The ultimate master in the city

Before opening the large urn, Zhang Feng thought that it might contain gold and silver treasures or antiques and jade artifacts, but most likely it was some kind of evil object, after all, both Abbess Qingyang and Daoist Zhuzheng had warned him about it.

However, to his utter surprise, including the workers and onlookers present, there was actually a person inside!

The man was a young man in his thirties. He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and his breathing shallow. He was motionless. His fingernails were about half a meter long, and his long hair was about half a jar long. His head was tied into a tall crown, and he was wearing a Taoist robe with stars and moon on it. Perhaps because he hadn't moved for a long time, his face and body were covered in black dust.

Zhang Feng and the crowd were astonished. There was actually a person inside the large urn, and judging from his appearance, he was an ancient person. How many years old was he? Most importantly, he didn't seem to be dead. There was no air in the large urn buried deep underground. How did he survive?

Someone in the crowd who knew history exclaimed, "Wow! Judging from the hairstyle and boots, they look like people from the Tang Dynasty!"

"People from the Tang Dynasty? My goodness, that must have been a thousand or two years ago!"

"This is amazing!"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Zhang Feng's mind raced, and he suddenly realized that this was a sure way to get rich and famous. If this news got out, people all over the world would come to see it.

He stepped forward and cautiously touched the man's clothes. "Feed?"

That's good, though. The entire Taoist robe on this person's body had turned to ash, revealing a body of snow-white, muscular muscles.

This scene startled everyone.

Someone in the crowd who knew history said, "Oh dear! What a pity, clothes that are over a thousand years old have weathered away in the wind."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person inside the large urn suddenly opened his eyes, looked around blankly, and grinned.

"ah--"

That laugh scared away most of the crowd.

Summoning his courage, Zhang Feng swallowed hard and lowered his head to ask, "Who are you?"

The man frowned slightly, shook his head, and smiled. It was unclear whether he couldn't speak or couldn't understand what he was saying.

After thinking it over, Zhang Feng decided that with so many people around, it would be best to take it home first. So he had the workers carry the large urn back to his home and place it in a side room so that no one else could see it.

Strangely, for three days in a row, this person did not move, eat, drink, or speak, except for putting on clothes. At most, he would smile or shake his head.

Zhang Feng thought to himself, "Could it be that we've dug up an ancient idiot? What does that mean?"

He thought about it for a moment, then went to the county's cultural relics bureau and told a relative who worked there. When the relative heard it, he almost burst out laughing, saying that this was too outrageous a claim. People from the Tang Dynasty? Do you think I'm an idiot? Can you be a little more reliable?

Zhang Feng said, "You don't believe me? Just wait."

When he got home, he found the man sitting cross-legged in meditation. He found a pair of scissors and quietly cut off a section of the man's long fingernail, thinking that he would take it to his relative at the cultural relics bureau to broaden his horizons.

Who knew that when she got up after trimming her nails, she accidentally cut the person's skin with her fingertip. As soon as she cut the skin, the person's eyes widened and she screamed in pain, and blood gushed out of the wound.

Zhang Feng was startled. In a panic, he tried to stop the bleeding with his hand, but it wouldn't stop. He then tried to wrap the wound with a rag, but that didn't work either.

In just two or three minutes, the man's entire body was reduced to a bloody mess, and the stench filled the room. There wasn't even time to get him to the hospital.

Zhang Feng stared at the pool of blood, his head buzzing, completely bewildered.

He then dazedly cleaned the room with his family, but he couldn't understand what it was. How could it melt as soon as his skin was punctured? Was it even human?

That evening, after dinner, he went to bed early with his wife. In the middle of the night, he vaguely noticed a person standing by the bed. He jumped up and saw that the person who had melted away had come back to life.

He was still processing what was happening and instinctively asked, "How did you come back to life?"

The man remained silent, but sneered, grabbed Zhang Feng by the neck, and pulled him outside. Only then did Zhang Feng realize that this man was probably a monster, but when he tried to struggle, he found that he had no strength at all.

He was dragged to the Tuojiang River, three miles north of the town. The man threw him to the ground and finally spoke, his tone extremely bitter and difficult to understand: "You scoundrel, you've ruined my body, what is your punishment?"

Zhang Feng was terrified and immediately knelt down, begging for forgiveness: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I just wanted to trim a bit of your nail, I didn't mean to cut your skin!"

The man said, "The mistake has already been made; further discussion is pointless!"

Pointing his finger at the river, a large carp suddenly leaped out and slapped Zhang Feng on the head. Zhang Feng felt dizzy, and then his vision and hearing changed. Looking around, he was shocked to find that he was on the fish's body, and the man was gone. At this moment, "himself" was looking down at him and smiling, saying, "You rascal, being a fish isn't bad. I'll use this body."

Zhang Feng suddenly realized that he had been bewitched, turned into a fish, and the monster had entered his body.

At this point in the story, the cry of a large carp came from the paper talisman windmill: "Duke Zhou! I am a living person, yet I am a fish every day. I am so miserable! You must save me! That monster has turned into me; who knows what it will do!"

"Whoa—"

When the Xu family and the proprietress heard this, their faces turned pale. This was something they had never heard of before; it was simply too bizarre and outlandish!

The monk Yuanzhi beside him suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed, "The Seven Stars Suppressing Evil Formation! A formation that condemns one to eternal damnation?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "No! It's the Seven Coffins Suppressing Dragon Formation. It uses extreme yin to suppress extreme yang, and the seven rare and precious materials in the coffins to suppress this person's aura. Yin and yang are in constant flux, with yin unable to prevail and yang unable to weaken. This person will never be able to move, and his soul will never be able to transcend. If I'm not mistaken, this person must have been a Taoist master with extraordinary magical power in his previous life! I wonder who sealed him away!"

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Monk Yuanzhi's fat face trembled. "Why the hell are we meddling in other people's business? We can't beat the people of the Tang Dynasty, can we?"

"Lord Zhou, you can't abandon me!" came the panicked cry of the giant carp from the windmill.

Zhou Fengchen ripped off the windmill, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll go and meet this person!"

Monk Yuanzhi exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, are you crazy? Why are we getting involved in this trivial matter?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "Things have come to this point, and you expect me to ignore it? That would be cowardly. Besides, who knows what this guy is planning? If he kills a whole bunch of people and I just walk by like nothing happened, that's even more cowardly. Anyway, I have to go and make him get out of Zhang Feng's body!"

He then laughed and said, "His body is gone, so he's a ghost. No matter how powerful he is, he's still a ghost!"

Monk Yuanzhi was speechless and had no reply.

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After lunch, the two ripped off Old Man Xu of over ten thousand yuan, then, along with the proprietress and a large carp, headed out the door. They flagged down a tricycle in the town center and hopped off towards Willow Tree Town.

Willow Town is much poorer than Jiuweng Town, which can be seen from the buildings.

Zhang Feng's family is easy to find out about; they are the richest family in the whole town.

Zhou Fengchen and his two companions carried buckets filled with large carp to the noodle shop opposite Zhang Feng's house. While pretending to eat noodles, they stared at the door, thinking to themselves that they should see what the other party looked like first.

They waited for over an hour before a young man in his thirties strode out of the door.

Zhou Fengchen stood up abruptly and walked to the entrance of the noodle shop. He was certain that this person was "Zhang Feng," the spirit that person possessed, because modern people don't walk like that, and he had an overwhelming and fierce aura about him!

Zhang Feng happened to turn his head and look at him at that moment. After a slight surprise, his face darkened.

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