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

He shook his head, preparing to fix his hair.

Suddenly, a cacophony of footsteps and shouts came from behind.

"Over there! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"My God! Was this mountain blown up?!"

Ma Xianhong, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and the others rushed over, panting heavily.

When they saw the terrifying scene before them, resembling the aftermath of a meteorite impact, they were all speechless with shock.

"This...this is..."

Ma Xianhong's lips trembled as he looked at the dried-up stream and the scorched earth.

Is this the kind of destruction humans can cause?!

"Second Master!"

Wang Ye spotted Zhang Tianyi standing in the middle of the ruins at a glance and rushed over:

"Are you alright?! What was that just now...?"

"Cough cough!"

Zhang Tianyi immediately adopted the demeanor of a reclusive sage.

He flicked his whisk, put his hands behind his back, and calmly looked at the crowd:

"What's the panic? Don't make a fuss."

"I was meditating here just now, and on a whim, I stretched my muscles a bit, and incidentally..."

Zhang Tianyi pointed to the scorched earth and spoke nonsense with a straight face:

"I also helped you get rid of a bug."

"There are too many insects in this back mountain, which is affecting the feng shui."

Everyone: "..."

Pest control?

Are you using a nuclear bomb to exterminate insects?!

"Alright, stop looking."

Zhang Tianyi yawned and patted his Taoist robe:

"I've put out the fire for you. You can handle the cleanup yourselves."

Chapter 85 Barbecue Music Festival? Taking Chen Duo into the city to buy supplies!

sunset.

A faint smell of burning lingered in the air.

Zhang Tianyi walked ahead, still holding the whisk in his hand, waving it around from time to time as if swatting away mosquitoes.

His moon-white Taoist robe remained completely untouched by the devastating commotion.

He still exuded an ethereal aura, as if he wasn't the one who had just caused the thunderstorm at all.

Ma Xianhong, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and several other talented individuals who had rushed over upon hearing the news followed behind.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere became somewhat too solemn.

"Tsk..."

Zhang Tianyi suddenly stopped and looked back at the group of sullen people behind him.

He took off his sunglasses, his brows furrowing slightly, a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Hey everyone, can you stop wearing that long face?"

"I helped you get rid of the insects, I didn't demolish your village, why are you all so lifeless?"

Ma Xianhong snapped out of his daze, quickly cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and spoke with a tone of reverence:

"You flatter us, we were just... still savoring the power of that battle, our minds were still racing, and we were speechless for a moment."

"Alright, alright, stop with the formalities."

Zhang Tianyi waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the entire Biyou Village.

It was evening, and both the strange people and the ordinary villagers were busy with their own things.

Although everything was in good order, it felt like something was missing.

"Little Horse."

Zhang Tianyi put his sunglasses back on and gestured around with his whisk:

“Your village is nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with good feng shui, but the atmosphere here… is too quiet.”

"It's like a plate of excellent poached chicken; the meat is great, but it has no dipping sauce! It's tasteless!"

Ma Xianhong was taken aback, and humbly asked for advice: "Then, according to the Master, how should we... add some ingredients?"

Zhang Tianyi's lips curled slightly upward, revealing two rows of white teeth, and he snapped his fingers:

"Simple."

"Let's have an event!"

"I've noticed that everyone's been quite tense these past few days, it's time to relax a bit."

Zhang Tianyi waved his hand dismissively, as if surveying the world:

"I propose we set one up right here in the square in the center of the village—"

"The First Biyou Village Rural Barbecue and Music Festival!"

"what?!"

Everyone present was stunned by these words.

Wang Ye almost spat out the mouthful of water he had just drunk, and he covered his face in pain:

"Second Master... are you serious?"

"This is Biyou Village, a... cough, a place for self-cultivation. You want to hold a music festival here?"

"What's wrong with cultivating one's character? Does cultivating one's character mean you can't go clubbing?"

Zhang Tianyi retorted confidently:

"There are three thousand great paths, but they all lead to the same destination."

"Finding resonance with the soul in the beat of music, and comprehending the true meaning of life while enjoying barbecue and drinks—isn't this a form of spiritual practice?"

He turned to look at the group of villagers and the group of experts who had gathered around him, and asked loudly:

"Hey everyone, what do you say? Do you want some fun? Do you want some barbecue? Do you want to get hyped up?!"

After a brief silence.

First, a few timid "I want to" came from the crowd, and then the eyes of several young people with unusual abilities lit up.

"I miss it! Practicing martial arts every day is getting boring!"

"I want to eat roast lamb leg! I want to listen to rock music!"

"If a real person is taking the lead, then we absolutely have to do it!"

Even the usually composed old man, Bi Yuan, stroked his beard with a smile and said, "It's fine to have some fun once in a while."

Seeing the villagers' impassioned reaction, the hesitation in Ma Xianhong's eyes vanished instantly.

He looked at Zhang Tianyi, a genuine smile appearing on his face:

"Since everyone is so interested..."

"Let's do it!"

Ma Xianhong was also a decisive person, and immediately made the decision:

"The time is set for two days from now! The location is the open space in the center of the village!"

"All expenses are on my tab!"

"atmosphere!"

Zhang Tianyi walked over, put his arm around Ma Xianhong's shoulder like a good buddy, and patted him twice forcefully:

"Little Ma, I love your straightforwardness!"

……

Just do it.

Back in the village, Ma Xianhong did not ask the villagers to take action.

He simply stood in the center of the square, and with a flick of his finger, the red beads on his body flashed with red light.

"Click-click-click..."

A series of synchronized mechanical sounds rang out.

From every corner of the village, rows of tall, expressionless puppet figures emerged—Ru Hua.

These puppets, normally used for fighting or hard labor, have now transformed into the perfect renovation team.

"Go and level this piece of land."

"Move the timber over there and build a platform."

"Go to the storeroom and set up all the tables, chairs, and benches."

As Ma Xianhong issued his instructions, the women, Ru Hua, began to work with precision, efficiency, and tireless efficiency.

Some were moving stones, others were sawing wood.

With perfect teamwork, the group of girls quickly set up a basic stage in just half an hour.

Zhang Tianyi sat on the stone steps to the side, an ice pop dangling from his mouth.