Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

"...cough cough."

Zhang Yao was slightly startled by the voice, and coughed twice in embarrassment.

He looked at the stunned Zhao Donglai outside the mourning hall, and said with a sneer, "Excuse me, Master Zhao, I was so curious about the body of the Grandmaster that I offended this ancestor of the Wang family..."

Zhao Donglai came back to his senses, and said with a strange expression: "Nephew, your behavior...is really not very good, you still have to pay attention."

As he said, he walked over quickly, his tone changed slightly: "But I'm really curious about the body of the master, I've never seen it before..."

Soon, he also discovered the mysteries of the master's corpse, and he was immediately amazed, touched it here and there, and discussed it with Zhang Yao.

The two chatted for a long time, Zhang Yaocai seemed to respond, and asked: "Master Zhao, aren't you taking care of the post-war affairs outside?"

When Zhao Donglai heard the words, his eyes immediately wavered, and he evasively said: "Uh, this... I suddenly remembered that the Wang family may have some evils hidden, so I came in to have a look."

He couldn't just say that he was worried about Zhang Yao's possession of some treasure, right?

He is not afraid of Zhang Yao keeping things like cultivation experience because they can be copied and copied, because it is not worth tearing face off with them at all.

But after all, the Wang family has a big family and a great business, maybe there is some unique and rare treasure hidden in it. He was afraid that Zhang Yao would take advantage of it and secretly swallowed it.

"Ah……"

Zhang Yao smiled, guessed what he was thinking, but didn't point it out, and changed the topic: "It just so happens that I haven't had time to search important places such as Wang Dezai's study and bedroom."

"Since Master Zhao is here, why don't we search together?"

"good!"

Zhao Donglai was waiting for this sentence, so he nodded in agreement in a hurry.

Soon, the two searched together, but they were disappointed.

There are indeed many things in Wang Dezai's study and bedroom, but the really valuable things such as account books, secret records, and martial arts secret books have not been found at all.

Relying on Zhao Donglai's veteran experience, they also found a few secret rooms, but they were also empty.

It turns out——

The senior members of the Wang family are still cautious. These truly valuable things, including gold and silver goods, have been transferred in advance.

They really didn't want to give up Changping City, and would rather use favors to invite experts and stay to set up traps, but they were also fully prepared.

"Oh shit!"

Zhao Donglai had a fierce look on his face, cursing and cursing: "These bastards of the Wang family don't feel comfortable living after they die, so they are causing us trouble for nothing!"

"But don't worry, they can't escape!"

He sneered, and said, "Changping County is so big, they must be hiding somewhere, waiting to join Wang Dezai and the others!"

"Otherwise, with so many treasures and goods, if there is no expert to sit in charge, then wherever you go, you will be delivered to your door!"

"Um."

Zhang Yao nodded and said, "Master Zhao, I have no hands and no influence."

"The matter of recovering these treasures and goods is left to you, and I will not participate."

"When I catch up with these things, I only need the agreed one."

Hearing his words, Zhao Donglai smiled immediately, and said repeatedly: "Okay, then we'll make a deal."

…………

After the upheaval that night, Zhang Yao moved out of the Sheriff's Mansion and returned to Jinding Martial Arts Hall.

Zhou An has reached the last moment of his life, and his consciousness is a little unclear. Most of the drowsiness and sleepiness all day are about the son who can't let go.

But after a dozen letters in a row, Zhou Changgui didn't intend to come back, and he didn't even reply to the letters afterwards.

Meng Zongwei was very angry about this, and Zhou Hongxiu cursed even more, wanting to sever ties with his brother, and burned all the old things he left behind.

Zhang Yao had no choice but to stay by Zhou An's side and accompany him through the last part of the journey.

But outside the martial arts hall, the chaos only lasted for a few days, and a new order was quickly formed.

The Martial Arts, the Chamber of Commerce, and the aristocratic family joined forces to divide up all the inheritance left by the Wang family and took over the entire Changping City.

The Wang family dominated Changping for decades, known as "half of the city". The industries they left behind were scattered all over the place, and the chamber of commerce in the city took over more than half of it.

A large number of martial arts personnel entered the city defense battalion to take up military positions. At the same time, they secretly took over several local gangs, and gained a lot of property. They lived a lot more nourished.

And the most powerful aristocratic family reunited in one place and jointly controlled the government power of the county guard. After a document was handed over to Jiangzhou City, the appointment had not yet been formalized, and the new county guard had already been announced.

It's all settled.

The influence of the Wang family may still be deeply rooted in Changping City, but without the masters in charge and the lack of direct lineage backbones, there will be no more disturbances.

Perhaps within a few years, the people in the city will get used to the new situation and forget about them.

…………

Half a month later.

The long street is crowded with people, and everything is plain white at a glance.

It was not only the fluttering snowflakes, but also the figures in sackcloth and filial piety in the wind and snow, there were two or three hundred people.

Gongs and drums were beating all the way, the scenery was beautiful, paper money was floating all over the sky, and some people sang filial songs and chanted scriptures.

"Master..."

Meng Zongwei's eyes were red, and he walked in the front with the spiritual tablet, his steps were a little staggering.

Zhang Yao wore a filial cloth on his head, was dressed in plain white, and looked gloomy. He followed behind him, supporting Zhou Hongxiu who had fainted twice from crying.

During Zhou An's lifetime, he opened a museum and accepted hundreds of disciples. After his death, it was considered a grand funeral.

Especially after the battle of the Sheriff's Mansion that night, the upper echelons in the city all vaguely knew about Zhang Yao, so they were naturally in awe.

At the funeral this time, all kinds of wealthy businessmen, powerful families, and martial arts experts gathered in one place. It can be said that all the prominent and respectable people in Changping City came, giving enough face.

But it is a pity that the scenery after death cannot cover up the pain in life.

When he was dying, Zhou An couldn't see the son he had been thinking about day and night, and only a few apprentices took care of him until his death.

"Hey, birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable for everyone."

Zhang Yao let out a long sigh, and his heart became heavier:

"Although I have a long-lived body, I am also afraid of the disasters of swords and soldiers, and the disasters of heaven and earth. After all, it is rare to be free... I am still not strong enough!"

The funeral procession went all the way out of Changping City and arrived at the graveyard several miles away.

After the coffin was buried, it was quickly filled with soil and laid with bricks. After several hours of busy work, the magnificent tomb was completed.

Everyone dispersed one after another, and finally only Zhang Yao, Meng Zongwei, Zhou Hongxiu, Zhang Yannian, and Xiao Yao were left alone.

Xiao Yao saw Zhang Yao a few times, with an embarrassed look on his face, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just stood in the corner, keeping a little distance from them.

"... Junior brother."

Kneeling in front of the tombstone, Meng Zongwei, who was burning paper in a copper basin, suddenly said, "Are you really planning to leave Changping?"