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

The Boeing 737’s massive landing gear scraped against the runway, creating a shudder and a roar, followed by the strong push-back feeling from inertia subsiding.

A sweet voice came over the cabin loudspeaker, announcing the destination of this flight—Yanji.

Yan Sen took a deep breath; the air still seemed to be filled with the unique chill and grandeur of the Changbai Mountain summit.

The highly skilled ground-manipulation expert Yan Sen returned to his loyal Northeast (smug face).

The trio followed the flow of people out of the passage. As he walked, Xu Si took out his phone to contact the person who was supposed to pick them up.

Yan Sen followed behind, but his gaze kept drifting unconsciously towards Feng Baobao beside him.

This girl still looked listless, carrying that huge hiking backpack that looked completely out of place, her dead fish eyes staring at the cracks in the floor tiles, I don't know what she was counting.

Yan Sen smacked his lips, the scene at the Tianjin Airport security checkpoint still lingering in his mind.

When the security officer asked Feng Baobao to open the backpack, Yan Sen swore he clearly saw the young man's expression change from professional indifference to confusion, and then to fear.

Pipe wrench, kitchen knife, entrenching tool, rope...

In other words, Xu Si used his connections to find the airport leadership and get them to give him the green light. He also explained to the security personnel who rushed over that it was a "special operation tool." Otherwise, the three of them would probably be eating boxed lunches at the airport police station right now, instead of in Yanji.

Feng Baobao, who was squatting by the roadside tying her shoelaces, keenly noticed Yan Sen's gaze.

No one knows how she interpreted Yan Sen's eyes, which were full of sarcastic intent, but in any case, she suddenly reached out and gave Yan Sen a thumbs up.

Yan Sen: "(¬д¬。)"

Feng Baobao: "ᕕ(o_o)ᕗ"

When Xu Si returned after making the call, he turned around and saw the two people, one squatting and the other standing, exchanging meaningless glances.

Xu Si: "(｀･д･′)?"

"Wait, what are you two staring at each other for?" Xu Si put his phone back in his pocket, looking completely bewildered. "Let's go, let's stop admiring each other here. Our people are already in the parking lot."

Although he couldn't understand the two people's thought process, Xu Si still dutifully pulled Feng Baobao up, called out to Yan Sen, and the three of them strode towards the parking lot, ignoring the curious gazes of several passengers around them.

Just outside the terminal, a silver Mercedes-Benz E-Class sedan honked its horn twice in a very flamboyant manner, its headlights flashing, making it stand out conspicuously among the taxis and private cars.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of a handsome Western man who looked like he had stepped out of a Hollywood movie.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, high nose bridge, and deep-set eyes.

However, the moment this handsome guy opened his mouth, the whole scene shattered.

"Hey guys!"

The blond, handsome man rested his arm on the car window, his face radiating the warmth typical of Northeasterners. His booming voice made everyone's eardrums ring: "Is that Brother Yan, and Mr. Xu Si and Ms. Feng from the company? Oh my god, we've been waiting for you!"

Yan Sen stumbled and almost lost his balance.

That accent is so authentic it almost brings tears to my eyes. There's not a hint of incongruity; that strong Northeastern accent makes him sound even more like a local than the locals themselves.

"You're... John?"

Xu Si was also stunned. He looked the foreigner up and down, his eyes full of suspicion.

After all, when he heard that fluent Mandarin with an accent on the phone, he thought the person on the other end was a local with a foreign name. Who would have thought that he was a real foreigner?

"Oh my god, what's wrong? You still don't believe me?"

John, seeing their expressions, roughly guessed what they were thinking. In his anxiety, his accent became even more pronounced, bursting forth with a Shenyang slang: "I am John! What, don't we look alike? Grandma specifically asked me to pick you up. If you don't believe me, I'll call her right now! This whole thing is ridiculous!"

Tsk, still a Shenyang John.

Yan Sen suppressed a laugh and waved his hand, "No need, no need, Brother John. It's just that your Chinese is so good that it's confusing us. We're just used to being on guard, don't take it to heart."

"Hey! That's no big deal!"

John laughed heartily and gestured for them to get in the car. "I understand, my appearance does make it easy for people to misunderstand. Actually, Grandma originally arranged for Smith, oh, you know, Deng Youfu, to pick you up. But last night, when Grandpa Liu was having dinner, he couldn't hold back and, in his excitement, ate over four pounds of baijiu!"

Xu Si had just opened the passenger door when he heard this, and his hand trembled so much that he almost pulled the door handle off.

"How much? Four jin?" Xu Si's eyes widened.

"Of course!" John said, gesturing animatedly as he started the car. "You wouldn't believe it, Uncle Liu has an incredible capacity for alcohol. Once he's in a good mood, you can't stop him. In the end, he got Youfu into trouble. Youfu is still lying on the kang (heated brick bed) now, his face as red as a monkey's bottom. I'm afraid he'll get alcohol poisoning. He doesn't even need to blow into the breathalyzer at the traffic police station; it'll beep as soon as it's placed next to his mouth! And look, he's passed out on me."

Yan Sen sat in the back row, his lips twitching as he listened.

He could roughly picture the scene: the aloof old man Liu Kunsheng, using Deng Youfu's body, drank and chatted with others, drinking with great gusto, until the immortal departed, leaving Deng Youfu to carry the body in a drunken stupor.

Being a horse-riding disciple is truly a high-risk profession.

"Then, who will lead us to Changbai Mountain? Is Deng Youfu still capable?" Xu Si asked with some concern as he fastened his seatbelt.

Deng Youfu was the key guide on this trip to Changbai Mountain to find that "civil official" immortal.

"No problem!" John slammed on the gas, and the Mercedes shot off like an arrow. He weaved in and out of traffic, his words flowing faster than the wheels. "His brother is talented and can drive too. That talented kid might be a bit reckless, but he knows the way. If all else fails, I can take you there! Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm a legitimate brother! I have a powerful spirit on me, don't worry!"

Yan Sen leaned back in the back seat, not completely relaxed.

His left hand was in his pocket, his index finger tapping lightly on the seam of his trousers.

【All things are connected by Qi】, open.

A flash of cyan-gold light disappeared deep within his pupils. In his vision, John, who was driving, was indeed enveloped in a faint aura of qi. The qi wasn't strong, but it was pure, carrying a lightness and agility similar to that of a bird. It seemed the foreigner hadn't lied; he was indeed a person with a lineage of extraordinary abilities.

But these days, you can't be too careful.

Yan Sen took out his phone, typed a line of text in the blind, and sent it to Feng Baobao next to him.

Yan Sen: [How is it, Baby Sister?]

A few seconds later, the phone vibrated.

Feng Baobao: [It's nothing, it's the truth. His aura is similar to Glasses'.]

Glasses?

Yan Sen was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was the nickname Bao Bao had given Gao Lian.

Is his Qi similar to Gao Lian's? That means John also follows the path of shamanism, and his spiritual aura is righteous, without any evil.

With the baby's "intuitive confirmation," Yan Sen finally felt completely at ease. He put away his phone, shifted into a comfortable position, and slumped back in the seat, listening to the back-and-forth banter between Xu Si and John in the front.

"John, where did you learn your Mandarin? It's way too 'standard'!"

"Absolutely! I graduated from Shenyang Conservatory of Music, and later studied at a folk opera theater for two years. My foundation has to be solid!"

"Wow! An artist? My apologies!"

"That's right, I'll put together a short New Year's greeting for you guys when I have time!"

Yanji is a small place, and John was driving very fast. Before long, the car turned into a relatively quiet street and finally stopped in front of a quaint courtyard.

John didn't stop talking until the car was turned off, still feeling quite animated. Xu Si had managed to chatter himself dry and even foam at the mouth during that short ten-minute drive.

This foreigner's fighting ability is terrifying.

"We've arrived, everyone. Please get off the bus."

John got out of the car and pointed to the yard in front of him.

What came into view was not the grand, heavily guarded "Ten Elders' Mansion" that Yan Sen had imagined.

On the contrary, it is a large courtyard full of lively atmosphere.

Red brick walls, black tile roof, and a wooden sign hanging at the entrance of the courtyard with the three large characters "Jingxintang" written on it. People come and go in an endless stream, including women carrying children and middle-aged people helping the elderly. They all look hurried and carry red cloth bags or incense and candles in their hands.

The courtyard was even more noisy, a mixture of the smell of incense and people's whispers, a vivid picture of all kinds of life.

"These are all people who come to the temple to seek 'healing' or to ask for favors."

Seeing the surprise on their faces, John smiled and explained, "The old lady is kind-hearted. For decades, she has been running her shrine, helping the people in the area. Some are ailments that are not real, and she helps them as long as she can. That's why she has a very high reputation in this area."

Yan Sen nodded, a hint of respect flashing in his eyes.

Possessing extraordinary skills yet not arrogant, they instead immerse themselves in the lives of ordinary people, helping them solve their problems. This is what is meant by "great seclusion in the city," and this is the true path of a spiritual practitioner.

"We won't go through the main entrance; there are too many people, and we won't be able to squeeze in. Follow me, we'll go this way."

John led the three around the crowded main gate to a side gate on the side of the courtyard. He took out his key, opened the door, and gestured for them to enter.

Several people filed in.

Stepping into the inner courtyard, the noise subsided slightly.

In the center of the courtyard, under an old locust tree, sat a grand armchair. A short, plump old woman was sitting in the chair. She was wearing a royal blue jacket with a front opening, holding a string of walnuts in her hand, and had a kind smile on her face.

In front of her, a simply dressed woman was holding a child who looked to be only three or four years old, and was expressing her gratitude profusely.

"Thank you, grandma! Thank you, grandma!"

The woman's eyes were red-rimmed, and she was so excited that she was incoherent. "You are truly a living Bodhisattva! What would have happened to my little Shitou's illness if it weren't for you! The hospital said they couldn't do anything, but you cured him right away! And you didn't even charge me... I... I can only kowtow to you!"

As she spoke, the woman was about to put the child down when her knees buckled and she was about to kneel on the ground.

Sitting in the armchair, Guan Shihua was quick-witted and agile. Although she looked old, she was very nimble. She leaned forward slightly, and an invisible force supported the woman's knees, preventing her from kneeling down.

"Oh my god, this girl, please don't do this!"

Guan Shihua waved her hand, her tone exactly the same as John's earlier, radiating the warmth characteristic of an old woman from Northeast China. "It's a new society now, we don't do that anymore! As long as the child is alright, that's enough. The child is lucky, it's fate that brought us together. I definitely won't accept the money. If you really want to repay me, go back and educate your child well, tell him to do more good deeds and accumulate more virtue in the future, that will be enough to honor this old man!"

The woman thanked him profusely again before leaving with her child, turning back to look at him every few steps.

After seeing the mother and child off, Guan Shihua turned her head and looked at Yan Sen and the others standing at the side gate.

Her originally kind and gentle expression, like that of a kind old lady next door, underwent a very subtle change the moment her gaze fell upon the group.

Although the smile remained, two sharp beams of light suddenly shot out from those slightly cloudy eyes, as if they could see through the flesh and bones of the three people in an instant, reaching straight to their souls.

At that moment, Yan Sen felt as if he were being watched by a ferocious beast lurking in the deep mountains, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

This is the true value of Guan Shihua, one of the Ten Elders and the leader of the Ma Family Fairy in Northeast China.

"You're here?"

Guan Shihua concealed the glint in her eyes and reverted to her usual smiling demeanor. She waved to the group and patted the empty stool beside her.

"Come on, come on, sit here. You must be Xu Xiang's fourth son, right? Wow, you've grown so much!"

Her gaze lingered on Yan Sen and Feng Baobao for a moment, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"And the Yan family's son and this little girl."

"Come here, let Grandma take a good look at you."