There's something wrong with me

Chapter 70: Return (6.4K)

“That’s certainly true.”

Zhang Feng did not deny it.

“You also know my personality; being cautious is never wrong.”

“Tell me, what does the Guest want to say to me?”

“He wants your phone number.” The businessman cupped his fist in salute again. “My master wants to find a time to chat with you, over the phone.”

‘Is he afraid I’ll catch him in person?’ Zhang Feng wondered what to say, seeing the Guest being so cautious.

But to be honest, if the Guest really appeared today,

Zhang Feng wasn’t sure he would actually catch him.

Zhang Feng didn’t know why, but he just didn’t want to.

In the non-main storyline, it only said to find him, not to catch him.

“Then remember this.” Zhang Feng thought to himself and said his phone number.

As he spoke, he walked toward him.

Otherwise, being so far apart, it would be difficult to talk.

“13…” The businessman took out his phone to write it down, and as Zhang Feng took a step, he took a step back.

He had a lot of small movements.

Zhang Feng saw him retreating and suddenly stopped, looking at his hands writing down the phone number.

His knuckles were full of calluses, and his right palm was a bit thick.

“You cultivate the external but not the internal?”

Zhang Feng bluntly pointed out, “Didn’t the Guest teach you how to train the internal organs?”

If he cultivated the mind, his metabolism would speed up, and the peeling on his hands would accelerate, leaving no such thick traces of external training.

“Hahaha.” The businessman suddenly shook his head with a smile, putting away his phone as he said in a rather strange tone:

“Director Zhang, I originally thought you were a grandmaster, an enlightened expert, whose vision would definitely be higher than ordinary martial artists like me, and even higher than my master’s.

But how can even you believe my master’s nonsense?”

As he spoke, he continued to retreat. “Internal organs can be vibrated? Do you think that makes sense?”

‘He can’t visualize?’ Zhang Feng saw the doubt in his eyes and knew that their cultivation realms and systems were different.

So, further explanation was useless. Zhang Feng directly took a few steps closer to the businessman, wanting to touch him and let him know that while the Guest’s talk of immortality was nonsense, the cultivation method of resonance was real.

It was also a disguised way of telling the businessman to stop retreating.

If he really wanted to catch him, he wouldn’t be able to escape no matter what.

So he should stop making so many useless small movements; it was annoying to watch.

Swish—

When the businessman saw Zhang Feng walking over, he thought Zhang Feng was going to attack.

In an instant, his feet stomped on the ground repeatedly, and he turned around and ran.

He knew that he was far from being a match for Zhang Feng, who had ‘perfect control of his power.’

But Zhang Feng followed him like a shadow, catching up to him in a few steps, while pressing his palm towards his shoulder, easily shaking off his blocking arm.

The next second.

Zhang Feng’s palm pressed on his shoulder, and the burst of super-frequency resonance power made his right shoulder go numb, and his right foot was nailed to the ground.

At the same time, after feeling the soreness and numbness in his shoulder, he was stunned in place.

“Resonance? It’s… really?”

He stared blankly at Zhang Feng, and his move to retaliate stopped in mid-air.

Zhang Feng removed his palm from his shoulder.

“Yes, there is indeed a resonance cultivation method. The Guest didn’t lie to you.”

“Then does that mean?” He suddenly asked Zhang Feng excitedly, “The immortality my master talked about?”

“That’s really going insane.” Zhang Feng sighed slightly, “Advise your master.

His ability to research the internal organ training method is also a great talent in the world.

If he doesn’t think about this ridiculous matter now and instead focuses on cultivating the internal organs, he might be able to extend his life by a few more years.”

Zhang Feng still cherished talent, especially someone who could research resonance cultivation methods.

Such a person was indeed remarkable.

“I will definitely convey Director Zhang’s advice!” The businessman cupped his fist in salute, then bowed to Zhang Feng.

“Thank you, Director Zhang, for showing mercy just now! It has also allowed this junior to see that there are indeed some bizarre cultivation methods in the world!”

As he spoke, his eyes revealed a longing for the future of martial arts, a very beautiful yearning.

Zhang Feng felt a few tremors in his heart when he saw his expression, as if he had thought of himself in the infant world.

The same yearning for kung fu, the same longing for the future, as if feeling that martial arts had no end.

He and he were the same kind of people, both seekers of knowledge.

‘So there are some people who are like me.’

Zhang Feng thought for a few breaths, then suddenly turned around and walked to the river, looking out at the night view of the river in late spring.

“I won’t chat anymore, you can leave.

I’ve been away from the scene for too long now, and my people will definitely come looking.

It won’t be easy for you to escape by then.

Although you are also punishing evil and promoting good, the country has its laws, and we are on opposite sides, not the same kind of people.”

“Thank you, Director Zhang!” The businessman gave one last salute, retreated a few steps, and disappeared into the forest behind.

… …

In the next few days, Zhang Feng stayed in this city.

He was both investigating the Guest and waiting for the Guest’s call.

Although this situation sounded very complicated and conflicting, it was indeed happening now.

“I don’t know when that old Taoist will call.”

The sixth day.

Zhang Feng was so annoyed by waiting that he simply went back to the base camp in Junshan City.

He left Wang Dui and the others to take care of things here first.

When he returned to Junshan in the evening,

Zhang Feng didn’t go back to the bureau; instead, he went straight home to rest.

Too much thinking was useless; it was better to get a good night’s sleep.

Anyway, he had already met the businessman, and Zhang Feng felt that some emotions had been released, and he felt much more relaxed.

He just wanted to sleep now.

… …

This sleep was probably because he hadn’t rested well for a long time.

Zhang Feng slept soundly from ten o’clock that night until twelve o’clock the next day.

When he woke up, he didn’t feel refreshed; instead, half of his brain was dizzy.

But after resting for a while and taking a shower, he felt refreshed.

Then he went downstairs to buy some groceries and returned some missed calls.

In the afternoon, he cooked some dishes and ate his meal.

In the evening, he basked in the early summer sun on the balcony.

Zhang Feng felt pretty good.

But before long, Boss He suddenly called.

Zhang Feng thought about it and answered.

“What’s the matter?”

“Brother Zhang!” Boss He said with a hearty laugh, “I heard from Wang Dui that you’ve gone back these past two days?”

“Speak your mind.” Zhang Feng said directly, “I’m going to the task force later.”

“It’s still about my sister.” Boss He brought up the matter again and added, “Wang Dui also asked me to give you a message, Wang Dui said that the mental health expert he found has already arrived in Junshan City. Are you going to take some time to relieve the depression in your heart?”

… …

Three days later.

Sunday.

Dong Province, at the entrance of a park.

Zhang Feng looked at the girl, and the girl looked at Zhang Feng.

Compared to seeing a psychologist,

Zhang Feng still chose to look at the progress of the case in Dong Province and also take a look at the girl.

Was it also experiencing a different kind of blind date life?

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng remembered that Queen Mother had arranged several for him, but he would leave after meeting them once.

But this time, he had to accompany her to stroll in the park.

And then.

The two of them silently strolled in the park.

Zhang Feng didn’t speak because he didn’t know what to say, nor did he want to say anything.

The girl was a little shy and a little embarrassed; she didn’t know why either.

She wasn’t this serious when she first met Zhang Feng, but after thinking about it for a while, plus her older brother kept saying, ‘Instructor Zhang is a very capable person,’ then this feeling slowly intensified.

‘A grandmaster in his thirties?’ The girl secretly sized up Zhang Feng’s profile. Although she didn’t quite understand the concept of martial arts, she knew that Zhang Feng was the most powerful expert in the world.

So, she secretly sized up Zhang Feng, feeling too shy to speak.

Zhang Feng was thinking that since he had already come, and now there was nothing to say, then he would just recall the knowledge points from before.

After that, after a few days of getting along.

Because Zhang Feng always answered questions with 'Okay,' 'Good,' 'Uh-huh,' and 'Whatever.'

The girl initially found Zhang Feng a bit boring, and the novelty and admiration she felt for him quickly dissipated.

She felt that Zhang Feng probably didn't have any feelings for her.

Matters of the heart definitely can't be forced, or the flavor and nature will change.

Over the few days that Zhang Feng spent with the girl, his digestion and absorption increased by another 5 grams.

Practicing his skills could be done forcefully, which was a good thing.

… …

Two days later.

Because the Honored Guest still hadn't called.

Zhang Feng started to throw himself back into work, not wanting to think about these things anymore.

But on the afternoon of the sixth day.

Inside the special task force's small factory in Junshan City.

Beep beep—

Zhang Feng's phone rang.

He answered, "Hello?"

An aged voice came from the other end.

"Daoist friend."

It was the Honored Guest.

"You've finally called," Zhang Feng pretended to be taking a walk, leaving the factory, "I thought your junior had thrown away my phone number."

"That's not the case," the Honored Guest said honestly, "During the fourth Qi extraction last time, your special task force arrived too quickly, and all the key routes were blocked.

He and I hadn't evacuated yet, so we hid in the mountains on the south side of Lake Mountain, where there's no signal.

Now that he and I have just come down from the mountain, after charging the phone a bit, I called you."

"The south side of Lake Mountain?" Zhang Feng thought about the map around Lake City, "I really didn't think about searching the mountains there, because that area is relatively large, and even if we really searched, we wouldn't necessarily find you."

"Haha!" The Honored Guest laughed heartily, and then said as if he were an old friend, "The secret manual that Daoist friend gave to this poor Daoist, this poor Daoist has been studying for a long time."

The Honored Guest was first grateful, then sighed, "But this poor Daoist's vitality has declined, and I can't cultivate it, which has failed Daoist friend's good intentions."

"The method of劲力 indeed requires a strong physical condition," Zhang Feng deeply agreed, "Practicing it after the age of forty is already unsustainable."

"Exactly," the Honored Guest said, and then asked in return, "I wonder if Daoist friend can learn this poor Daoist's method?"

"I've already mastered it," Zhang Feng didn't hide it, and said, "Honored Guest, can we talk properly? Don't use classical Chinese, you're making me speak like that too."

"Hahaha… …" The Honored Guest laughed several times when he heard Zhang Feng's words, before his laughter stopped, "Zhang Feng, I thought you would say a lot of things, and would also ask me many things.

But I really didn't expect you to say these words.

Are these trivial matters important?"

"I don't know either," Zhang Feng didn't know why either, but now that he was talking to the Honored Guest, it really felt like chatting with a friend, very relaxed, "But I just wanted to say it.

Because I've read your secret technique, and you've also read my secret manual.

Although we've never met, and today is also the first time we're chatting.

But I don't know why, I always feel like we've known each other for a long time."

"Meeting friends through learning," the Honored Guest suddenly said such a phrase, and then told a story,

"Many years ago, I once stayed overnight at a dilapidated temple in the suburbs.

That day I was practicing boxing, and had some insights and opinions, fearing that I would forget them later, I went to the backyard, lifted a brick, and carved them on the back.

Two years later, I passed by here again, but I saw someone had discovered this brick, and replied to my insights.

That day, my interest greatly increased, and I added a few more sentences.

After half a year, I came here again, and he also added some insights."

The Honored Guest's tone was filled with reminiscence,

"Over the years, my and his insights filled the back of the broken temple's brick.

Then, a year later.

Five hundred miles west of the broken temple, in a small city.

That day I was traveling in the city, and I saw someone about the same age as me.

I don't know why, but I recognized him at a glance, it was the person who replied to my insights.

Coincidentally, he also recognized me.

The two of us became companions, traveling together through mountains and rivers.

It's just a pity, but after only ten years, he died of lung disease.

And that year, I painstakingly studied Yin-Yang medicine, and accidentally realized and deduced the method of internal organ training."

The Honored Guest's words were full of lamentation and remembrance for his old friend.

Zhang Feng listened quietly, without interrupting.

After a moment.

The Honored Guest suddenly said, "Zhang Feng, I feel that if I were to appear, you would definitely recognize me at a glance.

I would also be able to recognize you at a glance.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

It's just that now, I'm still short of one Qi, so I can't meet my friend.

But I can also tell Daoist friend that the last person must also be an evil person, this old Daoist never kills innocent people indiscriminately."

After speaking, the Honored Guest hung up the phone.

Zhang Feng looked at the phone for a while, and then took out the Honored Guest's portrait from his pocket.

He was an ordinary old man.

Not the aloof old Daoist that Zhang Feng had imagined, who was sober while the rest of the world was drunk.

Zhang Feng had imagined his appearance incorrectly.

The Honored Guest had also imagined it incorrectly.

… …

Several days later.

Zhang Feng sat blankly in the special task force.

Now, Zhang Feng didn't know what he was feeling, and didn't know what his mentality was.

If you said he regarded the Honored Guest as a friend.

Zhang Feng could very definitely say 'yes,' there was a kind of invisible spiritual connection, wanting to sit down and discuss Dao with him, exploring their respective understandings of martial arts.

But he wouldn't abandon the investigation and stop looking for him just because of a phone call.

It's just that, saying he wanted to continue looking for him, Zhang Feng was absent-minded, his thoughts empty.

Because Zhang Feng understood that he couldn't catch him.

This kind of indiscriminate killing originally didn't have much of a pattern.

And for a martial arts expert, killing someone was really like reaching into a bag to fetch something, without any difficulty.

'This old Daoist has really gone mad, and another person is bound to die.'

Zhang Feng shook his head, and didn't want to pray for the fifth criminal either, one was that he deserved to die, and two was that since he had been targeted by the Honored Guest, a master, then he was bound to die.

Although the Honored Guest was old, he had the Businessman, a great master, to help him, so dealing with a small character was still no problem.

It was just half a month later.

Zhang Feng was wandering around aimlessly, goofing off.

The phone rang.

He answered, it was the Businessman.

"Director Zhang, can we meet? I have something to say."

… …

Afternoon, outskirts of Junshan City.

Zhang Feng followed the dirt road and came to an uninhabited small pond.

The Businessman was spacing out by the pond.

"What do you need me for?"

Zhang Feng walked towards the Businessman.

This time he didn't have any intention of retreating, but instead sighed a long breath, and then cupped his hands towards Zhang Feng,

"Today I really have something to ask of Director Zhang, otherwise… … I wouldn't dare to call Director Zhang without authorization, causing Director Zhang trouble."

"Speak," Zhang Feng looked at the Businessman, and then focused on looking at the back of his hand, discovering that his calluses were a little less, "Well, not bad, you have some talent.

To be able to resonate your heart in a month is a prodigy."

"The old man also said that about me," the Businessman just revealed a smile, and then said formally, "I shouldn't say the old man now, but Master!

The old man has accepted me as a disciple!"

"Congratulations," Zhang Feng felt around in his pocket, but he really didn't have a gift for their first meeting.

"The day Master accepted me… …" The Businessman didn't care about any gifts, but instead continued to say,

"He actually wanted to invite you over to meet and pay respects, but after thinking about it, he still didn't dare, afraid that you would take both of us, master and disciple."

"That wouldn't happen," Zhang Feng shook his head with a smile, and then asked, "Didn't I ask you to persuade him? It's been another month now, how is he now? Did he listen to your advice?"

"No," the Businessman shook his head, "My master didn't listen, and he got angry at me when I tried to persuade him.

He said that I didn't understand, saying that it was like I didn't understand resonance before.

But when he cultivates immortal Qi and lets me see it, I will understand."

"This old Daoist is difficult to deal with." Zhang Feng didn't know what to say, so he could only pat the businessman's shoulder and say, "Can you take me to see him? I want to meet your honored guest."

"This..." The businessman suddenly looked sad, "I came to you today because my master disappeared yesterday after I practiced internal organ resonance... I don't know where he went."

"He's over a hundred years old, and sometimes he gets confused and wanders off. I'm really afraid something will happen to him."

"I came to Director Zhang today because I really have no other choice. I want to ask Director Zhang to find him. I can provide all the information I know..."

The businessman was very worried about his master.

Because the honored guest really had mental problems, some delusions.

After hearing these things, Zhang Feng pondered for a few seconds before saying, "Give me all the information you know."

"After you give it to me, you should leave. Your portrait and fingerprints have already been recorded in many places."

"You probably can't stay in the country anymore."

"As for your master, I will go find him."

Zhang Feng paused for several seconds before saying, "After I find him, I will hand him over to you, and you take him away."

"Thank you, Director Zhang!" The businessman suddenly knelt down on both knees, thanking Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng barely managed to hold him up, not letting him kneel, "Let's find him first. Do you know approximately where he is?"

"Junshan City, he's here!" The businessman took out his phone, "I've edited a lot of unsent text messages in it, with everything I know on them."

After handing the phone to Zhang Feng, he bowed again and said, "Director Zhang! Please forgive me for calling you that, but after you find my master, you don't have to bother sending him over."

"Tell him that I'm at the port in Southwest City, waiting for him to take the last bit of Qi."

"Southwest Port is where he found me before. He remembers this."

"I've already contacted the ship and am waiting for him there."

'He's an orphan? Did the honored guest raise him?' Zhang Feng also knew why their relationship was so deep.

He also knew why the businessman's strength was clearly higher than the honored guest's, but he still revered the honored guest like a god.

"Okay."

Zhang Feng agreed.

...

That night, after Zhang Feng had just sorted out the information on the phone, he also knew what the so-called gathering of the five Qi was.

Just like he thought, it was fake.

The general process was that they first killed people with various swords and took organ parts.

After taking them down, they burned Wu Chen incense, which could absorb odors, to create a kind of smoke.

Then the old Daoist would take out an ordinary gourd the size of a palm and circle it around the smoke, which was gathering Qi.

According to the old Daoist, that was a Five Elements Yin Yang Bottle, which collected the five elements of Qi.

But the businessman pointed out that the so-called Yin Yang Bottle was actually the old Daoist's friend's wine gourd.

Since the old Daoist's friend passed away twenty years ago, the old Daoist had become ill from missing his friend and had become somewhat crazy.

'This old Daoist.'

Zhang Feng shook his head, sorted out the information in his hand, and was thinking about whether to submit it to the special task force and try to borrow official resources.

Before two minutes had passed, the phone rang.

In the western suburbs of Junshan City, a 'golden sword killing' occurred.

...

A little after seven in the evening.

Zhang Feng led the team and quickly arrived at the scene.

After confirmation, it was done by the honored guest, and the deceased was a drug dealer.

"The five Qi are gathered." Team Wang shook his head after seeing it, "If he's really cultivating immortality as Director Zhang said, then he shouldn't commit crimes again."

"But should we still merge the cases?"

"Yes." Zhang Feng glanced around and saw a talisman.

"You guys collect the evidence first."

Zhang Feng instructed, and then followed the direction of the talisman to the eastern suburb's national highway on the left.

...

Twenty minutes later.

Outside the national highway.

An ordinary-looking white-haired old man in ordinary clothes stood quietly by the road.

He was no different from ordinary people, just silently watching the traffic, perhaps recalling his younger days.

Zhang Feng walked up to him and looked at him.

He also withdrew his thoughts and looked at Zhang Feng, whom he had never met, "Fellow Daoist, I recognize you."

Zhang Feng nodded, but recognized the honored guest based on the portrait, "It's me."

He asked, "Leave?"

Zhang Feng didn't know where he was going, but seeing his enthusiastic appearance, he was also curious,

"Leave."

Zhang Feng and the honored guest smiled at each other, and the two began to walk aimlessly, away from the dust of the city, to the farther suburbs.

They walked like this for ten minutes, for an hour.

They walked all night.

The two climbed a high mountain and came to the bottom of the peak at the top.

There was a small platform here, and looking around from the edge, there was also a sense of misty clouds.

At this time, the sky was slightly bright, and warm sunlight shone on the cold mountain peak.

The honored guest was interesting, he took off his coat, revealing the Daoist robe he was wearing inside, which seemed very important.

But it was precisely when he put on the Daoist robe.

Zhang Feng found that he was exactly the same as the honored guest he had imagined, that free and easy old Daoist.

At the same time, the honored guest carefully took out a gourd from his arms, slowly opened it, and said to Zhang Feng in a literary manner:

"This mountain is called Yunshan, and this peak secretly fits the formation eye of the five elements."

"And this Yin Yang bottle contains the five Qi. When the poor Daoist swallows it, with the power of the five elements of Yunshan, he can become an immortal and attain the Dao."

"If the poor Daoist succeeds, he will definitely guide fellow Daoist to ascend to immortality."

"Yes." Zhang Feng looked at the honored guest with a smile. There was actually nothing in his bottle, and this mountain was not so mysterious.

Zhang Feng was well-versed in Yin Yang medical principles and was not so easily deceived.

If it were an outsider, they might really be fooled by the old Daoist.

But Zhang Feng also knew that persuasion was useless, so he said:

"Forget it, I'll persuade you after you 'ascend'."

"Do you want to say that this is false again?" The honored guest shook his head slightly, "If so, fellow Daoist, don't say it."

"Okay." Zhang Feng nodded and sat on a large rock, "Please."

It was useless to say more, wait for him to fail and then talk.

It would be easy to say anything then.

"If the upper realm doesn't accept you." Zhang Feng pointed to himself again and joked, "You and I can just discuss the Dao in the lower realm. I still have many things I want to ask you, and your apprentice is also waiting for you."

"Okay!" The honored guest laughed heartily, stepped on the seven-star step, and sat in front of the mountain.

The sun was shining brightly on the side of the mountain behind him, and he also took out the gourd and, with the help of the rising sun, poured the non-existent Qi into his mouth.

After that, he sat cross-legged in front of the mountain, as if meditating, or as if contemplating.

But after a moment, he opened his eyes.

His eyes had doubt, relief, and the disappointment of shattered hope.

And the sun in the sky was as warm as ever, not only shining on the front of the mountain, but also shining on the southwest hundreds of miles away, shining on the port, shining on the businessman who was waiting bitterly for his master.

The businessman looked up at the warm early sun.

Under the early sun.

Zhang Feng looked at the honored guest in front of the mountain.

His body was shrouded in warm sunlight, and the doubtful look in his eyes slowly became as clear and awake as a child's,

"Fellow Daoist, disciple, I have seen it, I have seen it...\nIn this world...\nThere are no immortals at all..."

As soon as the words fell, the honored guest's heart died, his body fell forward, his vitality dissipated, and his life ended in front of the mountain.