One divination a day, a trainee celestial master

The sunlight outside the county hospital was quite glaring.

Jiang Shou straddled the blue three-wheeled motorcycle but didn't start the engine immediately. He reached into his inner pocket and touched the dark, black Suihan token.

It was ice-cold to the touch.

"Huh? That's strange."

Jiang Shou looked around, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he took out the wooden plaque and examined it closely.

On the back of the wooden plaque, the hexagram "Treading on the tiger's tail, it is advisable to do good" still quietly appeared there, the handwriting unchanged, let alone turning into a blue light and flying into the space between the eyebrows.

Jiang Shou stroked his chin: "Could it be that... saving the old woman and helping the police identify the real culprit isn't enough of a good deed? Or does this karmic debt only truly end when the case is completely closed and the bad guys are brought to justice?"

"This is a real headache."

Jiang Shou sighed and put the wooden plaque back into his pocket.

This cheat is great in every way, except it's like a silent gourd. There's no progress bar or notification sound, just a few sentences of obscure classical Chinese, and you have to guess everything yourself.

"At least the 'Master Tong' in those online novels has a voice announcement like 'Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the mission.' But mine is all in automatic silent mode. I have no prestige at all."

After muttering a few curses to himself, Jiang Shou suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"Imperial Venerable, Ancestral Master, I'm so sorry..." Jiang Shou quickly put his hands together and bowed twice to the air.

One cannot have it all. This Suihanling not only pointed out his path to wealth but also forcibly created a dantian for him, yet he still complains about the lack of a voice pack. He really doesn't know what's good for him.

"Forget it, if this 'good deed' mission isn't over yet, I'll just set up a stall under the overpass in the county town another day." Jiang Shou thought to himself, "With my current rudimentary aura reading skills, I can give free fortune readings on people's homes and faces, and doing more good deeds is always a good thing, right?"

But then I thought about it again. I didn't even have a business license for fortune telling. If I were dressed in a Taoist robe and the city management team mistook me for a fraud and chased me away, that would be too embarrassing.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Jiang Shou shook his head, twisted the accelerator, and sputtered off toward Cuiwei Mountain.

……

The next morning. At Shouyi Temple on Cuiwei Mountain.

When the first rays of dawn pierced through the thin mist and fell on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard.

The door to the side room creaked open. Jiang Shou, having finished a whole night of interior scene simulations, walked out refreshed.

He came to the old locust tree in the courtyard, facing the rising sun and the glistening morning dew on the leaves, spread his legs slightly, closed his eyes, and began to practice the "Guarding One: Mind Method".

"breathe……"

With each breath, the crisp air of the mountains and forests rushed into my nostrils, swirled in my chest, and then I slowly exhaled the stale air that had settled in my body overnight.

Jiang Shou had noticed a detail long ago. Unlike the Inner Landscape Chapter, this set of "Guardian of Oneness" did not allow for the direct condensation and increase of true essence in the dantian.

But its role is no less important than that of the "Inner Landscape Chapter".

After each morning exercise and breathing exercise, Jiang Shou would feel that his five senses became exceptionally clear, and his mind would become clearer and more active.

The eyes can see things more clearly, the ears can hear the chirping of insects in the distance, and even the earthy smell mixed in with the mountain wind can be clearly distinguished.

It's as if your whole being, from body to soul, has been thoroughly cleansed in a clear spring.

This is definitely not a psychological effect, nor is it simply the feeling of refreshment brought about by exercising early in the morning.

"This 'Guardian of Oneness' mental cultivation method must be a profound technique for strengthening the foundation and cultivating vitality." Jiang Shou pondered to himself, "This set of basic mental cultivation methods left by the old man is probably the true foundation of the Guardian of Oneness Temple." Jiang Shou slowly put away his stance and opened his bright eyes, "The inner realm chapter is the generator, and this Guardian of Oneness mental cultivation method is the basic project of constantly widening and reinforcing the body as a power transmission pipeline."

Upon entering the main hall, Jiang Shou respectfully offered three sticks of incense to the Three Pure Ones and the old man in the side hall.

I casually touched my pocket; the cold weather was still biting, and the divination result remained unchanged.

Jiang Shou wasn't in a hurry and turned to go into the kitchen in the backyard.

On the stove was a chicken breast that had been bought from the market earlier. Jiang Shou picked up the cleaver, and with a deft flick of his wrist, he chopped the chicken into evenly sized small cubes, preparing to make a hearty chicken breakfast for Pang Hu.

Fat Tiger was squatting next to the cutting board, his thick tail swishing idly behind him, his amber cat eyes fixed intently on the kitchen knife in Jiang Shou's hand.

Just as Jiang Shou was preparing to boil water.

"Clang... Crash..."

Suddenly, heavy footsteps and the dull thud of wood colliding echoed from the winding stone steps outside the Taoist temple.

Jiang Shou's ears twitched, he put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and wiped his hands on his apron.

"Meow……!"

Fat Tiger, who was waiting to eat meat, saw that the cook had gone on strike and immediately let out a long, resentful shout.

"Wait a minute, some guests are coming. I'll go out and see them first." Jiang Shou rolled his eyes at Fatty Tiger and turned to leave the kitchen.

……

On the mountain road outside the Taoist temple.

Four strong men were huffing and puffing as they carried two extremely heavy doors up the steps.

Leading the way was Zhou Guodong, who was wearing a gray work uniform and was covered in sweat.

"Master Jiang! Good morning!" Zhou Guodong looked up and saw Jiang Shou standing on the steps. He quickly grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Boss Zhou, what are you doing here...?" Jiang Shou asked, feigning ignorance, as he looked at the things they were carrying on their shoulders.

"We're replacing the main gate of your temple!" Zhou Guodong directed the workers behind him to carefully lower the door panels, pointing to the two new doors on the ground. "Master, please take a look, are you satisfied with the material?"

Jiang Shou walked down the steps, his gaze falling on the two large doors, and his eyes immediately lit up.

Wow! This door is made entirely of the finest old elm wood, hard, dense, and extremely heavy. The door panels aren't finished with any fancy modern paints, but rather with a very refined traditional lacquer technique.

The lacquer has a warm, jade-like texture and a deep, understated color, exuding a sense of antiquity and solemnity that comes with the passage of time. The door is devoid of any superfluous carvings, simply adorned with a few rows of brass door studs and two antique-style bronze animal head rings.

This understated elegance is a perfect match for Shouyi Temple, hidden deep in the mountains!

"Boss Zhou, you've put a lot of thought into this. It's excellent." Jiang Shou smiled and nodded, giving high praise to Zhou Guodong's efficiency and aesthetic sense.

"As long as you're satisfied! Brothers, let's get started!"

At Zhou Guodong's command, the four men immediately got to work with great enthusiasm.

Remove the old door hinges, clean the door frame, install new hinges, and hang the heavy elm door.

The group of people were all experienced in the renovation business, and they worked quickly and efficiently. After nearly an hour of work, with a steady, heavy creaking sound, the two brand-new elm wood doors closed tightly together.

Jiang Shou took two steps back and stood on the mountain path, looking up.

The deep, ancient elm wood gate, paired with the new black plaque with gold lettering reading "Shouyi Temple" above the entrance, instantly seemed to breathe life into the entire Taoist temple, its elegance and charm rising exponentially! The original sense of decay, reminiscent of a ghost story, was swept away, replaced by a genuine sense of the profound heritage of a reclusive Taoist sect.

Jiang Shou looked at the brand-new storefront and couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"Thank you all for your hard work." Jiang Shou stepped forward and greeted them politely. "Boss Zhou, please take your men to the backyard for a cup of tea and a rest before you leave."

"No trouble at all, Master, you're too kind." Zhou Guodong waved his hand repeatedly, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Two more truckloads of cement are due to be delivered to the warehouse this morning, so I have to hurry back and keep an eye on them."

As he spoke, Zhou Guodong turned and pointed to the two dilapidated wooden doors that had been thrown at the foot of the courtyard wall: "Immortal Master, the wood of these two old doors is rotten, and they're just getting in the way here. I'll have my brothers carry them down and throw them at the garbage dump down the mountain for you."

Upon hearing this, the two workers bent down to prepare to lift the two broken doors.

"etc!"

Jiang Shou's eyelids twitched, and he almost blurted it out.

He strode over and subtly blocked the old door with his body, his expression quickly regaining its composure. He said calmly, "Boss Zhou, there's no need for that. Just leave the old door there for now."

Zhou Guodong paused, looking at the two rotten pieces of wood riddled with wormholes and peeling paint, somewhat puzzled. These things weren't even good enough to burn as firewood; they'd just produce smoke. What was the point of keeping them?

Jiang Shou stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in a profound and unfathomable tone: "Although this door is dilapidated, it has sheltered our ancestor from wind and rain for decades. All things have a spirit, and it would be inappropriate to discard it suddenly. Let it be left here for now, and I will deal with it myself after some time."

"Oh, I see! The Immortal Master is so thoughtful." Although Zhou Guodong didn't quite understand, he immediately showed that he believed it without a doubt and nodded repeatedly. "Then we'll take our leave now. Please wait, Immortal Master."

They watched Zhou Guodong and his group descend the mountain.

Jiang Shou turned around, looking at the two dilapidated doors he had blocked, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Previously, he had pulled out a priceless cultivation manual and a mysterious round plaque from the old plaque that he was about to throw away as trash.

The old man has guarded this mountain his whole life. Heaven knows what kind of blind boxes left by the patriarchs are hidden in the nooks and crannies of this Taoist temple.

"Whether it's rotten or not, all the old wood taken from this temple should be split open and examined first!"