Under One Person: Sincerity Moves the Gods

Chapter 81 The Wuhou Sect

After leaving Lujia Town, the official road gradually narrowed.

Lu Jin and Li Muxuan, mounted on their horses, looked excited, flanking Zhuge Yunhui from the left and right.

With the renowned Zhuge Liang, who knowingly did the impossible, the Zhuge Liang faction has acquired a lot of legendary status.

The young man had long been filled with curiosity about the world-renowned Qi.

Now that he finally has the opportunity to be alone with a successor of the Wuhou School, how could he possibly hold back?

Li Muxuan is the most impatient, but Lu Jin is the least able to keep secrets.

Lu Jin couldn't wait to speak.

"Young Master Yunhui, it is said that your Zhuge family descended from Zhuge Kongming, the Prime Minister of Shu. Is the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia really as miraculous as the legends say? Can it predict all the secrets of heaven and reverse the universe?"

Zhuge Yunhui tugged at the reins, a slight smile on his face as he wore a felt hat.

"Young Master Lu is joking. Calculating the secrets of heaven is the skill of immortals. How could we mortals have such ability? The key difference between Wuhou Qimen and other Qimen is not in calculation."

"But it's in Dingzhong Palace."

Li Muxuan raised an eyebrow, catching the key point in the words, and asked.

"Dingzhong Palace, what is that?"

Zhuge Yunhui patiently explained to these two laymen of Qimen Dunjia.

"Ordinary practitioners study Qimen Dunjia to adapt to the directions, patterns, and auspiciousness and inauspiciousness of heaven and earth, taking the enemy as the central palace. If there are few people, it is fine, but if there are many people, there will be several Qimen formations that intersect with each other, making it difficult to deduce."

"But the Wuhou Qimen of my Zhuge family is different. With oneself as the central palace, no matter how many enemies there are, there is always only one Qimen formation, which makes it much easier to calculate."

Neither Li Muxuan nor Lu Jin were knowledgeable in divination, so they did not grasp the importance of this point.

They said "oh" and then asked.

"Then—what about Zhuge Liang's divine strategy?"

"I've heard of some weapon refiners' techniques. How is your Zhuge family's Divine Mechanism Technique different from ordinary weapon refinement?"

Perhaps because there was nothing much going on on the way, Zhuge Yunhui was extremely patient.

"An ordinary weapon refiner may only be able to carve a few heirloom magic weapons in his lifetime, emphasizing both refinement and spirit."

"My Wuhou School's Divine Mechanism Techniques are more inclined towards the creative principles of the Mohists and the Gongshu School, in order to control objects and mass-produce them."

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"Legend has it that when Zhuge Liang created the wooden ox and flowing horse and the repeating crossbow in Shu, it was the pinnacle of his magical skills."

"However, in our generation, most of us can only teach small mechanisms for self-defense and guarding houses, and it is difficult to reproduce the glory of our ancestors."

At this point, Zhuge Yunhui paused.

His tone was filled with reverence and longing as he brought up another unique skill of the Wuhou School.

"Actually, Qimen Dunjia and Shenji are just ordinary techniques for my family. The true core of our school is an extremely difficult technique to master, called..."

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"Samadhi Fire"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin and Li Muxuan's pupils immediately contracted.

They don't understand Qimen Dunjia, but who hasn't heard of Samadhi True Fire!

The two said in unison.

"The Samadhi Fire... is that divine fire that burns the soul?"

Zhuge Yunhui nodded in confirmation.

"That's right, this fire is not a worldly fire, but a life-giving fire refined and interwoven from the essence, energy, and spirit of a person."

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"It does not rely on ordinary objects for ignition, but uses the three treasures of the human body as fuel. However, to cultivate this fire, the requirements for temperament and talent are extremely demanding. The slightest carelessness will result in self-immolation, burning one's mind into idiocy."

As he spoke, he sighed.

"For many generations, no one in my Zhuge family has been able to truly master this unique skill."

Li Cunzhen rode ahead on his horse. Although he did not participate in the conversation between the three, he listened to every word Zhuge Yunhui said.

The four walked and talked, and the trees on both sides of the official road became increasingly dense, while the number of people gradually decreased.

The sky gradually darkened.

The dark clouds hung low, and a chilling wind swept through the woods. The faint growls of wild beasts and the mournful cries of owls could be heard from all around.

At this moment, Zhuge Yunhui glanced at the sky and made a suggestion.

"Fellow Daoists, judging from the sky, it looks like a torrential rain is coming. There's a dilapidated temple not far ahead; let's stay there for the night."

Li Cunzhen glanced at the sky and then nodded.

"Alright, I'll follow Young Master Yunhui's arrangements."

A moment later, a dilapidated temple came into view.

The plaque above the temple gate had long since rotted and fallen off, and the half-closed wooden door creaked and groaned in the wind.

The statues enshrined inside the hall had long since lost their heads and were covered in cobwebs and dust.

Upon seeing this, everyone frowned.

A severed head is not a good omen.

But this dilapidated temple was the only place within a radius of several miles where they could take shelter from the rain, so they had no other choice.

After hesitating for a moment, the group led their horses inside, tied them up, and Li Cunzhen skillfully lit a bonfire.

The roaring campfire flickered, casting long shadows of the four people on the mottled wall.

In the middle of the night, the wind howled, and suddenly, an extremely faint and eerie cry pierced through the clamor of the wind and rain, faintly reaching the dilapidated temple.

"Help! Is anyone there? Help!"

The sound was elusive, carrying a chilling tremor that was exceptionally clear in the silent night.

Lu Jin and Li Muxuan almost instantly gripped the weapons at their waists, their eyes sharpening instantly.

Zhuge Yunhui frowned slightly, his right hand quietly slipping into his sleeve and resting on the hidden weapon.

Li Cunzhen, however, remained calmly seated by the campfire, not even lifting his eyelids. The strong, pungent stench and deathly aura in the air did not escape his perception.

No need to look, that's not the aura of a living person at all.

A moment later, a figure dressed as a villager, ragged and covered in blood, tumbled and crawled into the dilapidated temple gate.

His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were lifeless. As soon as he saw the firelight inside the hall, he scrambled and crawled inside.

"Master! Help! There's a giant tiger—a monster is eating people!"

The villager knelt on the ground, trembling all over, pointing at the dark woods outside the temple, crying out in heart-wrenching sobs that I felt a deep pang of pity.

Just as Li Muxuan was about to stand up and ask, he felt a large, strong hand pressing down on his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw that Li Cunzhen had opened his eyes at some point and was shaking his head slightly at him.

Li Cunzhen whispered to the three men, "Don't panic, look carefully at his feet."

Lu Jin and Li Muxuan hurriedly focused their true energy into their eyes and looked intently.

This sight sent chills down their spines.

The villager who was weeping bitterly appeared to be standing on the ground, but his heels were actually dangling in the air, and his whole body was about half an inch off the ground.

Moreover, in the light of the campfire, there was not a single shadow on the wall behind him!

"Changgui" (伥鬼).

Zhuge Yunhui mouthed the two words.

As the ancients said, "To act as an accomplice to a tiger."

Those who are eaten by tigers will not be able to be reborn after death. Instead, they will become vengeful ghosts who lure living people to be eaten by tigers.