The ultimate master in the city

Jumping off a cliff doesn't feel comfortable. The wind makes it hard to breathe, and your heart is in your throat, as if you're about to jump off.

A moment later, my vision blurred, followed by a series of crashing sounds, as if I had fallen into a thicket of trees. I couldn't see anything clearly, but my whole body ached.

Finally, with a "plop," I fell into the water, my face almost getting smashed. The icy water surrounded me from all sides, and I instinctively took a sip. It tasted very muddy and wasn't very palatable.

Zhou Fengchen suddenly emerged from the water, spat it out, and looked around. It was a small river in the mountains and forests. After the snow melted, the current was quite rapid. The trees on both sides were too dense, and there was fog, so he couldn't see anything.

It's certain that Yang Wudi is gone!

Just then, a dog-pawing sound came from behind. Turning around, they saw Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi huddled together, covered in blood, making strange noises. They sank down and then floated up again.

Zhou Fengchen grinned, swam over, and put his hand between the two to pull them ashore. Unfortunately, the shore was full of silt and very slippery, making it impossible to drag the two ashore. Just then, a piece of broken wood floated by from behind, and they collided with it. Well, all three of them were swept away by the current.

"ah--"

"No! That damned monk is strangling me to death, ugh, gulp..."

"Come, come closer to me!"

"How do I get close? Waaah..."

……

They were swept away for two miles before stopping at a bend in the river. The three of them helped each other and finally managed to climb ashore, lying sprawled in the mud.

Zhou Fengchen took a breath, got up, drew his knife, and turned to run back. Zhang Shisan saw this and quickly shouted, "Where are you going?"

"Of course we'll go find that bastard Yang Wudi!" Zhou Fengchen said, brandishing his sword.

Zhang Shisan gave a wry smile. "You're kidding me. He's a wandering zombie, almost at the level of a crouching zombie. Even a rocket launcher might not be able to penetrate him. Jumping off a cliff is nothing to him. Besides, he's deliberately avoiding you. He's probably already ten miles away. The mountains are so big, where are you going to find him?"

Zhou Fengchen sighed and plopped back down. "That bastard actually managed to get a job as a corpse master at a corpse-driver's house! He's incredibly arrogant; if this continues, things will get out of hand!"

Zhang Shisan shook his head. "There will be an opportunity. Once the Miao Wu Village matter is over, I will ask my fellow disciples from Longhu Mountain to come down the mountain and help."

"Thanks!" Zhou Fengchen nodded.

Unlike them, the monk Yuanzhi, who possessed the protective energy of Taoist qigong, was already delirious and mumbled, "Are we dead?"

Zhou Fengchen was in a bad mood and casually said, "I just passed the Gates of Hell, and I'm only two miles away from the Bridge of Helplessness."

"That's unlikely!" Monk Yuanzhi's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan exchanged a glance and smiled wryly.

Now that things have calmed down, they realize their whole bodies are aching. The two of them check themselves over, and what they see is terrible!

The three of them had wounds all over their bodies from being scraped by the tree, some as wide as two or three fingers, others as small as a fingernail, and they had also been soaked in tap water for half an hour.

Zhou Fengchen quickly rummaged through his bag and felt a chill run down his spine. It was half-filled with water; his Taoist robe was soaked through, and the talismans, medicines, and other odds and ends were all ruined.

Zhang Shisan's side is also in a tough spot.

If this continues, the two of them will be fine, but Monk Yuanzhi will definitely get infected and develop a high fever.

The two looked around at their surroundings.

It's morning, the air is frighteningly cold, the ground is covered with a thin layer of ice, the wild grass is covered with frost, and the fog in the forest is very thick. It doesn't look like a place where people live. Who knows where we are?

"What should we do?" Zhang Shisan asked.

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then pointed to the left, "There seems to be less grass over there, maybe there are houses there, let's go take a look."

The two helped Monk Yuanzhi up and limped to the left. The fog grew thicker as they went, and all they could see were mountains and forests.

I walked for over an hour, but the wound was in excruciating pain, and I hadn't seen a single person. I had no choice but to give up.

There was a sparsely grassed spot by the river ahead, where a thatched hut stood. They didn't know what it was for, so the two of them helped the monk Yuanzhi inside.

It was relatively dry inside, at least it kept out the wind. Feeling uncomfortable being wet, and since there was no one around, the two of them stripped naked and even took off the clothes from the monk Yuanzhi, hanging them on the branches outside, planning to let them dry in the sun.

Then they returned to the hermitage and used mud to plug the leaks.

Zhou Fengchen hadn't had a good night's sleep in a while and was extremely exhausted. He greeted Zhang Shisan and then fell asleep cross-legged.

……

I don't know how long I slept, but I was woken up by a series of chattering women.

When I opened my eyes, I was startled to find a group of middle-aged women gathered outside the nunnery. They were dressed in brightly colored Miao clothes, pointing and laughing, and saying strange things that I couldn't understand a word of.

Zhou Fengchen quickly covered his genitals and backed away.

Zhang Shisan also woke up, exclaimed "Whoa!", and quickly covered his genitals. The two then looked at each other and moved to block Yuanzhi Monk.

"Um..." Zhang Shisan asked, "What are you ladies doing?"

"Hehehe..."

"Hahaha……"

"Gibberish, gibberish..."

Zhou Fengchen smiled and asked, "Can you speak Mandarin?"

"Hehehe..."

"Gibberish..."

The two of them frowned as they listened; there was simply no way to communicate with each other.

Zhou Fengchen glanced back at Monk Yuanzhi, then used one hand to touch his body. It was burning hot. She thought to herself, "Oh no, he's really infected." She quickly turned to her friend and said, "Ladies, my friend is sick, can you help him?"

The older women seemed to understand what he meant, so they stepped aside and pointed to the other side with giggles.

Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan exchanged a glance. They couldn't care less about anything else; they were both the same age as their mothers. They stood up and ran outside to collect the clothes.

It was already noon, a bright and sunny day. The fog had lifted, and the sun was high in the sky. Not far away was a pebble riverbank with a pile of clothes on it; those women must have come to wash their clothes.

The two men's clothes had already dried in the wind. After hastily putting them on, they also helped Monk Yuanzhi put his clothes on, and then they helped each other walk with a group of middle-aged women.

After crossing a hill, a Miao village with houses made entirely of bamboo came into view.

There were quite a few people inside, and when they saw strangers coming, they all gathered around to watch the excitement.

Finally, some young people who could speak Mandarin arrived. After communicating with each other, Zhou Fengchen and his two companions were arranged to stay in a bamboo house belonging to a steward in the village. Then, an old, inexperienced herbal doctor treated their injuries with a medicine basket.

After a lot of work, the wounds on the three of them were finally bandaged, but they were all bandaged with strange herbs and rags, and it was unknown how effective they would be.

It wasn't until the afternoon, when Monk Yuanzhi's fever subsided, that Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan breathed a sigh of relief. They closed the bamboo door, sat down on bamboo chairs, took out a pack of cigarettes that had luckily not gotten wet, and each lit one.

Zhou Fengchen smiled wryly and said, "I've made you two suffer because of me."

"Don't mention it, we're friends. I find it quite fun being with the two of you." Zhang Shisan chuckled, then suddenly asked curiously, "Have you noticed that this village is a bit strange?"

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