From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Zhang Huaiyi was taken aback, then knelt down before Zhang Jingqing with a thud, kowtowing and saying, "Master, what virtue or ability do I possess? How can you possibly choose me as your successor?"

"You bastard! Get up! Aren't you ashamed? But Chairman Jiang wasn't wrong, otherwise why would I have given you the surname 'Zhang'?"

Pulling Zhang Huaiyi up, Zhang Jingqing glared at Jiang Liu, who had seen through his thoughts, and scolded Zhang Huaiyi, "And—"

You're still a long way from inheriting my mantle!

Stop thinking about all that nonsense!

If you don't meet my standards, and other outstanding disciples emerge during this period, I will also bestow upon them the surname 'Zhang'!

Zhang Huaiyi breathed a sigh of relief, but then asked, almost as if possessed, "Master, what are your standards?"

"Ok?"

Zhang Jingqing narrowed her eyes, finally understanding why Jiang Liu had brought this up.

This little rascal really has his eye on the "Celestial Master's position"!

therefore.

He didn't answer, but just chuckled twice and said, "Why don't you look back and see?"

Zhang Huaiyi turned around and saw Tian Jinzhong and the other fellow disciples from the Celestial Master's Mansion all staring at him menacingly, grinning wickedly. A thought arose in his mind—

That's it!

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Tian Jinzhong and the others "surrounded" Zhang Huaiyi, lifted him high, and prepared to take him to the back mountain to discipline him properly, and also to let him know what the love of a senior brother is!

Disciples from other sects of the Zhengyi sect also went to watch the excitement, or wanted to take this opportunity to test their skills against Zhang Huaiyi and see what kind of "future Celestial Master" he was capable of.

"Master, how could you... how could you betray your disciple like this!"

Surrounded by so many people, how could Zhang Huaiyi break free? He could only shout loudly, hoping to attract Zhang Jingqing's attention and get her to rescue him.

But Zhang Jingqing just gave a cold "humph," while his thick beard twitched happily: "You're the one with a foul mouth, and I can't help you!"

The head of Maoshan Sect, who had witnessed this scene, became interested and asked Zhang Jingqing, "Brother Dao, could you teach me some of your methods for teaching disciples?"

“Brother Dao, how can I teach a disciple? If he doesn’t listen, I’ll beat him up. Or I’ll find someone to help me beat him up, so he’ll realize that there are always people better than him. It’s that simple.” Zhang Jingqing revealed the true essence of his method of teaching disciples.

The head of Maoshan Sect was stunned for a moment, then involuntarily gave a thumbs up and uttered a single word: "Brilliant!"

"Master, then we'll head down the mountain now."

At this time.

Jiang Liu came over to resign.

"So eager? Why don't you stay a little longer so I can properly show you hospitality?"

Zhang Jingqing was startled and quickly tried to persuade him to stay. She also wanted to learn more about the Dao of Body and Mind from Jiang Liu in order to further her cultivation.

As a Celestial Master, Zhang Jingqing naturally cultivated the "Heaven-Connecting" method, and all the orifices in his body were opened, allowing him to control the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth for his own use.

But reaching the heavens was not the end of his cultivation journey; he naturally had higher aspirations.

Now that we have the opportunity to meet a "Great Master who has experienced countless tribulations and attained enlightenment," how could we let this opportunity slip by easily?

# Chapter 1101 Wuxia Coffin Mountain (Part 1) Qingxi Town

"I won't ramble on anymore."

"Confucian scholars have all sorts of affairs to attend to, which is not as leisurely as living on the mountain. To be honest, I'm a little envious of the Taoists."

Jiang Liu jokingly said something to Zhang Jingqing, but still stayed at Longhu Mountain for another day.

On this day, Jiang Liu sensed something and sent Zhen Yuanzi's divine body to the Sichuan region...

···

A day later, as he was about to descend the mountain, he saw a golden light streak across the sky, winding its way down and revealing the figures of Zhang Zhiwei and Daoist Qianhe.

As soon as Daoist Qianhe landed, upon seeing the head of the Maoshan sect, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "Master! Expel me from the sect! Even if you cripple me, I will have no regrets!"

Seeing Qianhe Daoren like this, the Maoshan Sect Leader knew without a second thought that something had really happened. He pulled him up and asked, "Why are you kneeling? Get up and talk!"

"Master, I killed my eldest brother!"

"The Thousand Crane Taoist called out."

The head of Maoshan Sect was taken aback, his face darkening: "What exactly happened? Tell me in detail!"

"Zhang Zhiwei".

Zhang Jingqing asked Zhang Zhiwei, "Tell me the details."

"Master, this is what happened..."

Zhang Zhiwei and Daoist Qianhe then recounted the details of the matter—

After Shi Jian and Qianhe Daoren carried the coffin into the Bashu area, Zhang Zhiwei also secretly entered together and arrived in the Wushan area.

Shi Jian's target was Qingxi Village.

According to what he told Qianhe Daoist, his ancestral home was in Qingxi Village, and his ancestors had helped the King of Longchuan control floods, for which they were meritorious. Since his son could not be buried inside the mountain gate, he would have to be buried in the Wushan area...

However, his son had no achievements and could not be buried with such a wise man who controlled the floods. He could only be buried at the very edge, so as to absorb the heroic spirit of his ancestors.

The Thousand Crane Daoist had never heard of such a principle before, and was naturally very wary. However, considering that there were many shamans in the Wushan area, and he didn't know much about their customs and culture, he could only go along with Shi Jian for the time being, while also wanting to see what kind of tricks he was up to.

If it were about refining corpses, even if his junior brother didn't understand the methods of refining corpses in this area, it would still be based on the principles of Yin and Yang, and he would definitely be able to detect it.

However, getting to Qingxi Town is not easy.

There are three roads.

One option is by water, but it is currently summer or autumn, and the rivers are swollen, turbulent, and dangerous, making it difficult to travel.

Secondly, the mountain road has been inaccessible since the Qing dynasty was destroyed. It has fallen into disrepair, with landslides in many places and dense shrubs making it difficult to pass.

The last one is an ancient plank road.

This plank road is about five feet wide and is said to have been built during the Qin Dynasty. It is called the "Five-Foot Road".

Shi Jian and Qian He were cultivators, highly skilled and daring. They did not travel by water or mountain, but carried the coffin and stepped onto the ancient plank road built on the cliff. They were as agile as cranes and as nimble as monkeys. Below the cliff, the waves surged and the mist spread. From a distance, they looked like masters riding the wind and immortals riding the clouds.

After the two men carried the coffin up the mountain, they looked down and saw a bustling town.

"I never expected there would be a small town here."

Looking down, it was midday, and wisps of smoke were rising from the chimneys. He exclaimed in amazement, "Don't they usually communicate with the outside world?"

"It's just that the summer floods and the mountain roads have been in disrepair for years that make it impossible to travel. We will resume doing business with the outside world in the winter and spring after autumn."

Looking at the village not far away, Shi Jian felt a pang of nostalgia. Then, he changed the subject and said, "Junior brother, let's go. To enter Wushan, we need to find a guide."

Daoist Qianhe remained silent, simply lifting the coffin and descending the mountain with Shi Jian.

After descending the mountain, Shi Jian took out the Qiankun bag and put the coffin inside.

Daoist Qianhe: "???"

So why were they carrying the coffin all this way?

However, as a junior brother, Daoist Qianhe could not say much. He could only suppress his dissatisfaction and follow Shi Jian to Qingxi Village.

Upon entering the town, Shi Jian went straight to a general store to buy some equipment for his mountain trip. The Wushan terrain could be summarized as "seven mountains, one land, two waters, and the endless Yangtze River flowing on and on," and the air was very humid. Even when the sky was cloudless, the townspeople would still carry an umbrella in case of unexpected rain.

Looking at the distant, continuous mountain range shrouded in mist, Daoist Qianhe thought it best to buy some rain gear, ropes, and other such items before heading into the mountains.

The general store had only one door open, and a small box resembling a coffin was hanging in front of the store with a hemp rope. Could it be a coffin shop?

Hearing Qianhe Daoren's speculation, Shi Jian said, "Junior brother, this isn't a coffin shop, but a honey shop. Look at this little box with so many holes, doesn't it look like a honeycomb?"

"I've seen both domesticated bees and wasps from the mountains, and the holes in their hives are always regular. How can they be so messy?"

Chizuru didn't believe it. She pointed to the holes on the box, which were of different sizes and uneven, as if they had been poked by the naughty children in the shop with knives and awls.

“The people in the mountains are simple and honest. They don’t want to hire a carpenter to make a sign, so it’s naturally so simple.” Shi Jian chuckled and stepped into the shop.

There was a middle-aged man and a woman inside the shop.

Upon seeing people enter, specifically two Taoist priests, the woman stepped forward and asked, "What would you two gentlemen like?"

When Qianhe Daoren saw jars of honey, brown sugar, black dates, and other items on the shelves behind the counter, he realized that this was indeed a shop selling honey.

Looking around, there was a pile of brooms and baskets, filled with black dates, wild pears, and other mountain products.

So he really is a general store owner!

They don't seem to know how to run a business; they just put things out randomly without any categorization.

However, one can find some useful items in these kinds of general stores that are helpful for cultivating Qi, but the shopkeeper himself is unaware of their value.

For a moment, Chizuru had an idea, but she also knew that to find good things from shopkeepers like this, she had to use the "secret code".

That is, local dialect, as well as some coded language and slang used in buying and selling.

Otherwise.

These kinds of shops only do legitimate business.

But Chizuru wasn't a local, and she knew absolutely nothing about the local customs and traditions.

If you speak recklessly, you'll only make people wary.

But Shi Jian understood. He ignored the woman, walked to the counter, and said to the middle-aged man, "When you pass by Baoshan, look up and you'll see a gold plaque on the mountain; behind the gold plaque is a silver plaque, all with the character 'bee' on them."

The middle-aged shopkeeper seemed incredulous, looking Shi Jian up and down, his brows furrowing slightly. He suspected that Shi Jian was not a proper Taoist priest, but he didn't ask any more questions. He simply recited the "Mountain Classic" as well: "A mirror reflects two mountains, reflecting the golden wind blowing across the face; I wonder which road I passed by Bee Mountain, and recognized the gold and silver bee characters on the plaque?"

Shi Jian seemed quite familiar with the mountain pass here. He smiled confidently and answered without hesitation: "The hawks follow the mountain in the wind, spur the horses on to hurry on the journey; don't be surprised if the group is not in full order, and don't worry about our lack of manners."

The middle-aged shopkeeper looked even more astonished and asked again, "Up or down the mountain? What brings you here?"

"Neither here nor there, I'd like to request a beehive."

Shi Jian blurted it out.

The middle-aged shopkeeper finally breathed a sigh of relief, but seemed to still have doubts about Shi Jian's Taoist attire. After thinking for a while, he asked again, "The Bee Lord is easy to see, but the Bee Box is hard to invite. I wonder what purpose it would serve if we invited him?"

Shi Jian then called out loudly, "I am a man from Shangqing Maoshan, returning home to visit relatives and friends. We are all of the same origin, why ask each other questions upon meeting?"