The ultimate master in the city

There was a rustling sound of clothes being put on next door, then the door creaked open and footsteps approached.

Zhou Fengchen's heart pounded, thinking to himself, "Why did I even think of peeping? It was so beautiful then, but I really regret it afterwards."

Alright! Let's play dead!

boom!

The room door was kicked open.

The young nun, Kuzhu, stood at the doorway, her eyes filled with murderous intent, and shouted, "You lecherous thief! Get out here!"

Zhou Fengchen felt a chill run down his spine, shrank his neck, and continued snoring. He was extremely frustrated, having never been so humiliated in his life.

"Are you able to get out or not?"

"You lecherous thief, stop pretending to be dead..."

The little nun from the Bitter Bamboo Cottage blocked the door and kept hurling insults.

Zhou Fengchen dared not refute, and could only keep snoring.

This woke up Zhang Shisan next door. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he came out of his room and asked, "What's wrong, Kuzhu?"

Ku Zhu pointed at Zhou Fengchen on the bed inside the room, "This lecherous thief was spying on me, spying on me..."

After all, she was a nun, and she couldn't bring herself to talk about being spied on while bathing.

Zhang Shisan was stunned for a moment. "No way? Zhou Fengchen lives here!"

"Uh—" Ku Zhu was also taken aback, then said in annoyance and embarrassment, "So what if it's Zhou Fengchen? Isn't he still a shameless scoundrel!"

Zhou Fengchen couldn't take it anymore. He jumped up and yelled, "What are you all doing? Shouting like that, can't a person get any sleep?"

Zhang Shisan pointed at the bitter bamboo, "Brother Zhou, she said your... you know..."

Ku Zhu pointed at Zhou Fengchen: "You still have the nerve to sleep?"

Zhou Fengchen rubbed his nose, feigning ignorance, "Why am I too ashamed to sleep? What do you mean?"

Ku Zhu retorted angrily, "What did you do? Aren't you afraid to admit it?"

"What did I do?" Zhou Fengchen spread his hands innocently.

Zhang Shisan suppressed a laugh and said, "Kuzhu said you were peeping at her."

Zhou Fengchen immediately said righteously, "That's absolutely impossible. I've always been a person of integrity, cultivating the Dao with a righteous and innocent heart. I would never do such a ridiculous thing."

As he spoke, he activated the "Three Powers Returning to Origin Technique," his body enveloped in red light, exuding righteousness. "Besides, I practice the Virgin Yang Technique! I haven't lost my virginity in twenty-one years, how could I possibly peep at a little nun? Ku Zhu! Aren't you mistaken? Won't this loud commotion offend your Buddhist principles of anger?"

Zhang Shisan smoothed things over, "Oh dear! It's a misunderstanding! Ku Zhu, you've got it wrong, Brother Zhou, don't take it to heart."

Ku Zhu took a deep breath, put his palms together, and chanted a Buddhist prayer to Zhou Fengchen, "Amitabha!" before turning and going back to his room.

Zhang Shisan glanced at Ku Zhu's door, then sneaked in furtively. He gave Zhou Fengchen a thumbs-up and whispered, "Awesome, unique taste!"

"Get out! Get out!" Zhou Fengchen's old face flushed red, and he waved his hand impatiently. "You make me sound like you! Go to sleep!"

Zhang Shisan said with a mocking look, "Hey! What's with your nosebleed? We're all men here, you think you can hide it from me?"

Zhou Fengchen touched his nose and found the blood was still wet. That's the downside of the Boy's Yang Skill: the yang energy is too strong, and when stimulated in this way, the yang energy boils and the nose bleeds.

"I've been feeling a bit feverish lately!"

"Hehehe..." Zhang Shisan chuckled slyly. "Got it! Goodnight!"

He walked out, closing the door behind him.

Zhou Fengchen let out a long sigh, lay back on the bed, gritted his teeth, and thought to himself, "I'll never peep at women taking a bath again in my life. I'm traumatized by it, damn it!"

……

He drifted off to sleep, and after some time, he vaguely heard a soft clanging of metal coming from the room next door, which was particularly jarring in the dead of night.

Zhou Fengchen snapped out of his daze, thinking to himself, "This little nun isn't going to fight me, is she? Is it worth it?"

"bass--"

Unexpectedly, the sound of swords being moved came from Zhang Shisan's room as well.

What does that mean? Zhou Fengchen subconsciously gripped the hilt of the knife beside him.

At that moment, the bamboo windows of both rooms opened simultaneously, followed by two loud thuds from the backyard.

Zhou Fengchen quickly ran to the back window, tore off the cardboard covering, and opened the window a crack.

Two figures nimbly leaped over the wall on the snowy ground in the backyard and headed straight for the desolate mountains and wilderness behind.

Judging from their appearance, it was Zhang Shisan and Kuzhu.

Zhou Fengchen exclaimed "Huh?" What were these two up to so late at night?

The more he thought about it, the more curious he became. So he put on his clothes, slung his bag over his shoulder, jumped down from the bamboo house, and followed them.

The wind was a bit strong in the mountains, and the heavy snow had turned into fine snowflakes that trickled down my neck, making me feel chilly.

Zhou Fengchen braved the wind and snow, following closely behind the two. They then circled a mountain and a grove of trees, running for forty or fifty miles before the two stopped behind a hill and lay down on the snow to peer ahead.

Zhou Fengchen was full of questions. What were these two looking at? He quietly ran up to their side, climbed a big tree, and looked ahead as well.

On the other side of the hill was a small lake. Soon, a group of people came running from the other side of the lake. These people were dressed in white mourning clothes, but none of them wore hemp cloth. They carried whole pigs, whole sheep, chickens, fish, as well as a lot of items such as paper money and incense.

Upon reaching the lake, the people put down their belongings, neatly arranged them, and then knelt down to kowtow. The leader was an old man in his fifties with gray hair. He muttered something to himself, lit the paper money and incense, burned them, and then waved his hand, leading a group of people as they turned and ran, quickly disappearing into the mountains and forests.

Zhou Fengchen was completely confused. It looked like they were performing some kind of ritual, but apart from the fact that it was being performed late at night and in such a hurried manner, making it seem rather unrefined, there was nothing interesting to see. Why would Zhang Shisan and the other man have gone to such lengths to sneak a peek through the wind and snow?

Just as they were pondering whether to go and meet them, a dense cloud of yin energy suddenly rose from the foot of the mountain diagonally opposite the lake.

Zhou Fengchen stared intently and saw more than a dozen strange men with blue faces and fangs suddenly emerge from the cloud of yin energy. They grinned and laughed maliciously, then swayed to a pile of offerings, picked them up in twos and threes, and started to walk back. Then they all disappeared at the foot of the mountain.

Were those people worshipping a mountain monster late at night? Zhou Fengchen frowned as he watched.

Zhang Shisan and his companion waited a few more minutes before getting up and running to the lakeside, where they whispered among themselves while staring at the spot where the offerings were placed.

Zhou Fengchen couldn't hold back any longer. He jumped down from the tree and ran over, asking, "What are you two up to?"

The two of them were startled when they suddenly saw him.

Zhang Shisan patted his chest. "Hey Zhou, what are you doing following me? It's kind of scary."

Ku Zhu snorted coldly and glared at him, seemingly still angry about whether or not she had peeked.

Zhou Fengchen rubbed his nose and said, "You two sneaked out like that. I was just curious. What's going on? Are those people worshipping the mountain monster?"

Zhang Shisan scratched his head. "I'm a little confused too, I think so."

Ku Zhu said coldly, "It's not a sacrifice to a mountain monster. Judging from the scale of the ceremony and the procession of mountain goblins that came to carry the offerings, it should be a sacrifice to a mountain god!"

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