Turbid World: Martial Arts Master of the Republic of China Era, I Cultivate Immortality!

night,

The Changning Temple is brightly lit.

Even though it was late at night, Changning Temple was still brightly lit with Taoist priests performing rituals and worshippers.

A young Taoist priest at the entrance of the temple glanced at the red-haired foreign couple who had entered, then turned away with a wicked grin.

"Tsk, that red-haired foreigner brought his wife again, praying for a child. Too bad, if it weren't for the wrong kind of seed, I reckon even the abbot would have had to step in himself. Hey, where did this guy go...?"

The young Taoist looked around curiously, assuming that his companion, who was guarding the gate with him, had gone to the toilet while he was looking at the busty foreign woman.

Little did he know, his companion Xiao Wu was being held at gunpoint in the back in a nearby alley.

"Have mercy, sir! Let's talk this over. I have money on me..."

Feeling as if a gun was pointed at his back, Xiao Wu, dressed in a Taoist robe, looked terrified and quickly begged for mercy.

Snapped--

"Shut up, answer my question!"

Zhao Zheng slapped the other person on the forehead, lowered his voice and said, and only after the other person responded with "yes, yes, yes" did he speak.

"Your abbot is dead. Will you go and avenge him by killing his entire family and friends?"

"No, no... how could that be? How much is my monthly allowance? Besides, the abbot is dead, who am I supposed to avenge him for?"

Xiao Wu immediately denied it, then felt the gun barrel pointing at his back disappear. Startled, he shouted "Hero!" twice, but when no one answered, he turned around shakily.

"That scared me to death..."

Finding the alley empty, Xiao Wu patted his chest, panting with lingering fear. He looked around, preparing to leave the alley, when he felt that familiar sensation and heard a familiar voice again behind him.

"Oh, I forgot to ask another question. How many disciples does your abbot have, and will they seek revenge for him?"

"He only has one disciple. He went out with the abbot tonight. He... no, none of us in the entire temple will avenge the abbot. We're all just trying to make a living..."

Xiao Wu's mind raced, and he quickly spoke up. Then, he felt the sensation of a gun pointed at his back disappear.

He dared not think any further and quickly ran out of the alley to the main gate of Changning Temple, patting his chest with lingering fear.

"What's wrong? Did you run into a ghost? Why are you running so fast!" The Taoist boy who had been guarding the entrance of the Taoist temple asked when he saw Xiao Wu's appearance.

"Don't even mention it, I ran into a madman. He just grabbed me and asked if we would avenge the abbot since he's dead!" Xiao Wu said in a low voice, still shaken and wary of his surroundings.

"How much is that a month's pay?! Revenge, my foot! You're just unlucky to have run into such a lunatic..."

Upon hearing this, the young Taoist spoke softly, and as he spoke, he silently retreated inside the main gate. Xiao Wu, seeing this, quickly followed.

The two huddled together. Just as Xiao Wu was about to speak, he felt a sharp pain in his neck and his vision went black. The other Taoist disciple, looking horrified, instinctively turned his head, then felt a sharp pain in his face and neck, followed by a sudden blackout.

In a daze, he saw a blur flash past his eyes. The blur was none other than Zhao Zheng, who had entered Changning Temple, asked other Changning Temple disciples, knocked out everyone in Changning Temple, and accidentally knocked out Xiao Wu and the other two because he was moving too fast.

"I hope everyone's alright!"

Zhao Zheng prayed for the gatekeeper boy who had deliberately bumped his face into his fist. He didn't stop, but instead headed to Qingsong Temple where Guo Qing was before the three talismans on his legs, which could make him travel 2,400 li a day, were still effective.

A few minutes later,

Qingsong Temple

Side room.

"Revenge? Don't be ridiculous. I've been his apprentice for over a year, and he hasn't taught me any real skills. You still want me to avenge him..."

bang——

"So there are still normal people out there. Looks like I don't need to kill you all..."

Zhao Zheng knocked out the disobedient but understandably disobedient fellow, then looked at the other two Taoist priests he had knocked out on the other beds.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Zheng went forward and woke one of them up. After confirming once again that none of these people would avenge Guo Qing, he knocked the other person unconscious again. After doing this, he left the room.

Following the directions given by that excusable, unfilial fellow, they arrived at Guo Qing's bedroom and began searching again for compensation for his emotional distress.

After a while, Zhao Zheng, satisfied, carried the swords and other weapons he had found, along with his money, and quickly left while the effects of the magic talisman were still active.

He first went back to Zuowang Temple to hide the compensation for mental distress he had found from the two Taoist temples. Then, after thinking for a while, he took a few silver notes and put them in his pocket. While the effect of the Jiama Talisman was still working, he went to Master Qin's Taoist temple.

Not long after.

Zhao Zheng scaled the wall and arrived at Master Qin's Taoist temple, but he neither saw Master Qin nor the three corpses awaiting disposal.

He only saw a middle-aged man in a plain white jacket carrying him on his back, standing in front of the altar and fiddling with things on the table.

Zhao Zheng subconsciously held his breath and quietly reached for the box gun, which was now fully loaded with bullets again. Just as he was about to get his hands on the gun, the middle-aged man suddenly spoke without turning his head.

"Master Qin and the others have escaped, but don't worry too much. I've already sent your senior brother to capture them, and I believe he'll bring them back soon!"

"???"

A series of question marks slowly appeared in Zhao Zheng's mind. When the middle-aged man turned around, even more question marks appeared in his mind.

"Master...Junior Uncle?"

Looking at the other person's face, which bore a striking resemblance to his deceased master, Zhao Zheng said uncertainly, then quickly took two steps back.

"???"

Are you serious about stepping back?

The martial uncle stared blankly at Zhao Zheng, who had taken two steps back after speaking, noticing the wariness in Zhao Zheng's eyes and the way he was looking at Zhao Zheng's neck.

The uncle curled his lip, speechless, and took off a jade pendant carved with Guanyin from his neck and threw it at Zhao Zhengdao.

"Your master also had one of these Guanyin jade pendants. He must have left it to you before he died, right?"

"Disciple Zhao Zheng greets Martial Uncle!"

Zhao Zheng took the jade pendant and glanced at it. He quickly bowed respectfully and said, "I am Zhao Zheng." His uncle looked at Zhao Zheng, whose expression changed faster than a woman's. His lips twitched twice, and then he thought of the name Zhao Zheng and said.

"Your name..."

The martial uncle glanced at Zhao Zheng with an extremely strange expression and continued, "Alright, no need for formalities. I already know everything about your situation. You don't need to worry about that guy surnamed Xu causing you trouble. I talked to him before coming here. But you... aren't you in pain?"

The martial uncle looked at the three talismans on Zhao Zheng's legs with a puzzled expression; these were also known as the Divine Speed ​​Talismans.

He felt that Zhao Zheng's level of cultivation should not be able to withstand three Jiama Talismans. Thinking this, he suddenly waved his hand, and Zhao Zheng's trouser legs rolled up on their own, revealing his legs, which were already red and swollen, with obvious ruptured capillaries under the skin. He was slightly stunned and frowned.

"It's alright."

Zhao Zheng answered, saying that with his talent for enduring pain, he felt almost no pain at all. To be honest, he was starting to worry about his sensitivity.

"……Um."

The uncle nodded, his lips twitching slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Zheng quickly interrupted, asking, "Uncle, actually, it was I who let Master Qin and the others leave!"

"???"

The master's expression froze for a moment, then he realized he had made a blunder and his face turned red. He quickly turned around and began to chant incantations and make hand seals towards the basin of water that was half-filled on the altar table.

"The Three Pure Ones' decree, the Sound Transmitter... Traveling ten thousand miles with the wind, its voice piercing the nine heavens. Using qi as the medium and spirit as the bridge, it enters the ear without disturbing it, carried by the wind, breaking through walls and traversing great distances, swiftly as the decree of the Supreme Lord Laozi!"

After the incantation and hand seal were completed, the water in the basin could no longer rotate on its own, forming a small whirlpool. The uncle looked at Zhao Zhengdao, who had come to his side.

"This is the Daoist technique of transmitting sound over a thousand miles, one of the many methods we cultivators use to contact our fellow cultivators!"

"oh oh!"

I know, this is a Taoist-style video call!

Zhao Zheng, who had heard his deceased master mention this spell, nodded. His uncle hummed in agreement and spoke to the water surface in the basin, where a figure, somewhat indistinct in the moonlight, was gradually appearing to calm down.

"Come back, don't chase after us, it's a misunderstanding!"

"Huh? Master, no way! I've already chased him for over ten miles, and you're saying you won't chase him anymore... Oh, I see, Master, hehe, you must be Zhao Zheng, my eldest grandmaster's disciple..."

"Alright, we'll talk about it when we get back!"

"oh oh……"

"Um."

The master uncle hummed in agreement, made a hand seal, and dispersed the energy. The blurry figure that had appeared in the basin immediately disappeared.

After doing all this, he turned to Zhao Zheng with a very strange expression and said, "Speaking of which, your senior brother and you have a bit of a connection..."

The martial uncle smiled strangely, and Zhao Zheng looked puzzled and confused. The martial uncle said, "Your senior brother's surname is Xiang, and his given name is Yu!"

"His father... shouldn't be named Xiang Shaolong, right?"

"???"