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

Back at the gas station, the father and son did not rest immediately.

Yan Sen used the [All Things Connect Qi] to find a suitable burial site nearby. Old Man Yan was in charge of digging the pit. Although there was no coffin, it was enough to give the deceased young supernatural being a proper burial.

After burying the body and returning to the gas station, Yan Que first walked around the dilapidated temple, then took out several pebbles stained with the blood of the golden centipede from his cloth bag and placed them on the ground around the gas station in specific locations.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Yan Sen asked curiously.

"Set up a 'Concealing Qi Array'," Yan Que explained, patting the dirt off his hands.

"Although that guy surnamed Jin is dead, he still has a strong odor. If that grandson of yours who uses the compass catches up and smells it, he'll know we're involved in this, and that will cause trouble. I'll use Jin's blood energy to set up an array that can temporarily disrupt the energy here. Even if that grandson walks to the door, he'll only think that some strange people who just passed by have fought here, and he won't think much of it."

Yan Sen was filled with admiration for his father's "recycling".

This is truly a masterful use of the word "borrowing momentum," even taking advantage of the enemy's corpse.

Only after doing all this did Yan Que finally relax.

He rebuilt a fire and put the chicken that was left over from yesterday, which he hadn't had time to eat, on the fire.

Neither father nor son spoke; they simply watched the flames lick the chicken skin and listened to the sizzling sound of the dripping oil.

After a long while, Yan Que spoke, seemingly to himself, yet also to Yan Sen, "Son, are you scared?"

Yan Sen, who was deep in thought, paused for a moment upon hearing this: "What are you afraid of?"

"Murder." Yan Que uttered the two words, staring intently at him.

Yan Sen fell silent.

Afraid?

It is false to say that I am not afraid.

When he saw the Golden Centipede's corpse dissolve into a pool of black water under the chemical agents, his stomach churned and he almost vomited.

The combined olfactory and visual impact is far more real and shocking than any gory scene in a movie.

But in his heart, there was more of a strange calm, and even a hint of...excitement.

He was somewhat fascinated by the thrill of manipulating a powerful enemy and ultimately causing him to die in an extremely frustrating way.

"It's a bit... disgusting." Yan Sen thought for a long time before choosing a compromise word.

"But he doesn't seem that scared. I think... he deserves to die."

"Yes, he deserves to die." Yan Que nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "Remember this feeling. We don't provoke trouble, but when trouble comes, we're absolutely not afraid of it. Being merciful to those who want to kill us is being cruel to ourselves. Those who roam the martial world cannot tolerate a bodhisattva's heart."

He tore off a piece of the roasted chicken leg and handed it to Yan Sen: "Eat up, and then get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, we'll officially step into the real world of supernatural beings."

Yan Sen took the chicken leg and silently ate it.

He knew that from this day forward, his life and his perspective on the world would be completely different.

……

The next morning, before dawn, the father and son set off.

Instead of taking the main road, they followed a side road next to the national highway eastward.

The several thousand yuan that Yan Que "seized" from the Golden Centipede finally freed them from their predicament of walking. In a small town by the roadside, they caught a bus bound for the train station.

Then, in Huahuai, I boarded a green train bound for Xingcheng.

This was the first time Yan Sen had ridden in such a "high-class" mode of transportation since he transmigrated.

He lay curiously on the narrow bunk, watching the scenery rushing past the window. Everything felt so new and exciting, after all, in his previous life, he hadn't even been born at this time.

The carriage was filled with the mingled smells of sweat, instant noodles, and cheap cigarettes, noisy and bustling, brimming with the atmosphere of everyday life. It was a world apart from the days they had spent sleeping in the open and fleeing for their lives in the deep mountains and forests.

Yan Sen even had the illusion that he had traveled back to that peaceful world without supernatural beings.

But Yan Que's caution quickly brought him back to reality.

After getting into the car, Yan Que found the most inconspicuous corner and drew the curtains tightly shut. He had Yan Sen lie down on the inside while he sat on the outside, seemingly resting with his eyes closed. But Yan Sen could feel that every muscle in his father's body was in a state of readiness to explode at any moment.

He wrapped the "Blood Embryo Locking Spirit Jade" in layers of oilcloth and hid it at the very bottom of his backpack, mixed in with a pile of tattered clothes.

"Dad, is this... really going to work?" Yan Sen asked softly. "Won't that guy with the compass also chase after us by train or car?"

"He won't," Yan Que said calmly without even opening his eyes. "That kind of person, who is confident in his abilities and has the 'tracking device,' will think we are fish in a net, and no matter how much we jump, we can't escape his grasp. He prefers to enjoy the cat-and-mouse game, so he will use the most 'traditional' method, following the energy flow step by step to catch up with us."

"Then wouldn't that be a perfect opportunity for us to shake him off?"

"We can't shake him off." Yan Que shook his head. "As long as we still have that jade, he'll find us sooner or later. We're only in this car now to save time. We need to sell it before he catches up to Longhu Mountain. Once it's in someone else's hands, he'll be chasing the next person. We're diverting the trouble to someone else."

Yan Sen understood; his father was playing a gamble based on timing.

They're betting they can find a suitable "sucker" to take over the trouble before they get caught.

In the time that followed, Yan Sen spent most of his time circulating his internal energy to replenish the physical and mental strength he had previously expended.

Now that he knows the wonders of the "Shaking Dragon Scripture," he secretly holds the jade whenever he has free time, absorbing the pure evil energy within and then using his cultivation techniques to transform it into his own innate Qi.

Although he could only absorb a tiny bit each time, little by little, he could clearly feel that the Qi in his body was much more condensed and abundant than before.

He was somewhat addicted to the feeling of his strength growing rapidly.

The next day, the father and son finally entered Jiangxi Province.

The scenery outside the train window changed to rolling hills. The air was humid and warm, and the mountains were often shrouded in mist, creating a fairyland-like scene.

As the train pulled into Yingtan City Station, Yan Que patted Yan Sen on the shoulder.

"Son, wake up, we've arrived at our stop."

Yan Sen rubbed his eyes, sat up, and got out of the car with his father.

A waft of air, a mixture of incense and the fresh scent of herbs, wafted over, instantly invigorating Yan Sen.

Yingtan City is the prefecture-level city where Longhu Mountain is located.

"Shall we go up the mountain now?" Yan Sen asked, looking at the distant, misty mountain range. He was quite excited.

"Go up the mountain my ass." Yan Que rolled his eyes at him. "We're here to dispose of stolen goods, not to worship gods. Let's find a place to stay first, then we'll go scout out the property."

Yan Que was clearly not a stranger here. He led Yan Sen with practiced ease, venturing into an old part of the city.

There are no tall buildings around here, only old houses. In the narrow alleys, you can see stalls selling incense, candles, and talismans everywhere, and the air is filled with the scent of sandalwood.

Yan Que found a small, unassuming hotel to stay in.

After settling in, he took out a worn-out baseball cap from his bag and put it on, then took a gray cloth headscarf and wrapped Yan Sen's head tightly.

"From now on, speak less, observe more, and listen more. There are many people here, and there might be some like-minded people among them. Don't let anyone see through our secrets," Yan Que solemnly instructed.

Yan Sen nodded solemnly.

The father and son disguised themselves as ordinary pilgrims visiting Longhu Mountain and blended into the crowded throng.

Instead of going to the main gate of Longhu Mountain, they went around to an area behind the mountain.

There's a large, spontaneously formed market here, selling everything imaginable. From ordinary tourist souvenirs to so-called "blessed ritual implements," there are even some stalls displaying rusty bronzes and earthenware jars of indeterminate age.

Yan Que told Yan Sen that this was the largest black market for supernatural beings near Longhu Mountain, also known as the Ghost Market.

Of course, most of the vendors here are scammers, selling counterfeit goods. But occasionally you can find genuine treasures, or... find a way to sell stolen goods.

Yan Que pulled Yan Sen along and stopped in front of what looked like the most inconspicuous street stall.

The stall owner, a one-eyed man, was dozing off in a chair. His stall displayed a few junk items: a chipped bowl, a pair of scissors with a broken handle, and half a broken tombstone.

Yan Que squatted down, picked up the chipped, broken bowl, and pretended to examine it for a long time before speaking to the one-eyed man in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft:

"Penuckles, decode?"

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "chutou" (杵头).

This is the incision.

In tomb raiding slang, "chutou" refers to the person in a tomb raiding gang responsible for handling the remaining goods, which can be interpreted as selling or disposing of stolen goods.

The one-eyed man, who had been dozing off, twitched his ears, slowly opened his good eye, and sat up straight. He didn't answer Yan Que's question, but instead stretched out a hand and made a strange gesture towards Yan Sen.

He clenched his fists, extended his little fingers outwards first, then joined his index fingers together, and arched them forward.

Yan Sen understood.

This gesture means:

"Yuanliang (a respectful term for tomb raiders and grave robbers), where do you share the spoils of the bandit gang (fellow thieves, where do you make your fortune)?"

This is called "pandao".

If they can't answer the questions or answer them incorrectly, then their trip today has been in vain.