A master of comedy!

Chapter 177 Jiang Taigong Fishing

Fate's will is beyond anyone's control.

If someone else said such a thing, they would only be considered to be boasting. But when it comes to Zhang Sanfeng, a legendary Taoist figure who survived eight heavenly tribulations and whose name is etched in history, it is a different story.

Because he really can do it.

Zhou Sheng was briefly taken aback, then quickly stepped forward, nodded with deep feeling, and said, "Master Zhang is very insightful. It's so awkward for a monkey to use a sword!"

The thought of Monkey King wielding a three-foot-long sword and gracefully performing sword techniques like Lu Zu made Zhou Sheng feel extremely awkward.

Given Xiao Sheng's personality, he would most likely complain that Lu Zu's sword blank was too light and too short, and not powerful enough to smash.

Zhang Sanfeng seemed surprised by Zhou Sheng's words, and after a slight pause, he shook his head and chuckled.

"Don't be too happy yet. Although I think you are good, whether you can become a sword master depends on your own destiny. I am just giving you a chance to try."

Zhou Sheng said confidently, "As long as you are willing to give me this opportunity, I will definitely do my best!"

With the Luoshu in his possession, as long as there isn't a great master like Zhang Sanfeng forcibly blocking him, he is confident that he can overcome any test.

"I wonder what kind of test it is?"

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, his gaze falling on a spot not far away. He stroked his beard and smiled: "Fishing."

"fishing?"

Zhou Sheng looked at the waterfall beside him and asked in surprise, "Are we going there to fish?"

Fishing in a waterfall is quite a novel challenge.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, pointed to a small puddle four or five steps away, and laughed, "Let's go fishing there."

Zhou Sheng was stunned.

It was just a small puddle about a foot wide, filled with some rainwater, and nearly half of it had evaporated, leaving only a finger's width of water.

There weren't even many pebbles in there, let alone fish.

Zhang Sanfeng casually stretched out his hand and handed over a simple fishing rod with a straight hook and no bait.

Jiang Taigong was fishing, and those willing to take the bait.

"Go quickly. You only have three chances. If you fail to catch the sword embryo after three attempts, you will be out of luck. The old Taoist will send you out and then guide the stone monkey in."

Zhou Sheng took the fishing rod with some skepticism, went to the small puddle, and put the hook in.

A magical scene unfolded: the fishing line sank continuously into the small puddle, which was only half a finger deep, as if it were connected to some deep sea, endlessly.

And in the small puddle, shimmering fish appeared, agile and nimble, darting about like lightning, densely packed like stars overhead.

The feeling was as if he were fishing for the stars in the sky through a small puddle that was only a foot wide.

"Master Zhang, this..."

Zhou Sheng looked at Zhang Sanfeng in surprise, as if he wanted to ask a question, but the other party just smiled slightly and recited a poem.

"The sky is like a starry sky, the sea like a hook, and opportunities are like fish swimming freely."

"When casting a line, one should not ask whether the water is deep or shallow, but only fish for the wind and clouds, not for boats."

After reciting the poem, Zhang Sanfeng said nothing more, but watched quietly with an expectant look in his eyes.

Zhou Sheng took a deep breath, just as he was about to take a closer look, when he felt the fishing rod tremble slightly.

A fish has taken the bait.

To accept or not to accept?
Master Zhang said he only had three chances. Shouldn't he be more cautious?
He was about to use the Luoshu (洛书) to divine the future, but in that brief moment of hesitation, the fish that had taken the bait suddenly darted away and disappeared without a trace.

A sense of loss inexplicably arose in his heart, as if he had missed a certain opportunity.

However, Zhou Sheng quickly adjusted his mindset, focusing on his own thoughts and continuing to fish, waiting for the next fish to bite.

Perhaps because he possessed the auspicious hexagram of "Fire over Heaven" (火天大有), the fishing rod quickly started moving again.

A new fish has taken the bait.

This time, Zhou Sheng did not hesitate and decisively lifted the fishing rod.

A fish flew out of the water, transformed into something and landed in his palm. It felt cold to the touch, and a strange power surged into his body through his palm.

White mist rises from between the fingers, and within the faintly visible five-colored light, a stone the size of a longan can be seen. When the moonlight shines on it, a light mist arises, like clouds rising from the earth's veins. Five-colored mica!

Excitement flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes. He had actually caught a piece of five-colored mica.
Thanks to the 64 hexagrams, the Luoshu is awesome!
The hexagram "Fire over Heaven" truly deserves its reputation as one of the most auspicious divination results. He is currently enjoying immense good fortune and is blessed with good luck.

Actually, what he desired most during his trip to Mount Lu was not the sword embryo of Lu Zu, but the five-colored mica that could quickly enhance his cultivation.

After all, the Ghost Festival opera is just around the corner.

Now that he has obtained the five-colored mica, he is quite satisfied even if he cannot get the sword embryo.

Looking at the small puddle again, Zhou Sheng's eyes were completely different, filled with shock and anticipation.

"The sky is like a starry sky, the sea like a hook, and opportunities are like fish swimming freely."

Zhang Zhenren's poem came to mind, and it suddenly enlightened him.

So-called fishing is actually fishing for the opportunities of the world. By using this small puddle to forcibly take away someone else's opportunities, even the will of heaven can do nothing about it.

Such methods are truly incredible. No wonder Master Zhang said, "The will of Heaven may not be determined by Heaven itself."

"The five-colored mica is not bad, but unfortunately, it is still inferior to your first fish."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the five-colored mica and suddenly laughed.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng's heart stirred: "May I ask, Master, what was the first fish?"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed and asked, "Do you really want to hear it?"

Zhou Sheng paused for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, "Forget it, I'm not going to listen. What's lost is lost. What suits me best is the best."

"Perhaps it's an even larger piece of five-colored mica?"

Zhang Sanfeng jokingly asked, "Perhaps it's a Dragon-Tiger Golden Pill that can instantly increase one's cultivation by a hundred years?"

Zhou Sheng smiled wryly and said, "Master Zhang, I've finally let go of this, so please stop teasing me."

"Haha, alright, alright, I won't say any more."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded silently. It was quite rare for the younger generation to be able to let go of their attachment to gains and losses so quickly.

At the same time, he was also surprised by the other party's incredible luck. Not only did he catch a fish so quickly, but the first fish to bite the hook was no ordinary fish.

He did not exaggerate; the value of the first fish was even greater than that of the five-colored mica.

It seems the entire underworld is in complete chaos.

With such amazing luck, he was already looking forward to what kind of opportunity Zhou Sheng would catch on his second fishing trip.

The fishing line enters the water.

Zhou Sheng began his second fishing trip.

This time, no fish bit the hook immediately; instead, it took quite a while before the fishing line twitched slightly.

They've taken the bait!
Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up with excitement as he prepared to lift the fishing rod.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng, who had been observing from the sidelines, was suddenly taken aback, and a hint of surprise appeared in his pure, baby-like pupils.

……

Thunderclouds rolled across the summit of Wudang Mountain.

Each bolt of lightning struck down, only making the golden roof even more dazzling and radiant.

This is the famous scenic spot of Wudang Mountain, the Thunder and Fire Refining Gold Hall.

It's not that someone is undergoing tribulation, but rather that during thunderstorms, lightning strikes the golden roof, refining the golden palace until it shines with pure, flawless light.

However, this time, amidst the thunder, a faint fishing line descended from the sky, passing through the eaves of the Golden Palace and landing in front of the statue of the True Martial Emperor, as if trying to catch something.

Suddenly, an old Taoist priest with white hair, dressed in a Tai Chi robe and fast asleep in the hall, opened his eyes. His eyes shone with a faint light, and his voice was like thunder.

"Who dares to steal my Wudang treasure!"

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(End of this chapter)