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

"Buzz!"

It was as if an invisible bell had been struck violently in the air, the dull tremor instantly drowning out the sound of the wind in the forest.

The man in the tracksuit casually swung his palm, without making any exaggerated movements, but the air in front of him was instantly compressed and distorted.

A semi-transparent palm force, visible to the naked eye, hurtled along the ground like a bulldozer, instantly shattering the bushes and pebbles in its path upon contact.

A deep trench was plowed into the ground, and waves of earth rolled and surged, carrying an overwhelming and domineering momentum that quickly reached Yan Sen and Chen Duo's faces.

The Great Compassion Hand, one of the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin.

"Fierce and violent, incredibly powerful!"

Instead of retreating, Yan Sen advanced, even having the leisure to offer a comment. He stomped heavily with one foot, instantly tensing his previously relaxed stance, as if rooted to the ground.

"Excellent!"

With a low shout, a rich, earthy-yellow light burst forth from his body. It didn't cover his body like a normal golden light spell, but rather, like flowing amber magma, it instantly solidified into a thick wall of light in front of him and Chen Duo.

Spleen Earth Golden Light · Buzhou Mountain · Modified!

"boom--!"

The palm strike slammed hard against the wall of light.

There was no crisp cracking sound, only a muffled thud that sent chills down your spine.

The palm force of that compassionate hand, powerful enough to shatter mountains and break peaks, was completely absorbed and dissolved by the thick, viscous golden light, as if it were a mud ox entering the sea. Then, it flowed wildly into the ground along Yan Sen's feet.

"boom!"

Centered on the point where Yan Sen and his companion stood, the ground within a radius of several meters instantly cracked and collapsed, creating a huge palm print crater. The two people in the center of the palm were completely unharmed, only stirring up a little dust.

"Oh?"

The man opposite him let out a soft "hmm," and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which had been filled with violence and murderous intent.

He casually picked up the figure on the ground that had long since collapsed like mud—it was Yan Sen and his group's target for this trip, the "Five Poison Child".

At this moment, blood was streaming down the man's face, his jaw had been dislocated, and his limbs were twisted in a bizarre way and covered in wounds, clearly indicating that he had suffered inhuman torture in a very short period of time.

The man tilted his head, looking at the strange golden light flowing around Yan Sen. His tone was somewhat doubtful, but he showed no fear.

"That golden light...is it from Longhu Mountain? It seems you're not this guy's accomplices?"

"That wasn't..."

Yan Sen dispelled the golden light in front of him, clenched and unclenched his hands, and narrowed his cyan-gold eyes, staring at the man with an unfriendly gaze.

Although he wasn't injured, being slapped on the head for no reason would upset anyone. Especially the other person's nonchalant attitude, which made him even angrier.

"Now, it is..."

Standing behind Yan Sen, Chen Duo added in a cool, clear voice.

The girl didn't waste any words; she didn't even bother to distinguish whether the other person was friend or foe.

In her simple and straightforward logic, since someone had attacked Brother Sen, that person must undoubtedly be her enemy.

"Hiss—"

A faint corrosive sound suddenly came from the air.

A thick black mist spread out from under Chen Duo's feet.

This black mist was not an ordinary poisonous miasma, but a primordial Gu that she had nurtured for many years with the Qi of the Liver Wood.

Wherever the black fog passed, the once lush green grass and trees withered and turned black, turning into dust and scattering away.

The insects and ants hidden in the soil didn't even have time to struggle before they melted into a pool of black water.

The black mist seemed to have a life of its own, transforming into several ferocious black snakes that flew close to the ground, swiftly attacking the man at extremely tricky angles.

"A Gu Master? And a Gu of this quality?"

The man looked at the approaching black mist, but instead of panicking, his eyes shone even brighter, red light pulsating wildly deep within his pupils, and a morbid excitement even curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk, I've never encountered this type of 'ingredient' before... It's a pity we've already had our main course today."

Faced with the deadly primal Gu, the man's figure flashed strangely, leaving an afterimage in the air in a posture that defied human biomechanics, easily avoiding the strangulation of the black mist.

The man's blood-red pupils drew two streaks of light across the night sky. He landed on a horizontal branch of a large tree, looking down at the two of them with obvious and sincere apology on his face.

"Since you two are not this man's accomplices, then I was being presumptuous just now. If you are dissatisfied with my greeting, I am willing to apologize to you."

The man pushed up his glasses, revealing a clear and sincere apology on his face. His tone was as gentle as a university professor's. He waved his hand, and his work gloves, soaked in blood, looked particularly jarring.

"To be honest, I just ate and I'm a bit full now. I don't want to eat anything meaty. You two should leave before I finish digesting."

"Walk?"

Yan Sen was so angry that he laughed instead.

He slowly raised his hands, his fingers slightly spread, and golden light flickered in his palms. It was no longer a heavy earthy yellow, but gradually transformed into a sharp and dazzling platinum color.

"This master is utterly unreasonable. You stole our mission objective, making our days of stakeouts go to waste, and that's not all."

"You attacked me without saying a word upon meeting me. It's only because I have some skills that I'm not bad. Anyone else would have been smashed into mincemeat by your palm."

Yan Sen's tone grew colder, and the azure-gold light in his eyes intensified.

"You think you can just give up like that? Heh, there's no such thing as a free lunch!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Sen suddenly waved both hands.

"laugh--!"

Dozens of thin, thread-like golden rays shot out from his fingertips like strings on a musical instrument.

The protective light that once clung to the gold thread was no longer the earthy yellow color.

That was the lung-metal qi that had been compressed to the extreme by Yan Sen, making it incomparably sharp and capable of even cutting through the air.

A golden line ripped through the night sky, emitting a sharp whistling sound. Wherever it passed, whether it was a tree as thick as a person's embrace or a hard rock, it was silently cut as smooth as tofu.

"If you want to give up, that's easy. Just lie down too!"

Yan Sen plucked the strings with both hands, his ten fingers moving in rapid succession, as if playing a somber pipa melody under the night sky.

Golden threads wove into a net, like a sky full of raindrops, or a net that instantly enveloped the man and the surrounding area within a dozen meters, blocking all his escape routes.

Spleen Earth Golden Light · Cage!

"That's interesting."

The man raised an eyebrow, about to dodge, when he suddenly felt his body sink.

A terrifying force of gravity descended upon him without warning.

Spleen Earth Golden Light - Heavy Pressure!

"Um?"

Caught off guard, the man stumbled and nearly fell from the treetop. In that brief moment of pause, several golden lines were already closing in.

"Sizzle!"

The sound of clothes tearing rang out.

Despite the man's best efforts to twist his body, a golden thread still grazed his left shoulder.

The protective golden bell shield was as fragile as paper in front of the sharp lung metal qi, and was instantly cut open, with blood splattering everywhere.

He tried to tough it out and hide, but found there was nowhere left to hide.

The primordial black mist controlled by Chen Duo had already silently enveloped him like a gaping maw in the surrounding air.

All around was Yan Sen's indestructible golden thread net.

Add to that the terrifying gravity that is omnipresent and ever-present.

In that instant, this top-tier expert with superb skills and amazing physical abilities was driven into a desperate situation by the brother and sister working together.

However, faced with this seemingly inescapable predicament, the man's expression became extremely strange.

He felt neither anger nor fear; instead, he smiled with relief.

It's a relieved smile that only appears when someone has let go of something they've held onto for a long time.

"Amitabha."

The man softly chanted a Buddhist prayer and then ceased all resistance.

He ignored his wounds and the approaching black mist and golden threads, and sat cross-legged on the swaying branch, his hands clasped together in front of his chest.

With lowered eyebrows and upturned lips, he had a compassionate appearance.

In that instant, the blood-red light that had been pulsating wildly in his eyes vanished as quickly as the tide receded, replaced by clarity and peace.

It was as if that bloodthirsty demon had never existed.

"Interesting abilities, excellent teamwork, and ruthless methods."

The man closed his eyes, letting the blood stain half of his tracksuit, and spoke with an unbelievably sincere tone: "I just heard you two say that this guy is your mission. You two... you must be from the company, right? At this stage, I don't want to offend anyone from the company."

"and......"

The man paused, his voice carrying an indescribable blend of gentleness and determination.

"I also promised someone who is very important to me that, apart from protecting myself and exorcising demons, I would not kill innocent people."

"What happened today was my fault. If I sincerely apologize to you two and then let you beat me up to vent your anger, I wonder if this matter can be settled and I can leave?"

Yan Sen: "..."

Chen Duo: "..."

This person's attitude changed so quickly that even Yan Sen couldn't figure it out.

One second he's a deranged serial killer, the next he's a virtuous monk?

Chen Duo said that she had never seen such a person in her entire life.

"Brother Sen..." She turned her head hesitantly, and the primal Gu swirling in the air stopped, surrounding her without attacking.

She could sense that the murderous intent emanating from the man had truly vanished.

Yan Sen did not answer immediately.

He maintained the oppressive power of the golden cage, but his hands stopped moving.

Those cyan-gold eyes were fixed on the man sitting cross-legged in the tree, and countless fragments of information in her mind began to frantically reassemble.

He was bloodthirsty by nature, yet he was also proficient in authentic Buddhist martial arts.

He may seem crazy, but he is actually very self-disciplined and even has an extremely strong tendency to self-restrain.

When murderous intent arises, the eyes turn red, and... the timing of meeting him...

Yan Sen's brows furrowed, as if he had remembered something.

The man on the other side was not in a hurry either; he neither ran away nor urged them on.

He simply closed his eyes, bracing himself against the weight of the golden light emanating from the spleen, and began to silently chant.

"When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he perceived that the five aggregates are all empty, and thus transcended all suffering and distress..."

The voice was deep and peaceful, with a strange rhythm.

That is the Heart Sutra.

Yan Sen listened to the scripture, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

He waved his hand, dispersing the surrounding golden threads and gravity, signaling Chen Duo to withdraw the Gu poison.

"Last year, I traveled to Henan and visited the Shaolin Temple for a while."

Yan Sen suddenly spoke, his tone no longer tense as before, but rather like chatting with an old friend, with a touch of leisurely storytelling.

The man paused slightly while reciting the scriptures, but did not stop.

Yan Sen didn't mind and continued, "I overheard something back then. The current abbot of Shaolin Temple has already cultivated his external martial arts to the Vajra realm, and his Buddhist teachings are unfathomably profound—Master Jiekong..."

Yan Sen stared at the man's face and slowly uttered the second half of the sentence: "Two years ago, his cultivation was completely destroyed, and he became a cripple."

The man's body trembled violently, and the chanting stopped abruptly.

"According to Master Baowen, this matter arose because of one of his junior brothers." Yan Sen narrowed his eyes, his tone becoming meaningful.

"That junior brother has become deeply possessed by demons and has an extremely strong desire to kill. It is said that whenever his desire to kill arises, even his pupils turn blood red. In order to suppress his killing intent, Master Jiekong did not hesitate to sacrifice his own cultivation to dispel his junior brother's demonic nature."

"What are your thoughts on this secret within the Buddhist community?"

"Or should I call you... Master Baojing?"

The air seemed to freeze.

The wind stopped, and the leaves ceased to sway.

The man sitting cross-legged remained silent for a long time.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yan Sen. His eyes no longer held the madness or the compassionate Buddha-like devotion of the past; only a calm and indifferent demeanor remained, a result of having experienced many vicissitudes.

"Wow, you know a lot, buddy..."

The man reached out and gently patted the dust off his clothes. His tone was calm, yet it conveyed a resolute determination to sever ties with the past.

"However, you've mistaken me for someone else."

He slowly stood up, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and performed a standard Buddhist bow to Yan Sen and Chen Duo.

"The person sitting here is not Baojing."

"Just a disgraced disciple expelled from his sect..."

"My name is... Xiao Zizai."