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

"Yan Hong!"

Upon hearing the name uttered by the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Jinzhong's body trembled violently. He gripped the corner of the table tightly with his only remaining hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

That memory, buried for more than half a century, burst forth like a flood, instantly destroying the dam he had built up to calm his mind over the years.

The Jia Shen Rebellion was a bloody period that the entire world of supernatural beings is unwilling to mention again.

Thirty-five outstanding members of prestigious sects formed a sworn brotherhood with the leader of the Quanxing Sect, and the Eight Extraordinary Skills were revealed, attracting a frenzied pursuit and purge from both the righteous and evil factions.

Countless sects lost their lineage, and countless masters perished and their cultivation vanished.

Back then, he was just a young, inexperienced Taoist priest. He was ordered by his master to go down the mountain to find his fellow disciples, including Zhang Huaiyi, who had become one of the Thirty-Six Thieves. However, he was ambushed and surrounded by a group of strange people who coveted the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

That battle was so fierce that the sky darkened.

He fought with all his might to kill several enemies, but he was also seriously injured and exhausted, and was about to die on the spot.

Just when he was powerless to resist, a man dressed in tattered clothes, who looked like a beggar, appeared.

That man was Yan Hong.

He didn't use any earth-shattering magic; he simply drew a few circles on the ground, threw a few stones, and then, strange things happened.

Those originally fierce and menacing strange people seemed to have been collectively possessed and began to kill each other.

Some suddenly went mad and banged their heads against the wall, some grabbed their companions and jumped off the cliff, and some simply stood still, letting their companions' knives slash at them.

Throughout the entire process, Yan Hong didn't even lift a finger. He just leaned lazily against a tree, smoking an unlit pipe, as if watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.

Only after all the enemies were dead did he walk over, pat Tian Jinzhong on the shoulder who was still terrified, grin, and reveal a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Kid, you're pretty tough. Alright, it's nothing now, go home and find your mom."

After saying that, he swaggered away, concealing his merit and fame.

Tian Jinzhong remembered that scene for the rest of his life.

Upon returning to Longhu Mountain, he immediately reported the matter to his master. When the Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing heard about it, he was also shocked and marveled that such a remarkable person and extraordinary skill existed in the world.

They mobilized all the resources of the Celestial Master's Mansion to find this savior named Yan Hong, hoping to thank him in person, but they never received any news.

Yan Hong, and his mysterious abilities, disappeared completely into the sea of ​​people, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

This incident became Tian Jin's biggest regret. He always felt that he owed the person a life, an immense favor that he was unable to repay.

Unexpectedly, more than fifty years later, he met the descendants of his benefactor today!

"You...you all..." Tian Jinzhong's lips trembled. He tried to stand up, but he was too agitated and failed several times. His bloodshot eyes were already misty with tears.

"Child, come here quickly, let your grandfather... let me see you..." His voice was choked with sobs.

Looking at Tian Jinzhong's appearance, Yan Que was filled with mixed emotions. He pulled Yan Sen along and walked forward.

"Senior Tian, ​​please don't get agitated, take care of your health."

"Stop calling me 'senior'!" Tian Jinzhong grabbed Yan Que's hand with surprising strength. "Call me Grandpa! From now on, this child will call me Great-Grandpa!"

His other empty sleeve swayed in the air, his eyes filled with guilt and urgency.

"For so many years, I've been looking for you, always wanting to thank your grandfather in person. How is he... my benefactor? Where does he live? Tell me quickly, I want to go and pay him a visit!"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

Yan Que's smile vanished. He remained silent for a long while before slowly shaking his head, his voice low and deep.

"Uncle Tian, ​​I've never met my grandfather."

Tian Jinzhong's heart sank.

"My dad said that my grandfather went out for a trip, and not long after he returned home... he passed away."

"boom!"

This news struck Tian Jinzhong like a bolt from the blue.

He froze, the color draining from his face at a visible speed, turning deathly pale.

died……

The person who saved him died...

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted from Tian Jinzhong's mouth, splattering the eight-immortal table in front of him red.

The violent Qi within him completely spiraled out of control under such a severe mental shock!

"Jinzhong!"

The old master Zhang Zhiwei's expression changed, and he appeared behind Tian Jinzhong in a flash, pressing his palm against Tian's back. A vast and pure Qi surged in instantly, trying to help him stabilize his rampaging meridians.

But it didn't work!

Tian Jinzhong's inner turmoil had been building for fifty years. Today's devastating news was the final straw that broke the camel's back. His inner demons had taken hold, and external forces could hardly dispel them!

Yan Sen, standing to the side, was also startled by this sudden turn of events.

In his [All Things Connected by Qi] vision, the Qi within Tian Jinzhong's body had transformed into a wildly burning, surging mass of magma. He was like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment!

If this continues, even the Celestial Master won't be able to protect him. His meridians will inevitably be severed, and his lifespan may even be shortened!

No! We can't let him die like this!

This is someone I just recognized as a powerful ally! Although it's thanks to the blessings of his ancestors, he doesn't seem like a bad person!

In a flash, Yan Sen's mind raced.

A mental illness requires a mental cure!

Looking at Tian Jinzhong's face, contorted with pain and regret, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered a boast his father had once made.

"The itinerant geomancer disrespects ghosts and gods, doesn't believe in fate, and only believes in himself. Even if he has to die, he wants to die comfortably and with value!"

Yes! That's it!

Yan Sen rushed forward, disregarding all etiquette, and shouted with all his might at Tian Jinzhong, who was almost unconscious:

"No! Grandpa Tian! Listen to me! My grandfather didn't die saving you!"

This shout, like a morning bell and evening drum, actually refocused Tian Jinzhong's unfocused gaze.

"My great-grandfather... he was already nearing the end of his life! He knew he wouldn't live much longer!" Yan Sen's face turned bright red. He didn't know if what he said was true or false, but at this point, he could only try anything.

"His great-grandfather... his whole life he wanted to do something earth-shattering! Before he died, he was overjoyed to be able to save you, the future high priest of the Celestial Master's Mansion, and to have such a good relationship with Longhu Mountain! My father said that my great-grandfather passed away with a smile on his face! He died peacefully! He said his life was worthwhile!"