zhiwei? Didn't they say that this guy is back? Why can't I see him?"

"I'm back, so I'm back. It's not a big deal. Why are you in such a hurry?" Zhang Jingqing said without raising his head while looking at the newspaper.

"Why should I be in a hurry? This time, Zhiwei has brought great fame to our Tianshi Mansion. What's wrong with me, as his uncle, caring a little? Where are he?" Zhang Yi said.

"Who knows?" Zhang Jingqing said.

"They haven't reached the Dashangqing Palace yet, so they must have been stopped at Zhengyi Temple. It's probably the work of that old villain Yi Qian. Come on, brothers, let's go to Zhengyi Temple!" Zhang Yi said.

"If you want to go, go ahead. I have important things to do!" Zhang Jingqing said calmly.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Yi walked over, snatched the newspaper from Zhang Jingqing's hand, and said unhappily: "You're holding the newspaper upside down, and you're still doing business? You're lying with your eyes open!"

"........."

"Um?!"

Zhang Jingqing frowned and was so angry that he picked up the tea bowl on the table and slammed it on the table. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhang Yi running away and disappeared in a flash.

Looking at Zhang Yi's back, Zhang Jingqing let out a long sigh. Seeing that the tea on the table was about to wet the documents beside it, he stretched out his finger and pointed, and as if a video was played in reverse, the water flowed back into the tea bowl.

Zhang Jingqing picked up the tea bowl, brought it to his mouth, and was about to drink it, but after a pause, he poured it into the trash can beside him and continued reading the newspaper, but this time he held it upright.

On the other side, Zhang Yi, who was wearing the magic armor horse on his feet, rode at full speed. In a few breaths, he came to the Zhengyi Temple from the Da Shangqing Palace and pushed the door open.

Zhang Zhiwei was telling the story with great emotion, and Yi Qian was sitting in front of him, listening attentively. He looked like a primary school student in a school down the mountain, listening to a teacher's lecture. (End of this chapter)