When the time is right, heaven and earth lend their strength

That's so damn hurtful.

Why is it that while everyone else is struggling in the pit, this old man has quietly caused such a commotion?

The key is that the old Taoist himself is ridiculously strong. His only shortcoming is that his lineage doesn't have a suitable disciple or grand-disciple who can be presented. But now it seems that this shortcoming will be made up for, and he can even benefit from the disciple's fame.

I'm jealous!

I'm so envious!

Their eyes were practically red with envy!

It's just that there are too many people and eyes in this camp, and with a group of bald men watching them, they can't make a move, otherwise...

Otherwise, they would definitely have to kowtow to Master Yiming a few times to see if they could invite him back to their own lineage. As for those idle gossips... hey, all lineages under heaven are one family. We all worship the Three Pure Ones, so who says we're not one family?

But as the saying goes, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Just as more and more Taoist priests surrounded Zhang Wei, taking turns touching him to learn their lesson while each spitting at the old Taoist, a solemn Buddhist chant suddenly rang out from the outer circle:

"Amitabha Buddha, dinner is served. All of you Taoist priests, it's time to eat!"

The words were well-intentioned reminders, but people were still tiptoeing to look inside.

There was even a shameless old bald man riding on top of another person, the three of them piled together, looking down from above.

Despite the jokes and banter, while everyone envied Master Yiming's incredible luck, they were all of one mind when it came to Buddhism. How could such a rare talent be tricked into a temple by bald men and forced to live a life of quiet contemplation?

Can he take care of this kid properly?

I don't understand!

"Alright, alright, let's eat, let's go. I was just thinking of talking to Masters Fazheng and Fayuan about getting into Buddhism. Shall we eat and chat?"

On the outskirts, a Taoist priest who looked to be in his thirties grabbed three old monks and dragged them toward the camp. The surrounding Taoist priests were also amazed. Those skilled in martial arts dragged three or five monks, while those specializing in magic carried one. Some even went so far as to drag people so close that their faces were almost touching the high monks' faces, as if afraid that the monks would see something.

But the more they tried to hide, the more curious the monks became. Even the people in the camp, seeing the monks and Taoists gathered together in such a lively atmosphere, were afraid that the two sides might start fighting over a disagreement. So they quickly put down their lunch boxes and came over to break up the fight. In the process of pulling and tugging, Blind Wang and Taoist Master Yiming were persuaded and held back, and Zhang Wei, who had been hidden, was revealed.

In an instant, dozens of gasps rose from the scene, making the mountain camp, which was already several degrees colder than other places due to the mine, seem even colder.

There's no way to hide it anymore.

But a fight can't be started.

At dinner time, the usually lively atmosphere at the campsite in front of the pit was eerily calm tonight. A group of high-ranking monks and virtuous masters kept shoveling food into their mouths with their chopsticks, but their eyes were always fixed on one spot. Every now and then, their eyes would meet, and they would either let out a cold snort or utter a few silent curses.

Good speech?

Business report?

What kind of time is this to be talking about these things!

As for Zhang Wei, he had thought that he would be very popular in the [Silhouette] as a traveler, but he did not expect to be welcomed in this way.

With hundreds or even thousands of monks, Taoists, and people in the camp constantly watching him, even he, with the heart of an adult, was finding it hard to bear. Even with the old Taoist and Blind Wang standing in front of him to block him, everyone was sitting in a circle, so there were always gaps. And these people didn't seem to find it hard to move around and kept getting up and sitting down. After a few times, the two of them got tired of it and simply stopped protecting him like a mother hen. They just sat close to him to prevent anyone from coming up without any martial ethics, but it was clear that they couldn't stop them anymore.

Helpless, Zhang Wei could only unleash his murderous aura and transform it into a hooded trench coat to completely cover himself.

Although this doesn't stop others from looking at him, at least magic and spiritual eyes dare not look him directly in the eye for fear of being retaliated against by the true intent of Ya Zi, but the observation of ordinary mortals does not affect them.

While it was a bit annoying to look at with the naked eye, it didn't feel like having one's underwear exposed, so Zhang Wei let them be.

The spread of malevolent energy not only blocked the detection of spells, but more importantly, it deepened Zhang Wei's understanding of Zhuqianlin.

A terrifying aura, almost solidified into a black cloud, churned in a pit a kilometer ahead. Countless twisted faces were squeezed and kneaded together, with hands and feet filling the gaps. A fleshy ball floated at the highest point of the mine, cursing and trying to reach the entrance, but was repeatedly scorched by two beams of blood-gold light, unable to escape.

Looking beyond the black mist and through the cave entrance, one could vaguely see that the humanoid mass seemed to be connected to something below.

Having learned his lesson the hard way before, Zhang Wei naturally wouldn't dare to continue spying on this.

Just then, Zhang Wei, who had turned his gaze away from the cave entrance, met the eyes of Daoist Yiming. Their eyes met, and the old Daoist patted his head: "Finished eating? Let's go back inside. There are too many flies in this deep mountain valley. Your skin is delicate, you can't stand being bitten a couple of times!"

Who are they targeting?

The monks glared angrily at the old man and the young man who had stood up.

Seeing that sharp eyes beneath that aged face scan the camp, the monks, enraged, shoveled their food with even more force, making the aluminum lunchboxes thump loudly as they were poked by the chopsticks.

However, Master Yiming remained undisturbed by external matters, and with his head held high, he led Zhang Wei through a series of turns before entering a simple tent.

Once inside the tent, the Taoist priest poured a cup of water from the thermos, tossed a few tea stalks on it, and handed it to Zhang Wei: "The child's stomach is weak. The food here is too hard, and the mountain food is simple, not as good as the temple. These tea stalks are just a token of my appreciation. They don't taste good, but they help with digestion and reduce internal heat."

"Um!"

Master Yiming continued, "What are you worried about, kid? I'm aware of that. There were too many people around, so I couldn't say some things directly. Now that it's just the two of us, I'll tell you."

"This lineage of the old Taoist comes from Shenxiao. Although it lost its original mountain gate after several wars, the Taoist tradition was well preserved and the inheritance was orderly. However, twenty years ago, when I went down the mountain to save people, my sect was devastated and all my ancestors and brothers left me. Only the old Taoist relied on his two skills to fight his way out... As for the result, you can see it from the outside."

"Your talent is exceptional, truly exceptional. In the past, you wouldn't have even reached this age. By the time you were five, once your mind was established, high-ranking masters from both Buddhism and Taoism would come to your home to take you as a disciple on a whim. But now, with the heavens obscured and everyone under constraints, I've managed to snag a bargain!"

"Although I do not know your concerns, I am the best person you can find in this world. The land of China is vast and boundless, and I cannot say how many talented and ambitious people there are, but in these eight hundred Taihang Mountains and the thousand-mile Yellow River bend, I am the only one who is closest to the step of shedding the corpse and ascending to immortality. If I fail, my path to immortality will be cut off!"