Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 546 Are you really from the Sword Sect?

Perhaps synchronicity truly exists in this world; as Zhang Ze and his team progressed through different stages of their project, the things they unearthed also changed.

In the current stage of the sacred tree's root-penetrating process, what is unearthed is no longer the innate spiritual treasure, the acquired water monkey, or the old zongzi, but has become a human.

All sorts of old people.

There was a Taoist priest who got lost in Longhu Mountain and got carried away with his adventures.

There are unlucky guys who get themselves into trouble by doing their own dirty work.

There was an old demon who, in order to escape the pursuit of the righteous path, sought a place to hide, and then fell asleep while hiding, forgetting to come out of the mountain.

There is an old man with paranoia who hates the world's hustle and bustle, thinks everyone in the world is an idiot except himself, and refuses to communicate with anyone until he reaches the pinnacle of self-cultivation.

Although these people are not as old as Xiao Jing, who has already been killed, the youngest of them are over a hundred years old.

They look and feel quite spacious.

However, the most surprising discovery was this spring, near the northern border, where an entire sect of lunatics was unearthed.

West of Wangyang City, beneath a frozen glacier, a sect called the Turtle Breath Sect was unearthed.

Unlike ordinary small-scale speculation or ruthless operations.

The Turtle Breath Sect as a whole can be described as harmonious and loving, but lacking in common sense.

They do not practice evil arts, do not cultivate divine skills, do not go out to seek opportunities, and do not work for the six sects to earn extra money. Their sect's only tenet is the tortoise.

They believed that time was the greatest path to immortality, and that as long as one could survive long enough, there would be a future.

Humans experience joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness; a hundred years of youthful beauty; the stubborn rock remains silent, eternally eternal.

Those who practiced the art of tortoise breathing learned from stones, burying themselves deep in the earth in an attempt to live as long as heaven and earth.

When the monks who planted the trees dug them out, they didn't even realize it at first, mistaking them for a group of strange humanoid stones.

It wasn't until they dug out their sect leader, who had been hiding the best, that they realized these things were actually people.

Strictly speaking, these cultivators of the Turtle Breath Sect were no longer considered human when they were unearthed.

They have almost no mental fluctuations, and their bodies are petrified inside and out; even the sea sponges on the ocean floor are more vibrant than them.

If it weren't for the fact that Old Tang liked to wander around back then, and had heard rumors about the Turtle Breath Sect before they buried him alive, and had written them down as a joke, he wouldn't even have been able to find out the name of the Turtle Breath Sect.

The old traditional Chinese medicine doctor from Yaowang Valley who was present at the time shook his head repeatedly after just one glance, indicating that there was no point in trying to save him.

"I think the Guixi Sect should be renamed the Guixi Sect."

Finally, having no other choice, the cultivators present dug a hole next to them and buried them back in, thus getting to the point.

Of course, if all the unearthed old eagles were like these tortoise-breathing immortals, that would save us a lot of trouble.

Unfortunately, this type of mental illness is still in the minority; the most common type unearthed is the autistic old man.

Dealing with these people was somewhat troublesome, but fortunately, Old Tang came up with an idea: he suggested that Zhang Ze become their life mentor.

Using his unusual physical condition, he conducted talk therapy on these autistic elderly people, helping them reintegrate into society and become kind-hearted elderly people who love life and help children cross the street.

Let's also test the upper limit of the power of the Sacred Tree, Zhang Ze, and the Amplification Tower.

It is precisely for this reason that this little dark room, which is written as Zhang Ze Miao Miao House but secretly called "the boss's mind control and brainwashing laboratory" by the unofficial history queen Lily, came into being.

Today marks the one-month anniversary of Mr. Zhang's Wonderful House opening to guests.

Zhang Ze shook his robes and began his shift for the day.

By this time, he was already very familiar with the process.

He snapped his fingers, and little Daidai-hime and Fu-hime appeared beside him.

Daidai-hime is holding a flowerpot with a tiny sacred tree growing on it, while Xiaofu-hime is holding a small amplification tower.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, looked like two little door gods.

The colorless light spread out from Zhang Ze, but then quickly disappeared, replaced by a starry sky realm with a full moon hanging in the sky.

The dazed Ji's dull thoughts, the chaotic mind of the Fu Ji, and the aloof and handsome Zhang Ze's soul were linked together, forming a mental network.

This realm is what Lily calls "Your Moon, My Heart, Boss's Succubus Hut".

After this realm was stabilized, Zhang Ze said that the preparations for brainwashing were also completed.

The next step is to break the turtle shell.

Zhang Ze unleashed his Infinite Face Sword Formation, and a borrowed staff called the Old Magic Wand, used to break the formation, appeared in his hand.

It is said that this staff once belonged to an old demon, and after years of refinement, it was specially made to break through the locking formation.

Arriving at the sealed purple array, Zhang Ze looked at the eye at the center of the array, gestured a couple of times, and then took out a hammer.

Aiming at the center of the formation, he struck with the force of a chisel, and the old magic wand pierced directly into the center of the formation.

The entire purple magic circle trembled for a moment, then vanished with a bang.

The reclusive old man inside also fell out with a thud.

This autistic old man was wearing a crane robe. His hair was gray, but his face looked very young. However, his tightly furrowed brows seemed to tell many stories.

……

Wang Ge was completely stunned when he discovered that the closed-door cultivation formation had been broken.

He remained seated cross-legged on the ground, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a sticky, black little doll holding a flowerpot, hooking its foot around him.

The tiny, three-inch-tall boy stretched out his two-meter-eight-meter-long legs, his little feet pushing up and down, his big toe and second toe snapping together, squeezing his thigh muscles.

It's so tight it hurts.

'What's wrong with this little girl? Where am I?'

"You're awake. Don't worry, you're still a boy."

Confused, Wang Ge suddenly heard a gentle voice. Turning around, he saw a handsome young man standing behind him.

He was holding a black stick in his hand and looking at me with a gentle expression.

Wang Ge stared at Zhang Ze and uttered his first words since emerging from seclusion, "You wanted to ambush me?"

Zhang Ze's smile remained unchanged as he naturally denied it, saying, "No."

However, although he said that, he was indeed making similar plans, because it was part of the test.

When a breakthrough is sudden, it is the time when people are most likely to let their guard down and reveal their true nature.

By having the little silly girl flirt and test the waters, you can get a preliminary idea of ​​the person's character and personality just by observing their reaction.

Furthermore, being within Zhang Ze's mental network domain, this judgment can be considered 100% accurate.

This judgment naturally determined Zhang Ze's subsequent methods and attitude in his therapy.

If someone isn't a good person, give them a good whack first.

As for why it was Daidai-hime who was testing the waters...

Firstly, like Fukihime, she won't die as long as there's only one lump left.

Secondly, she's a bit dim-witted and easily fooled by Fu Ji; now she just follows Fu Ji's every command.

The trick of trapping people with her feet was taught to her by Fuhime.

Zhang Ze put away the old magic wand, turned to face him, picked up the silly girl who was still pinching people with her toes, and then rolled her two-meter-eight-meter-long legs back like a toilet paper roll before speaking to Wang Ge.

"Please get up first, let's go over there to talk."

Zhang Ze pointed to the small tea table over there.

However, after Zhang Ze finished speaking, Wang Ge didn't move at all, just staring straight at Zhang Ze.

Seeing this, Zhang Ze thought to himself that this was a bit troublesome.

He had encountered this situation before. Those who did this were usually arrogant and unyielding, with a strong backbone that could not bend even slightly.

No matter how old they are, they are just like young masters.

Although Zhang Ze has his own methods, talking to this kind of person is a waste of your emotions.

However, just as Zhang Ze was preparing to bring out the props, Wang Ge spoke up.

"Wait a minute, my legs are numb, and I need to figure out how to walk."

Zhang Ze, "..."

It has to be said that this is indeed a new discovery; it was the first time Zhang Ze had ever encountered someone so isolated that they forgot how to walk.

Daidai Ji seemed to empathize, and upon hearing this, she immediately said "oh" and broke free from Zhang Ze's grasp.

She twisted to the ground, stretched out her two-meter-eight-meter-long legs again, and began to demonstrate to Wang Ge how to transform from a lump into a person.

Wang Ge, “.”

Whether it was Wang Ge's own recollection or the effect of Daidaiji's demonstration, Wang Ge finally stood up from the ground without anyone's help. He went to the table, and Zhang Ze poured him a cup of tea.

"First of all, I have to apologize to you. We didn't dig you out on purpose. Secondly, we had no malicious intent..."

Looking at the expressionless Wang Ge, Zhang Ze simply explained his identity as a disciple of the Sword Sect without providing any further information.

Talk therapy must be done step by step.

After introducing himself, Zhang Ze began his routine.

"Name?" Zhang Ze asked, holding up a small notebook.

"Wang Ge".

Zhang Ze: "I didn't ask for your nickname, I asked for your name."

Wang Ge, “.”

Perhaps out of habit, Mr. Wang was too lazy to explain and casually made up a story, "Wang Batian."

But Wang Ge didn't expect Zhang Ze to believe it so readily.

Zhang Ze nodded. "Yes, Senior Batian, right? Now let me tell you about the current situation in the Four Continents."

Wang Ge opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't explain. He looked down at the reflection in the teacup and remained silent.

As Zhang Ze narrated, Wang Ge gradually fell into a strange calm.

Zhang Ze's voice seemed to have a kind of magic; although he was talking about completely unrelated things, false memories kept popping up from the bottom of his heart.

We cultivated together, stole underwear together, ran together in the sunset, and lost our families together.
Wang Ge suddenly raised his head, his mind clear. His aura surged, purple energy rose, and transformed into a dragon that swallowed Zhang Ze whole.

Zhang Ze didn't move, but the old demon's staff beside him suddenly extended and blocked the dragon's mouth.

With another slight tremor, the dragon instantly transformed into purple smoke and scattered.

However, Zhang Ze was not angry, nor did he use any forceful means.

During their conversation, he and Wang Ge were in a very close and intimate state. Although he didn't impolitely check Wang Ge's memories, he still felt the intense emotions he felt.

Burning in flames, suffering unbearable pain, only revenge can bring relief.

"Senior, is the reason you went into seclusion to seek revenge?" Zhang Ze asked curiously.

Wang Ge was still in shock that his all-out attack had been easily neutralized.

After Zhang Ze asked again, he said with a self-deprecating laugh, "There are no seniors, just fools who have wasted a hundred years."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly relaxed, whether because of Zhang Ze's strength or his current situation.

Wang Ge picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp. "Since you've already guessed it, I'll just tell you the truth."

"Wang comes from a humble background, unlike you six clans who are high and mighty. He has been troubled by love all his life and has wasted his time until now."

"Indeed, as you said, my seclusion was for revenge."

"The abbot of the Futu Temple on Qingyun Mountain is my enemy."

"He killed my whole family. I survived only to wait for an opportunity to take revenge."

"Unexpectedly, when I reached the Core Formation stage, the Abbot of Futu Temple had already reached the Nascent Soul stage and even had close ties with your six sects, becoming a renowned and righteous sect."

"It is already extremely difficult to take revenge, and I was also discovered by that old thief Futu."

"Fortunately, I had a secret treasure with me, which allowed me to fake my death and escape."

Wang Ge stopped mid-sentence because he felt someone touching him.

Turning around, I saw that it was the little girl named Daidai Ji, who was stretching out her long legs and patting her head with her foot.

Is this meant to comfort?
"Ahem." Zhang Ze coughed lightly, then grabbed Daidai Ji back and rolled her legs back up.

Distracted like this, Wang Ge lost his mood for telling the story and spoke frankly.

"I am an ordinary person. I am too lazy to listen to the affairs of the world, nor is it my place to listen."

"I don't understand the big picture, nor do I understand the endless cycle of revenge."

"If you believe that my actions will disrupt the Six Sects' plan, then so be it."

“Then let’s settle scores and avenge our grievances,” Zhang Ze replied.

"Indeed. Huh? What did you say?" Wang Ge didn't react.

Zhang Ze: "To get revenge."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Daidai Ji chimed in, swinging her little feet, but was quickly slapped by Xiao Fu Ji and shut her mouth.

Wang Ge, "You want me to take revenge?"

Zhang Ze: "Yes, after all, there's a Buddhist saying: 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.' That's the principle; only by letting go can you pick up something new."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ge frowned slightly, wondering what Zhang Ze meant. He had just said that revenge was the only way to settle scores, but now he was telling him to let it go.

But before he could ask a question, Zhang Ze spoke again.

"The so-called 'letting go' means putting down the outdated weapon of the butcher's knife and picking up the advanced magic weapon of the Buddha's Thousand Machine Gatling gun."

"Seclusion is not advisable; keeping up with the times is the right path. At the same time, we must not forget to protect ourselves and remember to practice Buddhist meditation when firing a gun."

As Wang Ge listened to Zhang Ze's ramblings, his brows furrowed even deeper.

Were the Sword Sect and the Buddhist Sect like this before?
Zhang Ze: "The person you want to fight with is the abbot of Futu Temple, right? Hmm, let me check first."

"Hey, what a coincidence! This time we don't even need a three-court trial. Brother Wang, come with me."

Zhang Ze put away the small walnuts, ignoring what Wang Ge thought, and pulled him out of the intimate chat room.

Wang Ge was completely bewildered until Zhang Ze pulled him to the Sword Tomb behind the Sword Pavilion.

Next to the Sword Tomb is a dungeon where the Hundred Demon Sect cultivators captured during the Qinghe Gathering are imprisoned.

As Zhang Ze walked, he said, "Back then, the Hundred Demons Sect set up secret bases in various parts of the Eastern Continent, pretending to be a righteous and prestigious sect, and plotting wicked deeds."

"However, just a few years ago during the Qinghe Gathering, they were all executed, and even the Hundred Demon Sect was eradicated."

"And the abbot of the Futu Temple on Qingyun Mountain that you are looking for is one of the leaders of the Dark Helms."

"Look, it's locked up here."

After Zhang Ze finished speaking, he turned to the side and pointed to the old man huddled in the corner of the cell.

Looking at the dirty old man in front of him, Wang Ge was momentarily dazed, finding it hard to reconcile the image of the seemingly respectable old man in his memory.

He stepped forward and kicked the cell door, causing a ripple to appear on the golden array patterns, which caught the attention of the old man inside.

The old man turned around and met Wang Ge's gaze.

But soon the old man turned his head away and crawled into the corner, as if he was afraid.

"Do you know me?" Wang Ge asked.

"I don't know, I've already told you everything, don't ask me, go ask someone else!" The old man's voice was sobbing, completely lacking any air of a master or dignity.

Wang Ge opened his mouth, his expression complicated.

Finally, he sighed and gave an address: "Wo Niu Ling, Huai Village."

The abbot of Futu Temple remained unmoved until Wang Ge uttered the words "Innate Amethyst Wood," at which point the old man suddenly raised his head.

He climbed to the edge of the cell door, looked up at Wang Ge, and then suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha, cowherd, it really is you, it really is you!"

"Heh, you're here for revenge, aren't you? Hehehe, hahaha! But what does your revenge have to do with me?"

"If you hadn't found that innate treasure, how could I have harbored such evil intentions? You have only yourself to blame!"

The old man rambled on and on, acting extremely mad, constantly describing the details of his massacre of the village years ago, which provoked Wang Ge.

However, Wang Ge's expression gradually changed from anger to calm.

"You're courting death," Wang Ge said.

The old man was visibly taken aback upon hearing this, but he quickly resumed his cursing.

Wang Ge ignored his enemy, who was determined to die, and turned to Zhang Ze, asking, "What exactly did you do to him?"

Zhang Ze said, "Going to jail isn't a blessing. To make him atone for his sins, we had him participate in some small experiments that would benefit the progress of the Four Continents."

Wang Ge, "?"

Seeing that Wang Ge didn't understand, Zhang Ze handed Wang Ge a copy of the old man's attendance record for the month.

Looking at his watch, Wang Ge frowned slightly, feeling that it was indeed somewhat cruel.

What is meant by "Testing the effect of pufferfish toxin on the flavor of pancakes"?
What is meant by "Testing the Explosive Effect of Miniature Thousand-Machine Thunder on the Bladder"?
After returning the attendance and labor reform sheet to Zhang Ze, Wang Ge remained silent for a long time before finally asking the question that had been weighing on his mind.

"Are you really from the Sword Sect?"

(End of this chapter)