A master of comedy!

Chapter 191 Master
"Xuanqiong Division? Bao Ying?"

At home, Yu Zhensheng, having washed and dressed in new clothes, was about to go find his beloved to catch up when his apprentice grabbed him.

"How did you find out about the Xuanqiong Division? Were you approached by someone? Or was it Bao Ying?"

As the saying goes, experience is the best teacher. Zhou Sheng only asked one question, and Yu Zhensheng had already deduced everything.

Zhou Sheng then recounted his experiences from the previous night in detail.

After hearing this, Yu Zhensheng clicked his tongue in admiration: "Luckily you didn't kill us, otherwise we would have had to flee Xunyang."

"Master, is the Xuanqiong Division really that powerful?"

Zhou Sheng was somewhat surprised, after all, he felt that Bao Ying and his men didn't seem to be that powerful.

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhensheng sneered: "The Xuanqiong Division has many highly skilled retainers, including some top experts who have even survived the Heavenly Tribulation, but they just don't make a move easily."

"Otherwise, do you really think that the Great Xuan has been able to stand for three hundred years without falling? Besides relying on the dragon vein, the most important thing is the Xuanqiong Division."

"The most elite experts in the Xuanqiong Division are mainly responsible for intimidating the great cultivators of the Buddhist and Taoist sects, such as the old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, the headmaster of Wudang Mountain, and the three great monks of Baima Temple who abstain from greed, anger, and ignorance..."

"Unless it is a calamity that can shake the foundation of the Great Profound Realm, those powerful beings at the Tribulation Transcending Realm will not easily make a move."

"As for the head of the Xuanqiong Division, his identity is extremely mysterious and he never shows himself easily. However, it is said that the person that head of the division was responsible for confronting back then was Zhang Sanfeng."

Zhou Sheng was shocked upon hearing this.

The fact that he could stand up to Zhang Sanfeng shows that this person's Taoist cultivation was extremely high, and he must be a great supernatural being rarely seen in the world!
At the same time, he also realized that although the Great Xuan was becoming increasingly unstable, it was still a colossal entity with unfathomable depths.

“The Xuanqiong Division was founded by the founding emperor. It holds a high position and great power. It is unknown among ordinary people, but it is famous among cultivators. When I was at the height of my fame, I was also targeted by the Xuanqiong Division, and they even sent an elder to confront me.”

Yu Zhensheng seemed to recall those glorious days, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

"In short, do not kill anyone from the Xuanqiong Division unless absolutely necessary."

“Killing some ordinary officials is not a big problem, but if you kill someone from the Xuanqiong Division, you will be hunted down to the ends of the earth unless you escape to the border or leave the Great Xuan.”

Zhou Sheng nodded and then asked, "Master, what happened to that elder who confronted you back then?"

"died."

Yu Zhensheng said calmly, "I killed him."

Zhou Sheng: "..."

So you were warning me here not to kill anyone from the Xuanqiong Division, but you yourself killed one, and he was even a Xuanqiong Division retainer.

"This is the second thing I want to tell you: if you really decide to kill, you must clean up the mess afterward, and it's best to frame someone else."

"Of course, you shouldn't kill Bao Ying. After all, he is a descendant of Bao Gong. We who perform shady plays should give some face to the descendants of Bao Gong."

"Master, what kind of person is Bao Ying?"

“A young man who should have had a bright future.”

Upon hearing this, a flicker of emotion crossed Zhou Sheng's eyes. His master had actually described Bao Ying as having a promising future, which showed his appreciation and high regard for him.

"Bao Ying, the seventh-generation descendant of Bao Gong, is also the most outstanding descendant of the Bao family today. Legend has it that his mother dreamed of a black jade unicorn when she was pregnant, and later gave birth to Bao Ying."

"He was born with a pair of yin-yang eyes, and could see ghosts and gods from a young age. He was also exceptionally intelligent. At the age of sixteen, he became the third-ranked scholar in the imperial examination, enjoying immense glory. He should have been a high-ranking official who would have made a name for himself in history."

"Later, he was enlightened by someone and dreamt of a dream, but instead of becoming a monk, he joined the Xuanqiong Division, solved many mysterious and strange cases, rose through the ranks, and was known as the Ghost Detective."

"Unfortunately, it seems that he offended someone after that. Even though he solved many major cases, he is still only a Demon Suppression Captain after all these years."

Zhou Sheng nodded, knowing that it was probably because Bao Ying had been persistently investigating those accidental deaths for the past ten years, which had offended many powerful figures in the court.

"It seems he really did lie to me."

Zhou Sheng suddenly said something meaningful.

……

The next day, early in the morning. Accompanied by beautiful piano music, the melodious strains of traditional opera echoed through the courtyard.

"By imperial decree, the grain was released in Chenzhou, and we returned to Bianliang day and night."

This is someone singing "Justice Bao" to warm up their voice.

But as she was singing, the piano music suddenly stopped.

Beneath the willow tree, black hair is entwined with strings, and cold jade exudes fragrance.

Jinse, dressed in a pure white gauze robe, sat alone on a blue stone zither platform. The hem of her robe was embroidered with silver plum blossoms, and a cold fragrance seemed to waft through the air when the wind blew.

She stared at Zhou Sheng with her pure, flawless, glassy eyes, and asked in confusion, "Boss Long, you seem a little absent-minded today. Your voice is tight and your tone is unsteady."

"This isn't the kind of mistake you would make."

Zhou Sheng hesitated for a moment, unsure how to answer, when he heard Jinse's beautiful voice ring out again.

"I can hear that your heart is in turmoil, and you are unsure of what to do. You can ask Qin Yin, Mr. Long. I can hear that you really want to hear a piece of music."

Zhou Sheng was taken aback. What kind of tune was that? How come he didn't even know it?
Jinse smiled slightly, then her ten fingers brushed across the Jiaowei Qin (a type of zither). Her nails were unpainted, except for a jade ring on her little finger.

But the skin between her fingers was even whiter than jade.

"Ding~~~"

"Clang clang clang..."

As the familiar and stirring music began, Zhou Sheng's spirits lifted, and his heart seemed to settle down instantly.

That was "The Melodious Sound of the Cloud Palace," which he had played when he was drunk. But now, under Jinse's skillful playing, it truly possessed the grandeur of the Monkey King's birth.

Arrogant and unruly, he was a man of great talent and spirit.

When the music ended, only Jinse remained in the courtyard; Zhou Sheng had vanished.

She didn't care at all, and instead showed a happy smile.

Boss Long's mind finally calmed down.

……

North of Xunyang City, there is a nursing home.

The so-called almshouses were charitable institutions run by the government, mainly used to take in widows, widowers, the disabled, and the poor and destitute.

Most of them are elderly people and children. Although their living conditions are harsh, they can barely survive and are not starving to death on the streets.

Zhou Sheng bought a lot of food and distributed it to the children after arriving here.

Although the children here look pale and muscular, they are in good spirits. They are eager for food, but they do not fight or make a fuss. Instead, they politely bow to Zhou Sheng to express their gratitude.

The etiquette was a mess; some boys were doing the "Wanfu" gesture, and some little girls were doing the "Baiyi" gesture, and they were all crooked and unsteady.

Zhou Sheng did not reveal his identity, but quietly walked inside, and soon saw Bao Ying's figure.

He still looked travel-worn, but the weariness in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by focus and seriousness.

Zhou Sheng paused, a hint of... shock appearing in his eyes.

Because he saw Bao Ying roll up his sleeves and take a small twig, carefully poking and prodding the anus of a seventy-year-old man.

"Old Guo, I've told you so many times, you can't eat an unripe persimmon, especially at your age. If you can't poop, you might just die!"

"Bear with it, it'll hurt to get through. But you have to let me know before you come out, so you don't splash any more water on my clothes. My friends were annoyed with me before because of it."

……

(End of this chapter)