Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

"Tales of the Extraordinary: The Eldest Daughter of the Zhuge Family Falls in Love with a 'Rogue' 4-------- 'Tell me, was my prediction accurate or not?'"

The thugs who were just swaggering around were now lining up with long faces to have their palms read by the man. They expressed deep remorse for their extortion of the man. The man frowned and thought for a long time before raising his head to look at his "customer".

I believe you are destined for bloodshed.

Several thugs nodded repeatedly, blood spurting from their noses.

Note: The anecdotes about extraordinary individuals do not follow the normal timeline of the main story!

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In the early morning, the mist on Longhu Mountain had not yet completely dissipated. Amidst the chirping of birds and the synchronized "hum-ha" sounds of disciples practicing their boxing on the back mountain, the ancient Taoist sect was awakened from its slumber.

Inside the quiet room, the air was filled with the gentle fragrance of sandalwood.

"Girl, repeat after me, 'Father said: Mudball, Mother: Female One...'"

Zhang Zhiwei sat cross-legged on the futon. At this moment, he had suppressed his extraordinary cultivation and looked like an old schoolteacher next door, with a peaceful expression and patient guidance.

Sitting opposite him was Chen Duo.

The young girl changed into a loose-fitting training uniform, which looked somewhat loose, but her back was ramrod straight. Her bright green eyes were fixed on the old master's lips, her expression very focused.

"The father said, 'Mudball, mother is female...'"

Chen Duo knelt on the prayer mat, her back ramrod straight, her bright green eyes fixed on Zhang Zhiwei's lips as she repeated each word.

She didn't understand what the sentence meant, but Brother Sen said that the old man was teaching good things, and that memorizing them would be the right thing to do.

"The three lights shine brightly into the ovary..."

"The three lights shine brightly into the ovary..."

"If one can preserve the profound mystery, all things will be accomplished; one's spirit must not be lost..."

"It can preserve the Xuanming..."

Chen Duo paused slightly halfway through her recitation, her brows furrowing as if she was trying to understand the meaning behind it.

But she didn't rush to ask questions; instead, she suppressed her doubts for the time being and memorized its form.

The scene of the old woman and the young boy teaching each other was incredibly harmonious.

"Can you understand? You're just staring at me like that."

Yan Sen was idly counting the cracks between the blue bricks on the ground when he suddenly felt a gentle force of Qi patting his head.

He didn't turn around, but leaned back to find a more comfortable position and said lazily, "Of course, Grandfather. Although I don't have the good fortune to be ordained at Longhu Mountain, I haven't missed a single meal of the special lessons you two gave me in the past few years. I've almost mastered the Golden Light Mantra, so how could this little scripture be difficult for me?"

Upon hearing this, Tian Jinzhong, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but burst into laughter, his empty sleeves swaying gently with the sound of his laughter.

"Then tell me," Tian Jinzhong patted Yan Sen's shoulder with his only remaining hand, his face full of a test. "Yesterday I was so busy listening to you talk about how impressive you were outside that I didn't have a chance to ask about your cultivation. What do you mean by what your grandmaster said?"

Yan Sen stood up, sat cross-legged, turned to face Tian Jinzhong, and instantly dropped his playful smile, adopting the demeanor of a good boy.

"This mantra comes from Chapter Twenty-Five of the Five Elements in the Yellow Court Inner Landscape Jade Classic. The so-called 'Niwan' refers to the palace of the upper dantian; 'Ciyi' refers to the source of essence, qi, and spirit. It describes the method of internal alchemy cultivation, emphasizing the inner illumination of the three lights, guarding the one and preserving the true, so that one's spirit can unite with the qi of heaven and earth, thereby reaching the state of accomplishing all things and not losing one's spirit."

Yan Sen spoke eloquently, combining his understanding of the "Shaking Dragon Scripture" and the Golden Light Mantra, speaking with great clarity and even incorporating some of his own unique insights.

"Not bad, not bad..." Tian Jinzhong nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with increasing satisfaction. "It seems you haven't returned all the books I showed you on the mountain back then. With your comprehension, if you could concentrate on cultivating the Dao..."

Tian Jinzhong was getting excited and was about to have a deeper discussion about the Dao of Nature with his great-grandson when he was interrupted by a cold snort.

"You two, grandfather and grandson, if you can keep quiet, stay here; if not, get out!"

Zhang Zhiwei kept his eyes closed and spoke in a calm tone, but his undeniable authority instantly lowered the temperature in the quiet room by several degrees.

"If you make any more noise, don't blame me for throwing you both out!"

Zhang Zhiwei was furious.

Although this girl Chen Duo had a tragic background, her heart had been tempered by hardship to the point of being incredibly clear. She was like a piece of unpolished jade, more suitable for cultivation than most of the so-called "geniuses" he had ever seen.

He was teaching her very well, and the girl was learning diligently.

But these two guys next to me, one old and one young, were whispering to each other.

What's most infuriating is that as soon as this girl hears that little rascal speak, her ears perk up, her eyes wander, and her mind is completely on Yan Sen.

Does this sound like a word?

This is utter contempt for him, a top-notch master!

Upon hearing this, Tian Jinzhong shrugged at Yan Sen like a child, pointed his one-armed finger at Zhang Zhiwei, and mouthed to Yan Sen in a very subtle way:

"Look at my senior brother, he's quite adept at threatening his junior brothers and grand-disciples, he's just taking advantage of the fact that I can't beat him."

Before Yan Sen could respond, Zhang Zhiwei, with his eyes closed, seemed to have a third eye on his forehead and added in a low voice:

"Jinzhong, if I were to slap you in front of the younger generation, I'm afraid you'd be embarrassed."

Zhang Zhiwei slowly opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them. "Take your great-grandson and walk away gracefully. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Feeling the faint yet overwhelming pressure in the air, Yan Sen and Tian Jinzhong exchanged a glance, and the grandfather and grandson tacitly chose to follow their hearts.

"Alright! Grand Tutor, you're busy! Duo'er, study hard, I'll bring you lunch later!"

"Okay, I got it, Brother Sen."

Yan Sen grabbed Tian Jinzhong's sleeve, slipped away quickly, and disappeared at the door of the quiet room in the blink of an eye.

"Grandpa, do you think Grand Tutor has encountered some problems in his cultivation lately? Why is his temper getting worse and worse?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Although Tian Jinzhong said this, he couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Your grandmaster is just eager to find talent. This little girl is indeed likable."

At this time, the young Taoist priests had just finished their morning prayers, and it was lunchtime.

The canteen was steaming hot, with the millet porridge simmering in the large pot emitting an enticing aroma, and steamers of freshly steamed buns looking plump and white.

A group of disciples dressed in blue Taoist robes were lining up to get their meals. When they saw Tian Jinzhong arrive, they all stopped and bowed.

"Hello, Uncle Tian!"

"Good morning, Master Tian!"

"Master Yi, Master Rongshan, good morning!" Yan Sen greeted Liang Youyi and Rongshan, who were getting their meals, with familiarity.

"Hey, Xiao Yan's here? Good morning, Uncle Tian." Liang Youyi held a large white steamed bun in his hand, smiling broadly. "Did the sun rise in the west today? Up so early? I heard you were quite the showman yesterday, riding a spirit jade into the mountain gate?"

"Hey, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Yan Sen chuckled, taking the porridge and steamed buns from the window. "It's mainly because Xiao Yu... oh no, Master Ling Yu was too kind. She insisted on carrying me on her back, and I couldn't stop her."

Just then, a white figure walked over carrying a tray.

Zhang Lingyu.

He was still wearing an immaculate white robe, his hair neatly combed, but the muscles on his handsome face stiffened noticeably the moment he saw Yan Sen.

He kept his eyes straight ahead, as if Yan Sen were nothing but air, and simply bowed respectfully to Tian Jinzhong: "Uncle Tian."

Then, they picked up the plate and prepared to leave.

Although she tried her best to appear "I don't care" and "I'm aloof," the way her eyes kept glancing at Yan Sen clearly said a few big words—

Call me Master! Hurry up and call me that! Call me that now!

How could Yan Sen let him have his way?

He stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth, rushed over to Zhang Lingyu, and before she could react, he reached out and touched her smooth, full forehead.

"Xiaoyu, what are you doing? Are your eyes bothering you? Why are you always looking at people sideways?"

Yan Sen looked concerned, placed his palm on Zhang Lingyu's forehead, and then touched his own.

"You don't even have a fever. Why are you daydreaming so early in the morning? Did you go crazy from kneeling and offering incense yesterday?"

"you!!"

Zhang Lingyu, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, took a step back abruptly, her fair face instantly turning bright red.

"Incomprehensible!!"

Zhang Lingyu's cheeks turned red with anger. She held back for a long time but couldn't utter a sound. She could only pick up her plate, angrily move to a seat further away, and leave Yan Sen with a stubborn back view.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a temper." Yan Sen shook his head and sat back down.

"You two are still the same." Tian Jinzhong sipped his porridge, his eyes crinkling into slits with laughter. "You've been fighting since you were kids, don't you get tired of it?"

"Speaking of which, if you were to actually call him 'Master' one day, Lingyu would probably be terrified," Rongshan added from the side, clearly already used to the way these two clowns interacted.

"By the way, Yan."

Liang Youyi quickly peeled one egg, handed the other peeled egg to Tian Jinzhong, and then looked at Yan Sen with a mocking expression, lowering his voice.

"Junior Brother Fu Guo sent me a text message this morning saying that Senior Lu is also arriving today. You've made it in time this time, kid."

"You made it?" Yan Sen, with half a steamed bun still stuffed in his mouth and his cheeks bulging, looked up in bewilderment. "Made it what? Senior Lu? Which Senior Lu?"

"Who else could it be? It's none other than the flawless old man Lu Jin!" Liang Youyi raised an eyebrow. "I heard this is the first time that precious great-granddaughter of Senior Lu has traveled so far. I wonder if she has inherited his old master's methods. I'm really curious."

"What kind of method?" Rong Shan asked curiously. "Doesn't the Lu family not have any inherited techniques?"

"It can't be said, it can't be said." Liang Youyi shook his head irritatingly. "You'll find out when the time comes."

Yan Sen swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, becoming more and more confused as he listened: "With Master Yi involved, stop keeping me in suspense. What exactly happened? What is Old Master Lu doing at Longhu Mountain with his great-granddaughter? Are they looking for Grand Tutor Yi to fight?"

"What are you fighting about? Can't you be a little serious?!" Liang Youyi rolled his eyes at him, then said seriously, "It's a major ritual unique to our Taoist sect—the Zhou Tian Grand Ritual, one of the three major rituals!"

"The Zhou Tian Grand Ritual?" Yan Sen blinked, realizing he had stumbled upon a blind spot in his knowledge.

"It's held every ten years. The last ten years were for the Universal Ritual, and the next ten years will be for the Heavenly Ritual!" Liang Youyi explained, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Although this Zhou Tian Grand Ritual is not as grand in scale as the Luo Tian Grand Ritual, nor as widely celebrated as the Putian Grand Ritual, it is still a major event for our Taoist sect. It is mainly for worship and prayer, and also a chance for different sects to visit each other and strengthen relationships."

"Senior Lu brought his younger generation to participate in the ritual this time. Besides the Lu family, I heard that major sects like the Lü and Wang families should also be sending people."

At this point, Liang Youyi patted Yan Sen on the shoulder, his face beaming with amusement: "The younger generation from each family will definitely have plenty of opportunities to spar and exchange skills. Although you're not exactly a member of the Zhengyi sect, you're still practically family to Longhu Mountain. Who knows, if Master's in a good mood, he might even let you go up and show off!"

"Such an important matter, how come I've never heard of it before?" Yan Sen looked at Liang Youyi with suspicion. "Master, you're not trying to fool me, are you?"

Why would I try to fool you?

Liang Youyi rolled his eyes, looking at him with a bewildered expression: "Your family are just a single-lineage feng shui master, not a proper Taoist practitioner, and you don't usually mingle in the circle. It would be strange if you knew about this, right? You're only somewhat famous within our Taoist community and the Ten Elders' circle. Who outsiders cares about these Taoist priests chanting scriptures?"

Yan Sen: "..."

That makes so much sense, I'm speechless.