I was selling peach wood swords on a live stream, how did I become a Taoist ancestor?

The intelligence agent retrieved the data.

"It has been verified that the ID 'Longhushan Lay Disciple' is actually Zhang Minghao, 42 years old, and is indeed a registered lay disciple of Longhushan."

"Moreover... his seniority is not low."

The intelligence officer paused, his tone strange: "According to the seniority system of Longhu Mountain, he is the... junior brother of Zhang Yunpu, the current Celestial Master."

"What?!"

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

The Celestial Master's junior brother?!

Although he was just a lay disciple, his seniority was already frighteningly high within the Taoist community.

"Why would he go to a live stream to steal things?" Chen Jianguo asked, puzzled.

"As far as we know, Zhang Minghao has businesses in the secular world, but he is also responsible for some external liaison and resource procurement for Longhu Mountain," the intelligence officer explained. "He probably learned of the existence of Qingfeng Temple through some channels."

Liu Zhenguo remained silent for a moment.

"Contact Longhu Mountain and ask if that sword... can be transferred."

"Boss, this..." Chen Jianguo hesitated, "It might be difficult to talk to people over there at Longhu Mountain."

"Give it a try." Liu Zhenguo rubbed his temples. "That sword is definitely not simple. If possible, we should keep it in our hands to study it."

"Yes."

……

At the same time.

In the North, East Sea, West Ridge, Central Plains... the technical departments of the Night Watch branches in various places are repeating the same operation.

Slow down, slow down even more.

Then, everyone saw that golden light.

"Damn it! What is that thing?!"

"Quickly! Report it! Report it immediately!"

"Contact headquarters! We must get this sword!"

The heads of branches in various regions issued similar orders almost simultaneously.

At this moment, Li Jun, the source of all this, is lying in bed scrolling through his phone.

He had no idea that the little toy he had accidentally stained with blood had caused such a huge uproar.

"Remember to send the package tomorrow..."

Li Jun muttered to himself, yawned, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Early the next morning.

Li Jun carried the packaged package down the mountain.

I don't have many things to send today, just a few small packages.

When we arrived at the courier station, Brother Zhou was organizing the shelves.

"Master Li, you're up early today."

"Okay, finish sending it as soon as possible, there's still work to do when I get back." Li Jun handed over the package.

Brother Zhou took it, scanned the code, and affixed the receipt.

Upon seeing the address of "Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion," he laughed: "Your online friend is quite interesting; even the address you wrote is so mysterious."

"He's probably a cosplay enthusiast," Li Jun said casually.

"That's true." Brother Zhou put the package into the waiting area. "The bus departs this afternoon and should arrive the day after tomorrow."

"Thanks, Brother Zhou."

Li Jun waved his hand, got on his electric bike, and rode away.

……

Two days later.

Longhu Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a courier station.

Zhang Minghao parked his unassuming black sedan at the entrance.

He was dressed in ordinary casual clothes and looked like a middle-aged businessman.

But upon closer inspection, one can see the inner light in his eyes, his steady gait, and the slight bulge at his temples.

This is a sign that one has reached a certain level in internal martial arts.

"Boss, pick up the package, the last four digits are 7788." Zhang Minghao handed over his phone.

The innkeeper looked around and picked out a small package from the shelf.

"This is it."

Zhang Minghao took the package; it was very light.

He thanked him and got back into his car.

Instead of leaving immediately, he carefully examined the package.

The cardboard box was ordinary, and it was sealed tightly with tape.

The sender's address is "Qingfeng Temple, Luxian County".

"Qingfeng Temple...Mr. Li..."

Zhang Minghao murmured the two names, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He learned some rumors about Qingfeng Temple through his friends on the Night Watch.

One sword strike slays a B-rank monster.

The amulet provides immunity to mental shocks.

If these things are real, then this Taoist priest Li... has probably reached the legendary realm of "using ordinary things to convey the Tao".

This is something that ordinary cultivators cannot do.

At least none of the senior figures he knew could do that.

"Hopefully, I can figure something out..."

Zhang Minghao took a deep breath, started the car, and drove up the mountain.

Instead of returning to his residence at the foot of the mountain, he drove directly to the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The car slowly ascended the winding mountain road.

The scenery on the mountain is picturesque.

But Zhang Minghao had no interest in appreciating it.

He kept feeling that the package next to him was... vibrating slightly.

Is it just my imagination?

He glanced at the package on the passenger seat.

The cardboard box lay there quietly, without any sign of anything amiss.

"Maybe I'm just too nervous..."

Zhang Minghao shook his head and continued driving.

He didn't notice.

Outside the car window, the trees lining the mountain road moved their branches and leaves without any wind.

It looked like... a slight bow.

……

Longhu Mountain, Celestial Master's Mansion.

As one of the ancestral temples of Taoism, the Celestial Master's Mansion is usually bustling with worshippers and tourists.

But today, the atmosphere inside the mansion is somewhat subtle.

Several Taoist priests stood outside the hall, occasionally glancing towards the mountain path.

"When will Uncle Minghao arrive?"

"They just called and said they've already gone up the mountain, they should be here soon."

"You mean that thing... is it really that miraculous?"

"Who knows? But the Night Watchmen are spreading rumors about it in great detail. Apparently, even the bigwigs at headquarters called personally."

Just then, a black sedan drove into the parking lot.

Zhang Minghao got off the bus carrying a package and walked quickly over.

"Uncle-Master!"

Several Taoist priests hurriedly came forward to greet them.

Zhang Minghao nodded and glanced in the direction of the main hall: "Is Senior Brother here?"

"The Celestial Master is in the meditation room and has instructed you to go directly there upon arrival."

"it is good."

Zhang Minghao didn't say much, walked through the front hall and headed towards the back courtyard.

The Tianshi Mansion complex is built against the mountain, with buildings arranged in layers.

The further you go in, the fewer people there are.

Upon reaching the backyard, there were no tourists to be seen, only a few disciples on duty.

Zhang Minghao walked to the outside of a secluded room, straightened his clothes, and gently knocked on the door.

"Senior brother, I'm back."

"Come in."

A calm voice came from inside the door.

Zhang Minghao pushed the door open and entered.

The room was simply furnished with only a futon, a low table, and an incense burner.

An old Taoist priest sat on a prayer mat.

He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, with gray hair, but a rosy complexion and clear, watery eyes.

It was none other than the contemporary Celestial Master, Zhang Yunpu.

"Senior brother." Zhang Minghao bowed respectfully.

"Sit down," Zhang Yunpu said, pointing to the futon opposite him.

Zhang Minghao sat down and placed the package on the low table.

"Is this the sword?"

"Yes." Zhang Minghao nodded. "It was sent from Qingfeng Temple; it's the one that won in the live stream raffle."

Zhang Yunpu didn't rush to open the package, but looked at Zhang Minghao instead: "Have the Night Watch contacted you?"

"They contacted me, saying they wanted to buy it at a high price," Zhang Minghao said truthfully. "I made an excuse that the sword hadn't arrived yet and didn't agree."

"Um."

Zhang Yunpu nodded, his gaze falling on the package.

He reached out and gently pressed his hand on the surface of the cardboard box.

A moment later, he frowned slightly.

"That's interesting."

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Zhang Minghao asked.

"Feel it for yourself."

Zhang Minghao also placed his hand on it.

It feels warm to the touch.

It pulsates gently, as if it were alive.

No, it's not a pulse.

It's some kind of... resonance.

"It seems to be... echoing something?" Zhang Minghao said uncertainly.

Zhang Yunpu didn't say anything, and slowly unwrapped the tape.