One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Xiao Wang, your side is too low! Little Zhuge, stop shaking! The potato chips are spilling!"

"This is a sedan chair, not a roller coaster! It needs to be smooth! It needs to feel like walking on flat ground, do you understand?"

"Can this work? If not, you can set up a Qimen Dunjia formation to assist!"

The veins on Wang Ye's forehead throbbed.

Using Feng Hou Qi Men to carry a sedan chair?

If the patriarch knew, he'd probably strike me dead with a bolt of lightning.

"Yes... the advisor is right..."

Wang Ye gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger, using the Tai Chi power flowing through his feet to lift the sedan chair steadily.

"Let's go!"

……

A strange sight appeared on the mountain road.

Two exceptionally handsome men, one in front of the other, were carrying a sedan chair with expressions of frustration.

Inside the sedan chair, a cell phone was playing the theme song from "Journey to the West".

"Doo dio dio! Deng deng deng deng deng..."

"Monkey King! Monkey King! You're amazing..."

The music echoed through the valley.

Zhang Tianyi swayed her head to the rhythm, occasionally offering a comment:

"Wow, the scenery is nice, and the air is fresh too."

"Little Wang, this is cultivation."

"So-called spiritual practice is about strengthening your body. Look at your physique, you're too weak. You get out of breath just by carrying a sedan chair, how can you do that?"

"And Little Zhuge, stop squinting! Watch where you're going! There's a hole ahead!"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were completely unwilling to speak at this point.

They just wanted to get to that damned Biyou Village as soon as possible, find a place to lie down, and never see bamboo poles again in their lives.

at last.

After crossing two mountains, walking five miles of mountain road, and enduring countless instances of verbal bullying by Zhang Tianyi.

The view ahead suddenly opened up.

A small village came into view.

The village was built against the mountain, with its buildings arranged in a staggered and orderly manner, and it looked quite peaceful and serene.

At the entrance of the village, three large characters are engraved on a big rock: "Biyou Village".

"It's here! It's here!"

Zhang Tianyi excitedly patted the armrest of the sedan chair:

"Stop the sedan chair! Stop the sedan chair!"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly put down the sedan chair.

The two of them plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, completely disregarding their appearance.

"Oh dear, this bumpy ride has made me sleepy."

Zhang Tianyi stretched and jumped off the sedan chair, looking refreshed and his hair was perfectly styled.

He walked to the big rock at the entrance of the village, took off his sunglasses, looked at the three characters "Biyou Village," and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

“Biyou Village…”

"Newly intercepted, Ma Xianhong."

"My little darling with double-handed skills, I've come to find you!"

Chapter 76 When I, Daoist Master, was doing this, your grandpa was still wearing open-crotch pants.

Entrance to Biyou Village.

A mountain breeze blew by, swirling a few withered yellow leaves on the ground.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing slumped down next to the large stone engraved with "Biyou Village," panting heavily without any regard for their image.

"Huff...huff...Old Wang, I feel like...all the exercise I've ever done in my life...has been...exhausted today..."

Zhuge Qing had long since thrown away his fan, and was now using his hand as a fan to try and cool himself down.

"Don't...don't speak...let me calm down..."

Wang Ye rolled his eyes, feeling like his soul was about to leave his body.

And just when the two of them were exhausted.

"Cough cough."

A sound of clearing one's throat came from behind the large rock.

Immediately afterwards, the rustling sound of changing clothes could be heard.

"I'm telling you two, hurry up and hide that sedan chair, you can throw it in the bushes or something, just don't let anyone see it, it'll make you look bad."

Zhang Tianyi's voice came through, tinged with urgency:

"And another thing, you two better pull together that half-dead look! We're at their doorstep now, you need to stand up straight! Don't embarrass us!"

"Especially Little Zhuge, put your glasses on properly! Little Wang, tie your topknot tighter!"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance, their faces filled with despair, but they still forced themselves to stand up.

After tidying himself up a bit, he pushed the unfortunate sedan chair into the nearby bushes.

"Are you done yet, Second Master... True Man?" Wang Ye asked.

"What's the rush? This is called a sense of ritual!"

The voice just fell.

A figure slowly emerged from behind the large rock.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing took a closer look and almost knelt down again.

What a peerless master, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe with cloud patterns, wearing a jade hairpin, and holding a whisk.

He had a handsome face, a calm expression, and a faint, compassionate smile at the corner of his mouth.

The otherworldly aura emanating from his very bones made it seem as if he had not just arrived in a sedan chair, but rather descended from the heavens on auspicious clouds.

Even every single strand of his hair exudes an ethereal and exquisite quality.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord."

Zhang Tianyi raised one hand, flicked his whisk lightly, and nodded slightly to the two of them, his voice ethereal:

"Please lead the way, you two laymen."

Zhuge Qing: "..."

Wang Ye: "..."

Is this some kind of Sichuan opera face-changing performance?!

That mode switching speed is way too fast!

One second they're cursing, the next they're chanting "Amitabha!"?!

Just then.

Footsteps echoed through the village.

Several people dressed in white training uniforms came out, and the one in the lead was a tall, handsome young man.

He wore a string of red beads around his neck and had a composed demeanor.

It was Ma Xianhong, the village chief of Biyou Village and the successor of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, Divine Mechanism Refined.

Behind him followed several dolls of various shapes and sizes.

As Ma Xianhong walked to the village entrance, his gaze first fell on Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, and a sincere smile appeared on his face:

"Master Wang, Brother Zhuge, you two are indeed true to your word. I, Ma, have failed to greet you properly."

Although he posted the message, he didn't expect these two people to actually come to him so quickly.

Wang Ye was about to offer a polite bow and say, "Village Chief Ma, you're too kind..."

however.

Ma Xianhong's gaze lingered on them for only a second before it was involuntarily drawn to the white-clad figure behind them.

At that instant, Ma Xianhong's pupils contracted slightly.

Wow...what a powerful aura!

Zhang Tianyi stood there quietly, without saying a word or releasing any Qi.

But he seemed to blend into the surrounding mountains, rivers, and vegetation, possessing an indescribable charm.

Ma Xianhong considered himself to have seen countless people and met many senior figures in the world of supernatural beings, but he had never seen anyone with such an otherworldly temperament.

This feeling was like that of someone facing the enlightened immortals recorded in ancient books.

"And this is...?"

Ma Xianhong was stunned. The whole speech he had prepared about the concept of "new interception" got stuck in his throat.

He looked at Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing with some confusion, his eyes asking: Who is this? Did you bring him?

Wang Ye was about to introduce, "This is..."

"This humble Taoist is Tian Shu."

Zhang Tianyi spoke first.