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

The old master's words made Yan Sen's heart pound.

Descending the mountain? Entering the world of martial arts? What's the old man up to?

In the past few years on the mountain, besides bullying Zhang Lingyu, the thing he did most was to keep Tian Jinzhong company.

Tian Jinzhong's courtyard is in a very remote corner of Longhu Mountain, quiet and also very deserted.

When Yan Sen first went there, he felt that something was wrong with the place.

The feng shui of the courtyard is clearly a "tranquil place" that gathers energy, so people living here should be able to eat well and sleep soundly.

But Tian Jinzhong gave him the feeling that he was always on edge, especially at night, and his anxiety and vigilance could be felt from a distance.

Yan Sen used the [All Things Connected by Qi] technique to examine Tian Jinzhong's body, finding it to be like a volcano forcibly sealed. The vast Qi within him, accumulated over many years of cultivation, had become stagnant and agitated due to the emotional knots and injuries left over from the Jia Shen year, and was being forcibly suppressed entirely by meditation and his own willpower.

Tian Jinzhong in this state is like a pressure cooker on a stove; if left unattended for too long, problems will inevitably arise.

Yan Sen's arrival was like an unexpected and effective remedy.

After refining the spleen earth, the thick, steady earth qi in his body naturally soothed the turbulent energy within Tian Jinzhong's body.

Therefore, Yan Sen would go to Tian Jinzhong's place whenever he had free time.

He did nothing else but move a small stool, sit next to Tian Jinzhong, and while circulating the "Shaking Dragon Scripture," he listened to the old man casually recounting old stories.

Tian Jinzhong also liked this clever, sweet-talking little guy, who also had a maturity beyond his years.

He would tell Yan Sen interesting stories about his travels when he was young, tell him various anecdotes about the Celestial Master's Mansion, and even give him some tips on cultivation.

The relationship between the grandfather and grandson has developed to be even closer than that of blood relatives.

After Yan Sen mastered the basics of liver wood refining, he became even more extraordinary.

The liver (wood element) governs growth and healing.

He channeled a wisp of pure wood-element qi into Tian Jinzhong's body. Although it could not eradicate the long-standing heart ailment, it could greatly alleviate his physical pain and nourish his meridians, which had become thin and brittle due to years of mental strain.

Every time Yan Sen used his Wood Qi to regulate his body, Tian Jinzhong felt as if he had become ten years younger, and his whole body felt comfortable.

But there was one question that Yan Sen never understood.

He secretly learned from the young Taoist boy who was taking care of Tian Jinzhong that Old Master Tian had never slept in decades.

It is said that this is the pinnacle of Master Tian's meditation skills, also known as "being so full of spirit that one does not need to sleep". However, Yan Sen still does not quite believe it. How could there be someone in this world who does not need to sleep? That would be so uncomfortable.

"Why isn't Grandpa sleeping?" Yan Sen asked the young Taoist priest, puzzled.

The young Taoist priest shook his head, looking equally puzzled, and joked, "Nobody knows. Surely the Grand Tutor isn't afraid of talking in his sleep, hahaha."

Talking in one's sleep? It's not entirely impossible!

Yan Sen's heart skipped a beat.

But what secrets are hidden in the sleep-talking that could terrify someone like Tian Jinzhong for decades, making him afraid to sleep?

He immediately thought of the "Jiashen Rebellion".

His father said that Master Tian was one of the few people who had access to the core secrets of the Thirty-Six Thieves back then.

He dared not sleep, perhaps truly afraid that in his dreams he would reveal those secrets that would bring trouble to Longhu Mountain!

Thinking of this, Yan Sen felt very uncomfortable.

Every time he looked at Tian Jinzhong's face, which appeared much older than his peers, and at his bloodshot, red eyes filled with exhaustion, he made a decision.

He wanted Grandpa Tian to be able to get a good night's sleep.

That evening, Yan Sen came to Tian Jinzhong's courtyard again.

"Grandpa, I've brought you something good." Yan Sen presented it like a treasure, taking out the "Qi Gathering Bowl" that his father had left him and that he had always treasured.

"Oh? A bowl? What's this good stuff?" Tian Jinzhong looked at the little thing holding a broken bowl in front of him, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"This isn't just any ordinary broken bowl," Yan Sen grinned mischievously.

He told Tian Jinzhong to sit down in the room, and then he took the broken bowl and started fiddling with it.

He first placed the Qi-gathering bowl in an inconspicuous corner under the table in the center of the room.

Then, he took out three large coins from his pocket, tied them with red strings, and hung them on the windowsill, door lintel, and bedside of the room.

Finally, he walked up to Tian Jinzhong and said, "Grandpa, I need to borrow three drops of your blood."

Although Tian Jinzhong didn't know what he was going to do, he still complied and forced out three drops of blood essence, which he then dripped into Yan Sen's palm.

Yan Sen held the three drops of blood, his expression becoming more serious than ever before.

He placed three drops of blood on the rim, center, and bottom of the Qi-gathering bowl, respectively.

After doing all this, he sat cross-legged in front of the Qi-gathering bowl, manipulated the "earth Qi" in the room with both hands, and chanted incantations.

"Containing all things, without a trace of sound or form. Arise!"

With his final low shout, something miraculous happened.

The dark, energy-gathering bowl suddenly rippled with an almost imperceptible ripple at its rim, like an invisible vortex.

The air that had been flowing in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Tian Jinzhong was surprised to find that he could clearly hear his heartbeat and the sound of blood flowing in his veins, but he could not hear the chirping of insects and the sound of wind in the yard outside.

The entire room seemed to have been forcibly "dug" out of this world, turning into a soundproof, enclosed space.

"This...this is..." Tian Jinzhong looked at Yan Sen in surprise.

"Grandpa, this is called the 'Mysterious Sound Concealing Formation'." Yan Sen wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face a little pale, clearly indicating that setting up this formation had taken a toll on him.

"I've used your blood as a catalyst, this Qi-gathering bowl as the array's core, and borrowed the feng shui of Longhu Mountain to temporarily transform your room into an independent space that is 'isolated from the outside.' Within this arrangement, no sound or breath of yours can escape. People outside cannot perceive anything inside either."

Yan Sen looked at Tian Jinzhong and said earnestly, "Grandpa, from now on, you can say whatever you want in your sleep. You can snore as loudly as you want. No one will hear you."

Tian Jinzhong's body jolted violently.

Looking at the twelve-year-old boy in front of him, at his clear and sincere eyes, an indescribable warmth instantly flowed through his body.

For decades, he carried that heavy secret, living like a lost soul, unable to sleep peacefully day and night.

He kept it a secret from his fellow disciples very well. His senior brother, Zhang Zhiwei, may have sensed something, but he still didn't know the specific details.

The master knew his suffering, but he also knew that it was a heart ailment that could not be cured. He simply advised him that the time for spiritual practice was when he was suffering in life.

He himself thought that this was how he would live his life until he died.

But he never expected that this great-grandson whom he had met along the way, this little fellow who had been wandering outside and suffered a lot, would be able to see through the reason behind his "full of energy and unable to sleep," and then use his methods to create a world where he could sleep peacefully.

"Good...good boy..."

Tian Jinzhong's eyes welled up with tears.

He reached out his trembling hand, wanting to touch Yan Sen's head, but found that his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He is too tired.

Decades of torment and tension were released at this moment.

An overwhelming wave of drowsiness washed over him.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at Yan Sen's childish face, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier...

Finally, he closed his eyes and let out his first deep and peaceful snore in decades.

Yan Sen looked at the sleeping Tian Jinzhong and a bright smile appeared on his face.

He stood up quietly, tiptoed to the bedside, brought a quilt, and carefully covered Tian Jinzhong with it.

Then, he moved his small stool over and sat quietly at the doorway outside the house, guarding Tian Jinzhong's hard-won first peaceful sleep in decades.

Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing the old man and the child in its warmth and tranquility.