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

"Tales of the Strange: Bao Jing 3 - 'Who...are you?'"

"In a wasteland in the suburbs of Guangzhou, a bespectacled man with slicked-back hair, his eyes gleaming with a blood-red light, turned to look at the young boy and girl emerging from the bushes beside him."

The little girl's pupils were very special, like green gemstones; he had never encountered such prey before.

Say hello.

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

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Mang Qingfeng's hand was still clasped with Feng Baobao's.

Time lost its natural flow in this stone chamber.

a long time......

A long, stale wisp of smoke broke the deathly silence.

"call--"

"Oh my god... I'm exhausted."

Mang Qingfeng opened his eyes and wiped away his sweat.

Without any regard for his image, he sat cross-legged on the ground, breathing heavily to calm himself down.

"I'm never doing this job again, no matter what."

Her voice was hoarse, as if she had swallowed a handful of sand.

"Big sister, you've finally made it out, haven't you?"

A crisp sound rang in Mang Qingfeng's ears.

Feng Baobao sat cross-legged on the jade futon, leaning slightly forward. Her large, clear black and white eyes stared intently at Mang Qingfeng, her tone carrying a hint of urgency that she would never normally show.

"How's it going? Can you see my parents? Can you see where my house is?"

Mang Qingfeng looked at the girl in front of him with an extremely complex expression.

"I've figured it out."

Mang Qingfeng nodded, and with great effort, pulled out an old-fashioned long-stemmed pipe from the high slit of his cheongsam.

"Smack."

She snapped her fingers, and a wisp of blue flame appeared at her fingertips, lighting the cigarette.

I took a deep breath, and the pungent smoke swirled in my lungs, slightly suppressing the discomfort.

Please tell me, anything is fine.

Seeing her nod, Feng Baobao slid off the prayer mat, braced herself on the ground, and approached Mang Qingfeng like a puppy begging for food.

"I'll do anything as long as you know who I am."

The swirling smoke blurred Mang Qingfeng's beautiful face.

She exhaled a smoke ring, looked at Feng Baobao through the hazy smoke, and instead of answering, asked a question in return.

"Girl, don't rush."

"Let me ask you something first. Don't be too serious, just think of it as us sisters having a casual chat."

Mang Qingfeng's voice was deep and magnetic, with a seductive rhythm.

"What you want to know is your past, right?"

"Yes, yes, that's right."

Feng Baobao nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of hope.

"Have you ever thought about... what would happen if you regained your past?"

"I'll only know after I find it."

Feng Baobao answered as if it were perfectly natural.

Mang Qingfeng tapped his cigarette ash, his eyes becoming deep and thoughtful.

"What if your past was terrible?"

"For example, imagine you're a heinous criminal, deeply in debt to many people, with innocent blood on your hands. Once you regain your memories, you'll face endless pursuit and even imminent death. What would you do?"

"Just pay back the debt."

Her voice was so calm it was as if she were saying, "Eat if you're hungry."

"A life for a life, a debt for a debt—that's a matter of course. If I really can't pay it back, and if they all want me dead, then so be it."

Feng Baobao tilted her head, seemingly thinking the question was very simple.

"But I need to know who they are."

Why do you want me to die?

"What crime did I commit?"

"They can't just send me to my death without any explanation, that doesn't make sense. Once they figure it out, they'll do what needs to be done."

Mang Qingfeng paused slightly in the hand holding the tobacco pipe.

What a fine example of "do whatever needs to be done".

Do not be elated by external gains or saddened by personal losses; follow the natural order and accept cause and effect.

It's easier said than done.

"Then let's put it another way," Mang Qingfeng continued to ask.

"What if the price of helping you find your past is that everyone who helps you has to die? Like your friend, that white-haired guy outside, that kid surnamed Yan."

"I'll save them!" Feng Baobao blurted out.

"What if there's no way to save it? What if this is fate, a predetermined outcome?"

There's nothing we can do about it.

"Don't you feel guilty? After all, they died for you." Mang Qingfeng pressed on, trying to find even a trace of ink on the blank sheet of paper.

Feng Baobao frowned, looking at Mang Qingfeng with a puzzled expression, as if she were looking at someone who had said something foolish.

"No, wait a minute, you're wrong."

She shook her head, her messy long hair swaying with the movement.

"I can't force them to help me."

"It's their decision to help me; it's my decision to find out about my origins."

"This is bad, we should run!"

"I definitely don't want them to die, and I will do my best to save them. But if they really can't be saved... well, that's because they did what they wanted, not because of me."

Feng Baobao's eyes were crystal clear, without a trace of impurity or the shadow of "moral burden".

"Everyone has to be responsible for their own actions, and so do I."

Mang Qingfeng was stunned.

The pipe in my hand had gone out sometime ago.

This woman is quite interesting.

The so-called "fasting of the mind, sitting in oblivion, dispelling desires and purifying the mind"

That's pretty much it.

"Big sister, have you figured it out yet? Tell me!" Feng Baobao was getting anxious when she saw Mang Qingfeng staring blankly, so she leaned forward again.

Mang Qingfeng snapped out of his daze, looked at the face so close to his, and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, she sighed and shook her head.

"Not yet."

"Why?!" Feng Baobao exclaimed anxiously, grabbing Mang Qingfeng's arm with such force that even the ghost immortal seemed to feel pain.

"Big sister! Please! Tell me! Anything, even just a direction! Tell me!"

This was the closest she had ever come to the truth in all her long decades.

The feeling of being within reach yet being shut out stirred a sense of "anxiety" in her otherwise unmoving heart.

"If I tell you now, you'll never find it again."

Mang Qingfeng let her hold him, his eyes lowered, his tone unusually calm, as if he were proclaiming some divine decree.

She raised her hand and gently patted the back of Feng Baobao's hand, signaling her to let go.

"What you deliberately pursue, you will never obtain. By letting things take their natural course, you will come to know everything."

"Let's wait."

Mang Qingfeng pointed to the void above his head.

"You've already found one, but not all of them."

"We'll wait for another one. Then they'll tell you who you are."

"For you, time is the most useless thing, girl."

After saying this, Mang Qingfeng seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and adopted a "seeing off" posture, no longer uttering a word.

She said everything she needed to say.

Things that shouldn't be said, you must never say, even if it means being beaten to death.

Feng Baobao stared blankly at Mang Qingfeng, her hand that was gripping her arm slowly loosening and falling limply to her side.

She...didn't understand.

What does it mean when the time isn't right? What does it mean to wait for another opportunity?

Who is that "one"? And when will it be?

This is far too complicated for Feng Baobao, whose brain circuits are extremely simple.

"oh......"

Feng Baobao stood up somewhat bewildered and scratched her messy hair.

Since the eldest sister isn't going to say anything, then she really isn't going to say anything.

Forcing them won't work, and fighting... doesn't seem like a good idea either.

Then forget it.

"You need to talk to Lao Si and Mu Tou."

Feng Baobao muttered to herself.

"They're smart enough to know what it means."

With that thought in mind, she stopped worrying and turned to walk outside with her signature pigeon-toed gait.

I had just reached the door and placed my hand on the doorknob.

Feng Baobao seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped and turned around.

She looked at Mang Qingfeng, who was still resting with his eyes closed, and suddenly a very serious and sincere expression appeared on his blank face.

She gave a thumbs-up to Mang Qingfeng.

"Big sister, thank you so much!"

"besides......"

Feng Baobao pointed to Mang Qingfeng's lower body and exclaimed in admiration.

"The lace trim on your pants looks really nice. I've never worn them, but they look great on me."

After saying that, she pushed open the door and walked out with a "thud".

A deathly silence fell over the stone chamber.

Mang Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes and looked down.

Her cheongsam, with its extremely high slit, had been whipped up to her thighs from her earlier undignified sitting on the ground, revealing a glimpse of black...

"..."

Mang Qingfeng's face instantly turned bright red, and his vertical pupils almost became normal pupils.

This is so embarrassing! Damn it!

She hurriedly pulled her cheongsam up to cover her thighs, feeling increasingly embarrassed.

Damn it! I want to die!!!

Mang Qingfeng was so angry that he slammed his pipe on the ground with a loud bang.

After a while, faint voices could be heard coming from the living room outside.

It was that loud, boisterous voice of the white-haired guy.

There were also the lazy, teasing sounds of the Yan family's children.

Hearing these sounds, the blush on Mang Qingfeng's face gradually faded.

She relit the pipe, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

Amidst the swirling smoke, her gaze became deep and distant, as if she could see again the back of that ragged, blood-covered man deep within Feng Baobao's interior.

"What was the name of that kid from a few years ago... the one everyone hated?"

Mang Qingfeng muttered to himself, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees.

"Oh right, his name is Wugensheng."

"Having neither past nor origin, born with innate spiritual power, yet not destined for the mortal realm."

A meaningful smile appeared on Mang Qingfeng's lips, a smile that carried a hint of emotion and a touch of awe.

"hey-hey......"

"If you ask me, little sister..."

"You should be called—Wugensheng."