Under One Person: God Profiler

The car then swayed and came to a stop.

Xiao Zizai unbuckled his seatbelt: "Xiao Yuan, we've arrived at the airport." He took off his glasses and put them aside, then opened the car door and said, "Old Dou, I'll go buy some water. What would you like to drink?"

Dou Le glared at him: "Airport water is too expensive! I'm not drinking it."

Xiao Zizai took off his glasses, pinched them to relieve his fatigue, and sighed, "It's my treat."

"Baishui Mountain".

"it is good."

Xia Linyuan found it amusing and politely said, "Master Dou, I'll be going now. You can stay in the car..."

"I know, I need to rest well, I'll be busy in a few days."

Dou Le stretched, the seat slowly lowered, and Dou Le lay down and yawned: "You should get a good night's sleep on the plane, you've been quite tired these past few days."

"Uh-huh."

Xia Linyuan nodded with a smile.

They then headed into the airport. Xiao Zizai went to a store to buy water and walked with Xia Linyuan, saying, "Be careful when you get to Beijing."

"I will."

"Okay, let me know if you get into trouble."

"Ok."

Xia Linyuan smiled slightly: "Master, remember to pack your things when you get home."

Xiao Zizai adjusted his glasses, grinned, and patted Xia Linyuan's head: "Yes, I will."

Then, pointing to the store, he said, "I'm going to buy water. Be careful on your way. I won't see you off."

Xia Linyuan nodded and strode towards the airport. A smile played on his lips: 'Beijing, I'm back again.'

As Xia Linyuan stepped into the airport, countless eyes secretly watched his tall figure.

"President, Xia Linyuan has boarded the plane."

"Sect Leader, we've spotted Xia Linyuan."

"Master, Xia Linyuan has been spotted."

"Xia Linyuan..."

The moment the spies saw Xia Linyuan, they rushed to report to their superiors, completely oblivious to the fact that the person they were secretly watching had already turned bloodshot...

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Celestial Master's Mansion

The place was a mess; the dilapidated walls hadn't been repaired yet, and now white silk ribbons were hung up.

The Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, all wearing white headscarves, knelt in a row in front of the Sanqing Hall.

In front of them was a large shed, and under the shade of the shed, a coffin was placed.

Various kinds of joss paper were piled up around the edge of the coffin. An iron basin was placed in front of the coffin, burning paper money meant for the underworld...

Zhang Zhiwei watched the dark gray paper money drift away in the wind... his face showing neither sorrow nor joy...

None of Zhang Zhiwei's disciples dared to step forward to comfort him.

The ninth disciple, Rong Shan, knelt before the coffin, his mouth agape, his eyes wide open, bloodshot pupils that never blinked. If it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest, one would mistake him for a corpse.

Tian Jinzhong's death was a huge blow to him. Or rather, if he hadn't been so clever as to leave Tian Jinzhong's side to fight the Quanxing Sect, Tian Jinzhong wouldn't have died...

An old house where a treasure.

Tian Jinzhong was very kind to them when he was young. Rongshan was also very attached to his uncle-master.

Whenever he was tired or exhausted from practicing, he could go and take a break from training with Uncle Tian, ​​vent his frustrations, and share his thoughts.

Tian Jinzhong always listened patiently to them, so his sudden silence left everyone feeling uneasy...

"Where are we at?"

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly spoke up and asked.

Zhang Qianhe quickly stepped forward and said, "Master, the next step is the memorial service. It should be held tonight..."

"oh oh..."

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Zhang Zhiwei nodded slowly, then stepped forward and picked up some paper money to put in the brazier...

For some reason, the paper Zhang Zhiwei burned burned extremely quickly...

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the leaping flames and laughed, "What, you find it easier to use the money I give you, don't you..."

If Tian Jinzhong were alive, he might have been able to retort a few times.

But now he cannot speak, he cannot articulate.

It can only make the fire burn a little brighter.

"Don't rush, I have as much as you want, but you'd better keep it safe, I'm rarely so generous."

Zhang Zhiwei muttered something, then took some more paper and burned it...

The fire grew stronger and stronger, and a gust of wind swept by, gently blowing up black ash mixed with sparks...

Under the gaze of the Sanqing sculpture

It circled Zhang Zhiwei once, then spiraled upwards, soaring into the sky above Longhu Mountain...

Standing at the doorway, Lu Jin, dressed in a black suit and wearing a white headband, gazed at the sky and sighed softly, "Jinzhong, farewell..."

He strode over to Zhang Zhiwei and gently patted him on the shoulder: "Novice, alright. The younger generation is watching over things here. They have a lot to say to Jinzhong. If the two old folks are here, they won't be able to speak freely..."

Zhang Zhiwei paused in his movements.

He glanced at the disciples kneeling quietly behind him and sighed softly.

He got up and followed Lu Jin out of the courtyard...

A chorus of cries erupted behind him.

Rong Shan remained motionless, unchanged. Yet, hearing the cries of his fellow disciples, tears streamed down his face, and his fists clenched tighter and tighter... Tears mingled with blood, dripping onto the bluestone floor...

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Chapter 101: Is Sorrow Useful?

"My condolences, please accept my condolences... No one could have predicted this would happen."

Lu Jin and Zhang Zhiwei walked together on the path, and Lu Jin said to Zhang Zhiwei in a heavy tone.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head slightly: "Alas, life is unpredictable."

"Old Lu, why do you think Quanxing would kill Jinzhong?"

"Jin Zhong has been crippled for so many years and has always lived in seclusion. What deep hatred does Xiao Yuzi have for him that he has been hiding by his side for so many years just to kill a cripple?"

Lu Jin shook his head: "The Quanxing are just a bunch of lunatics. Who can fathom their true nature?"

Zhang Zhiwei remained silent, only sighing repeatedly.

Lu Jin looked up at the sky and smiled as he watched the birds flying overhead. "Now Jinzhong can finally relax. They won't have to come to Longhu Mountain in a wheelchair to entertain me anymore."

"Hehe, what are you saying? Jinzhong was very happy when you came. They even kept talking about you..."

"Who knows what he was thinking? He's dead, so say whatever you want."

Lu Jin feigned indignation.

"Hehe, I'm telling the truth..."

Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but smile as he watched Lu Jin acting like a child.

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei was in a better mood, Lu Jin continued, "Everyone knows he's the most tight-lipped, and you're the most loose-lipped. He definitely won't say anything bad about you! I'll ask Lingyu and the others later. If he really said anything bad about me, I'll buy him 20 yuan worth of paper money on his anniversary and make him furious."

“Old Lu, you…” Zhang Zhiwei smiled helplessly, “You make jokes like this now that Jinzhong is gone. If it weren’t for this accident, it’s hard to say who would have been finished first, you or Jinzhong!”

Lu Jin pouted: "Yeah... I don't know where he learned his kung fu from... he doesn't even need to sleep."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei teased, "Don't you even know whose junior brother he is? He's so full of energy he doesn't even think about sleeping... That's talent, you can't learn it..."

"Tsk, maybe I can learn it. How long did he practice this skill before coming here?"

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled as he watched Lu Jin scratching his head: "It's been quite a few years..."

"It seems to be from..."

Zhang Zhiwei stopped abruptly, as if he had just remembered something. A cold glint flashed in his eyes: "It started when...the search for Zhang Huaiyi failed, and I was injured...I couldn't practice anything except meditation..."

Lu Jin paused for a moment, then said, "Okay..."

"The dead cannot be brought back to life; there's no point in saying anything more."

Please accept my condolences...

Lu Jin raised her hand to pat Zhang Zhiwei's shoulder, but Zhang Zhiwei dodged it.