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

If one can glimpse the Way of Heaven, and if one can restrain oneself, one will not perish...

Zhang Zhiwei silently recited Zhang Jingqing's words.

He wasn't stupid; he could tell there was a hidden meaning in his master's words.

But such words can imply too many things, and it's hard to say exactly what they refer to.

The master said he would speak properly and not use esoteric phrases like tapping the head three times or putting his hands behind his back, but when he spoke, his esoteric habits were still deeply ingrained.

Zhang Zhiwei muttered to himself, his double pupils flashing as he deduced what Zhang Jingqing had just said, trying to figure out what she meant.

In an instant, his vision was filled with black and white lines, which intertwined and stretched forward. His gaze seemed to extend endlessly, and the lines became increasingly complex the further he looked...

Finally, the black and white lines intertwined to their end, where a vortex of countless black and white lines lay.

Zhang Zhiwei's gaze was drawn into the vortex.

Countless black and white lines twist and sway like ripples on water, impossible to cut or untangle.

Zhang Zhiwei's insight allows him to see through many things, even glimpsing the future course of events.

But the information in front of me was so dense that I didn't know where to begin.

Zhang Zhiwei gave up after just one glance.

Even if it could be solved, the scale of this problem would certainly be extremely time-consuming.

I'm talking to my master right now, it wouldn't be good to get distracted by this.

Just as Zhang Zhiwei was about to end the deduction, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With a few crisp sounds, Zhang Zhiwei's thoughts returned.

A sudden, throbbing pain shot through his head. He reached up and touched his forehead, finding several large, swollen blood blister-like bumps.

I heard a buzzing sound of electricity in my ear, and I looked up.

Zhang Jingqing's fist was clenched tightly, and the seal script on it was dancing and intertwined with extremely intense lightning.

Zhang Zhiwei: "..."

I was careless and didn't dodge.

"Master! Why did you ambush me? And why did you use the Five Thunder Orthodox Method to unleash the Lightning Thunder Fist?!" he demanded.

Lightning Strike Fist is a type of thunder magic application, similar to palm thunder, and is also known as the Five Thunder Technique in Taoism.

When unleashing this technique, the thumb pinches the base of the ring finger, then the fist is clenched so that the nails are no longer visible. A punch is then thrown out, accompanied by lightning and thunder, with considerable power.

Zhang Jingqing dispelled the lightning from her fist and said, flicking her hand:
"You're as tough as a turtle, you're as hard as a tortoise. Even without the Lightning Strike Fist, it doesn't hurt you at all."

In fact, before using the Lightning Thunder Fist, he had already given Zhang Zhiwei a few "thumps" with his hand.

The blows were loud and clear, but Zhang Zhiwei didn't wake up; instead, his fingers were throbbing with pain from the impact.

With such tough skin, he figured using golden light wouldn't be very effective, so in a fit of anger, he directly used lightning magic, which finally woke Zhang Zhiwei up.

The reason for using the Lightning Thunder Fist instead of the Palm Thunder is that the Lightning Thunder Fist injures people with the shock of thunder, while the Palm Thunder is a penetrating injury, just like the difference between a sword and a hammer.

For someone like Zhang Zhiwei, whose life is as tough as iron and whose body is as indestructible as diamond, the Lightning Thunder Fist is a better choice.

Zhang Zhiwei rubbed his forehead, and the blood bump on his forehead immediately disappeared. He glanced around, realized something, and said:

"Master, how much time has passed?"

Zhang Jingqing said, "It will take about the time it takes for three incense sticks to burn."

So long… Zhang Zhiwei was slightly surprised. In his calculations, it seemed like only a moment had passed, but in reality, so much time had gone by.

"What did you just see?" Zhang Jingqing asked.

"I couldn't see anything clearly, all I saw was a tangled mess," Zhang Zhiwei said honestly.

Zhang Jingqing seemed to be deep in thought. It was normal for things to be in a mess; it would be abnormal if he deduced something from it.

There are some things he can't say outright, not even hint at; he can only offer subtle suggestions.

In other words, he was talking about this matter, and he was thinking about it, but he wanted to use it to achieve a purpose beyond his subjective intentions.

This was very difficult, and Zhang Jingqing didn't want to dwell on it too much. He changed the subject, saying:
"By the way, you mentioned before that you hired someone to use the Five Ghosts Moving Technique to move the millions of silver dollars and more than two hundred cartloads of private property that the Rehe warlord took with him when he fled."

What are you planning to do with this money?

Zhang Zhiwei said, "I've given it to Wang Ai. Part of it can be used for the expansion of steel mills and other industrial projects."

"Didn't we say before that we were going to build a huge air-raid shelter and move the factory inside?"

"This requires a huge amount of funding, and this money has come at just the right time."

"Another portion can be used to support anti-Japanese guerrilla warfare outside the Great Wall."

"Supporting the anti-Japanese guerrillas outside the Great Wall? After General Ma's defeat and retreat to Russian territory, were there still people fighting against the Japanese in the Northeast?" Zhang Jingqing asked.

“Of course!” Zhang Zhiwei said, “Although a large-scale counterattack with tens of thousands of people like before is unlikely, sporadic guerrilla warfare has never stopped. Those soldiers are fighting very hard, and we can do our part.”

"You've got a good idea, buddy!" Zhang Jingqing exclaimed, then her eyes suddenly narrowed as she continued:
"Speaking of which, the world is in chaos right now, with warlords tyrannizing and oppressing the people, and the people are suffering. It's not much different from before. Do you have any thoughts on this?"

"An idea?" Zhang Zhiwei asked, puzzled. "Master, what do you mean?"

When hints failed, Zhang Jingqing spoke directly:

"As I said before, double pupils are a sign of transcendence and sainthood. Throughout history, those born with double pupils have mostly achieved extraordinary things, becoming saints or kings."

“I see that you have invested in various places over the years, and your business has grown bigger and bigger. Now you have a deep foundation of power, a wide following, abundant wealth, and a great reputation in the martial arts world.”

"As long as you raise your voice, you will surely be able to command the masses. You can not only quickly build a well-equipped army, but also recruit extraordinary individuals from the martial arts world to serve you."

"Moreover, you are highly skilled and possess the extraordinary ability of double pupils, making it easy for you to discern the secrets of heaven and see through the enemy's deployment."

"With this method of warfare, wouldn't we be invincible in every battle?"

"The world is in chaos now, with various forces fighting each other, and the situation is collapsing and decaying..."

"Why don't you seize the opportunity, make a strong entry, sweep away all rivals, and unify the entire land?"

"........."

Zhang Zhiwei stared at Zhang Jingqing in disbelief, and with lightning speed, reached out to touch his master's forehead.

Zhang Jingqing looked displeased and reached out to hit Zhang Zhiwei's hand, but Zhang Zhiwei pulled back in time and she missed.

"You have no manners!" he scolded.

Zhang Zhiwei laughed and said, "Master, you don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense? This is not like you at all."

Zhang Jingqing took a deep breath to calm herself and said:
"Because throughout history, many people with double pupils have become saints or kings."

"For example, Yu Shun, one of the Five Emperors of antiquity; Chong'er, Duke Wen of Jin, one of the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period; Gao Yang, the founding emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty; and Lü Guang, the ruler of the Later Liang Dynasty..."

"Don't think your master is joking!"

"Our Celestial Master's Mansion has a history of thousands of years, and we have never been bound by worldly conventions. We have even raised an army to fight for supremacy in times of chaos."

"If you really have that intention, I will support you."

Zhang Zhiwei said, "Master, why do you only give a few positive examples? Why don't you mention Xiang Yu, who had double pupils, or Yu Juluo, who had double pupils?"

Yu Juluo was a Grand Pillar of State in the Sui Dynasty, and his disciple was Yuwen Chengdu.

Zhang Jingqing said, "Xiang Yu is powerful, but like the trees in the courtyard, he cannot see the objective laws of heaven. If he could see them, he might still succeed." Zhang Zhiwei laughed and said, "Master, please stop testing me. You just told me about the trees in the courtyard, and then you asked me to go to the mercenary competition. This is clearly a warning to me."

"Oh?" Zhang Jingqing said, "You mean, you actually refused because of my warning?"

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head: "That's not it. My ambitions have never been in this. I have no interest in becoming a king or anything like that."

"Moreover, Master, you just said that if the trees in the courtyard could perceive the Way of Heaven and stop creating life, they could live forever."

"I have deduced the general trend of the world, and naturally I have also glimpsed a corner of it. I know what I should do and what I shouldn't do."

Zhang Jingqing gazed at Zhang Zhiwei. As his master, he understood Zhang Zhiwei.

He wasn't surprised by Zhang Zhiwei's answer.

He was just a little worried, so he reminded him again.

As I get older, I'm becoming more and more talkative in my speech and actions...

Zhang Jingqing gave a self-deprecating laugh, shook her head, and changed the subject, saying:
"By the way, you just mentioned deducing the general trend of the world and gaining insight into its aspects."

"You said before that there would be a change in China in three to five years."

"Give your teacher a detailed analysis of what kind of change this is, how it arose, how it will develop, and what the consequences will be?"

“This can only be a general overview. If you want to go into details, Master, that would be asking too much,” Zhang Zhiwei explained. “Deducing the general trend of the world is very complex, and deducing the details is even more complex.”

"It's like doing arithmetic problems. Ordinary addition, subtraction, and multiplication are actually very simple. You can get the answer by doing the mental calculations."

"But if you're doing addition, subtraction, or multiplication of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of numbers together, it becomes very complicated, and you can easily make a mistake."

"Therefore, it is very difficult to see the future accurately. It is like a person standing on a high mountain. No matter how good his eyesight is, he cannot see all the details below."

"At most, you can see a general outline."

"And what I see of the general state of affairs in the world is..."

Zhang Zhiwei paused, then stopped talking.

Zhang Jingqing's eyes widened, and she shouted, "Stop keeping me in suspense, release it now!"

Zhang Zhiwei gave an awkward smile. He still couldn't control his master the way he controlled his junior brothers. He continued:

"In any case, after this change, the future of our China is most likely to be good."

This is not a word of comfort, nor is it based on past experience.

Rather, it was a conclusion he reached over the past few months after using his double pupils to observe the celestial phenomena at night and deduce the general trend of the world.

"The most likely outcome is good?" Zhang Jingqing pondered.

The future has not yet happened; it is merely a prediction. No matter how advanced the person making the prediction is, they cannot be 100% certain.

Although Zhang Zhiwei is a big mouth, he doesn't exaggerate or spread rumors.

The things he says, aside from when he's deliberately teasing you, are mostly accurate.

Since he said the chances are overwhelmingly good, it can be basically concluded that the future is bright.

Upon realizing this, Zhang Jingqing was overjoyed, and her previous melancholy about the country and its people vanished.

He patted Zhang Zhiwei on the shoulder, said nothing more, and got up to leave Tianmen Peak.

"Respectfully seeing off Master!"

Zhang Zhiwei walked to the edge of the cliff and waved and shouted at his master's back.

The master's figure receded further and further into the distance, soon disappearing into the dense forest.

Zhang Zhiwei retreated into the cultivation barrier of the crooked tree, sat cross-legged, and began to ponder his conversation with his master.

The trees in the yard...objective...the way of nature...

Objectivity is a relative concept, determined by the environment.

Being in the Celestial Master's Mansion, the Celestial Master's Mansion objectively exists.

We live in the world, and the world itself is an objective reality.

Therefore, the courtyard of the Celestial Master's Mansion embodies the Heavenly Way of the Trees, and this whole world also embodies the Heavenly Way of the Trees.

The Celestial Master's Mansion is the Heavenly Way of the Tree.

Who is my Heavenly Way?
If it were the Celestial Master's Mansion, with my current strength, what could cut me down when I sprouted like a tree?
The answer is obvious—the Heavenly Master's Salvation.

So how can we control ourselves?

It is like the 30th generation Celestial Master Zhang Jixian, who was ordained as a Celestial Master, then freed from the ordination, and passed it on to others, thus attaining freedom and ease.

Or should we just refuse like Zhang Chulan did?
Did Zhang Huaiyi just run away like that?

In comparison, Zhang Zhiwei felt that the latter was more reliable.

Zhang Jixian, the patriarch who attained enlightenment at the age of nine, was no ordinary person; his deeds are not relevant to any historical record.

"In that case, Master, you should just live well and stop trying to spread the word!"

Zhang Zhiwei muttered to himself, then he wondered, if this objective reference point were expanded to the entire land of China, who would be the Heavenly Way? And how should it be restrained?

Actually, compared to the Celestial Master's Mansion, this problem is simpler.

He already had the answer.

"Xiang Yu failed because he couldn't see the way of Heaven. What if he had?"

Zhang Zhiwei recalled Cangjie, the sage who created writing.

Cangjie was the first person in history with double pupils.

Judging from the double pupils of those who followed him, Cangjie must have been no ordinary person.

He was also the founder of Feng Hou Qi Men, a contemporary of Feng Hou, and even held a higher status than Feng Hou.

But why didn't he become king like Shun, one of the Five Emperors?
Because above him was the Yellow Emperor, one of the Three Sovereigns.

If Zhang Boduan is the ancestor of all extraordinary people, then the Yellow Emperor is the ancestor of all extraordinary people.

Cangjie glimpsed the Way of Heaven, so he chose restraint and did not contend with the Yellow Emperor. Instead, he helped him and created writing, thus beginning the Chinese civilization.

The Yellow Emperor also used the characters created by Cangjie to leave behind many scriptures that were regarded as treasures by countless extraordinary people.

For example, the *Huangdi Yinfu Jing*, the *Huangdi Neijing*, the *Huangdi Longshou Jing*...

Even the "Feng Hou Qi Men" written by Feng Hou was commissioned by the Yellow Emperor and written using Cangjie's characters.

If Cangjie is a positive example of the tree in the yard, then Chiyou should be a negative example.

Zhang Zhiwei had no interest in becoming Chiyou or Cangjie, but having been born and raised in China, he felt he should give back in some way.

Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes, stopped thinking about the matter, and continued his cultivation.

Life on the mountain remained peaceful.

Several months passed.

After making up for the losses from the last tribulation and consolidating his cultivation, Zhang Zhiwei made further progress.

Today, he practiced his meditation as usual, but for some reason, he felt somewhat uneasy.

He finished his cultivation, looked up at the sky, and his intuition told him that something very big was about to happen. (End of Chapter)