Under One Person: God Profiler

Chapter 38: Burn incense when you see a Buddha, draw your gun when you see a thief!

Xia Huaisang looked at the Golden Light Mantra at her feet with a very ugly expression. She bent down to pick it up, and after realizing that it was a real Golden Light Mantra, her expression became even uglier.

"What do you mean?"

Xia Huaisang's expression turned serious, his previous playful demeanor replaced by a cold tone as he asked.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the Golden Light Mantra with a tense expression, his face filled with grief, reluctance, and self-reproach, and said:

"Please don't take it away!"

Xia Huaisang almost fainted from anger at Zhang Zhiwei's exaggerated acting. She gasped for breath and said, "Stop acting! What do you mean by that?!"

Seeing that he had been exposed, Zhang Zhiwei stopped pretending and said nonchalantly, "You got the Golden Light Mantra, you succeeded, what's the point? Didn't you come here just to steal it?"

Xia Huaisang slammed the Golden Light Mantra back at him, his anger flaring: "Screw you! This is your inheritance, shouldn't you treat it like a precious treasure and hide it away!"

"You should be gritting your teeth and filled with hatred at me for what I just did! What was the meaning of your actions?"

Zhang Zhiwei raised an eyebrow: "Was my performance just now not up to par?"

Xia Huaisang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "Are you performing or what?"

Xia Huaisang let out a deep breath, suppressing the anger on his face, and looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a stern expression, saying, "Take me to see the Old Celestial Master..."

Zhang Zhiwei frowned and looked Xia Huaisang up and down: "You think you can just see my master whenever you want? You want to offer yourself to him in the middle of the night?"

"hurry up!"

"Judging from your appearance, you don't have the courage to pass on your skills. Giving me the Golden Light Mantra was the Old Celestial Master's idea, wasn't it..."

"You're not calling the old man by his full name anymore?"

"Shut up and take me there..."

"Alright, alright, if you're not afraid my master will kill you, you Quanxing demon, with one palm, then come with me..."

Zhang Zhiwei gave a perfunctory reply, assuming that Xia Huaisang definitely wouldn't dare to go.

Unexpectedly, Xia Huaisang looked resolute:

"Please lead the way, Taoist priest."

Zhang Zhiwei, however, looked at Xia Huaisang with a strange expression, thinking to himself, 'This rascal is suddenly acting strangely serious.'

He then walked slowly toward the Celestial Master's residence.

Night fell, and the chirping of crickets made the darkness seem even more intense.

The surrounding villas had all been turned off, but one lamp in the middle remained lit.

Zhang Zhiwei was somewhat surprised to see the house lit up, and said to Xia Huaisang, "It's good that Master hasn't gone to sleep yet."

Xia Huaisang remained silent. He slowly walked to the door.

"Quanxing, Xia Huaisang, requests an audience with the Celestial Master."

After a moment of silence, a disappointed sigh came from inside the room.

"come in."

Upon hearing Zhang Jingqing's reply, Xia Huaisang pushed open the door and entered, with Zhang Zhiwei following closely behind.

Zhang Jingqing, dressed in a blue Taoist robe with black trim, sat upright on the bed, her tiger-like eyes fixed on Xia Huaisang.

Xia Huaisang immediately felt a sense of pressure. 'Is this the weight of a Celestial Master? Luckily, he didn't hold it against me.'

"Greetings to the Heavenly Master."

Zhang Jingqing snorted: "Not going to insult me ​​anymore?"

Xia Huaisang bent slightly and bowed again, his straight body slightly bent: "Great magnanimity, Celestial Master."

"What do you want with me so late?"

Zhang Jingqing asked the question knowingly.

A fawning smile appeared on Xia Huaisang's roguish face: "Old Celestial Master, have you never thought of hunting down Huaiyi?"

Zhang Jingqing closed her eyes and nodded slowly.

"So, you sent people down the mountain to bring Huaiyi back up and protect him?"

Xia Huaisang asked tentatively.

Zhang Jingqing nodded again.

Xia Huaisang breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Master, for never holding a grudge against me these past few days and for teaching me techniques."

Zhang Jingqing then gave Xia Huaisang another look: "How's your practice going?"

"Small successes have been achieved."

As Xia Huaisang spoke, golden light appeared in his palm.

Zhang Jingqing looked at the golden light in Xia Huaisang's palm and pondered for a while before saying, "If you are willing, I can take you as my disciple. From then on, you can leave Quanxing, and no one in the world will dare to touch you."

Xia Huaisang shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Celestial Master, but the Celestial Master's Mansion is not suitable for me. Quanxing is my true home."

"Sigh, why are you doing this to yourself? You have no need to get involved in the trouble caused by Huaiyi and the others! If you join the Celestial Master's Mansion, I can protect you for the rest of your life."

A hint of pity appeared in Zhang Jingqing's eyes as she looked at Xia Huaisang.

Xia Huaisang was well aware of his old Celestial Master's intentions, but he was even more aware that if he entered the Celestial Master's Mansion to seek a miserable life, he would suffer from the torment of his conscience for the rest of his life.

Xia Huaisang looked at the golden light in his hand and slowly said:

"Old Celestial Master, there's an old saying you've surely heard before."

"Ghosts possess the weak, and Buddhas make the virtuous suffer."

The world is unfair.

A group of hypocritical scoundrels, under the guise of eliminating demons, are plotting against my brothers. I won't swallow this insult.

"I've risked my life for my brothers! How could I not know whether they're wicked or not?"

"The truly evil people, if no one punishes them, then I will punish them!"

"Burn incense when you see a Buddha, draw your gun when you see a thief!"

They're going to rob us! So be prepared to be robbed!

As Xia Huaisang spoke, a flash of ferocity crossed his eyes. He clenched his fist, dissipating all the golden light in his hand.

"Alas, since that's the case, you'd better take care of yourself... I'm truly glad that Huaiyi knows you."

Seeing this, Zhang Jingqing stopped trying to persuade them. Everyone has their own path to walk, and how that path unfolds is entirely up to them; it cannot be forced.

"Thank you very much, Master. I am truly sorry for what I have done these past few days."

Xia Huaisang said sincerely.

Zhang Jingqing shook her head, indicating that she didn't care.

Seeing the old celestial master's expression, Xia Huaisang opened his mouth as if to speak, but then stopped himself.

"Is there anything else?"

Zhang Jingqing asked softly, her fatherly demeanor leaving Zhang Zhiwei speechless. His master had never treated him like that before.

"This junior hopes to learn from the venerable master's profound wisdom."

Xia Huaisang said firmly.

"you sure?"

"Sure!"

Xia Huaisang did not hesitate for a moment.

Zhang Jingqing had lost count of how many times she had sighed. She nodded helplessly in agreement.

Xia Huaisang, Zhang Jingqing, and Zhang Zhiwei arrived at the training ground together.

Xia Huaisang and Zhang Jingqing stood facing each other.

"Once you've gone this far, there's really no turning back."

Zhang Jingqing tried to persuade her again.

Xia Huaisang silently took out fluorescent gloves and gently wiped them in front of him, his body surrounded by black mist.

A transparent, dark gold veil appeared on her head, and a thin veil appeared on her body. Dark gold patterns flowed slowly, forming a Yazi (a mythical beast) that disappeared into her shoulders.

Divine Mask - Tier 2

Spirits and deities exert their power

King Chujiang, one of the Ten Kings of Hell!

"Good and evil—reward and punishment; let them go—who will kill them!"

A deep, resonant voice emanated from Xia Huaisang's mouth: "A Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night!"

As Xia Huaisang finished speaking.