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

The light screen disappeared, and the epic drama that had lasted for half a year came to an end. Zhuge Zhen sighed and slowly awoke from the inner illusion.

Under Zhang Zhiwei's blue hand, he had forgotten the details of Tiantong Qimen, but the collapse of that glorious empire that had been built up over hundreds of years had dealt him a great blow, and he instinctively did not want to recall the details.

"Grandpa, you're awake!"

"Father, you're finally awake!"

Zhuge Yunhui, Zhuge Sheng, and others quickly gathered around and stepped forward.

Zhuge Zhen looked around blankly, then murmured, "I think I had a very long dream. In the dream... it was wonderful... more exciting than ever before... but... but... the ending wasn't good. It was a sad ending... very sad..."

Zhuge Zhen could no longer remember exactly how sad he was, but every time he thought about it, he felt an unbearable heartache, along with a deep-seated fear.

“Father, it’s just a dream, don’t think about it,” Zhuge Sheng comforted him.

Zhuge Zhen nodded. As expected of a highly skilled sorcerer, he quickly calmed his mind after a short adjustment. He checked his own life force and said in a deep voice:
"His life and foundation are unharmed, but his memories... seem to have been tampered with, and he has forgotten many things. This must be the work of Daoist Zhiwei, right?"

"Yes, I did it!" Zhang Zhiwei nodded. "It's good to forget about it. Don't think about it. If you do remember, it will be troublesome."

Zhuge Zhen nodded: "I have a feeling that if I force myself to remember, I might suffer a qi deviation again, isn't that right?"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded: "Unless you can see through the illusion."

Zhuge Zhen sighed deeply: "I understand, I will pay attention."

After this incident, he realized that he could no longer see through it all and could only leave it to future generations.

“Let’s go back to the village. I’ve been away from home for so long, and I’ve never missed every blade of grass and every tree in Zhuge Village so much!” Zhuge Zhen said with emotion.

“Father,” Zhuge Fang stepped forward and explained in detail his idea of ​​having Zhuge Yunhui stay at Longhu Mountain to accompany Zhang Zhixiu on his journey, “what do you think?”

"Excellent! Very good!" Zhuge Zhen readily agreed. "One is influenced by one's company. If one can follow Master Wei in cultivation, one's future will be limitless. Perhaps one can truly glimpse the mysteries of the Heavenly Connection Qimen?"

"Father, speaking of this matter, should we call Xiaodie over as well?" Zhuge Sheng said, "Xiaodie's talent is also exceptional; perhaps she has a slight chance as well?"

"Absolutely not!" Zhuge Zhen said. "Yunhui came to Longhu Mountain to become a lay Buddhist, for the purpose of cultivation, not to settle down with his wife, children, and a warm bed. If Tian Xiaodie comes, will he really have the mind to cultivate?"

"Father is absolutely right. I had not considered things carefully," Zhuge Sheng quickly admitted his mistake.

Afterwards, the Zhuge family planned to leave Longhu Mountain. Before leaving, they first had to say goodbye to the Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing. On the way to the Da Shangqing Palace, Zhuge Zhen noticed that the Taoists around him were looking at him strangely, with expressions of regret, emotion, and even some whispering comments.

"..." Zhuge Zhen frowned. Although it was indeed not a glorious thing for him, as the head of the Wuhou Sect, to fail to comprehend the Tiantong Qimen and even suffer a qi deviation for half a year, he should not be viewed in this way.

Moreover, what was the meaning behind that regretful expression?
It's a pity that they can't comprehend the extraordinary skills, but it's not the Taoists of Longhu Mountain who should feel sorry for them, is it?

His intuition told him that something was going to happen, and it was something bad.

"Why do they look at me like that? In the past six months, apart from going astray in my cultivation practice, what else has happened to me?" Zhuge Zhen asked in a deep voice.

"Well... well, there is something..." Zhuge Fang hesitated, knowing that the old man was very concerned about his reputation, and if this were to get out...

“Father, old man, I… I have an appointment with Brother Zhiwei, I… I’ll be going now.”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhuge Yunhui quickly made a run for it, deciding that the best course of action was to flee.

Zhuge Zhen glanced at Zhuge Yunhui, who was running at top speed, and became even more certain that something had happened. He shouted sternly:
"What is it? Tell me quickly!"

Zhuge Sheng and Zhuge Fang exchanged a glance, knowing they couldn't hide it any longer, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell the whole story about how the interior scene had been projected and how everyone had been "binge-watching" the show for half a year.

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Zhen's blood pressure spiked, his vision blurred, and he could barely breathe.

The fantasies within the interior are projections of the deepest desires in one's heart, containing countless unspeakable secrets. He had been watched for half a year; what difference was there between that and being stripped naked and displayed in the street?!

Zhuge Zhen said coldly, "Was it Zhang Zhiwei who did it?!"

Besides Zhang Zhiwei, he couldn't think of anyone else who had the ability to project scenes from the interior.

Zhuge Fang swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "It was indeed...it was Daoist Zhiwei who did it..."

"Why did he do this?" Zhuge Zhen's tone was quite unfriendly. Even if it was Zhang Zhiwei, this matter could not be left unresolved.

But then he realized what was happening and looked at his two sons with hostility: "Why didn't you stop them?"

The Zhuge family inherited the legacy of Zhuge Liang, with an upright family tradition. At this moment, neither Zhuge Sheng nor Zhuge Fang considered shifting the blame to Zhang Zhiwei. The two exchanged a glance and gritted their teeth, saying:
"We tacitly approved it!"

"You tacitly approved of this?" Zhuge Zhen's temples throbbed with anger.

Zhuge Fang hurriedly explained: "We are worried that waking you up abruptly will ruin your opportunity; we are also afraid that you will encounter misfortune in your inner vision and sink deeper and deeper... Therefore, we earnestly request Master Zhiwei to perform a ritual to project your inner vision so that we... will be aware of the situation."

"So that's how it is... I misunderstood Daoist Zhiwei." Zhuge Zhen took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He always reasoned with people and never physically punished his children, but at this moment, he really wanted to give these two "filial sons" a good beating!
"Whose idea was this?" he asked.

"This is……"

Zhuge Sheng and Zhuge Fang exchanged a glance and said in unison, "It was Xiao Wu's idea."

Zhuge Yunhui is the fifth child in his generation in Zhuge Village, and the elders usually call him Xiao Wu.

"This bastard is infuriating! He took it upon himself to teach me the Samadhi True Fire, then the Wuhou Qimen, and now he's making decisions for me! He's so disobedient! If I don't teach him a lesson, I'm not Zhuge!"

Zhuge Zhen rolled up his sleeves, ready to cause trouble for Zhuge Yunhui.

"Father, wait!"

"Father, please think it over!"

"Don't discipline your son in public, and don't discipline your wife in the main hall. Even if you want to deal with Yunhui, wait until he returns to Zhuge Village. If you teach him a lesson at Longhu Mountain, how embarrassing will it be afterwards!"

"Yes, yes, let's not let outsiders laugh at our Zhuge Village."

After much persuasion and reasoning, the two finally managed to convince Zhuge Zhen to stop.

"What exactly is in my inner vision?" Zhuge Zhen asked, barely suppressing his shame and indignation.

"Father, rest assured!" Zhuge Fang quickly replied, "Your life has been one of integrity and uprightness. What you see in the inner vision are all extraordinary deeds that have brought peace and prosperity to the nation. There is absolutely nothing shameful about them!"

“Yes, yes, yes, it’s all about saving the world, restoring the Han Dynasty, and saving the land. It’s an epic masterpiece, very exciting, which is why the Taoists from the Celestial Master’s Mansion often come to watch it,” Zhuge Sheng said.

Zhuge Fang continued, "It's not just the Taoists from Longhu Mountain; even people from Jianghu Xiaozhan have come. They've been keeping watch day and night, recording everything, and claiming they're going to compile your inner experience into a book and serialize it in the newspaper!"

"..." Ge Zhen's face turned from red to green, then from green to black: "You think this is glorious?" He felt ashamed, thinking that he had been so wise all his life, but he had actually failed because of this, and had ruined his reputation in his later years.

He didn't even have the heart to go and say goodbye to the Celestial Master. He asked Zhuge Fang and Zhuge Sheng to say goodbye on his behalf, and then, as if fleeing a disaster, he rushed down Longhu Mountain without looking back.

However, after leaving Longhu Mountain, he did not return directly to Zhuge Village. Instead, he disguised himself and went to a small inn in the Jianghu (martial arts world) to find out more about his inner workings.

Before he could even speak, he saw newspapers about him prominently displayed on the counter.

Upon picking it up, I discovered that it was actually a serialized account of events that occurred within his own world, and it had a resounding title: "The New Biography of Marquis Wu," which was currently serializing the story of the emperor entrusting his son to another.

Although the images projected inside the room were silent, the spies at Jianghu Xiaozhan were able to deduce the general content through lip movements and body language.

The emperor held his hand and entrusted his son to him on his deathbed, asking him to assist him well, but if the young emperor was truly hopeless, he could take his place.

Upon seeing this, even Zhuge Zhen, with his profound moral cultivation, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, and his hand holding the newspaper trembled slightly.

The protagonist of this story is practically myself!

"How was it? Wonderful, right? Want one?" the innkeeper said. "Grandpa Zhuge has woken up, and this story will soon be over. It won't be long before you can buy it again."

"Buy it! Give me a copy of every issue from the first one onwards!" Zhuge Zhen said without hesitation.

"Alright!" The shopkeeper hurriedly went to prepare the goods, while Zhuge Zhen held a newspaper, found an empty seat, and sat down, reading with great interest.

As he watched, he noticed that he wasn't the only one watching; people at the surrounding tables were also watching, and some were even discussing it as they watched.

"Tsk tsk, with such supernatural powers, it's one thing not to ascend to heaven, but to refuse to be the emperor and instead choose to be the 'Prime Minister' to assist the young ruler... The legacy of Zhuge Liang has a profound influence!"

"The impact is indeed profound. To be honest, I've also been exposed to the interior scenes, but the situations inside are all things that are difficult to talk about. Indeed, everyone's pursuits are different."

Hearing these words, Zhuge Zhen's brows relaxed. In his life, he had been used to all kinds of sweet talk and flattery, and no amount of flattery had any effect on him.

But if you say he has the spirit of Zhuge Liang, then he is still very happy.

Then someone else spoke up.

"By the way, I often drink at this little inn. A while ago, I frequently encountered sorcerers who wanted to go to Longhu Mountain to learn 'Tiantong Qimen'. Why have there been so few of them lately?"

"It's not surprising that there are fewer of them. Even the head of the Wuhou Sect was defeated by the Little Celestial Master's Qimen. Tell me, how many people in the world can get past this? People have come to terms with reality, and fewer people are making trouble for themselves."

"That's true. Now I understand why the Little Celestial Master made this technique public. The threshold is so high that if he doesn't cast a wide net and tries to find a successor on his own, he probably won't be able to!"

"That's right, you can't even find it publicly, let alone go looking for it yourself!"

……

Listening to the crowd's discussion, Zhuge Zhen suddenly felt disheartened. He picked up a thick stack of newspapers, silently left the inn, and began his journey home.

On the other side, after bidding farewell to Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing, Zhuge Fang and Zhuge Sheng went to see Zhuge Yunhui one last time.

Zhuge Yunhui looked around but didn't see Zhuge Zhen. He breathed a slight sigh of relief and asked, "Father, Uncle, is Grandpa alright?"

"The old man is fine!" Zhuge Sheng squinted at Zhuge Yunhui: "But you're going to be in trouble soon."

"Me? What could possibly happen to me?!" Zhuge Yunhui asked, puzzled.

Zhuge Fang continued, "The old man has spoken. If he doesn't beat you so badly that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you, he's not Zhuge."

"..." Zhuge Yunhui shrank back, his voice trembling as he asked, "Where is the old man now?"

"There are too many people here. The old man felt he had lost face and was too ashamed to face anyone. He even left without saying goodbye to the Celestial Master!" Zhuge Fang said.

Zhuge Yunhui's face turned pale: "He left without even seeing the Celestial Master. It seems the old man is really angry. If we go back, will we get away with this?"

“If you can learn the Tian Tong Qi Men and go back, the old man definitely won’t give you a hard time,” Zhuge Sheng said.

“Father, look at what you’re saying,” Zhuge Yunhui said with a wry smile, “If I really learn it, it won’t be the old man giving me attitude, but rather… I’ll be giving the old man attitude!”

"You brat!" Zhuge Sheng made a move to hit him, but Zhuge Yunhui quickly dodged.

"You're not young anymore, yet you still act so improperly!" Zhuge Sheng said irritably.

“It will take Xiaodie to deal with him!” Zhuge Fang laughed.

Zhuge Sheng nodded, "Speaking of Xiaodie, although the old man doesn't allow her to come to Longhu Mountain to be a lay Buddhist, it's alright for her to visit occasionally. It'll prevent Yunhui from feeling homesick here; let her come and visit whenever she has time."

"That's also possible..."

The two talked as they walked down Longhu Mountain, gradually disappearing into the distance until they reached the end of the mountain path.

Zhuge Yunhui then turned and walked towards Tiantong Temple at the foot of Tianmen Peak.

In the past six months, the number of visitors to Tiantong Temple has not decreased at all.

Tian Jinzhong and his fellow apprentices were all quite busy.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ai volunteered to transfer a group of people from headquarters to help, but Tian Jinzhong refused.

Although Tian Jinzhong has followed his senior brother all these years and hasn't experienced too many setbacks, he's not stupid.

The Tiantong Temple is currently his and his fellow disciples' territory. If Wang Ai's people take over, wouldn't that become Wang Ai's sphere of influence?

Although we are both working for our senior, there are some things we still need to do separately.

So during this period, Tian Jinzhong was recruiting people. Just then, Zhuge Yunhui wanted to stay at Longhu Mountain as a lay Buddhist, so Tian Jinzhong brought him in to help him manage Tiantong Temple.

Zhuge Yunhui was not interested in such matters, but since Tiantong Temple was Zhang Zhiwei's Taoist temple, doing things here would undoubtedly bring him closer to Zhang Zhiwei.

As for Taoist temples, they are often familiar with divination and fortune-telling. In the past, this step was always taken by the disciples from the Celestial Master's Mansion. The Celestial Master's Mansion had taught them this knowledge, so dealing with ordinary worshippers was not difficult.

However, as Tiantong Temple became more and more popular, in addition to some ordinary people, occasionally a few experts would come, or even some big figures who commanded large armies, had prominent status, and whose fates were of great importance.

There weren't enough fellow disciples from the Celestial Master's Mansion to handle these people.

Now, the addition of Zhuge Yunhui perfectly fills this gap. (End of Chapter)