Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

"Master Mao, thank you," Feng Zhenguo asked weakly, but still managed to get up and ask.

Upon hearing this, the other team members were also very grateful to Mao Xiaofang and stepped forward to express their thanks.

"To eliminate demons and protect the righteous path is the duty of all members of our Taoist sect."

Mao Xiaofang brought over a cup of tea and helped Feng Zhenguo drink it.

Feng Zhenguo shook his head weakly and looked at Mao Xiaofang: "Master Mao, I heard everything you just said."

"Tomorrow morning, I will send someone to contact each squad so that we can attack Gantian Town together again to deal with the Japanese cult."

"Thank you," Mao Xiaofang said.

Upon hearing the two discuss attacking Gantian Town again, Chu Sheng couldn't help but subtly remind them:

"Those two... as far as I know, the Japanese are outwardly strong but inwardly weak, and they will surrender in at most another month."

"Actually, there is no need for us to attack Gantian Town at this time and make unnecessary sacrifices."

Feng Zhenguo frowned as he looked at Chu Sheng, noticing his strange attire, and asked, "And who is this young man?"

"Captain..." At this moment, Xiaodouzi heard the news that Feng Zhenguo had woken up and rushed in.

After exchanging a few words of concern, I introduced Chu Sheng's background to him:

"The day before yesterday, Sister Susu was seriously injured, and it was Chusheng who saved her."

"He's our team's savior, and it was Brother Chu Sheng who brought you the rice that cured your glutinous rice."

After hearing Xiaodouzi's explanation, Feng Zhenguo's previously wary expression softened considerably, and he said gratefully:

"Thank you very much, young man."

After Chu Sheng exchanged a few polite words, he changed the subject and said in a deep voice:

"You're saying the Japanese devils will surrender in a month?"

Chu Sheng nodded. "One month, definitely no later than August 15th."

Everyone was delighted upon hearing this.

Feng Zhenguo pondered for a moment, then his tone softened:

"Recently, we have also felt that the Japanese army's fighting strength is not as good as before. They have stopped expanding and are just sticking to their positions in the county town."

"It seems they really can't fight anymore."

Yu Chuda's face lit up with joy, and he said, "Master, does that mean we don't have to risk going into the city to deal with those ghost zombies anymore?"

Mao Xiaofang shook his head. "I'm afraid that won't work."

"The Chrysanthemum Clan's so-called 'borrowing of the Corpse King' requires the sacrifice of the entire city."

"At that time, the entire city within a radius of thirty miles will be devastated, and no one will be spared."

"We must stop them before they gain momentum."

Everyone gasped in shock, unable to believe that things were so serious!

"Brother Ma is right, we must eliminate the evil cultivators of the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect."

"They are a menace just by being alive, even more despicable than that zombie king Jiang Chen!" Madonna solemnly affirmed.

"In that case, I will report this matter to the brigade tomorrow and request support."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhenguo also realized the seriousness of the matter.

It concerns the rise and fall of the entire city's people.

He dared not handle the matter hastily, so he reported it to the brigade and asked them to send someone to provide support.

"Thank you for your trouble, Captain Feng." Mao Xiaofang glanced at everyone and saw that they were all exhausted.

So he suggested, "Why don't we take a break first?"

As soon as Mao Xiaofang finished speaking, everyone's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and the guerrillas helped the weak Feng Zhenguo to the earthen bed in the inner room to settle him down.

Yu Chuda then led Chu Sheng to rest temporarily in a side room on the east side of the ancestral hall, where miscellaneous items were stored.

The room was small, containing only a wooden bed and a dilapidated wooden table, but it was kept fairly clean.

Yu Chuda lit an oil lamp, its orange glow barely dispelling a corner of darkness.

"Junior Brother Chu, let's make do here for the night. Master said he'll arrange proper accommodations for us tomorrow."

Yu Chuda smiled obsequiously, then asked curiously:

"Junior brother, your mustard seed bag... is truly amazing, it can hold so many things. Even our master, who has seen and learned so much, is full of praise."

Chu Sheng hadn't slept for two days and two nights; his eyelids felt like they were weighed down with lead, and he simply couldn't keep talking any longer.

"Third senior brother, let's chat again tomorrow. Good night, love you, goodnight."

After saying that, he fell asleep immediately.

Before Yu Chuda could speak again, he heard a snoring sound. Looking at the soundly sleeping Chu Sheng, he gestured with his lips...

"Heart gesture? Goodnight? Foreign language?"

"He really is a scholar who has studied abroad."

He hummed softly, shifted his body, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.

……

The next morning, before dawn.

With a rooster's crow, Yu Chuda sat up abruptly, patted his face, and nudged Chu Sheng:

"Get up quickly, it's time to work."

Chu Sheng groggily opened his eyes, stared at Yu Chuda, and paused for a few seconds.

Only then did he realize that he had already become Mao Xiaofang's apprentice.

Yu Chuda kindly reminded him, "You're new here, so you need to be more diligent."

"Otherwise, Master might hit you."

"Hitting someone?" Chu Sheng struggled to get up, feeling as if all the bones in his body were falling apart.

But thinking about the first day of formally becoming an apprentice, he still mustered his spirits and followed Yu Chuda out to clean.

Mao Xiaofang had already stood up and was standing with his hands behind his back in the small courtyard in front of the ancestral hall, facing the faint light of dawn, breathing deeply.

He turned around when he heard footsteps.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Chu Sheng's slightly haggard face before he nodded slightly.

"Are you sleeping well?"

"I'm not used to it, Master," Chu Sheng said with a "chuckle."

"You're quite honest." Mao Xiaofang glanced at him and said in a calm tone, "For those who cultivate the Tao, living in the wind and dew is common. You'll have to get used to it in the future."

Chu Sheng nodded. He was getting paid here, so it was considered work and earning money, which wasn't shameful. He said:

"Master is right."

Mao Xiaofang gestured for Chu Sheng to come closer, while he himself sat cross-legged on the bluestone in the courtyard.

"Now that you have entered my school, I will teach you the fundamental methods today."

Chu Sheng was delighted and stood quietly to the side, waiting.

Mao Xiaofang was very satisfied with Chu Sheng's sense of propriety in handling matters.

"My lineage of Fuxi Hall originates from Maoshan, also known as Shangqing School."

"The foundation of foundation building lies in the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture."

"The Great Cavern True Scripture of Shangqing?" Chu Sheng's heart skipped a beat; the name sounded extraordinary.

"This scripture does not refer to a specific book, but rather a set of general principles for meditation, cultivating qi, and communicating with heaven and earth."

Mao Xiaofang explained,

"There are thirty-nine chapters in total, corresponding to thirty-nine key acupoints on the human body."

"And the four aspects of method, tool, technique, and body."

"Beginners should first study the first nine chapters, with 'gathering qi' as the priority."

"I will teach you the first nine chapters. Remember as much as you can today. You can ask Chu Da for the rest."

Chu Sheng was taken aback. He wondered where the person who had written the story had gone, and asked:

"Master, may I write it down, memorize it, and then burn it?"

Mao Xiaofang's eyes lit up, and he said in a deep voice:

"Can."

"It is crucial that this teaching not be lightly transmitted; it must be burned."

Chu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mao Xiaofang was not as rigid as he had imagined.

He quickly borrowed a set of paper and pens from Xiaodouzi, and said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:

"Thanks to my dad, he gave me calligraphy lessons when I was little. Now I finally have a chance to use my skills."

Mao Xiaofang shook his head. Chu Sheng's disciple was good in every way, except that he was a bit too unruly.

His speech pattern is different from that of normal people.

"Alright, just listen."

Having said that, he chanted an incantation, his voice not loud, but each word clear and distinct, like pearls falling onto a plate, directly into Chu Sheng's ears:

"High above, the primordial cave, the origin of the nine heavens, the ancestral energy of the Great Void, the myriad winds stirring the mysterious..."

The incantation was ancient and profound, and Chu Sheng could only vaguely understand it, yet he could vaguely feel the air around him moving slightly.

Not daring to delay, I carefully wrote everything down, stroke by stroke.