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

Zhou Sheng stumbled and stumbled toward Zhang Zhiwei. Zhang Zhiwei reached out and grabbed his arm to steady him, preventing him from falling to the ground.

Even the red-faced old Taoist noticed something was wrong with Zhou Sheng's appearance. Considering that Zhou Sheng had just said that he "did not listen to Zhang Zhiwei's advice and caused a big disaster," the red-faced old Taoist thought that he had offended Zhang Zhiwei in some way.

He frowned and shouted, "Big monkey, what are you panicking about? Even if you've made a mistake, with all the seniors of the world here today, speak frankly!"

Zhou Sheng couldn't care less about his master's words. He had to panic. Those were his fellow disciples who had grown up with him and were as close as brothers!
He originally intended to pass on his skills to them so that they could revitalize Wudang, creating a story similar to the idiom "when one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven." However, he never expected that he would drive them all insane.

"What grave mistake could we possibly have made between us..." Zhang Zhiwei suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Hong Yin, Xiao Lu, or the others during his trip to Wudang, and instantly realized what was happening, saying:
"You passed on Qimen Dunjia to your fellow disciples without authorization?"

Zhou Sheng trembled: "Yes... I passed it on to Xiao Hong, Xiao Lu, and Xiao Fang."

His voice trembled: "Before passing on the skills, I repeatedly divined that they were all destined to live to be a hundred years old and would never die young, but I never expected... something still happened!"

He passed on the Qimen Dunjia technique to Hong Yin and the others... The red-faced old Taoist sitting to the side was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

Zhou Shenghui did not deliberately conceal the fact that he possessed the ability to communicate with the Qimen Dunjia.

As his master, he naturally knew how earth-shattering Tian Tong Qi Men was. When he first saw it, he was utterly horrified.

He had asked Zhou Sheng if he could leave this unique skill at Wudang, but Zhou Sheng refused.

Zhou Sheng said that this was a unique skill created by Zhang Zhiwei, and he had only supplemented and deduced it, and organized and recorded it using Qimen knowledge. If it was to be kept, Zhang Zhiwei's consent was required.

Zhang Zhiwei had said that this skill was not something that ordinary people could learn, and he had promised that he would never teach this unique skill without Zhang Zhiwei's permission.

Knowing this, the red-faced old Taoist priest did not insist.

Later, he privately asked Master Sun for his opinion, and Master Sun also said to follow Zhou Sheng's wishes, so he did not interfere further.

Didn't we agree not to spread it? Why did it suddenly spread? The old Taoist isn't stupid; he figured it out after a little thought.

Zhou Sheng was afraid that with his junior brother Sun gone, Wudang would be affected without the Martial Saint in charge, so he wanted to pass on his skills to add to Wudang's heritage.

Having figured out the cause and effect, the old Taoist priest wasn't too flustered.

Although Hong Yin and the others are the backbone of the next generation of Wudang, if they were to fall, half of Wudang would be left without support. But right now, with fellow martial artists gathered together, they can be asked for help if any trouble arises.

It's just that Wudang's reputation... I'm afraid it's going to be lost.

The red-faced old Taoist was about to speak, asking Zhou Sheng to take him to see Hong Yin and the other two to see what was going on.

But at this moment, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly spoke, and the red-faced old Taoist swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

The other sect leaders at the table, though also interested in the matter, did not interrupt and simply listened silently.

……

"You calculated their lifespans and concluded that they all had long lifespans, which is why you passed on the Qimen Dunjia to them?"

Upon hearing Zhou Sheng's words, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but laugh; it really was a misunderstanding.

In fact, although he had instructed Zhou Sheng not to spread the word without his permission, he did not take it seriously.

He himself was not a conventional person, and he could also see that Zhou Sheng was not a conventional person either.

He had anticipated that Zhou Shenghui's story would spread.

When he last came to Wudang, he wondered if Zhou Sheng would pass on his skills and if he would have to clean up the mess.

However, Zhou Sheng kept his promise and did not spread the word.

But this time, perhaps it was the ascension of Master Sun that finally made Zhou Sheng unable to hold back.

But then, Zhang Zhiwei's smile vanished as he remembered something.

In the story, these three unlucky guys were trapped in the inner world for their entire lives after being taught the Feng Hou Qi Men technique, only to wake up just before they died.

Now, these three people are trapped in the inner world again. If he pulls them out of the inner world, wouldn't that be considered rewriting their fate?

There has always been a saying that you should not forcibly intervene in other people's fate or take on their karma, because you will suffer the consequences.

This is why many fortune tellers are punished by heaven.

To usurp fate and inherit calamity... let's see if I'll suffer a backlash! How much karma can my shoulders bear!
With this thought in mind, Zhang Zhiwei grabbed Zhou Sheng's shoulders, forcibly straightening his limp body, and said:
"Come on, take me to see what they look like now."

Zhou Sheng was already hunched over, but when Zhang Zhiwei lifted him up, his bones cracked like bamboo splitting, and his back, which had been hunched over for twenty years, was straightened as straight as a spear.

"Zhang... Senior Brother Zhang... Come on, I... I'll take you there right away!" Standing so straight for the first time, Zhou Sheng's posture and tone were somewhat stiff.

“This old Taoist priest is going too!” the red-faced old Taoist priest said, standing up.

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly stood up. Standing at 1.9 meters tall, he was as imposing as a mountain, while the red-faced old Taoist next to him only reached his chest and abdomen.

"It's a minor issue. Mr. Li, you should stay here and take charge. We can't function without you!"

Zhang Zhiwei's tone was relaxed, which reassured the red-faced old Taoist priest.

"Call us anytime if you need anything!" said the Left Gatekeeper.

"It's nothing, I'll be right back."

After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhou Sheng.

With a snap, Zhou Sheng's taut body returned to its normal position, his spine shrank back into a shrimp shape, and he staggered ahead to lead the way.

Zhou Meng, who had just stepped off the stage, quickly followed after him.

“Master Li, I…I’ll go too!?” Wang Zhongsheng said, trying to follow, but was grabbed by the red-faced old Taoist.

"You! Stay here and tell me what exactly happened? What's the situation with Hong Yin and the others?"

"Okay... alright!" Wang Zhongsheng nodded and was about to sit in Zhang Zhiwei's spot to have a drink of water, but before he could sit down, he was kicked in the butt by the red-faced old Taoist, which made him stumble.

"Why are you sitting? Is there even a seat for you here?"

As the red-faced old Taoist priest spoke, he refilled Zhang Zhiwei's empty wine glass.
"Warm this glass of wine for my young friend Zhiwei. Stand up and tell me everything you saw and heard earlier!"

Wang Zhongsheng glanced at the wine on the table for Zhang Zhiwei, but didn't object. It was just a pity that he couldn't get a free drink. The wines on the seats for the sect leaders were all century-old vintages, which were hard to come by normally.

With Zhang Zhiwei taking action, even he himself didn't realize that his previously anxious mood suddenly relaxed, and he even had the desire to indulge in good wine.

Then he began to recount what had happened.

He found Zhou Sheng without much effort. He went to several places Zhou Sheng liked to go, and after finding no one there, he went to the cave where Zhou Sheng often secluded himself.

Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain prefer to meditate in caves, and almost every priest has his own cave dwelling.

Sure enough, he found Zhou Sheng in the cave. At that time, Zhou Sheng had Hong Yin and the other two tied up tightly. The three of them were sometimes asleep, sometimes calm, and sometimes violent...

After hearing what Wang Zhongsheng said, the red-faced old Taoist fell silent. To be honest, he was also an expert in Qimen Dunjia, and this situation was simply unheard of.

“Brother Li, there’s no need to worry about this. My disciple never fails to keep his promises!” Zhang Jingqing said.

Over the years, his way of addressing Zhang Zhiwei has changed repeatedly, from "wicked beast" to "wicked disciple" and then to "disciple".

"With young friend Zhiwei taking the field, I, this old Daoist, am naturally at ease!" The red-faced old Daoist smiled and looked at the arena. With Zhou Meng leaving the arena, it was now empty.

"Everyone, if anyone still wants to spar, just come up here."

Upon hearing this, a young man who had watched several matches and was eager to try his hand at it leaped onto the stage and invited his peers to come up and offer their guidance.

The atmosphere in the venue became lively once again.

………… …………

The mountain path was deep and secluded, and Zhou Sheng, hunched over, led the way, his steps hurried.

Zhang Zhiwei walked with his hands behind his back, his steps steady as a mountain. His tall figure cast a long shadow on the winding mountain path, and the thin mist in the forest seemed to know better than to avoid him.

Zhou Meng followed closely behind the two men, looking worried.

Before long, the three arrived at a secluded mountain hollow behind the mountain.

"Senior brother, he's inside."

Zhou Sheng stopped and pointed to a huge rock covered in moss.

On the side of the boulder, there is a narrow crevice that can barely allow one person to pass through.

"That's well hidden!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"This is so that we won't be disturbed when studying Qimen!" Zhou Sheng explained.

"You just don't want to be caught when you're slacking off!" Zhou Meng bluntly exposed.

"Let's go in and take a look," Zhang Zhiwei suggested.

The three of them went in. At first, the entrance was narrow, but as they went deeper, the cave opened up and they found a fairly spacious cave.

There were oil lamps lit around the cave, making it fairly bright inside.

As you can see, Hong Yin and the other two are tied to a stone platform in the middle of the cave. Their faces are as yellow as paper, and they are covered in cold sweat in their sleep. They twitch from time to time, and suddenly shout out or talk in their sleep.

The cave floor was a mess, with rubble and scratches clearly visible, indicating that a fierce battle had taken place.

As for the Qimen scroll that was hanging in the field earlier, it had already been put away by Zhou Sheng when Daoist Wang Zhongsheng came looking for it.

Seeing the miserable state of his senior brothers, Zhou Meng's eyes turned red. He grabbed Zhou Sheng by the collar and angrily rebuked him:
"Big monkey, look what you've done! You didn't teach it to me, but to them. You know how dangerous this method is, and you want to use them as test subjects, don't you!"

Zhang Zhiwei didn't interfere in the conflict between the brothers; he just stood by with his arms crossed, observing coldly.

Zhou Sheng looked at his agitated younger brother with complicated emotions. If it were any other time, he would have given him a full set of Bagua Sixty-Four Palms.

But at this moment, he not only had no intention of making a move, but also secretly hoped that Zhou Meng would beat him up to alleviate his guilt.

"Huh?! Are you mute? Did I hit the nail on the head?!" Zhou Meng became even angrier when he saw that he didn't speak, and he grabbed his collar and shook him violently.

Zhou Sheng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "My foolish younger brother, the reason I passed on the skills to them but not to you is because you're not bright enough. You're like a stupid pig or a dumb ox, and there's no way you could possibly master the art!"

Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"

No wonder everyone says Zhou Sheng speaks harshly; these words are indeed a bit too sarcastic.

as predicted.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Zhou Meng was completely enraged. He had only grabbed Zhou Sheng's collar a moment ago, but now he swung his fists and gave Zhou Sheng a good beating.

Zhou Sheng did not fight back, and although he was beaten black and blue, he felt less guilty.

"Pah, you're getting off easy!" After venting his anger, Zhou Meng shoved Zhou Sheng to the ground, then turned around and bowed deeply to Zhang Zhiwei, pleading, "Please, Senior Brother Zhang, save my senior brothers."

Zhang Zhiwei walked over and lifted Zhou Meng up like a child.

"Stand aside and calm yourself down!"

Zhou Meng nodded and stepped aside to stand properly.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhou Sheng on the ground: "What methods did you use to wake them up?"

Zhou Sheng struggled to sit up, his face contorted in pain, and replied, "In the past day and night, I have tried everything, including the Mind-Cleansing Mantra, but I have been unable to bring them to their senses."

"However, I've figured it out now. My junior brothers have gone mad with their cultivation and are trapped in their inner world, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion."

"Have you tried going inside their interior?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

Zhou Sheng shook his head and said, "They are all sorcerers, and it's not easy to wake them up in their inner world. Moreover, even if we do wake them up, they will quickly fall back into their inner world, so it's pointless!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded. In the Biyou Village storyline, there was also a programmer who got lost in the inner world. At that time, Zhuge Qing woke him up and firmly imprinted a sense of awe deep in his consciousness.

But this method didn't work on these three guys. They were trapped in the inner world against their will, and there were only two ways for them to break free.

First, thoroughly learn Tian Tong Qi Men.

Secondly, it makes them forget about Qimen.

Zhang Zhiwei can use his red hand to modify meridians and his blue hand to modify memories. By combining the two, he can enable ordinary people to become innate extraordinary individuals without a teacher.

Even so, they cannot learn the Tian Tong Qi Men (a form of divination).

Because they already knew the knowledge and mental trajectory from Zhou Sheng, they didn't need him to modify it at all.

However, cognition and understanding of the Tao cannot be modified.

Some principles are incomprehensible, even if you memorize the entire book perfectly, you still won't understand them.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what... do you plan to do?" Zhou Sheng asked cautiously.

“Wake them up, and then make them forget about Tian Tong Qi Men,” Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Is this possible?" Zhou Sheng asked.

"Not necessarily, but we can give it a try!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you don't even have absolute certainty?" Zhou Sheng asked incredulously.

“I can make them forget about this strange technique!” Zhang Zhiwei said, “But you should also know that the soul’s resilience far surpasses that of the physical body.”

"It is especially easy to recover from people or things that have left a deep impression on you and that you crave very much."

"Just because I've made them forget now doesn't mean they won't remember later."

"What should we do?!" Zhou Sheng frowned, his face growing even more distressed.

Then, Zhang Zhiwei changed the subject: "However, I will try to use as much force as possible when I wake them up."

"What?" Zhou Sheng looked up in confusion.

Zhang Zhiwei's tone was calm, but it sent a chill down Zhou Sheng's spine:

"I will leave them with an indelible impression of fear about this matter, so that they will never want to think about it, dare not recall it, or even want to actively forget it."

"In this way, even if the soul heals itself someday and the fragments of memory begin to resurface."

"Their physical and conscious instincts will also suppress it in the deepest corner of their souls, unwilling to think about it, afraid to recall it, and even... instinctively rejecting and escaping it."

"This is how Qimen Dunjia works: the more eager one is to seek it, the less likely one is to enter. Those who have no desires in their hearts, on the contrary, can glimpse a sliver of heavenly secrets."

"If you resist and deliberately avoid it, you will naturally not be able to learn it. If you cannot learn it, you will naturally not be able to immerse yourself in the inner world."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng immediately bowed deeply to Zhang Zhiwei, his voice trembling with excitement:
"Then please, Senior Brother Zhang, demonstrate your supernatural powers!" (End of Chapter)