The ultimate master in the city

The two of them stared at each other silently for a while.

Then...

One turned and left, while the other returned to the table to continue eating noodles.

Monk Yuanzhi asked, "Is it him? What is his level of spiritual attainment?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded: "It's him. I'm not sure how skilled he is yet. I'll have to try to find out. But his eyes are quite intimidating."

Monk Yuanzhi asked, "How do you plan to proceed?"

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then put down his chopsticks. "Let's wait until tonight. I suspect... he might come looking for me himself."

"Did he sense the giant carp here?" Monk Yuanzhi asked again.

"I don't know!" Zhou Fengchen said with a smile, "but he definitely sensed that I wanted to fight him."

……

There were no hotels in the mountain town, so Zhou Fengchen and his two companions spent two hundred yuan to rent a small, secluded courtyard that was specifically rented to outsiders who came to collect mountain products. The conditions inside were very basic, but there was a bed, a quilt, and furniture.

After a quick clean-up, the three of them bought a bunch of seasonings, vegetables, mushrooms, and meat, plus a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). They planned to have hot pot that evening. The proprietress was a very good cook, and the food tasted pretty good.

The three of them, along with Chu Xiaoling and her son, were enjoying hotpot while gazing at the snowy scenery in the courtyard. They should have been in a pleasant mood, but ever since Zhou Fengchen mentioned that the person would come looking for them, the landlady and Monk Yuanzhi had become quite uneasy.

Ghosts from the Tang Dynasty—just hearing about them is terrifying!

Zhou Fengchen ate a meatball, chuckled dryly, and said, "I didn't mean to cause trouble, I just wanted to test the waters. If things don't work out, we can always run away!"

The two remained silent, while Chu Xiaoling and Xiaobao continued to eat without a care in the world.

Zhou Fengchen had no choice but to change the subject, asking the proprietress, "Where did you get into trouble last time with those two Maoshan Taoist priests?"

The proprietress paused for a moment, then said, "About thirty miles ahead, near Phoenix City."

Monk Yuanzhi suddenly perked up, "Tell me, what's the background of that old zombie from the Republic of China era? Two Maoshan Taoist priests couldn't even defeat him?"

The proprietress blinked. "I don't quite know. She was wearing the kind of old lady's clothes from the Republican era, and she had two fangs. She was very scary."

"Good heavens, it's a female zombie." Monk Yuanzhi joked, then suddenly paused, looking at Zhou Fengchen, "This isn't right, is it? Why did this female zombie specifically target the two Maoshan Taoist priests that the landlady brought? There's something fishy about this, we haven't considered it either."

Zhou Fengchen frowned, glanced at the proprietress, and said, "Those zombies must be being controlled by someone, right?"

The proprietress shook her head. "I don't know."

"This doesn't seem right!" Monk Yuanzhi said to Zhou Fengchen, "Who would be using zombies to kill the people the landlady brought? Even if it's a feud between the corpse-drivers and the sorcerers, then...do sorcerers also drive corpses? That's unlikely, isn't it? Could there be other corpse-drivers who don't want the landlady to bring people back and cause trouble?"

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then waved his hand, "Alright! Let's not speculate. Just go get the body and ignore everything else."

Monk Yuanzhi said, "What I fear most is that zombies might come and kill us!"

Zhou Fengchen thought about it and realized it was indeed possible. He said, "Well... let's deal with whatever comes our way. Let's resolve this Tang Dynasty issue first, and then we'll talk about the rest."

Speaking of the Tang Dynasty people, the proprietress and Monk Yuanzhi both looked out at the dark courtyard. Monk Yuanzhi said, "It should be nine o'clock by now, why is there no movement outside? Do the Tang Dynasty people only make their move at midnight or dawn?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "I just have a feeling he might make a move. Of course, it's also possible he miscalculated and doesn't come later... I'll go to his house to check."

……

After waiting for more than an hour, there was still no movement outside. Zhou Fengchen drew his ancient Qing Dynasty sword and prepared to go out.

Monk Yuanzhi had been pondering for a while when he pulled him aside. "Here's what we'll do," he said, "you find a way to lure him over, preferably one that catches him off guard. My Broodhan Demon-Subduing Formation will work in conjunction with yours, making things much easier!"

Zhou Fengchen looked at him doubtfully, "Is it reliable?"

Monk Yuanzhi turned around and rummaged through his bag, saying, "Remove the 'ma' from my name. Don't look down on me; this formation was used by Bodhidharma to subdue demons. It's absolutely awesome!"

This was the first time Zhou Fengchen had seen Monk Yuanzhi so confident. After thinking for a moment, he patted the bucket containing the fish and said, "Zhang Feng, didn't you say you could release the soul? Come out and talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint aura of yin energy emanated from the bucket.

A large, illusory carp floated out, shaking its head.

Monk Yuanzhi turned around and exclaimed, "What the hell! Is it a spirit or a giant carp?"

"Easy!" Zhou Fengchen shook his head, formed a hand seal, and gently patted the illusory carp. "Appear!"

The giant carp phantom swayed and transformed into a human form, which looked exactly like "Zhang Feng".

"Duke Zhou is amazing! I'm human again!" He looked around with surprise, but was startled when he saw Chu Xiaoling and her son.

"It's okay, we're all together," Zhou Fengchen said.

Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his limbs, and asked, "Duke Zhou, did you see him today?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "I see. I have a question for you. Since he's impersonating you, he has to be very convincing. In other words, he is you right now. Do you have any way to lure him here?"

Zhang Feng thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, I really like a widow named Xie Yun. This old woman is my lover. She's beautiful, very horny, and clingy. She asks me to do *that* every few days. Those Tang Dynasty people haven't touched a woman for over a thousand years, I suspect they…"

"Got it!" Zhou Fengchen interrupted him. "Where is that old woman Xie Yun?"

Zhang Feng pondered for a moment, "At this time, she should still be playing mahjong in the mahjong parlor at the west end of town."

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"Lead the way." Zhou Fengchen nodded, then said to Monk Yuanzhi, "You set up the formation first, I'll go and bring that old woman over."

……

It was still snowing outside, and the whole world was covered in white. The lights in the houses were all off, and most of the town's residents were asleep. Only at the far west end could one faintly hear lights and voices.

Zhou Fengchen, holding Zhang Feng's soul, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and in a flash, they arrived at the light.

It was a small bungalow, from which came the clatter of mahjong tiles and the sounds of laughter and cursing, while the strong smell of cigarettes wafted out through the windows.

Zhou Fengchen looked through the window and saw three tables of people playing mahjong, with seven or eight women among them. He turned to Zhang Feng and asked, "Which one?"

Zhang Feng pointed through the window to a table inside, where a rather attractive woman in her thirties with wavy hair stood out. "It's her!"

Zhou Fengchen whispered, "The yang energy inside is too strong. You are a living soul, so wait outside."

He pushed open the door and went inside. The room was warm, but the smell of smoke and strange perfume was a bit pungent. When the people playing mahjong at the tables saw someone come in, they subconsciously looked up and were all stunned to find that it was a stranger.

Zhou Fengchen walked straight to Xie Yun's side and said with a smile, "Would it be convenient for us to go outside and talk for a bit?"

Xie Yun blinked, then pouted and said, "Who are you? Why should I go out with you? I've spent tens of dollars on these trips, are you going to give me money?"

Zhou Fengchen frowned. There was something strange about the woman's tone. He pulled out a thousand yuan from his pocket and slammed it on the table. "Is that enough?"

Xie Yun paused for a moment, then awkwardly grabbed the money and stuffed it into her pocket. She stood up, grabbed Zhou Fengchen's arm, and said with a grin to her mahjong partner, "Oh dear! My brother from my mother's side is here. Excuse me for a moment."

The other card players joined in the commotion, saying, "So what if she's a mistress? Why call her a 'little brother'? Hahaha."

"I don't like talking to people like you."

Xie Yun rolled her eyes, grabbed Zhou Fengchen and hurriedly went out the door. Once outside, she snuggled into Zhou Fengchen's arms, saying, "Oh! What do you want? I'll do whatever you want. You can tell me where we want to go, but it's too cold outside."

Zhou Fengchen frowned and dodged it, thinking to himself, "How could it be this kind of person?" He turned to look at Zhang Feng, and then something was wrong. Where was Zhang Feng?

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