Mechanical Pioneer Under One Person

It is hard to imagine that such a down-to-earth environment is the base of a large-scale sect of aliens.

A few people watched at the foot of the mountain for a while, and just as they were about to take a step, they were stopped by the lady in the ticket booth.

The woman, wearing a fireproof armband and work clothes, asked directly, "Couriers? Haven't I seen you before?"

Zhang Chulan lowered his head and glanced at the clothes worn by his group, his cheeks twitching uncontrollably.

But he still said confidently: "Auntie, we are here to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony."

As soon as the word "Auntie" came out, the ticket seller's face turned visibly colder, and she said ruthlessly, "Just... ordinary tourists, right?"

"Everyone who has come these days is here to see the Luotian Grand Ceremony. Everyone has to buy a ticket!"

Zhang Chulan's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "I was invited by the old Taoist priest."

The ticket seller sneered and said, "Heavenly Master? Even the Director has to buy a ticket! If you don't buy one, get out! Don't delay the people behind you!"

Of course, the eldest sister is not completely indifferent.

After scolding her, she looked around again, waved her hand and pointed at a man sitting under a tree in the distance, lowered her voice and said, "There's a disability certificate over there for borrowing. You can borrow it and get a free ticket."

Zhang Chulan turned around and saw that there was indeed a man surrounded by many tourists behind him. He had dozens of disability certificates in his hands.

Every time a tourist scanned the QR code for the idle man, he would hand over a disability certificate and loudly instruct them, "Bring the certificate to refund the deposit."

Tourists who have bought the pass can enter the scenic area as soon as they show the pass.

Xu Si sighed in the background and stepped forward as a leader. He pulled out his phone and bought regular-price tickets for five people for 1300 yuan.

Then, under the contemptuous gaze of the ticket seller, he led Nadutong and a few others up the mountain.

As they walked, Xu San said, "The front hill of Longhu Mountain is under the jurisdiction of the Tourism Bureau. Even the Taoist priests of the Tianshi Mansion only have a small area at their disposal."

Liu Ke, still reeling from the scenic area's disability certificate gimmick, asked, "So, for the five of us...it's going to cost over a thousand?"

"Isn't this... 'Luotian Dajiao' really just a disguised way of robbing people?"

"Borrowing that disability certificate costs 140!"

Xu Si scratched his head and explained, "We're in uniform, and there's a lot of people looking at us. It's too embarrassing to buy a certificate, so let's just spend the money."

Zhang Chulan looked at his short-sleeved shirt, which was only worth a little over a hundred yuan, and said with a frown, "I think this job is much better than delivering couriers in the company."

"That guy who sells disability certificates makes a fortune every day!"

Just as he was filled with righteous indignation, a young voice chuckled from behind him. The owner of the voice said, "Actually, Longhu Mountain is not so bad. Our Wudang Mountain... is even worse than this."

"We also have senior citizen cards for rent."

Chapter 97 String of Beads

Liu Ke, Zhang Chulan and others have been complaining a lot about the ticket purchasing system of Mount Longhu, and it is normal for them to be heard by others.

But then again, Longhushan is now like the subway in Beijing on a weekday morning, with people crowded and shoulder to shoulder.

In such a "noisy" situation, anyone who can concentrate on listening to the conversation between Lai Na Du Tong and others, and even deliberately join in the conversation, is most likely an extraordinary person.

Seeing that the Nadutong people had turned around, the owner of the voice did not try to hide his identity and said directly: "Wudang Sect, Wang Ye. What are your names, benefactors?"

The young man who introduced himself, Wang Ye, was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe and carrying a linen shoulder bag.

He is about the same age as Liu Ke and Zhang Chulan, with a clean face and dark eyebrows, giving people a quiet and easy-going feeling.

It's a pity that the dark circles under his eyes make his "tranquility" seem a bit busy.

When the Nadutong people saw each other introducing themselves, they naturally gave their names as well, just like in martial arts novels.

"Zhang Chulan... Hehe, Zhang Chulan."

After hearing the numbers reported by the other people, Wang nodded and complimented them, but he had some inexplicable meaning towards Zhang Chulan.

But... no one cared too much about that 'inexplicable' feeling, including Zhang Chulan himself.

After all, the name [Zhang Chulan] has been very popular in the circle recently.

In a place like Longhu Mountain where extraordinary people gather, he is like "Harry Potter entering Diagon Alley". It is normal for him to be treated specially.

……

The mountain road of Longhu Mountain is quite long. Since Wang Ye had become familiar with the crowd, he joined the mountaineering "team" while chatting.

Liu Ke was also very curious about Wang.

The reason... In his previous life, among the few memories he had of "Under One Person", the line "The King of Wudang pays homage to the old Heavenly Master" was very popular.

But curiosity aside, this was Liu Ke's first time in Longhu Mountain. Before he could even chat with Taoist Wang, he and Feng Baobao were attracted by the hawking sounds of the street vendors.

Among these vendors, the one who was hawking his wares most enthusiastically was an old monk wearing a dyed robe.

When he saw Feng Baobao and Liu Ke approaching, he quickly started to talk and took the initiative to read Feng Baobao's palm.

"A figure of a god! A figure of a god! This little donor will surely be a person of great fortune and longevity!"

After using a classic sales pitch, the old monk began to sell his products. The first one to appear was...

"Eight hundred years ago, my ancestor killed a ten-thousand-year-old fire qilin with a single palm strike in the Shiwan Mountains. He took the spirit crystal from its abdomen and made this string of beads."

Seeing that the other party was too skilled in selling, Liu Ke twitched his lips, quickly pushed Feng Baobao aside, and reached out his hand.

He gradually raised his voice and said, "Master, Master? Wait a moment! Don't rush to sell your beads that are 90% off. Please read my palm too."

"Huh?...Oh!"

The old monk was suddenly interrupted by Liu Ke, but he was not very angry. After glancing at Liu, he sat on the small stool and prepared to meet the "customer needs" first with great professionalism.

But the moment he touched Liu Ke's palm, his body paused obviously, and a drop of cold sweat ran across his temple and fell to the ground.

Liu Ke and Feng Baobao, who were waiting for their palms to be read, looked at each other and noticed something unusual, so they asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

The old monk didn't say anything, but looked around quietly for a long time.

Then, his face twitched, he spread out his shirt, wiped the sweat off his face, and explained perfunctorily: "Ah, I have been saving sentient beings all morning, old monk, I am a little hot, please forgive me."

Then he spread out Liu Ke's outstretched hand and looked at it carefully. But the more he looked, the more frightened he became, and the sweat on his head kept pouring down.

Seeing the monk's expression, Liu Ke couldn't help but ask, "Are you...suffering from heatstroke?"

After more than ten breaths, the monk finally came to his senses as if waking from a dream. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said dryly, "Ah... a little bit."

Liu Ke frowned, pulled his hand back, took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack and handed it over.

He said sincerely, "Master, if it really doesn't work... I'll close my stall today. Go to the pharmacy at the foot of the mountain and buy some Huoxiang Zhengqi water."

After saying that, Liu Ke shook his head and pulled Feng Baobao away.

……

When Liu Ke and Feng Baobao passed the vendor area and reached the main entrance at the top of the scenic area, they happened to encounter a famous scene.

"Wudang King, meet the old Heavenly Master."

"Ah...it's Wang Ye. How is your master in good health?"

Wang Ye bowed to Zhang Zhiwei, stood up and nodded, then pushed Zhang Chulan forward.

Wang Ye smiled and said, "Old Heavenly Master, who do you think I brought with me?"

When Zhang Chulan and the old Taoist priest met, they were both silent for a while.

"Is it Chu Lan?"

Seeing Zhang Chulan nod, the old Taoist priest had a complicated expression, and then he looked around.

When he saw Liu Ke, Xu Si and other people in uniform, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and then turned his gaze to Zhang Chulan.

The old Heavenly Master was quite relieved, and said to Zhang Chulan affectionately, "Call me Master. Your grandfather passed on the Golden Light Curse and Thunder Method to you. Although you are not my Zhengyi disciple, it is not unfair to call me Master."

Perhaps moved by this cordial attitude, Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up a little and he called out loudly, "Master."

After hearing this, the old Taoist priest smiled, patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder, and told Zhang Lingyu beside him to be responsible for receiving the guests.

Afterwards, he took Zhang Chulan to a nearby vacant Taoist temple for a secret talk.

Liu Ke looked at the Xu brothers, then at Feng Baobao who was staring at Zhang Chulan's back, and couldn't help but say, "Looking at it this way, our ticket money wasn't wasted..."

"If Chu Lan can see the old master here, then we still need to participate in the Chunin Exam... uh, that 'Luo Tian Da Jiao'?"

Xu Si had anticipated the old Taoist's attitude, but was also quite surprised.

He took a puff of Rick's, then said with a smile, "If we could really get things done simply and clearly, why would we even bother attending the Luotian Grand Ceremony? I'll treat you, and we can just go down the mountain and have a great time in Jiangxi for a few days!"

"Whatever you want to do, do it!"

"But... let's wait until Chu Lan comes out before we talk about it."

……

About half an hour later, Liu Ke, who was playing bouncing glass balls with Feng Baobao on the ground, suddenly found that the other party stopped playing.

He stood up and dusted off his clothes. Then he looked back and saw Zhang Chulan walking out of the Taoist temple with a complicated expression.

After Xu Si took a puff of the strawberry-flavored cigarette cartridge, he walked forward and asked Zhang Chulan, "How is it?"

Zhang Chulan looked up at everyone and didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked, "Where is Taoist Wang Ye?"

Chapter 98 Meeting

Hearing Zhang Chulan's question, Xu Si raised an eyebrow and replied, "They went to the back mountain. Everyone in the circle who wants to participate in and watch the 'Luotian Grand Ceremony' will be taken there."

Zhang Chulan exhaled, squinted his eyes and looked around, then said to the members of the 'squad': "Then let's go too."

……

"So, we still have to fight?"

On the way to the back mountain, Zhang Chulan nodded dully when he heard Liu Ke's question.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around on the mountain road, he whispered to his companions, "The old Taoist priest confirmed Master Xu's guess. My grandfather's name is indeed Zhang Huaiyi, and Zhang Xilin is a pseudonym."

Although Liu Ke was also a member of the "squad", he arrived a little late on the day when Mr. Xu died, so it was the first time he heard the name "Zhang Huaiyi".

His steps suddenly froze, his chest heaving a few times, and he asked with an extremely strange expression, "Zhang... Huaiyi?"

Seeing that his behavior was a bit too much, Xu Si stopped, raised his eyebrows, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"