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

"Oh, it's those two. I was wondering why they had to fight over who would be the first to offer incense. But why are these two Master Shi still fighting? It's been so many years, and they still haven't decided who's the winner..."

"When has it not ended in a decisive battle? I think these two Master Shi are just used to fighting. Now, even their daughters are starting to fight..."

The onlookers discussed the incense-offering incident one after another, and some insiders began to explain the reasons for the fight between the two Miss Shis.

The reason for their rivalry stemmed from their fathers, specifically the fathers of the two Miss Shis. Both fathers had worked as weavers in their youth, and the two had a rivalry once.

And then things got out of control after that!

The words of the people made Zhao Zheng, who had just entered the Taoist temple, stop and look at the two Miss Shis vying to be the first to offer incense.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Zhao Zheng suddenly stop, Daoist Tianyi beside him asked, "Nothing, I was just wondering when those people would arrive... to add to the good fortune!"

Okay, he admits, he lied.

He's looking for that guy...

"It should be soon!"

Master Tianyi smiled, but his smile carried a hint of disdain and helplessness. The reason, of course, was that he understood why these people had come—it was simply because Zhao Zheng had won, and because he had also won.

Xiang Yu, who had also entered the Taoist temple, paid no attention to the conversation between the two. He was merely glancing at Shi Lianlian and Shi Lianlian, who were arguing in front of the incense burner because they had successfully offered the first incense, and muttered speechlessly, "What's the point of arguing about the first incense? My junior brother already offered the first incense..."

Xiang Yu's voice wasn't loud, but because of the distance, it stopped Shi Lianlian and Shi Bingbing, who were arguing about "it was clearly my incense that was put into the incense burner first."

The two women turned around and looked at Xiang Yu. Xiang Yu subconsciously looked at Zhao Zheng, who noticed the two women and glanced down at his chest before looking back at Xiang Yu.

For your father's sake, I'll let it go this time!

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, glanced at Shi Lianlian and the other woman who were looking at him because of the servant's reminder, stepped forward, and walked towards the locked main hall door to take out his concealed words.

"Offering incense is all about sincerity."

Zhao Zheng spoke first, and Shi Bingbing, looking at his handsome face, smiled gently and said, "What the Daoist Master said is correct!"

"The Taoist priest is right!"

Shi Lianlian followed up with a sentence, and as soon as she finished speaking, the two women exchanged glances again. Zhao Zheng didn't pay attention to the rest, but simply opened the main hall door and began to deal with the worshippers.

The number of worshippers coming to offer incense was unexpectedly large, so much so that in just a short period of time, the number of worshippers coming to offer incense was more than in the previous month.

Zhao Zheng couldn't help but miss the peaceful days of the past, but Xiang Yu didn't think too much about it. At this moment, he was happily handing out incense to the people who called him Taoist priest.

Xiang Yu's cheerful attitude left Daoist Tianyi speechless, but he still hurriedly went to maintain order during the incense offering.

After all, there are too many worshippers coming to offer incense.

In just a short while, the Zuowang Temple, which used to be rarely visited by pilgrims, was now packed with people.

In no time, the donation box, which was almost moldy, began to shine faintly from being touched by the donations of the worshippers.

Seeing this, Zhao Zheng felt that someone might not have washed their hands after eating, so he frowned and found a towel to wipe the donation box.

"Master Zhao, why don't you even have a divination stick container here?" It was Shi Lianlian who spoke after she had just finished offering incense to the Three Pure Ones.

"Did you forget to set out the fortune-telling container?"

Shi Bingbing, who had just finished offering incense to the Three Pure Ones, also came to Zhao Zheng's side and asked a question. Compared to Shi Lianlian's forthrightness, Shi Bingbing, who had a delicate and refined appearance, spoke much more gently.

"I haven't learned how to interpret the divination slips yet. I'll set them up when I've learned..." Zhao Zheng said succinctly and expressionlessly, but as he spoke, he silently took a step back to distance himself from the two women.

Still haven't learned it? ×2

The two women were taken aback. Shi Lianlian smiled as she looked at the worshippers offering incense, and looked at Zhao Zheng with admiration in her eyes, saying, "Master Zhao is indeed different from the masters of other Taoist temples."

"Yes, the Taoist priests from other temples don't care whether they can interpret the divination slips or not..." Shi Bingbing said gently, a look of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

"Isn't today the weekend?"

Choosing to end the conversation, Zhao Zheng asked curiously. He didn't mean anything by it, but the two girls didn't need to go to school.

"Oh no, time is almost up..."

Upon hearing this, the two women's expressions changed. Zhao Zheng watched expressionlessly as the two women hurriedly left the Taoist temple with their respective servants.

There's not much to say next; it's simply a matter of maintaining order during incense offering and guiding worshippers to do so in an orderly manner.

Fortunately, the overcrowding did not last long; within half an hour, the number of worshippers had decreased by more than half.

However, although the number of worshippers has decreased by more than half, the generosity of the new worshippers has increased by more than half.

Yes, the wealthy pilgrims have arrived!

Among them were some worshippers who had never appeared since Master Zhao Zheng died. Zhao Zheng did not make any sarcastic remarks, but instead received these worshippers with an unchanged attitude, which triggered several feng shui consultation tasks.

Although Zhao Zheng didn't know much about feng shui, his uncle did. With his uncle's signal, he accepted the task and began to finalize the time with these people.

Time flies,

Before we knew it, it was almost noon.

The number of worshippers has finally decreased, but even so, there are still only four or five worshippers offering incense at the Taoist temple.

And those people, or rather, the abbots of the Taoist temples in Anping County, also came, using the excuse of worshipping Master Zhao Zheng.

"You stay here and watch..."

Somewhat worried that Zhao Zheng wouldn't be able to handle the situation, Master Tianyi said something to Xiang Yu, then quickly walked out of the main hall and into the courtyard.

Then, he saw Zhao Zheng, who was handling things with ease. It couldn't be said that Zhao Zheng's speech was without any flaws, but he seemed to be... a little stronger than him. This made Daoist Tianyi hesitate for a moment before stepping forward.

"Alas, thank you all for your concern, my fellow disciples. I am fine. It's just that my master often mentioned you all when he passed away. It's a pity that I've been too busy to visit you all. Please don't blame me!" Zhao Zheng said with a face full of guilt, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

"How could this be? How could this be? You shouldn't blame us for not paying our respects to your master in time..."

"Yeah, yeah, Zheng, you shouldn't be angry with us. Why would we be angry with you..."

"That's right, sigh, you've really suffered these past few days, Zheng. If you ever need anything in the future, just come to your uncle..."

Everyone spoke up, their eyes secretly sizing up Master Tianyi, who seemed to have seriously injured Abbot Xu with a single palm strike.

In just a few words, the topic shifted to Daoist Tianyi. Upon learning that Daoist Tianyi was a disciple of the Maoshan main altar, these people secretly thought to themselves that they were glad they hadn't come for nothing.

Zhao Zheng looked at his uncles, whose attitudes had become even more enthusiastic, with the same expression on his face. After chatting with them for a while, he repeatedly declined their gifts, but reluctantly accepted them before seeing them off from the Taoist temple.

"Humans..."

Zhao Zheng, who had escorted these people to the entrance of the Taoist temple, sighed with regret. After he finished sighing, he noticed that Taoist Master Tianyi was watching him.

"Uncle-Master, what's wrong?"

"fine……"

Master Tianyi looked at Zhao Zheng, who spoke to people in a way that was both human and ghostly, with a strange expression, and couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry?"

"That's because they didn't help you when you needed it, and they didn't show up when you didn't need it!"

Master Tianyi spoke up, and Zhao Zheng looked at him strangely, asking, "Why would they help me when they have no relation to me?"

"You...you see things very clearly!"

Master Tianyi looked at him with surprise. He said this because he had seen similar scenes before, but his junior disciple did not see things as clearly as Zhao Zheng.

Let alone Zhao Zheng talking to these people about their nonsense, which he finds annoying, they simply ignore them.

"Not transparent..."

Zhao Zheng paused, thought for a moment, and continued, "But I think that apart from family members, no one in this world will be kind to you for no reason. If someone suddenly becomes kind to you, then I think you should think carefully about what they want from you. Is it money or sex...?"

"Are you really eighteen?"

"no……"

"Um?"

"I am eighteen years and one month old..."

"..."

Master Tianyi rolled his eyes in exasperation, too lazy to look at Zhao Zheng any longer, and went into the Taoist temple to greet the worshippers who came to offer incense.

Zhao Zheng did not enter the Taoist temple. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and looked at a carriage approaching from not far away. It was a Western-style carriage made of mahogany, wrapped with silver thread and vine patterns, and with stained glass windows on both sides of the carriage.

This carriage was half a head larger than an ordinary carriage, and it was led by three magnificent white horses with small copper bells hanging around their necks.

As the carriage arrived and stopped, a teasing laugh came from the open carriage door of a young man in a suit who looked no younger than Zhao Zheng.

"Hey, why are there so many worshippers at your Taoist temple? Brother, you didn't know I was coming and hired them on purpose, did you?"

"Come closer, I didn't hear you!"

Seeing his younger brother Zhao Cheng's words, Zhao Zheng smiled and spoke up. Zhao Cheng smiled and stepped forward, saying, "I was wondering if these people were you, big brother..."

bang——

"what!"

A scream came from Zhao Cheng's mouth as he fell to the ground after Zhao Zheng kicked him in the stomach.

"Alright, I'm done. You've achieved your goal. Go back and complain to the old man." Zhao Zheng said with a smile.

"Young Master, what do you mean by this? Second Master came to see you because he cares about you..." The servant who was driving the carriage quickly helped Zhao Cheng up.

"Are you talking to me?"

Zhao Zheng smiled as he looked at the servant. The servant instinctively tried to speak, but all he got in return was a rapidly enlarging hand.

Snapped--

A crisp slap was followed by a scream. Zhao Zheng disgustedly took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and turned around without even looking at Zhao Cheng and the servants who were screaming and covering their faces on the ground.

"That's a really low-level tactic. Next time you come to see me, remember to ask your mother, oh, I mean my second aunt, before you come over."

"you……"

Zhao Cheng opened his mouth with his fists clenched, but upon seeing the people around him, he angrily got into the carriage and told the driver to leave.