There's something wrong with me

Chapter 140 Return to Lingshan
I'm so dizzy, extremely dizzy.

After making a subconscious choice.

When Zhang Feng looked out the window at a driveway wall a hundred meters away, he suddenly felt a violent, distorted sensation as if it had 'flashed' into his eyes.

The intense visual fluctuations and strange occurrences caused Zhang Feng to subconsciously stand up from his seat and take a half-step back to avoid the wall hitting his face.

"What's wrong, sir?"

Several passengers around looked at Zhang Feng curiously when they saw him suddenly stand up.

"fine."

Zhang Feng shook his head, and when he looked at the connecting area between the carriages ahead again, it also felt as if it had suddenly appeared before his eyes.

But this time he was on guard, so Zhang Feng stood very steadily and found it quite fun.

Because when you don't look at it carefully, it suddenly reappears at the original link.

Then, when I looked at it more closely, it magically reappeared before my eyes.

'interesting. '

Zhang Feng felt great, and he felt as if his eyes had been 'changed' or rather, evolved in a regular way.

It's like being able to see in the dark.

But that one was relatively peaceful, while this one was a bit 'scary' at first.

'This rule should work in conjunction with the commander's hat to create a coordinated system.'

Zhang Feng then began to miss his hat.
'With a visual acuity correction of 1.5, plus this visual distance, and my own visual field distance is already quite high.'

Therefore, by combining these factors, I can accurately perceive any object within 5 kilometers as being "viewed at close range."

As Zhang Feng sat back down in his chair, he fell into deep thought.

"Among them, this 'close-up viewing' is amazing."

Like the world's best sniper, capable of taking down enemies from 3000 meters away.

But if he were to aim at me now, he could only do so through the scope.

At a glance, I could see the fine hairs on his face, as well as the force he exerted with the gun barrel and his hand.

Theoretically speaking, as long as I can see him the moment he fires, with my speed, I can not only easily avoid the sniper's shot, but also catch him in a short time.

Furthermore, now that it's enhanced, I can quickly detect subtle dangers from afar, dangers that are difficult to spot.

Zhang Feng pondered, feeling that this enhancement was quite outrageous.

……

night.

We returned to the village we had left long ago.

Standing at the cement entrance to the village, Zhang Feng looked into the distance with some disbelief.

Because many small buildings have been built here, and there are also specially constructed cement roads.

But when I left, this place was still a miserable place, with terrible dirt roads everywhere.

The villagers' houses are all old-fashioned brick and tile houses, or even mud-brick houses with thatched roofs.

'What a big change!'

This was also the first time Zhang Feng had experienced such a significant change in his living location.

The shock and strange feeling made the place seem unfamiliar, awkward, and quite poignant.

Zhang Feng had never experienced this feeling before, not even in the world of the train commander.

Ultimately, it's about how things change with the times, and everything you're familiar with basically follows those changes.

But I left this home, this hometown, more than 30 years ago.

"Arrest me..."

Just then, the sound of children playing and laughing came from not far away.

Zhang Feng looked over and saw several children who were about five or six years old.

He put his hand into his pocket.

Zhang Feng walked over and took out a few candies.

"Come."

Zhang Feng looked at the children who were staring at him curiously.
"Answer a few questions for Grandpa, and these candies are yours."

The children didn't answer; instead, they were wary of Zhang Feng.

This person has a strong sense of vigilance; it's obvious they were instilled with this knowledge by a literate older sister.

However, Zhang Feng then realized that it was probably because his Mandarin was not in tune with the local dialect that he seemed strange.

So Zhang Feng repeated the question he had just asked in his hometown dialect.

They heard their familiar hometown dialect.

One of the older children asked Zhang Feng curiously, "Where are you from? Why do you speak our language? We've never seen you before in the village."

"Leaving home young and returning old?" Zhang Feng suddenly remembered a poem when he heard them say this.

Now, I look quite presentable. I went out in my youth and middle age, and now, decades later, my hair is gray.

Toot—

At the same time, a mid-range sedan emerged from the village, driven by two young people.

Zhang Feng didn't know where his home was or where Pingping was. Seeing that the children were wary of him, he stood slightly in the middle of the road and flagged down a car.

Ask the older folks.

刹—

The car stopped five meters in front of Zhang Feng.

In the driver's seat, a young man in his early twenties leaned out and asked Zhang Feng curiously, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

"I've been away for so many years, I don't know where the old house is anymore." Zhang Feng said with a smile, "Let me ask around, is Village Chief Zhao still there? Is Pingping still there?"
I know them.

"You know my great-grandfather?" The young man in the passenger seat, upon hearing that Zhang Feng knew the village chief, immediately leaned out and asked, "Who are you?"

“Zhang Feng.” Zhang Feng pointed to the east side, “The medicinal herb fields over there in Haozigou are my land.”

"Zhang Feng?" He paused for a few seconds, then tentatively asked, "Zhang's great-grandfather?"

"Uncle Zhang?" Just then, the back door opened, revealing a man in his fifties.

He was wearing a suit and had the air of a CEO.

Now he has contracted and purchased most of the medicinal herb fields in the village, and then helps the villagers sell them.

Zhang Feng glanced at him, feeling that he was quite familiar and knowing who he was, but he forgot his name.

"Uncle Zhang, it's me!" He was very excited when he saw Zhang Feng.
"I am Tianwazi! Tianwazi!"

"Back when you were growing medicinal herbs, I was that little kid who went to your field every day to catch the pests for you. Uncle, don't you remember me?"

……

Village Chief Zhao is in his eighties this year and is still in relatively good health.

Pingping is in her sixties and in good health.

Especially this year, her daughter-in-law gave birth to a grandson, so she'll soon be a grandmother.

Of course, the hospital didn't tell him whether it was a granddaughter or a grandson.

This is what Zhang Feng diagnosed after taking her daughter-in-law's pulse when he came back today and had nothing else to do.

"Brother Zhang, are you still going out?"

After leaving the pregnant woman's room, we went into the courtyard.

Pingping, the outgoing village chief Zhao, and a group of elderly villagers watched with bated breath as this "farming god" helped them become wealthy.

Zhang Feng looked at them and smiled, "I haven't been going out for the past few years because I learned a new prescription."

As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked separately at Pingping, whose youthful beauty was long gone and who now only had a face full of wrinkles, and asked, "Have you been writing down all the reports on medicinal plant cultivation over the past few decades?"

“I wrote it down!” Pingping looked at Zhang Feng with admiration. “Brother Zhang, I have remembered everything you asked me to do. I have written down every single report.”

"Hmm." Zhang Feng nodded, feeling that the people Wen Zi initially arranged were all quite genuine.

But then I thought about it more carefully.

It seems there are no bad people on my path of cultivation, because if there are bad people around, I will find a way to kill them if I encounter them.

You run into someone with a bad temper.

Not enough words to speculate.

We don't talk to each other or see each other at all.

So, there really aren't any bad people left.

……

In a blink of an eye.

Spring goes and summer comes.

Summer, the forty-eighth year since I came into this world.

In recent years, Zhang Fengdu has been like an old farmer, never leaving the village again.

Through these years of study, and with the decades of knowledge compiled by Pingping, I have also benefited from this.

Zhang Feng has thoroughly mastered the training method of Dan Jin and has also completely broken down the Dan Jin prescription.

The research is almost complete now.

Moreover, Zhang Feng also possessed a wealth of practical experience from the villagers.

This has greatly improved the care and production of drugs.

Furthermore, Zhang Feng specifically set aside time to write these down from memory, and studied them with Pingping to further summarize his gains.

This nearly fifty-year life has been full of fruitful achievements.

It's a massive development, with an extended world that lays a super foundation.

Nowadays, prescriptions, medicinal materials, magical arts, and elixirs are all mentioned.

I've mastered almost all four major areas of knowledge.

There are still two years left, and we can definitely get everything done. There's plenty of time.

Exactly.

Zhang Feng decided to take a trip to Daling Mountain.

Because the medicinal herbs and related drugs have just been planted, we're just waiting around anyway.

……

Ten days later, at Daling Mountain.

Zhang Feng, carrying a knife, was searching for rat holes all over the mountains.

Huhu—

Zhang Feng walked through the complex forest, covering more than a hundred meters with each step. With his enhanced eyesight, he could easily avoid the surrounding trees.

When you get tired of searching, take a break, and then start searching again.

On the morning of the first day, only a small portion of Daling Mountain had been searched.

Zhang Feng saw a man-made tunnel at the foot of a mountain.

See this.

Zhang Feng, skilled and daring, went straight in with his knife. This tunnel wasn't as winding as those in other worlds; instead, it was a single path leading into a mountain cave.

This cave is like any other cave with mechanisms found in the world.

There are large rocks and a platform.

It's just more refined here.

It not only has pulleys and stone city gates, but also some Taoist talismans pasted on them.

Zhang Feng glanced at them and immediately felt they were too simple; these talismans were just for show and had no effect.

'That mountain hermit has truly gone mad.'

Zhang Feng stepped in front of the stone and casually removed all the talismans.

'Spiritual thoughts are one's own spiritual thoughts. Although they can temporarily attach themselves to external objects, they cannot be maintained indefinitely.'

Even with my current six-dimensional spiritual senses, I can't do that, and I easily removed his talisman, something he couldn't do either.

Remove the talisman.

Zhang Feng looked around and saw that there were no rat holes here.

It seems the rats haven't come out yet, so it's a good time to catch them all.

Unfortunately, the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain has probably reached the end of his lifespan, or something else has happened to him that led to him locking up his precious rat.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng didn't waste any time; he went up to the platform and immediately started moving the mechanism.

With a rumbling sound, the large stone slowly fell, a mechanism more ingenious and pleasing to the eye than the original one.

But as the large rock fell, a dozen rats, each the size of a mongrel dog, peered out.

Zhang Feng was not in a good mood.

"Squeak!"

The moment they saw Zhang Feng, they seemed to have not eaten for a long time, or perhaps they had seen fresh meat, and they rushed towards him.

But behind them, a two-legged rat, which had originally intended to pounce on Zhang Feng and enjoy the meal that had been delivered, was standing on two legs.

But then it seemed to realize something, and let out a mournful cry, trying to make its offspring retreat.

However, it only took a blink of an eye.

Zhang Feng moved through the swarm of rats like the wind and arrived in front of it.

The rats on the road were decapitated, with blood and corpses scattered on the ground.

at the same time.

After examining the strange rat, Zhang Feng was about to kill it.

The two-legged mouse squeaked a few words, displaying a human-like plea for mercy, speaking in an unfamiliar human voice:
"Master... Uncle-Master... Nephew was wrong..."

'Uncle-Master?'

Upon hearing the words "Uncle-Master," Zhang Feng paused, his hand holding the knife still.

Looking back, it seems that when I was about to part ways with Ling Shan Da Xian, a little mouse squeaked at me.

The Master of Lingshan said at the time, 'It called itself its senior uncle.'

Could this be it?
Zhang Feng pondered, then looked at it again and saw that it had already mastered some martial arts and its spiritual sense had also been cultivated to a certain extent, with subtle spiritual energy swirling around its body.

His natural talent is quite good, on par with that of the businessman, this 'human'.

Furthermore, now that it can speak human language, it has indeed become a "spirit."

“You are indeed a prodigy.” Zhang Feng shook his head and said, “If we let you go, you will surely reach the Dan Jin level and cultivate three spiritual thoughts within fifty years, becoming a scourge to the world.”

Zhang Feng ignored its human-like, desperate gaze and looked at the cavern beside it.
“This dungeon cannot hold you, nor can it keep you here.”

"Uncle Master..."

刷—

The blade flashed, beheading the rat and silencing its words.

Without stopping, Zhang Feng entered the rat hole and killed the remaining rats inside.

Wait until they're all killed.

Zhang Feng emerged from the cave and arrived at the city gate, where he once again examined the exquisite mechanisms.

'Master, no matter how elaborate your arrangements are, mice will always dig holes and break through.'

Unless you cover the entire cavern with traps.

Zhang Feng shook his head and looked at the mechanism above again.

It's just a pity that I only met the Great Immortal of Lingshan once in this world.

Now they are separated by death.

Forget it, let's go back to the village, organize what we've learned, and then take a look at our own vegetable garden.

Time is tight, indeed; there's no time to find his grave or visit him.

……

They came out of the cave.

Zhang Feng shook the blood off his knife, ready to retire gracefully, throw the knife away, and go home.

However, we had just arrived at the door.

A familiar figure drifted in from afar, as if riding the wind, carrying two small deer in its hands.

Zhang Feng looked and realized, "Oh no, the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain is still alive!"
But he killed all the disciples he had raised.

That's a bit hard to say.

"You... fellow Daoist?!"

At the same time, the Great Immortal of Lingshan also saw the old man at the door and vaguely remembered that this old man was Zhang Feng, whom he had met decades ago!
Such extraordinary talent, coupled with the fact that the Great Immortal of Lingshan also possessed spiritual awareness, left a deep impression.

"It's me, Daoist Master." Zhang Feng didn't know what to say, since the rat hadn't harmed anyone yet.

But since the deed has already been done, and even the Great Immortal of Lingshan has begun to shut them down, it must be because he knows these things are difficult to deal with.

So Zhang Feng still wanted to say something.

But the next second, the Great Immortal of Lingshan didn't stray far from Zhang Feng this time. Instead, he rode the wind for a few steps and floated to a spot ten meters away from Zhang Feng.
“The Taoist priest I am observing has spiritual energy emanating from his surroundings, even deeper than that of me.”

I know that as long as you can see me, it will be difficult for me to leave.

"Let's talk face-to-face."

"If it weren't for the Taoist priest, Zhang Feng wouldn't have been able to cultivate immortal techniques." Zhang Feng replied casually, preparing to talk about the rat hole and get to the point as soon as possible.

The Great Immortal of Lingshan put the deer down, and then, with mixed feelings, began to speak about the matter:

"If I'm not mistaken, you must have killed them all."

"Yes." Zhang Feng did not deny it. "They already had malicious intentions. They pounced on me as soon as they saw me. I suppose the reason you locked them up was because they also intended to harm people?"

“That’s how it is…” Ling Shan Da Xian nodded silently, then suddenly asked, “How did you find me, fellow Daoist?”

“The Great Immortal of Lingshan,” Zhang Feng said, using the name as a basis for his guess. “I suspect he is in Lingshan.”

Lingshan Daxian remained silent.

Seeing that he looked a little dejected, Zhang Feng spoke first and asked, "I have heard of the Taoist priest's deeds, and I have seen him locking them up."

Master Guan is also a person of the righteous path.

Now, this rat has become a demon, speaking human language and transforming into a human.

In ancient times, before the advent of guns, this would be a powerful demon king who ruled over mountains and commanded countless lesser demons.

How come... the Taoist priest is letting it go unchecked?

"This humble Taoist..." The Great Immortal of Lingshan wanted to say something, but in the end he paused and sighed, "I regard it as my disciple, it passed on its mantle to me, I can't bear to harm it."

"This..." Zhang Feng was speechless for a moment after hearing such blunt words.

A disciple who carries on the mantle is truly like one's own child.

And so, the two stood silently in front of the cave, watching the sunset together, and then watching a little rabbit run past a tree in front of them.

No one spoke.

A long time passed.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, as if he had untied some knot in his heart or remembered something, the Great Immortal of Lingshan suddenly burst into laughter.
“Fellow Daoist, I have just realized that I have been cultivating incorrectly.”

I have three spiritual thoughts, two of which are entrusted to the demon rat. I originally wanted to observe the changes in flesh and blood, but I ended up being seven-tenths demonic.

Today, fellow Daoist's wondrous Heart-Severing Blade technique, seemingly eliminating a rat, actually severed my inner demons, bringing my spiritual thoughts back to oneness and onto the righteous path.

As he spoke, he smiled at Zhang Feng and bowed respectfully.

"Now that my inner demons have been gone, I no longer need to worry about them while I'm in these mountains."

Thank you, fellow Daoist.

'Cultivating the mind? Cultivating the Dharma?' Zhang Feng was surprised to hear the words of the Great Immortal of Lingshan. He never expected that the matter of slaying the rat would turn into such a 'mind-slaying Dharma'.

The rat is not only a disciple of the Lingshan Immortal.

Is it also his 'inner demon'?

This heart-severing magic had a profound impact on Zhang Feng.

At that moment, Zhang Feng suddenly sensed a strange fluctuation of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy in the air was gradually gathering towards the Great Immortal of Lingshan.

About half a minute later.

The Great Immortal of Lingshan, with his keen mind, once again expressed his gratitude to Zhang Feng: "Today, I have lived for 157 years. With your help, fellow Daoist, I have severed my 'demon body' and opened four spiritual thoughts."

As he spoke, he curiously examined Zhang Feng, "But I still can't see through you, fellow Daoist. Could you tell me how many thoughts you've opened?"

"The Six Paths," Zhang Feng stated frankly, explaining his thoughts.
“I cultivate the Dharma in this way, without worries or attachments.”

When the mind is scattered, without rules or regulations, and unrestrained, the spirit naturally opens up.

We, as practitioners of the Tao, seek nothing more than a state of carefree ease, following our hearts without transgressing the rules.

"Free and unrestrained, following one's heart without transgressing the rules?" The Great Immortal of Lingshan muttered several times, then smiled again, "On the path of cultivation, those who attain enlightenment come first."

"I am but a confused old man of over a hundred years, but in terms of the length of my journey on the path of Tao, I should address you as Master Tao."

“No need.” Zhang Feng shook his head. “I have a master, and my skill level is now far superior to his, but he is still my most respected mentor and the first guiding light on my martial arts journey.”

Zhang Feng looked at the Great Immortal of Lingshan, "The Daoist Master is also the first guiding light on my path."

"But... fellow Daoist, you have also taught me your martial arts." The Great Immortal of Lingshan was very concerned about this title.

“If it’s hard to explain, then let’s treat each other as equals.” Zhang Feng said casually, “We are both fellow Daoists, so let’s not dwell on this anymore.”

"Alright!" When the Great Immortal of Lingshan heard that Zhang Feng was unwilling to mention it again, then he would not.

At the same time, he looked around at the beautiful mountains and rivers, and invited with a smile:

"This humble Taoist intends to travel the world, so I will first head southeast."

Fellow Daoist, shall we travel together?

'Travel the world…' Zhang Feng was somewhat longing for it, but in the end he shook his head and looked towards the due north, saying, 'I'm going back to the due north; there are still some things I need to organize.'

Zhang Feng clasped his hands in greeting, "Fellow Daoist of Lingshan, farewell."

Ling Shan Da Xian bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, farewell."

After saying this, the two smiled at each other and parted ways. One shrank the earth to the due north, while the other rode the wind to the southeast.

(End of this chapter)