Under one person: As one person, I can dominate the world

Time flows and flies by.

Since the battle of Guanshan Canyon, the Jiashen Rebellion has come to an end.

In a blink of an eye, decades passed by, and old friends died, and as the past history was buried, they gradually became unknown.

——

AD 2015.

The boundary of Jiangxi is Longhu Mountain.

It is the Grain Rain season and the grass and trees are green.

It has been controlled by the Tourism Bureau. As a scenic spot, Longhu Qianshan is still as lively as ever. There is an endless stream of tourists coming to pay their respects and offer incense. It is very lively when entering and leaving the mountain.

The little-known Longhu Back Mountain was very quiet in the past, but today it is also surprisingly popular.

At this moment, there were shadowy figures on the bluestone road leading to the depths of the back mountain.

They are strangers from all over the country and from various sects. They are widely invited by Longhu Mountain to participate in the Luotian Dajiao held every few years.

According to the news, it seems that this year's Luotian Dajiao is different from the previous ones, and many eyes are watching secretly.

"Oh! It turns out to be the appearance of heaven and man. Donor, you will definitely live a long life!"

"Forget it, I didn't want this thing to appear in the world! But since I have a destiny with the donor, I will pass it on to you!"

"This is a patterned jade bead made of ten-thousand-year-old fire unicorn spiritual crystal. Wearing it can make evil spirits retreat. Not ninety-eight, not nine thousand-eight, but ninety-nine-eight!"

A bald master in cassock was constantly promoting the agate necklace in his hand, causing the eyes of the woman in front of him to shine.

"Wow! I want it! I want it!" The woman with long hair shawl exclaimed, her big eyes shining, and her delicate face full of yearning.

She reached out and took out a handful of banknotes from her pocket to buy the Fire Spirit Crystal Jade Bead, but was stopped in time by a gentle man with glasses: "Baby, this is a lie!"

On the side, a handsome young man saw this and could only helplessly slap his forehead: "Sister Bao'er, it's true. How can any monk come to a famous Taoist mountain to chop down the fire unicorn?"

The young man has short hair, clean appearance, and a well-proportioned figure. He is wearing khaki work clothes.

His name is Zhang Chulan, and he came to Longhu Mountain with his companions from Nadutong to participate in the Luotian Festival.

But in fact, his real purpose was not to compete for the so-called championship of Luotian Dajiao.

"If I win the Luotian Dajiao, will I be able to meet the Heavenly Master and learn from him the secrets of my grandfather's past?" Zhang Chulan murmured to himself, secretly making up his mind.

"You want to see the Heavenly Master? Isn't that very simple?" A Taoist priest spoke in a lazy voice.

He had long hair in a bun and handsome features, except for the thick dark circles under his eyes, which made him look not very energetic.

The Taoist priest pointed to one place, then simply took a step forward, leading the way for Zhang Chulan.

The two walked side by side, and soon they came to a vast courtyard with many figures in it.

In the central area, there was a tall old man in Taoist robes, accepting interviews from the media and taking photos.

The old man has white beard and hair, and he has a fairy spirit, but he has a very friendly smile on his face. When taking pictures, he even stretched out his hands and made a "yeah" gesture.

The 65th generation Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain—Zhang Zhiwei!

Even though he was over 100 years old, he was still as energetic as a tall and tall old pine, without any trace of staleness at all.

Seeing the Heavenly Master he had longed for in front of him, Zhang Chulan's eyes flashed and he walked over with the young Taoist.

The young Taoist was in front, and he bowed to the old Celestial Master and said, "King Wudang, I pay my respects to the old Celestial Master."

"Master Tian, ​​look who I brought here."

Wang Ye said, gesturing to Zhang Chulan beside him, but the latter seemed hesitant and didn't know how to speak.

"Oh, Chu Lan." The old Heavenly Master spoke, his old voice conveying gentleness and intimacy. He looked at Zhang Chulan and said, "Call me Master."

"Your grandpa has taught you the golden light spell and thunder method. It's not a loss to call me master."

Hearing this, Zhang Chulan's eyes turned red and she whispered: "Master."

The old Heavenly Master smiled happily, nodded in agreement, and then turned to look at a gray-robed Taoist beside him: "Lingyu, please go and receive other guests for me. Chu Lan and I still have something to talk about."

"Yes." The young Taoist in gray robe nodded.

His long hair was disheveled and fell casually. He had a feminine and handsome appearance, and the cinnabar red between his brows revealed a temperament that kept strangers away from him.

After hearing the master's instructions, Zhang Lingyu agreed softly, then turned and left. His outstanding appearance caused some young girls to exclaim in surprise from time to time.

——

In a secluded room.

Zhang Chulan knelt down on the futon, facing the old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei in front of him.

There had been a long conversation.

Zhang Chulan failed to get the answer he wanted.

"Master, why do you have to win this Luotian Jiao before you can tell me what happened back then? What is the secret hidden in my grandfather?" Zhang Chulan said excitedly, and finally couldn't help but ask.

Why did his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi rebel from Longhu Mountain?

After getting married and having children, why do you need to hide with your family?

Why did his grandfather die?

If all the truth was deliberately hidden, why did Feng Baobao be entrusted to him with his mysterious old farm skills?

Is Lao Nong Gong the source of Qi Ti from the Eight Wonders?

What happened during that turmoil?

Questions like these lingered in his mind, constantly tormenting him and urging him to find the truth.

Faced with Zhang Chulan's question, Zhang Zhiwei was speechless. After a long silence, he said, "My child, I'm sorry."

"I will explain all the answers to you, but not now."

"Work hard, if you can win this Luotian Dajiao."

——

The small door of the wooden house was pushed open.

Zhang Chulan walked out with disappointment on his face.

Inside the wooden door.

Zhang Zhiwei was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, seeming to be reminiscing about something. After a long time, he sighed: "Junior brother, did you recommend the position of Heavenly Master to me? Did you already expect the secret hidden by Heavenly Master? ?”

Zhang Zhiwei murmured softly, closing his old eyelids, recalling the past again in his mind.

After the First World War in Guanshan Gorge, the world was in shock.

And as they returned to Longhu Mountain, announced to the world, and showed an extremely strong attitude - the Jiashen Rebellion ended.

And in that turmoil, his junior brother Zhang Taichu, who killed all the sects, finally wanted to give the world an explanation.

In this regard, Zhang Jingqing's punishment for Zhang Taichu was to be detained indefinitely in a cliff cave in Longhu Back Mountain and never leave the mountain again.

It sounds like a punishment, but everyone knows that this is Longhushan's favoritism, but no one dares to object.

In fact, Celestial Master Zhang Qingjing did this, but naturally it was not to suppress Zhang Taichu, but to allow him to cultivate his moral integrity and intelligence further so that he could better accept the inheritance of Celestial Master Du and take over as the next generation of Celestial Master.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Taichu rejected Tianshi's offer without even thinking, and even took the initiative to hide in the cave.

This wall lasts for decades.

Until the past is buried, until all the old friends are old.

——

"Junior brother, are you okay?" Zhang Zhiwei murmured to himself.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Then, a fat Taoist priest came in and said respectfully: "Master, the dark clouds on the Xianshui Rock in Houfeng are about to dissipate."

Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes with a solemn expression.