Under One Person: The person is in the Tianshi Mansion, and the body becomes a saint

Chapter 3 The mystery of footprints, the hidden talents of dragon and tiger
Longhu Mountain is a popular place with a large number of visitors.

Zhiyu usually specializes in the study of the art of medicine and also practices cultivation, so it is not surprising to see unfamiliar faces.

but.

Everyone in Longhu Mountain recognized the two people walking towards them from afar.

The old man pushing the wheelchair has white hair and beard and looks like an immortal.

It is none other than the No. 1 internet celebrity in Longhushan Scenic Area, the mascot for taking photos with people praying for peace and blessings, Zhang Zhiwei, the 65th generation Heavenly Master of Tianshi Mansion!

When Zhiyu looked up and saw the old master, he was immediately frightened, just like when he was playing with his phone in class and found the teacher behind him.

It’s nothing, I just feel guilty!
Uncle Lingyu and Zhang Mingdao made a private appointment to fight.

Will he confess or not?

"Junior brother! You are killing me!"

Zhiyu groaned inwardly, gritted his teeth, and turned around to look at the scenery.

Pretend you didn't see anything.

pity.

The arena was filled with yellow sand and the ground was bumpy.

There is no scenery!
His heartbeat quickened and his ears perked up.

All I heard was the old Heavenly Master saying, "Lingyu has been trying to defeat the third generation of disciples recently, and he finally got what he wanted."

Elder Tian replied: "There is nothing wrong with Lingyu, but he is too serious. He is always tense, afraid that he is not worthy of the title of Tianshi's disciple."

Speaking of it.

Mr. Tian laughed: "I really want Lingyu to see how lazy your master was when he was young."

"Nonsense!"

The old Taoist priest flatly denied it: "When I was young, I followed the rules the most and never went beyond the rules of Taoism."

He coughed dryly: "There are still disciples here!"

As the footsteps got closer, the old Taoist's voice became louder and louder.

The topic is approaching the point of silencing someone.

Zhiyu couldn't pretend anymore.

I was surprised to see two teachers and seniors, and I went up to them with joy and greeted them politely.

Not surprisingly.

The old Taoist priest's casual question made his heart skip a beat: "The competition is over, what are you doing alone in the competition field?"

Zhiyu pretended to be calm and covered up: "I saw the fight between Master Lingyu and got some insights."

“Young people have insights, that’s good!”

The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled slyly: "It's a good thing to practice diligently, but why are you so nervous?"

"hiss--!"

Zhiyu took a breath.

The old Taoist's gaze was not piercing, but it was like the blazing sun in the sky, shining straight into one's heart.

He felt that he had nowhere to hide, so he secretly played the surrender card: "Don't blame me, brother, for being disloyal."

"I tried my best!"

Just as he was about to tell the truth and hope for leniency in the face of confession, he was startled by a loud noise in his ears.

bang——

The majestic bell sounds echo among the mountains!
Bells?

Zhiyu was confused.

Besides the morning bell, what other bells are rung at Longhushan?

"Ring the bell!"

The old Taoist priest looked into the distance with some dissatisfaction: "Disturbing the peace and quiet!"

"Is that the direction of the scenic spot?"

Master Tian agreed, "It's probably some unruly tourists who climbed into the bell pavilion to ring the bell for fun. We need to ask the scenic area management staff to add a few more wire fences!"

After listening to what they said, Zhiyu was relieved of his confusion.

There is indeed a pavilion in the front mountain with a big bell inside.

After it was developed into a scenic spot, some unscrupulous tour guide promoted the idea of ​​ringing the bell as a prayer ceremony.

The bell pavilion became a place for praying.

The frequent ringing of the big bell disturbed the people.

Several Taoist priests were fed up with the annoyance, so they contacted the local government and locked the bell pavilion with iron fences to prohibit tourists from entering.

The mountain finally returned to peace.

The bell had not rung for five or six years.

Zhiyu recalled the ruthless moves made by the Taoist priests to seal the bell pavilion, and thought to himself, "That tourist is quite skilled!"

At this time.

The old Taoist priest no longer had the heart to tease the younger generation. He waved his hand and continued to push the wheelchair for a ride.

I couldn't walk more than a few steps.

The wheelchair seemed to hit something and tilted suddenly.

Fortunately, the old Taoist priest reacted quickly, and with a golden light, he locked the wheelchair in place so that it would not lose balance.

Zhiyu hurried forward to check, but saw that one of the wheels of the wheelchair was hanging in the air.

Below it was the footprint-shaped deep pit.

"Ok?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the footprints with interest and praised secretly: "Not bad!"

It’s not difficult to leave footprints on bluestone bricks.

But it is not easy to leave such a complete footprint. The surrounding bluestone bricks seemed to be brittle and not cracked. It was not caused by sudden force, but by gradually increasing force and pressing out!
The difficulty has increased by more than several times!
"interesting."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and his white hair and beard fluttered.

The golden light in the body surged, flowing through the feet, slowly exerting force.

The bluestone bricks made a sandy sound and began to collapse like a pile of fine sand on the beach.

Zhiyu saw the old Taoist priest's figure slowly sinking and becoming several inches shorter.

Puzzled.

Then he was frightened by the old Taoist priest's sharp eyes and couldn't help asking, "Master?"

Zhang Zhiwei stepped out of the foot pit.

Compare the two pairs of footprints on the ground.

It can be seen that the person who left the footprints has already mastered one-third of his strength.

In the entire Longhu Mountain, not every second-generation disciple can do it.

This level of cultivation.

I'm afraid he can be on par with his fourth apprentice Zhao Huanjin.

Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but look at Zhiyu twice more.

There was a guilty look in Zhiyu's eyes.

The energy in his body was still weak, as if the footprints were not made by him.

But how is that possible?
Judging from the stone powder around the footprints, it took less than a quarter of an hour to make them.

He is the only one in the arena!

"It's so well hidden!"

Zhang Zhiwei felt emotional.

He didn't expect that.

Zhiyu seems to have an ordinary level of cultivation, but he hides his strength perfectly.

Even if the person is right in front of you, you can't see any flaws.

Zhang Zhiwei reached out his hand, ready to give Zhiyu a personal massage.

After changing his mind, he withdrew his hand.

He suddenly remembered one of his former junior fellow apprentices, Zhang Huaiyi.

They are all so good at hiding.

If his master had not asked him to compete with Zhang Huaiyi, he would probably still be kept in the dark.

only……

Is Zhiyu also born in the Year of the Rat?
It doesn’t look like it!
"Senior brother?"

Tian Jinzhong asked curiously.

"Nothing."

Zhang Zhiwei laughed dryly and lost interest in exposing the truth. He thought to himself, "Forget it! If he wants to act, let him continue!"

He waved his hand and pushed the wheelchair away.

Zhiyu scratched his head and looked at the two pairs of footprints on the bluestone ground in confusion.

Could this be some kind of cultivation method?
He followed suit, wielding the golden light spell while stepping on the bluestone bricks!

"boom!"

The soles of my shoes are rotten.

The bluestone brick surface is not damaged at all.

……

Not long after the old Taoist priest left.

Two crouching figures jumped out of the dense forest. They were Zhang Mingdao and Zhang Lingyu who were fighting privately.

Zhiyu was furious.

But Zhang Mingdao's clothes were torn, revealing his solid and full muscles, while Zhang Lingyu's cheeks were flushed and he was limping, as if he was injured.

The fighting was fierce.

how come?
Could it be that Zhang Mingdao defeated Master Lingyu?
Zhiyu was a little bit unbelievable.

But he quickly gave up the idea.

He is specifically responsible for Zhang Mingdao's illness and knows Zhang Mingdao's physical condition very well.

The poison in Zhang Mingdao's body had not yet been eliminated, and he fell into coma several times and had several cramps during menstruation.

With a body like this, no matter how hard he practices, how can he compare to Uncle Lingyu who has been practicing since childhood.

That is to say...

Aren't they going to fight?
Zhiyu immediately thought of some scenes that were not suitable for children and took a deep breath.

Uncle Lingyu is aloof and abstinent, so it's normal that he doesn't like women.

Junior Brother Zhang has built up a very strong physique and has attracted a group of same-sex fans on social media.

Could it be?

No, no!
He slapped his cheek fiercely, cursing in his heart: "Zhiyu, Zhiyu! You are a doctor who cures illnesses and saves lives, and you are a Taoist who admires Xuan and seeks immortality."

"We can't fall any further!"

"From today on, I will not read those weird books!"

Zhiyu tried his best to calm down and asked with a complicated expression: "What did you and Uncle Lingyu do to make all the clothes torn?"

"comminicate."

Zhang Mingdao said calmly: "I have convinced Uncle Lingyu that the Golden Light Curse is indeed a method of body refining!"

(End of this chapter)