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

"Tales of Extraordinary People: The Eldest Daughter of the Zhuge Family Falls in Love with a 'Rogue' 2--------'The First Lesson of the Feng Shui Master: Make a Run!'"

"At Dashilan, tourists passing by turned around in surprise and saw two well-dressed men running past the alley entrance, angrily chasing after a ragged man who had almost disappeared from sight, shouting and accusing him of harassing their younger sister."

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

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The main gate of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The once solemn and serene Taoist sanctuary was now filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Taoist priests, tourists, and even old men sweeping the streets all stopped in their tracks, staring wide-eyed at this spectacle that might only be seen once in a century.

The usually aloof and otherworldly Lingyu Zhenren, who seemed like a banished immortal, was now hunched over, like a wronged little wife, struggling to move in step by step.

On his back rode a smug-looking boy.

On the boy's back was a beautifully sculpted little girl.

These three people were like Russian nesting dolls, or a circus acrobatic performance, parading through the streets in such an extremely bizarre manner.

"That's... Master Lingyu?" A young Taoist rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it.

"It seems so... but who's that person on his back? Someone with that much influence?"

"Shh! Don't speak! Look at Martial Uncle Lingyu's face, it's so red it's practically bleeding!"

Listening to the whispers around him, Zhang Lingyu felt as if every gaze was a sharp sword piercing his heart.

He stared intently at the blue bricks on the ground, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the earth.

So embarrassing.

That's so embarrassing.

This is worse than killing him!

"Xiaoyu, be steady, don't sway."

Not content with the chaos on his back, Yan Sen, like a lord, gave orders, "If Duo'er falls, I'll never forgive you!"

"Shut up..." Zhang Lingyu gritted her teeth, her voice trembling.

Recalling her foolish actions, Zhang Lingyu felt a pang of self-reproach.

Why am I so pathetic?

Knowing full well that they might lose both the fight and the argument;

Knowing full well that losing could result in embarrassment;

Why fight him? Why argue with him?

Ten minutes ago...

In the woods behind the mountain, the dust of the battle had settled.

Yan Sen lazily withdrew his right hand, and the layer of golden light that had been pressing down on Zhang Lingyu, preventing her from moving, receded like a tide.

"Huff... huff..."

Zhang Lingyu braced himself with his hands on the ground and pulled himself out of the soil like a radish.

The once spotless white Taoist robe was now covered in mud and grass clippings, and his once meticulously styled long hair was now disheveled and draped over his shoulders.

His handsome face was now filled with question marks.

Zhang Lingyu began to question the meaning of life once again.

Lost.

We lost again.

And the loss was even more decisive and inexplicable than when I was a child.

He looked at Yan Sen, who was high-fiving and celebrating with the little green-eyed girl not far away, with a "relaxed and happy" expression, and his mind was filled with so many questions that they were about to overflow.

For the past few years, I have been practicing standing meditation and the Golden Light Mantra on the mountain day and night, regardless of the cold or heat, all so that one day I can avenge my humiliation.

The results of it?

With a casual press, the terrifying gravity, as if an entire mountain were pressing down, easily taught him a lesson.

"Xiaoyu, I'm so happy that you remembered me."

Yan Sen turned around, looked at Zhang Lingyu who seemed somewhat lost, and sighed earnestly. His expression of disappointment was just like that of a worried old father.

"But I really dislike your attitude of trying to fight me the moment we meet. What do you call that? That's called disrespect for elders."

"you……"

Zhang Lingyu gritted her teeth, her face flushed red with shame and indignation, as well as resentment.

"Who's the superior between us?! It's one thing if you don't call me 'Master,' but you're putting on airs! I'll accept that I'm not as skilled!!"

"Tsk, you accuse someone of putting on airs just because you lost? And now you're making excuses?"

Yan Sen walked over and naturally patted the dirt off Zhang Lingyu's shoulders, then smoothed it out as well.

"What did your grandmaster teach you? Did he only teach you self-cultivation? Why didn't he tell you the most important thing for navigating the martial world?"

Zhang Lingyu abruptly took a step back, dodging Yan Sen's "dirty hand," and coldly retorted:

"What utter nonsense! Our Master taught us that cultivation begins with cultivating the mind! How can we, as cultivators, lack a heart that yearns for the Way and a sense of shame? As the saying goes, 'Knowing shame is the foundation of courage.' If we don't even have this much shame, how are we any different from wild beasts!"

These words were resounding and righteous.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be intimidated by Zhang Lingyu's righteous spirit.

But who is Yan Sen?

After hearing this, instead of reflecting on his words, he rolled his eyes and turned to Chen Duo, who was clinging to his back, saying, "Duo'er, see? This is a bad example. Never follow his example in the future. He's such a boring person."

"You!" Zhang Lingyu was speechless with anger.

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Yan Sen curled his lip. "I told you you're boring, and you still won't listen? You're a disgrace to Capricorns, rigid, dogmatic, and obsessed with saving face. You're always putting on airs, refusing to face your inner desires and dark side. How are you supposed to cultivate yourself? All you'll produce is a fake seriousness."

"Nonsense! If I have done anything wrong, Master will correct me! Don't try to confuse my resolve with your vulgar, scoundrel theories!"

Zhang Lingyu was also anxious, and all her usual composure vanished in front of Yan Sen.

"Fine, you're stubborn, aren't you?"

Yan Sen shook his head, a mischievous smile suddenly appearing on his lips.

"Since you won't listen to my advice, I won't waste my breath. Don't you pride yourself on having a heart for the Way and a sense of shame? Fine, let's test just how strong your sense of shame really is."

After saying that, Yan Sen took a deep breath.

His chest bulged high, and the primordial energy within his body began to converge towards his throat.

Zhang Lingyu's eyelids twitched.

wrong!

This stance...this starting position...

An extremely ominous premonition instantly enveloped his heart.

Oh no!

The next second, Zhang Lingyu's premonition came true.

Yan Sen's face, which had been wearing a wicked smile, twisted into a grimace in an instant, his brows furrowed, his features squeezed together, as if he were being subjected to some inhumane torture.

Immediately afterwards, a heart-wrenching scream, even trembling, resounded through the forest behind Longhu Mountain!

"Help me—!!!"

"Murder!!!!"

"My grand-disciple is going to get a beating when he gets home! Zhang Lingyu, a high-ranking priest from the Celestial Master's Mansion, beat someone up! Shameless! Bullying the weak! The master beat up his grand-disciple—!!!"

Yan Sen used real skill in that shout.

He mixed his voice with powerful Qi, using the principle of sound wave resonance to make it sound like a loudspeaker broadcast, with extremely strong penetrating power, instantly spreading for miles around.

The birds roosting in the woods were startled and flew around wildly. Even a few wild cats that were dozing on the eaves of a corner of the Celestial Master's Mansion in the distance were so frightened that they fell off.

“!!!!!!”

Zhang Lingyu froze completely.

In that instant, he felt as if his brain was being shaken to its core by the sound.

His face turned from white to red, then from red to purple, and finally as black as the bottom of a pot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

We got tricked!

We've been completely outmaneuvered!

Zhang Lingyu looked at her own muddy and disheveled appearance, then at Yan Sen opposite her, who was dressed neatly and whose hair was perfectly styled.

Who the hell hit whom?!

Is there any justice left?! Is there no law left?!

"You...you..."

Zhang Lingyu pointed at Yan Sen, her fingers trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Yan Sen, however, gave him no chance to catch his breath.

He yelled at the top of his lungs while reaching out to pat Chen Duo's little head on his back.

Little Chen Duo was clearly stunned by this sudden turn of events. Her big, bright green eyes were filled with worry, and her little hands were tightly gripping Yan Sen's collar as she prepared to check if Brother Sen had suffered any internal injuries.

With his back to Zhang Lingyu, Yan Sen secretly winked at Chen Duo and made a face.

Chen Duo: "(⊙_⊙)?"

"Stop shouting! Please! Stop shouting!"

Zhang Lingyu finally broke down.

He heard a commotion of footsteps approaching from afar; it was his fellow disciples drawn by the sound.

If they see this...

How can Zhang Lingyu ever face anyone in Longhu Mountain again?

"What exactly do you want?! Tell me your conditions! Just shut up!"

Zhang Lingyu gritted her teeth and chose to compromise.

"Why didn't you say that earlier?"

Yan Sen instantly fell silent, his change of expression as swift as that of a Sichuan opera master.

He rubbed his slightly sore cheeks and looked at Zhang Lingyu with an expression that said, "You're a promising student."

"Simple. Xiaoyu, aren't you supposed to be a master with a lot of baggage? Don't you think you're quite impressive?"

Yan Sen pointed to himself, then to Chen Duo.

"You can be my mount. I'll carry Duo'er on my back, and you can carry me. The three of us can stack up like an Arhat and go into the Celestial Master's Mansion together. When I say it's okay, you can put me down."

Yan Sen narrowed his eyes, his tone chilling: "Otherwise, I'll just keep shouting here. I'll stop when I shout until the Grand Tutor comes out, until all the tourists on the mountain come to watch."

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

This is absolutely devastating!

How could he, a dignified disciple of the Celestial Master, carry this scoundrel through the main gate like a monkey show?

"A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated..." Zhang Lingyu squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Help—" Yan Sen opened his mouth to shout.

"good!!!"

Zhang Lingyu roared, her eyes reddening, tears of grievance welling up.

"I'll carry it! I'll carry it, okay?!"

He lowered his noble head, his heart bleeding.

A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.

Yan Sen! You'll remember this! The humiliation you suffer today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!

……

Let's shift our perspective and return to the present.

at last.

This long "road of shame," which felt like it had lasted for a century, had finally come to an end.

The three of them indeed formed a human pyramid and arrived at the main hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"We're here...can we get off now?"

Zhang Lingyu stopped and asked, panting heavily.

All he wants now is to get rid of this plague as soon as possible, and then find a secluded place to have a good cry.

However, Yan Sen showed no intention of coming down.

He looked up at the majestic hall and a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

"Don't rush, Jade."

Yan Sen reached out and affectionately patted Zhang Lingyu's head, as if he were petting an obedient golden retriever.

"Since we've come this far, we might as well see it through to the end."

"Carry me inside and pay my respects to the Grand Tutor."

Zhang Lingyu: "!!!"

Just as he was about to lash out, the heavy vermilion door of the main hall suddenly creaked open without any wind.

A scent of sandalwood, mixed with a chilling aura, slowly wafted from the hall.

"Is it Lingyu? And that little rascal who's had his fill of wildness down the mountain?"

An aged but powerful voice came from deep within the hall.

He is none other than the unparalleled master of the extraordinary world today—the Old Celestial Master, Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Lingyu's body stiffened.

He subconsciously looked at Yan Sen, his eyes full of pleading: We're already in front of Master, why aren't you coming down? Do you want me to die?

Yan Sen acted as if he hadn't seen her at all. Instead, he lifted Chen Duo up a little higher and shouted loudly, "Grand Tutor! I've missed you so much! That's why I specially brought my sister to kowtow to you! Xiao Yu insisted on carrying me in, saying it was to express her longing for her fellow disciple, and I couldn't stop her!"

Zhang Lingyu's vision went black, and she almost fainted.

Shameless!

Shameless!

There's no turning back now.

Zhang Lingyu had no choice but to grit his teeth, take heavy steps, and carry both the large and small children across the threshold of the main hall.

Inside the main hall, wisps of smoke rose from scattered incense sticks.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei sat upright on the futon at the top, holding a scroll of scripture in his hand, watching the "trio" who walked in with a half-smile.

His gaze lingered on Yan Sen for a moment, a hint of approval flashing across his eyes, then swept over Chen Duo, revealing a kind expression.

Finally, his gaze fell on Zhang Lingyu, who was at the very bottom, drenched in sweat and with a flushed face.

"Master...Master..."

Zhang Lingyu's voice was weak, like that of a child who had done something wrong.

"Um."

The old Celestial Master nodded slightly, his kind and gentle face revealing neither joy nor anger.

He put down the scriptures, picked up the teacup, and took a small sip.

Then, in the gentlest tone, he uttered the coldest words:

"Alright, put this little rascal and the little girl down."

"You must be exhausted. Go, kneel down and offer incense before the statue of our patriarch."

"Don't say your master doesn't love you."

The old master pointed to the bundle of sandalwood as thick as an arm on the offering table.

"Kneel on the thickest one."

Zhang Lingyu: "???"

Why?!

He's the one who bullied me! I'm the victim!

Why am I always the one who gets hurt?!

Yan Sen jumped off Zhang Lingyu's back, grabbed Chen Duo, and made a "please" gesture to the petrified Zhang Lingyu, smiling broadly.

"Go on, Xiaoyuzi, the Grand Tutor is tempering your character."

"Don't let the old man's good intentions go to waste."