Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 1124 Schrödinger's Zhang Zhiwei

After bidding farewell to Mei Jinfeng, Wugensheng quietly left the Quanxing group alone and embarked on his journey to Longhu Mountain.

In recent years, war has raged on, and people have suffered greatly. Even the incense at Longhu Mountain has dwindled in number.

Wugensheng did not go directly to the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Before he came, he had already found out that Zhang Zhiwei had not shown up at the Celestial Master's Mansion in recent years!

He thought so too; given Zhang Zhiwei's big mouth, if he were to appear at the Celestial Master's Mansion, the news would spread very quickly.

According to sources, Zhang Zhiwei has been in seclusion atop Tianmen Peak for years, never setting foot on the summit.

In previous years, the Celestial Master's Mansion would send someone to deliver meals and water every now and then, but in the last two years, even the meal delivery has stopped!

Nowadays, all sorts of stories and legends about the Little Celestial Master circulate everywhere, but the real Little Celestial Master seems to have completely detached himself from this mortal world and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Wugensheng arrived at the foot of Tianmen Peak and looked up.

Tianmen Peak is the most precipitous and majestic among the peaks of Longhu Mountain, with an altitude of over 1,000 meters. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, one can see that the mountain is steep and precipitous, piercing straight into the clouds.

Above the halfway point, the mountain is shrouded in thick clouds and mist year-round, making it impossible to see the true view from the summit.

Wugensheng squinted slightly, looked up for a moment, and sighed, "They say a mountain is not sacred because of its height, but because of the immortals who dwell there. This Tianmen Peak is indeed very high!"

Instead of immediately using his lightness skill to forcibly climb the mountain, he turned around and went to Tiantong Temple at the foot of the mountain first.

Tiantong Temple is not large, but its incense has always been very popular. I heard that in previous years there would even be long queues. In recent years, due to the war, there have been fewer worshippers and no longer long queues, but the temple is still always bustling with worshippers.

At the entrance of Tiantong Temple, there is a huge mirror with a diameter of over 100 meters.

Many years have passed, yet this mirror remains as bright and new as ever in the sunlight, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, like a giant well of light leading to an unknown world.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that the mirror surface has many fine and dense scratches, mostly made by some careless worshippers.

The younger Taoist priests in Tiantong Temple who were responsible for cleaning had some complaints about this, but the temple keeper didn't care, because it was something that Brother Zhang had just casually put together and was insignificant.

Before Wugensheng arrived, he knew that a descendant of the Zhuge family was currently working as a temple keeper at Tiantong Temple, mainly responsible for drawing and interpreting fortune sticks for worshippers.

He stepped inside. Before coming, he had specially sought out Liu, a master of disguise from the Quanxing sect, to disguise himself.

At this moment, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged businessman who had weathered many storms.

People came and went in the temple, but no one recognized him as the infamous acting leader of the Quanxing Sect.

He first glanced at the stall where the fortune teller was being told what to do, and found that the person sitting there was not a fortune teller, but a simply dressed woman with delicate features.

Coincidentally, he knew that woman.

Tian Xiaodie? Wugensheng was slightly taken aback, wondering to himself: How could she be here?

It had been many years since he last met Tian Xiaodie.

At that time, Tian Xiaodie carried a small bundle and traveled alone in the martial arts world, saying that she was going to find her husband who was learning martial arts outside.

They encountered some trouble on the way, and Wugensheng happened to pass by and helped them out. After that, they traveled together for a while.

During this process, Wugensheng also learned about Tian Xiaodie's background. She came from the Wuhou School, which had a rule that men were to pass on the Legendary Gate and women on the Divine Mechanism. However, Tian Xiaodie was not limited by her gender. She not only had a deep understanding of the Divine Mechanism, but also showed amazing talent in the art of Qimen Dunjia.

Wugensheng felt that she was a very insightful woman who dared to break with convention and would actively pursue her own destiny and take control of her own life. She was a person with both skill and wisdom.

"She said she was going to find her husband... It turns out, her husband was Zhuge Yunhui."

Wugensheng suddenly realized that he was a person who liked to make friends. When making friends, he never looked at the other person's identity, status, or background. As long as they got along, it didn't matter whether you were a compassionate high monk or a ruthless villain.

Therefore, he didn't inquire too much about Tian Xiaodie's background, nor did he know that she was Zhuge Yunhui's wife. Of course, even if he had known, he wouldn't have done anything; a gentleman's friendship is as light as water.

Wu Gensheng looked at Tian Xiaodie. If it were a different occasion, he wouldn't mind going over to catch up with her, but he had other things to do on this trip.

He withdrew his gaze and entered the main hall of Tiantong Temple. He took three sticks of incense from the altar, lit them, bowed deeply three times to the statue of the Tiantong Sect Master on the altar, and then placed the incense sticks into the incense burner.

Then, he walked up to Tian Xiaodie and said he wanted to ask for a fortune stick. Tian Xiaodie didn't recognize him and handed him a fortune stick container, indicating that he should shake it himself.

Wugensheng took the divination tube with both hands, closed his eyes, raised the tube to eyebrow level, silently recited a few words, and then gently shook it.

"Splash... splash..."

With a crisp clinking sound, a bamboo skewer leaped out of the tube and fell onto the table.

Wugensheng opened his eyes, picked up the fortune stick, and glanced at it.

Wugensheng picked up the bamboo stick, glanced at it briefly, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He didn't speak, but handed the bamboo skewer to Tian Xiaodie behind the table.

Tian Xiaodie accepted it casually, but when her eyes swept over the contents of the fortune slip, her expression instantly became serious.

The fortune slip contained no commentary or short poem.

It only had four small characters written on it:

"The clouds are deep and the fog is thick."

This is an extremely rare divination result. In the Wuhou School of divination, it neither signifies good nor bad fortune. It signifies that the outcome is unpredictable.

In other words, the cause and effect, and the weight of the questions the person seeking the divination wants to ask or the people they want to find, are beyond the scope of what this small divination box can answer.

Tian Xiaodie raised her head, looked directly into Wugensheng's eyes, and asked, "Sir, what... exactly is it you're asking for?"

Wugensheng did not deliberately hide anything and frankly said, "I would like to meet the leader of the Tiantong Sect."

Tian Xiaodie stared at Wugensheng for a moment and said, "Over the years, countless people have come to want to see the master of the Tiantong Sect. If he wanted to see everyone, he wouldn't be able to handle it even if he had three heads and six arms."

"Are there many people who want to see him now?" Wugensheng asked.

“Yes, there are plenty.” Tian Xiaodie said as she put the bamboo skewers back in their place. “Shortly before you came, there was someone who insisted on seeing you.”

Wugensheng nodded, not surprised at all. Given the current situation, there must be many people who want to see Brother Zhiwei.

"Hey! You in front, hurry up and move aside after you've finished interpreting your fortune! Why are you chatting like this?!" An impatient worshipper behind him shouted.

Wugensheng ignored the man's clamor, smiled and nodded at Tian Xiaodie, thanked her, and then turned and walked out of Tiantong Temple. Once outside the temple, he didn't linger and immediately began climbing the mountain.

"The mountain will not see me, so I will go to see the mountain myself."

Tianmen Peak is over 1,300 meters high and has a precipitous terrain. The higher one climbs, the thicker the fog becomes. Wugensheng did not use any light-footed techniques; he simply walked quietly, step by step, like an ordinary mountaineer.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the summit of Tianmen Peak.

At the very center of the mountain peak stands a huge, crooked-necked dragon-taming tree.

Wugensheng had traveled extensively and seen a great deal, but he had never seen such a large Dragon-Subduing Tree. Its thick, twisted trunk resembled a giant, gnarled dragon, and its dense branches and leaves stretched out in all directions, blocking out the sky like a giant natural green umbrella.

Legend has it that the young Taoist master secluded himself under this crooked tree.

However, at this moment, the area under the tree was completely empty. There was nothing there—no prayer mat, no incense burner, and certainly no one he wanted to see.

Wugensheng stood quietly under the Dragon-Subduing Tree. His lifeless eyes suddenly shone with divine light, like two large lamps, staring straight at the crooked-necked Dragon-Subduing Tree.

Wugensheng's real name was Feng Yao. He was given this name because his eyes were so dazzling, but later he concealed his brilliance and stopped showing it.

But at this moment, he unleashed his gaze without reservation, and all the restrained divine fireflies burst forth.

Wugensheng's gaze startled the crooked tree, causing its branches and leaves to tremble and rustle.

Wugensheng stared at the tree for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky above.

There were no birds or sun in the sky, only thick, lead-like clouds piled up in layers.

Those clouds looked very strange; they were completely still, as if they were absolutely static, or as if they had been painted by some not-so-skilled abstract artist.

"But who in this world can paint in the sky?"

Wugensheng muttered something to himself, waved to the crooked-necked dragon-taming tree as a greeting, and then turned and walked down the mountain along the original path.

When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, a sharp cry of an eagle suddenly rang out from the sky.

Wugensheng looked up and saw a falcon with slanted eyes like a human swooping down from the sky. Before he could react, it swept over his head and ruffled his hair into a mess with its claws.

“Brother Zhou Sheng, it’s been so many years, and you still have such a penchant for wicked humor.” Wu Gengsheng wasn’t annoyed. He reached out and tidied his messy hair as he spoke with a smile.

The hawk that swooped down circled once in the air before landing steadily on a boulder not far in front of Wugensheng.

Immediately afterwards, a thick black aura surged from the falcon's body. As the black aura dissipated, a hunchbacked, disheveled Taoist priest emerged, with a pair of distinctive slanted eyes and a long, kidney-shaped face.

"Brother Bilian, what wind blew you here today?" Zhou Sheng patted the dust off his Taoist robe and asked with a smile.

For more than a year, Zhou Sheng traveled back and forth between Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain, teaching Zhuge Yunhui how to cultivate Tiantong Qimen.

Over the years, Zhuge Yunhui's mastery of Tiantong Qimen has reached a high level. He visits Longhu Mountain much less often, only occasionally coming to Zhuge Yunhui to discuss Tiantong Qimen and the changes in the world.

After all, he, Zhuge Yunhui, and Zhang Zhiwei were the only three people who knew the Tian Tong Qi Men method.

Now, Zhang Zhiwei is in seclusion, so he can only communicate with Zhuge Yunhui. Although Zhuge Yunhui is a bit lazy, his understanding of Qimen Dunjia is quite accurate.

During his interactions with Zhuge Yunhui, Zhou Sheng discovered that Zhuge Yunhui's wife, Tian Xiaodie, was also quite accomplished in Qimen Dunjia.

On one occasion, Tian Xiaodie even mentioned to him that she also wanted to explore the secrets of Tiantong Qimen.

Zhou Sheng refused the request, explaining that Tian Tong Qi Men was Zhang Shi Xiong's secret technique, and to pass it on to outsiders, Zhang Shi Xiong's personal approval was required; he couldn't make that decision himself.

But in reality, this was just an excuse. Zhang Zhiwei had already told him that he could teach whomever he wanted. In previous years, he had even taught his fellow disciples, driving them all crazy. In the end, it was Zhang Zhiwei who cleaned up his mess.

The reason he said that was because he felt that since Tian Xiaodie had developed a strong desire to learn Tiantong Qimen, there was absolutely no way she could learn it.

Now that Senior Brother Zhang is in seclusion, if he passes on the Dharma to her and causes her to have problems and become trapped in an inner state from which she cannot extricate herself, then no one will be able to save her.

He didn't want to do something good that would backfire and ruin his brother's marriage.

Today, Zhou Shengzheng and Zhuge Yunhui were discussing Qimen Dunjia in the pavilion on the back mountain. During the discussion, he naturally unfolded his own Qimen Dunjia pattern to perceive the subtle changes in the surrounding world.

Then, he sensed Wugensheng's aura. Although Wugensheng had dressed up, it was only a change in appearance; his inner self remained the same. That's why Zhou Sheng was able to recognize him at a glance.

Afterwards, he greeted Zhuge Yunhui and told him to go and keep his wife company. Then, he transformed into a falcon and rushed over quickly, following the scent.

In fact, Zhou Sheng's acquaintance with Wugensheng was entirely a coincidence.

Several years ago, several fellow disciples from Wudang Mountain went down the mountain to fight against Japanese pirates. Zhou Sheng was among them. During one battle, he happened to meet Wugensheng, who was also fighting against the Japanese pirates on the battlefield. At that time, Junior Brother Song also met Wugensheng.

Although they didn't meet often after that, they shared a tacit understanding, like heroes respecting heroes. They got along very well and were worth befriending.

Of course, Zhou Sheng knew that Wugensheng was the acting leader of Quanxing, but he didn't care about such things.

Zhou Sheng only wanted to see clearly and grasp the laws governing the operation and changes of all things in the world. He had absolutely no interest in the so-called distinction between good and evil, or the grudges and affections in the martial arts world.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng was quite happy to see Wugensheng in this place.

"I came to Longhu Mountain this time hoping to see Brother Zhiwei. I never expected that instead of seeing him, I would unexpectedly meet Brother Zhou Sheng here." Wugensheng was also quite happy to see Zhou Sheng.

"Senior Brother Zhang doesn't want to see you?" Zhou Sheng asked.

Wugensheng looked up at the cloud-shrouded mountaintop: "Brother Zhiwei is not on the mountain."

"Not on the mountain? How could that be?" Zhou Sheng asked in surprise. "Isn't Senior Brother Zhang always in seclusion on the mountain?"

"You're saying Brother Zhiwei is on the mountain? You used your Qimen Dunjia abilities to sense his presence?" Wugensheng countered.

Zhou Sheng shook his head: "I can sense you, but I can't sense Senior Brother Zhang. My cultivation level is not high enough."

“If you can’t feel it, then why do you say he’s on the mountain?” Wugensheng pressed.

"Although I can't sense him, I have eyes!" Zhou Sheng pointed to his eyes: "I saw him when I flew over just now; he was sitting under the tree!" (End of Chapter)