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

My master isn't dead?

Or has my master turned into a zombie?

As Zhao Zheng listened to the old man's breathing coming from the location of his master's grave, countless thoughts flooded his mind.

He quickly abandoned the idea of ​​his master turning into a zombie. The reason was simple: his master had truly died without breathing.

The "breath" he's talking about isn't the breath of someone who's dying, but the breath in their heart. You see, the most important thing for someone to become a zombie is that breath; without that breath, it's difficult to become a zombie.

His master died so gracefully that Zhao Zheng initially thought his master was playing a trick on him.

After all, this is the Meditation Hall of Forgetfulness!

As he pondered, Zhao Zheng frowned, indirectly recalling the sound of bats knocking on the door. A few seconds later, he stared expressionlessly at a toad lying beside his master's grave.

A toad making the breathing sounds of an old man!

The general scenario is as follows!

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Their eyes met, and the toad continued to vomit, making strange noises like an old man's breathing, which made Zhao Zheng's eyes light up.

He understood where the breathing sound came from, or rather, how the toad was making the breathing sound. It was simple: just feed it ginger slices. It was one of the outdated tricks his master had mentioned.

Toad, also known as toad, is called "Xia Ma" in the Records of the Grand Historian by Lai Kebao in Sichuan and "Gu Zao" in the Huainanzi.

In short, there are many names!

It is believed to have the power to ward off evil spirits and attract wealth, and it can also be used in medicine. Of course, the toad itself is not a very appealing-looking animal.

Zhao Zheng turned and walked to the side, picked up the iron shovel leaning against the corner of the wall, and approached the toad that was being fed ginger slices and was making the breathing sounds of an old man.

As soon as Zhao Zheng took a step, he saw in the toad's eyes the same kind of panic that had appeared in the dog's eyes when he chased it with a stick a few days ago—a glimmer of wisdom.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zheng saw the toad open its mouth wide and spit out a piece of ginger covered in mucus.

Then, with a loud thud, it leaped more than three meters high before landing and jumping towards the east wall of the courtyard.

Are you a toad?

What are you yelling about?!

Zhao Zheng thought to himself, but his eyes flashed with surprise as he looked at the toad that could jump more than three meters high and leap more than ten meters.

Under his innate insight, he noticed faint wisps of emerald green aura surrounding the toad, which surprised him.

"A demon?"

Has this toad become a spirit?

Is this toad going to turn into a monster?

With a swift movement of his feet, Zhao Zheng activated the Golden Light Divine Incantation, causing a dazzling golden light to emanate from his body. His speed increased dramatically, and he quickly arrived in front of the toad, which had not yet jumped up again, raising his iron shovel to smother the toad as it landed.

It's a pity that he was a little slow, and the toad jumped up first, leaping more than three meters high and covering a distance of more than ten meters.

Hey! I can't catch you anymore!!

Seeing that the toad would hop a few more times and leave his Taoist temple, Zhao Zheng threw down the iron paddle and grabbed it with both hands surrounded by golden light.

"Croak—"

Seemingly instinctively, the toad sensed that Zhao Zheng wanted to catch it, and it croaked like a frog once again.

Another leap that gets one step ahead!

This time, Zhao Zheng grabbed the toad's right leg, but when he grabbed the toad's right hind leg with his front foot, he was surprised to find that the toad's leg had broken off.

It wasn't that he was forcibly dragged away; rather, the toad, like a gecko, detached its tail to survive. Zhao Zheng's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "The three-legged golden toad throws down its severed leg and continues its pursuit."

Several tens of seconds later.

Zhao Zheng grabbed the three-legged toad with one hand and climbed over the wall back to the Taoist temple. As soon as he landed, he frowned and looked at the temple gate.

"I can't climb over the wall next time. It's not a good habit... People who know me will know I'm the abbot of this Taoist temple, but people who don't will think I'm a thief climbing over the wall!"

Zhao Zheng mentally grumbled as he entered the main hall and examined the three-legged toad with one leg missing under the lamplight.

"The wound healed quite quickly, but this toad's color doesn't seem much different from a regular toad, except it doesn't croak; instead, it croaks like a frog..."

Zhao Zheng examined the three-legged toad in his hand. Unlike ordinary toads, it wasn't sticky; instead, it was unusually dry, like touching a stone, and felt a bit rough.

He ignored the three-legged toad's feigned death and instead fully activated his innate ability, the Insightful Eye.

"You don't have a demon core... then where does the demonic aura on you come from? And... are you really a three-legged golden toad?"

Looking at the three-legged toad in his right hand, Zhao Zheng muttered to himself. Then he went to the small altar under the large altar where the statue of the Three Pure Ones was located, picked up the Holy Grail with his left hand and began to throw it.

Seeing that all three throws resulted in a "laughing cup," Zhao Zheng thoughtfully slapped the offering table. As the tortoise shell and copper coins flew up, his left hand grabbed the tortoise shell and swept and caught the three copper coins.

With a few clinking sounds, the copper coins flew out of the tortoise shell, spun a few times on the offering table, and fell. Zhao Zheng frowned as the divination he had performed with the coin divination showed that the three-legged toad was not the three-legged toad as it appeared in the divination.

After thinking about it, he understood. This thing hadn't grown into a three-legged toad yet; it was still growing and its bloodline hadn't fully evolved.

Therefore, the hexagram he obtained from his divination using the coin method only showed a three-legged toad, not a three-legged toad.

"That should be it... I've got it!"

Zhao Zheng walked into the bedroom, clutching the three-legged toad that was still pretending to be dead in his right hand, and looked at his reflection in the bronze mirror above the sink.

To be honest, he's fucking handsome!

Zhao Zheng praised himself, adding that he felt only the handsomeness of so-called "big-name readers" could compare to his own.

The thought only lasted a moment, and it didn't stop him from fully activating his innate ability of insight. As the power of his insight was fully activated, Zhao Zheng saw the aura representing wealth within himself.

Zhao Zheng noted down the level of the wealth energy, then turned around and found a sturdy rope to tie the three-legged toad to the ground.

He then used several demon-suppressing talismans to wrap the three-legged golden toad before returning to the bronze mirror and activating his innate insight.

"I knew it!"

Zhao Zheng noticed that the three-legged toad's fortune had diminished slightly due to the demon-suppressing talisman, a loss so slight that he could hardly detect it without looking closely. He then untied the three-legged toad, which had been feigning death, and took it in his hand.

"Not bad, not bad. No wonder my master said I'm blessed with good fortune and have excellent luck..." Zhao Zheng looked at himself with satisfaction as his wealth increased.

He then looked at the three-legged toad in his hand with some confusion. He didn't quite understand why the other person would find the three-legged toad that he had lost when he was a child and use it as a trick to scare him.

To be honest, he doesn't understand!

Although this three-legged toad has not yet fully matured, it is still a treasure.

The other party used a treasure that could improve one's fortune to scare him by feeding him ginger slices. This was too extravagant, and he really couldn't understand it.

Another thing that puzzled him even more was why the other party had the three-legged toad that he had lost when he was a child.

Come to think of it, it was only when he looked closely at the three-legged toad that he realized it was a pet he had lost when he was a child.

But none of that matters. What matters is that he got back the three-legged toad he lost when he was a child, and he should celebrate.

"It's a pity it's too late, otherwise I would definitely go buy some frogs and make a stir-fried frog dish. You know what a frog is, right? It's a big frog, like you, but more handsome than you. Oh well, I doubt you'd understand anyway!"

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself while holding the three-legged toad, which was still pretending to be dead, in his right hand. After that, he found a jar, put the three-legged toad in, affixed a demon-suppressing talisman, and then went to the bedroom.

A dozen minutes later!

Zhao Zheng looked with satisfaction at the three-legged golden toad in his hand, which he had dressed up with a garment made of demon-suppressing talismans and cloth.

After a while,

Inside the main hall.

Zhao Zheng looked at the three-legged toad that he had chained to the legs of the offering table with a thick iron chain and nodded in satisfaction. Then he walked out of the main hall and went to the kitchen to wash his hands several times with the remaining alcohol.

Although it's true that the three-legged toad was his pet that he lost when he was a child, people change, and now he's starting to dislike it a bit.

Just like the three-legged toad no longer recognizing its master due to the passage of time, Zhao Zheng felt it didn't matter; he would make the three-legged toad recognize him as its master again.

After washing his hands, Zhao Zheng stood in front of his master's grave for a while. After thinking for a moment, he climbed over the wall, caught a few frogs, tied them together, and placed them next to his master's grave.

After doing all this, Zhao Zheng took the fly swatter of this era, that is, the foreign swatter, and sat down on the futon to begin his cultivation.

Nothing was said that night, except for the clapping sounds of the foreign paddle being raised and the three-legged golden toad being gradually refined by Zhao Zheng.

The next day,

July 30th, 6:00 AM.

As Zhao Zheng finished chanting the Three Refuges at the end of the morning prayer, the prayer ended, and he opened his eyes to look at the three-legged golden toad hiding under the offering table.

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"It seems my Beast Taming Technique is working quite well!"

Holding the foreign-style racket, Zhao Zheng looked at the three-legged toad, which seemed listless and even hinted at death, and made his own assessment.

He thought that in a few more days, the three-legged toad would recognize him as its master again. After thinking it over, he got up from the prayer mat, picked up his paddle, and turned around. Just as he turned around, his paddle lashed backward.

Snapped--

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"You actually tried to ambush me? Fine, I'll forgive you this time since you were my lost pet when I was a child!"

Zhao Zheng turned back to look at the three-legged toad lying sprawled on its back under the offering table, which he had knocked over with a paddle, and then left the main hall with the paddle in hand.

After rinsing the racket with water and hanging it on a nail on the kitchen wall to dry, Zhao Zheng went to the kitchen to start making breakfast.

As for washing up, he had already finished at four in the morning, before the start of his morning lessons. He then heated up the leftover vegetables and steamed buns from last night in a pot. Zhao Zheng glanced at the still-alive rooster and thought to himself that he would draw the talisman today.

He then took some time to visit his master's grave.

"Alright, looks like I was overthinking it..."

Zhao Zheng looked at the frogs beside the grave, which no longer struggled like the three-legged toad with its faint, imperceptible emerald-green aura, and squatted down to untie the ropes binding them.

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Zhao Zheng silently looked at the frogs on the ground that hadn't immediately fled but were still alive. After thinking for a moment, he chanted "May the Heavenly Venerable grant me boundless blessings" and used a broom to sweep the frogs through the back door of the Taoist temple, letting them return to the embrace of nature.

Back at the Taoist temple, Zhao Zheng washed his hands again. Just as he was thinking about eating the food from last night, a knocking sound and a male voice came from the direction of the temple gate.

"Is Zhao Zheng here? I am Police Officer Qian Mu!"

Has my secret been exposed?

Zhao Zheng frowned and reached for the pistol on his back!