Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

"Tales of Extraordinary People: Bao Jing 2 - 'This Kind of Life Isn't Bad,'"

On a winding mountain road, beside a wrecked car that looked like it had been in a serious accident, a man covered in blood picked up his phone to call his companion for help. A man with a buzz cut and wearing work gloves pulled out a stack of wanted posters from his pocket and compared them one by one. His gaze settled on the one in the middle.

"Thankfully, we didn't go to the wrong place."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to hear a soft chuckle.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Note: The anecdotes about extraordinary individuals do not follow the normal timeline of the main story!

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Grandpa Liu consciously didn't follow.

The black smoke that the python Qingfeng transformed into was as dark as ink, leading the way ahead.

The texture underfoot gradually transitioned from the rough rock surface to the smooth cement ground.

As you go deeper, the originally dark and cramped passageway suddenly opens up.

Instead of the glowing fluorite on the rock walls on both sides, there were rows of voice-activated LED ceiling lights that lit up one after another with each of their footsteps, illuminating the path ahead as bright as day.

Soon, the group reached the end.

What blocked their way was not one of those mysterious stone doors inscribed with enigmatic runes.

It wasn't a rudimentary opening where only animal hides could be hung for wind protection.

Instead, it was a... towering and incredibly heavy security door, estimated to be over two meters tall.

There was even a slightly faded "福" (good fortune) character pasted on the door.

Yes, it's pasted upside down.

"..."

The unlit cigarette in Xu Si's mouth eventually slipped out and fell to the ground.

The black smoke leading the way twisted and transformed once more into the tall, aloof human form of Mang Qingfeng.

She wore high heels, her long, pale legs barely visible beneath her cheongsam, and with an extremely natural motion, she pulled a bunch of keys with a Pikachu charm from her sleeve.

"Click, click."

The sound of the key turning the lock cylinder sounded exceptionally crisp, and also exceptionally absurd, deep underground.

"Come in, no need to change your shoes, the floor was just mopped."

As Mang Qingfeng pushed open the door, a blast of cold air mixed with the smell of air freshener hit him.

Yan Sen and Xu Si exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes that suggested their worldviews were being restructured, before bracing themselves and stepping over the threshold.

What comes into view is a modern space decorated in a very... "avant-garde" style.

This natural cave, which was originally large enough to accommodate dozens of people, was divided into rooms with distinct functions by Mang Qingfeng using red bricks and plasterboard.

The floor is covered with wood-grain tiles, an elaborate crystal chandelier hangs overhead, the walls are painted white, and there's even a trendy TV background wall.

Judging from the layout, the group was in what appeared to be the living room.

But the interior design of this living room is rather... wild.

On the left wall hangs a huge, even somewhat distorted, replica of Van Gogh's "Starry Night," and beneath that dazzling, distorted starry sky is a whole row of wallpaper featuring "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf."

The melancholic artistic atmosphere and the innocent scenes that should have appeared in kindergarten achieved a strange harmony at this moment.

The visual impact is so strong that it's almost on par with Ultraman Taro's over-the-shoulder throw.

"This...this is considered a mix-and-match style?" Xu Si's lips twitched, and he felt a burning sensation in his eyes.

"It's not over yet, look over there." Yan Sen raised his chin slightly and pointed to the display shelf on the right.

The huge glass case was packed with all sorts of figurines.

From Batman from the Justice League to Superman from the Avengers, and then to the MG-class Strike Freedom Gundam model on the coffee table next to it, half-assembled with parts scattered all over the table.

There was even a life-sized body pillow of Luffy grinning broadly tossed on that leather sofa.

The most outrageous thing was the poster in the corner, still wrapped in its protective film—Jackie Chan dressed in ancient costume, with deep, penetrating eyes.

"myth".

If Yan Sen remembers correctly, this movie hasn't been released yet, right? Or has it just been scheduled for release?

This pretty lady... her methods are a bit unconventional.

"Please sit wherever you like, don't be shy."

Mang Qingfeng walked to a large double-door refrigerator, opened the door, and found it filled with various colored soft drinks and frozen foods.

She took out a bottle of iced black tea, which was hers, and pointed to it:

"Help yourself to drink whatever you want. If you want to take a shower, the second bathroom is on your right. The water heater is at a constant temperature 24 hours a day."

A refrigerator?! A bathroom?!

Xu Si: Is this still an underground cave? It's decorated better than my house!

"I won't bother to entertain you. Go find something to do on your own."

Mang Qingfeng unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back, and took a swig of iced tea. A hint of smugness flashed in his dark golden vertical pupils.

She watched Yan Sen and Xu Si's shocked expressions, like country bumpkins visiting the Grand View Garden. Although she maintained her aloof and unapproachable demeanor, the little devil inside her was already laughing hysterically.

Hmph! Tremble, mortals!

This is the happy house that I, your great-aunt, spent years of my life, even using half of my savings, to build little by little, like an ant carrying grains of rice!

Here! There's no fighting! No backstabbing!

All I do is watch anime and dramas!

All we have is air conditioning and watermelon!

This is my absolute domain, belonging exclusively to this fairy!

:ஐ٩(๑´ᵕ`)۶ஐ:

"Sister."

After finishing his mental exercise, Mang Qingfeng put down his drink, turned to look at Feng Baobao, who had been standing motionless at the door, and softened his tone slightly.

Although it still sounds a bit harsh, it's the gentlest attitude she could come up with.

There's nothing we can do about it; she's always talked like this since she was little.

"Come with me, let's go inside. There are too many people outside, and there are some things we sisters need to talk about behind closed doors."

Feng Baobao's face, which had been expressionless until now, showed a striking brightness in her large eyes.

She didn't follow immediately, but stopped where she was, hesitated for a moment, and looked back at Yan Sen, who was studying a Gundam model, and then at Xu Si, who was squatting by the refrigerator door, debating whether to drink Coke or Sprite.

That look in his eyes is hard to describe; it's like a child being sent to kindergarten by their parents for the first time.

There was both curiosity about the unknown and a slight sense of unease.

She didn't understand the significance of doing this, but she knew it had to be done.

Yan Sen keenly caught that gaze.

He put down the giant leg he was holding, turned around, and gave a bright and reassuring smile.

He raised his hand, making a "please" gesture, his tone relaxed:

"Go for it, Baby Sister, good luck!"

Yan Sen pointed to his own head, then to Feng Baobao's head; that was their secret signal.

"After you get out, if you want to, then tell us. If you don't want to tell us, then keep it to yourself and don't tell anyone."

Xu Si also grabbed a can of Sprite, and with a "pop," he pulled the tab, and foam gushed out.

He walked over, put his arm around Yan Sen's shoulder, laughed heartily, and gave Feng Baobao a big peace sign.

"That's right! Baby, what Wood said is exactly what I wanted to say."

"Don't feel pressured. If you can figure it out, that would be great, and we'll help you find the answer; if you can't, we'll go home."

"At worst, we can wait for that kid named Zhang Chulan to grow up, or we can look for other ways. We'll find a solution sooner or later."

Xu Si took a sip of Sprite and burped.

"No matter what, I'll stay here and wait for you. I'm not going anywhere."

Feng Baobao: (o_o)و ̑̑

Her back, which had always been slightly hunched, seemed to straighten up a little.

The fleeting emotion deep in his eyes was like a ripple on a lake caused by the wind, before returning to calm.

"Uh-huh."

Feng Baobao nodded seriously.

Without further hesitation, she followed Mang Qingfeng into the room with the sign that read "No Trespassing" as she walked with her signature pigeon-toed gait.

"Click".

The door was closed, blocking the view.

Only Yan Sen and Xu Si remained in the living room, along with three sets of figurines and models.

The relaxed atmosphere vanished by half the moment the door closed.

Xu Si's smile vanished. He slumped onto the sofa, not caring whether he was pressing down on Luffy's face, and stared blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

"Wood," Xu Si's voice was low, "Do you think... it can work?"

"Who knows?" Yan Sen shrugged, sat on the carpet, and continued fiddling with the Gundam model.

"These things are a matter of fate. But since this python immortal has sent both you and me away, it means she has indeed seen something, and this matter... is probably not insignificant."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Xu Si gave a bitter smile.

"What if it gets so big that we can't handle it?"

"What's there to be afraid of? If the sky falls, there's always someone taller to hold it up."

Yan Sen attached Gundam's head to it.

"We're not without support; at worst, we can just run away with Baby Sister."

"Too."

Xu Si exhaled a breath of stale air, seemingly trying to comfort himself.

"I don't want to think about it anymore, thinking too much will give me a headache."

He stood up and began wandering around the room, touching Batman's cape and poking at the paintings on the wall.

"Hey, Wood, look at this."

Xu Si suddenly pointed to a corner next to the TV cabinet, his tone somewhat strange.

Yan Sen looked in the direction he was pointing.

There was a high-end-looking computer host there, with RGB lights still flashing inside the case. Although the monitor was black, it still had a keyboard, mouse, and even a professional gaming headset.

Most importantly, next to the computer desk, there was a stack of unopened CDs.

Yan Sen walked over and casually picked up a card to look at.

The cover features a hot anime female character wearing a tight-fitting outfit.

Ghost in the Shell.

Scroll down further, and you'll find *Neon Genesis Evangelion* and *Naruto*.

"Good heavens..."

Yan Sen couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

"She's not only a homebody, but also a long-time anime fan."

"That's nothing."

Xu Si pointed under the table.

"Look what's that?"

Yan Sen looked down.

Hidden beside the table leg was a small router, its indicator light flashing cheerfully green.

"Network cable?" Yan Sen was stunned.

"Where would a network cable come from, deep in these forests? That doesn't make any sense!"

"Who knows? Maybe it's some kind of 'divine broadband' that we can't understand?"

Xu Si stroked his chin, his face deep in thought.

The two looked at each other and both saw a deep sense of admiration in each other's eyes.

These days, even being a god isn't easy. To watch anime and play games, you have to build your own base stations.

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at the same time.

The inner room.

The interior design of this house is completely different from the outside.

There were no fancy wallpapers, no figurines or models.

The four walls are made of original rock, but they have been polished to an extremely smooth finish and emit a faint fluorescent glow.

In the middle of the room, there was a huge jade futon, and nothing else.

"Sit down."

Mang Qingfeng pointed to the prayer mat, his voice returning to its cold and distant tone.

Feng Baobao obediently climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged.

The futon exuded a chill.

The coolness seeped into Feng Baobao's body through her skin, but she seemed to feel nothing at all. She even curiously touched the cushion, as if she were identifying its material.

Give me your hand.

Mang Qingfeng stood beside Feng Baobao, extending her pale, paper-white hand with black matte nail polish.

Feng Baobao extended her hand.

The moment the two hands touched.

"—!"

The room, which had been quiet, seemed to be filled with murmurs.

A faint blue light emanated from the wall, enveloping the two figures.

Mang Qingfeng's vertical pupils widened suddenly, as if vortexes were swirling within them.

"Close your eyes."

Mang Qingfeng let out a low shout.

"Don't resist, let me in and take a look."

Feng Baobao closed her eyes as instructed.

next second.

Mang Qingfeng felt as if he wasn't holding a hand.

Instead... it opened a door to nothingness.

Her consciousness, following the point of contact, rushed into Feng Baobao's mind without any hindrance.

Logically, the inner world is a projection of one's spiritual world.

To put it nicely, it's like "a heart like a double-stranded net, with thousands of knots within."

To put it bluntly, it's because our mortal bodies are burdened with too much thought, leading to a proliferation of distracting ideas.

Those who appreciate beauty will inevitably find stunningly beautiful women accompanying them in the interior scenes.

Those who crave power will inevitably see themselves ruling the world and being the only ones who matter in their inner vision.

No two interior scenes are exactly alike in the world.

However, in her case...

This was the first time I had ever met Mang Qingfeng.

In the interior of this woman's room...

There was nothing there.

This is a place... absolutely, purely, and despairingly desolate—

"null".

Above, below, in all directions, throughout history, all is emptiness.

It's like the singularity before the Big Bang, or the end after the destruction of heaven and earth.

In this boundless void, time loses its meaning, and space loses its boundaries.

Mang Qingfeng felt that his consciousness was like a speck of dust, suspended in this void, ridiculously insignificant.

"This shouldn't be happening..."

Python Qingfeng muttered to himself.

How could a living creature possess such an interior?!

This is not what a soul should look like! This is not even... like the form that "life" should take!

Just as she was still in shock.

In the deepest part of this nothingness, a faint light suddenly appeared.

The light was faint, yet extremely tenacious, like a candle flame in the wind, flickering but never going out.

Mang Qingfeng subconsciously wanted to get closer to that light, wanting to see what it was.

However, just as her consciousness touched the edge of that glimmer of light...

"—!!!"

That point of light suddenly burst forth and expanded infinitely.

This is not an attack.

Or is it a... video?

The image was extremely blurry and fragmented.

Mang Qingfeng only managed to capture a few fleeting moments.

A burning forest.

There was also a man wearing tattered robes and covered in blood.

The man had his back to the camera, holding something in his arms, and muttering to himself softly.

The sound had become blurred due to the erosion of time, but Mang Qingfeng could still vaguely hear two words.

That seems to be a name.

It also seems... to be a spell.

"...The gods..."