Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 67 Visiting
"Uncle Xi Chong, you and Mu Xuan should pack up your things and prepare to leave the capital in the next two days."

Wang Yi's sudden change of tone and his look that didn't seem like a joke at all made Si Chong and Li Muxuan very confused, but Wang Yi also gave them a reason.

"The Left Sect Leader asked you, Uncle Shi Chong, to come to the capital with Mu Xuan and me. I just want Mu Xuan to see the world and Quan Xing more clearly. He has seen the evil of Quan Xing, and he has also seen the tip of the iceberg of the world. As for the lesson, the guy who used the name of the Left Sect Leader before was severely punished by Mu Xuan. This is enough. If it continues, it will easily involve the Sanyi Sect."

At this point, Li Muxuan didn't understand, but the old man seemed to understand. In the end, it was the arrival of Liu Shao, the shopkeeper of Jianghu Inn, who reminded Wang Yi.

The head of the Yiguan Dao sect was not a fool. Although Li Muxuan and Shichong exposed their identities when they were teaching the four charity hall masters of the Yiguan Dao sect a lesson, they were right. No matter how they were taught a lesson, the Yiguan Dao sect had to accept it. They accepted the defeat and spread the word, and a toast was served. If Wang Yi was really like Li Muxuan and Shichong, they were all disciples of the Sanyi sect. Regardless of whether they drank the toast or not, the matter was over.

We have had people change the name, performed the proper etiquette, and shown our sincerity. If you, the Sanyi Sect, come to cause trouble again, then we, the Yiguan Dao Sect, will be powerless, but we have people behind us, so let's see if they will cause trouble for you, the Sanyi Sect.

The first drink was offered to Si Chong and Li Muxuan, whose identities were exposed on the surface. Asking Jianghu Xiaozhan was to use Jianghu Xiaozhan to tell Wang Yi, who has not yet revealed his identity, that you'd better be from Sanyi, otherwise we will settle this account sooner or later!
So Wang Yi understood, Si Chong also understood, and the shopkeeper Liu also understood.

No matter how Wang Yi tries to deal with the matter here, he cannot involve Si Chong, Li Muxuan and Sanyi behind them.

"Can you do it alone? I know that you and Zhang Zhiwei from Mount Longhu are invincible among the younger generation. Even among us of the older generation, there are not many who can defeat you two. But cultivators are still human beings after all."

"Uncle Shi Chong, that's true, but if you want to deal with me and Zhang Zhiwei, you need at least a hundred open spears, and a similar level of hidden arrows. If his Yi Guan Dao Sect had these, he wouldn't be satisfied with taking root in a corner of the capital now, and would have stepped on Yan Wu Tang and Ji Yun Society long ago. After all, the world is big, but it's not bigger than this~"

Seeing Wang Yi take out the gold-plated pistol from his arms, Si Chong was speechless.

He thought of the unlucky Quan Xing again. From Si Chong's perspective, he was a good fighter. At least under the protection of Zhen Qi, it would take three or five bullets to break through and then kill him. But just because he said a few words, he was distracted by Wang Yi's words, shot in the head on the spot, and sent away happily.

Only then did Si Chong react. He couldn't mistake Wang Yi for Zhang Zhiwei of Longhu Mountain. This wild young man in front of him could really perform some mysterious skills and go to the banquet covered in explosives.

At this time, Wang Yi turned around and paced towards the door, twirling the gold-plated pistol he had seized in his hand.

"Master Si Chong, the truth changes all the time. We have to change some of our views, otherwise it will be like the triple mystery. I couldn't figure it out before, and I can't figure it out now. If you are worried, you can go with Mu Xuan to help me. Let's see how I go to the banquet. But this little broken golden pistol is too dazzling. I don't know if the shopkeeper Liu has any connections to peel off this layer of gold for me and replace it with a few more similar ones. Tsk..."

Wang Yi left on his own. He wanted to go to the teahouse warehouse to check on Liang Ting's progress bar. This guy has been staying in the warehouse ever since Li Muxuan, the prodigal son, begged for money from his father and two brothers to buy the things Liang Ting wanted. Except for coming out to eat, he stayed there the rest of the time. He had to go and see if Liang Ting had any problems.
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October 1, the 14th year of the Republic of China, night in Beijing.

In a world where undercurrents are surging across the country, Beijing, as the capital of a country, seems to be enjoying a peaceful time.

The bigwigs in the imperial city whitewashed the situation, thinking that everything was under their control. The common people in the capital city outside the imperial city just muddled along, hoping that the war would end one day.

But for a force rooted in the capital, this night was somewhat special.

Yanwu Hall, Jiyun Society, Baiyun Temple, Jishidi Hall, these four powerful forces in the capital, their heads all went out with several young men on this night, as if they had made an appointment, and gathered at Yinghe Tower, a restaurant rooted in the capital by Jianghu Inn, and were received by Liu Wei, the young owner of Jianghu Inn.

Outside this open box is the main base of I-Kuan Taoism which is also rooted in the capital. As for the distance, as a unique person in the area, they naturally have the means to transmit the images from several miles away to their eyes.

They came here without any prior arrangement, naturally they came here to watch a good show.

At Yutai Teahouse, Wang Yi was wearing a black gown, with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed and at ease. Behind Wang Yi, Liang Ting followed closely like an iron tower, wearing a white shorts outfit that set off his tall stature. Next to these two people, there was a team of ten children, about five or six years old, covered in black cloth, following closely. Then came Li Muxuan and Si Chong, who changed into the Sanyi Sect's Taoist robes. At this time, they could only follow aside and could not join Wang Yi and Liang Ting's team.

Just like Wang Yi said, this was a matter between him and Yiguan Daoism. As long as someone was interested, the identities of Si Chong and Li Muxuan as members of the Sanyi Sect could not be hidden. If they were really involved, it would only cause trouble for the Sanyi Sect, so they could only watch Wang Yi take Liang Ting to the banquet.

The two of them led such a strange team but did not attract the attention of passers-by on the street, as if they did not see Wang Yi and Liang Ting and the others.

Li Muxuan, who was standing by and following Si Chong, was also asking questions to this old veteran.

"Uncle Master, what kind of unique method is this? Is it from the Mojin Rougu Sect?"

"That method is, but this concealing method should be due to Wang Yi's own unique skills derived from the Ghost Hand King."

Si Chong pointed at the small team led by Liang Ting and explained to Li Muxuan.

"Uncle Master, can you tell me about Brother Liang's method?"

"Do you know the wooden ox and flowing horse? It was created by Zhuge Wuhou in the late Han Dynasty. It is similar to the mechanism and talisman of the Mojin Rougu Sect. But Zhuge Wuhou created the wooden ox and flowing horse to replace human labor in transporting grain. I don't know what the purpose of this one created by Liang Ting is..."

Following Si Chong's explanation, Li Muxuan and Si Chong followed all the way, and also followed Wang Yi and Liang Ting to the base camp of the fraudulent cult Yiguan Taoism, a magnificent mansion with big red lanterns hanging high. There were servants guarding the door, each of them was strong and fat.

If it weren't for the four characters "Yi Guan Taoism" written on the door plaque, people who didn't know would have thought it was a wealthy family. Wang Yi and Liang Ting brought the puppets that Liang Ting had worked on overnight for half a month to stand in front of the Yi Guan Taoism mansion, but the Taoists, who were considered experts among ordinary people, ignored them.

"Even if you tell me again that your martial arts technique was derived from Reversing the Eight Directions, I won't believe it..." Liang Ting said in a buzzing voice. He has been following Wang Yi for almost three months, and he still has only a vague understanding of Wang Yi's methods, so he can always come up with some tricks for him.

Just like now, Wang Yi clearly didn't use any tricks, but along the way, everyone became blind and had no idea that there was such a person walking by them.

"A tall building is built from the ground up, Brother Liang, don't be so pedantic, you will have great achievements in the future with your machinery~"

Wang Yi said with a smile, this is just his little skill in applying human magnetic field, borrowing the power of heaven and earth to disrupt the magnetic field in the brain of everyone he passed by, causing them to have a temporary distortion in their vision, thus achieving the effect of invisibility. It sounds light, but it is hard to imagine how delicate the operation is. Wang Yi is not afraid of this, he just thought about it, tried it again, and then it worked. No wonder Lu Guangda cursed when he saw Wang Yi's experience in cultivating human magnetic field.

If you cultivate the human magnetic field according to Wang Yi's experience, even if you are Einstein, you will die young!

"What are we waiting for?"

"Wait for a letter from Manager Liu."

As he was talking, a paper crane made of bright yellow paper flew across the night and into the I-Kuan Taoism's house. The servant guarding the door saw it and immediately pushed the door open to report to the four charity hall masters and the headmaster who had already set out the first round of wine.

In the banquet hall, servants' footsteps arrived along with a letter from Manager Liu.

The head master sitting on the main seat signaled the servants to leave with his eyes, and carefully read the reply letter from Jianghu Inn. Then, as normal, he put the paper on the table.

"Humph! You are such a great guy, Wang Yi. After making a big splash at the Jiangnan Lu family's birthday banquet, you are using our Yi Guan Dao Sect as your own famous show, right?!"

"Master?" The four hall masters who were sitting in the accompanying seats asked, and saw the master throwing the paper in his hand to them and passing it around in turn.

With the endorsement of Jianghu Xiaozhan, an underworld intelligence agency, the whole story was also connected among the high-ranking officials of the Yiguan Taoism.

There was nothing wrong with the fact that the disciples of the Sanyi Sect had messed up the place. It was the Yiguan Dao that had offended them. But why would the disciples of the Sanyi Sect pay attention to the Yiguan Dao that had only taken root in a corner of the capital? It was purely because of this random person named Wang Yi who had brought trouble to others. Knowing that he had been beaten up for no reason and even had to change his name in the underworld, the head of the hall, who had previously called himself the Great Ying Immortal and now changed himself to the Empty Taoist, was even more furious.

"Damn it! This is outrageous!"

"Are you still feeling wronged? If you weren't the head of the Sanyi Sect, how could a Sanyi disciple who came to Beijing to do business be so easily instigated? Okay, now that we know who the enemy is, the rest of the matter will be easy to handle. The Sanyi disciple will not be coming to the peace dinner tonight, so we can eat by ourselves. Before eating, go through all the necessary procedures."

Hearing this, everyone, including the servants waiting on the side, stopped being negligent. They all looked solemn and started chanting the Taoist teachings.

In fact, there is only one doctrine in I-Kuan Taoism, which is to adopt what is useful.

They themselves do not have any specific doctrines, but rather copy and paste the teachings of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, mix them together, and pretend that they are their own. They even keep up with the times, seeing that Christianity is flourishing in China with the arrival of missionaries, and they also copy and paste the teachings of Christianity for use. Therefore, we have the following paragraph, which is a mixture of the teachings of the I-Kuan Taoism.

'The Wuji Zhenkong Old Mother gave birth to ten thousand ways, and all the ways have their own laws. The law is the One and Only Way. The way can connect the present and the past. Believe in me and you will understand the future. What will the future be like? The future is Maitreya, and Maitreya is Allah. Seeing the teachings is like seeing Allah, and seeing Allah is like seeing Maitreya...'

The sound of these strange and unrecognizable recitations of doctrines rang out in the banquet hall. At the beginning, they were somewhat perfunctory and uneven, but later on, they gradually became even. In the end, the faces of the owners of the charity halls, the servants, the believers, and the Taoist children all became pious, and the sound of reciting the doctrines became truly solemn and dignified. In their recitation of the doctrines, it seemed as if there really was such a deity as the Wuji Zhenkong Old Mother, who created all the ways and all things in the world.

The head Taoist priest who was sitting on the main seat was looking at the invisible will power emanating from the four hall masters, believers and Taoists. The expression on his face could no longer be suppressed. Unfortunately, no one could appreciate it at the moment. They were all reciting the so-called teachings of Yi Guan Taoism with their eyes closed, until a teasing voice came from the roof.

"Maitreya has not come yet? If you have seen the future, why don't you worship him?"

Along with this sound, there was an invisible gravity generated out of thin air, pressing indiscriminately on everyone who was reciting the doctrine in the banquet hall at that moment.

Their recitation was interrupted by extremely tyrannical and violent means, leaving them no time to react. They were either lying or kneeling, and the delicious food on the table was almost wasted.

The tiles on the roof were lifted up bit by bit.

Wang Yi stood in the night with his hands behind his back, like a fairy riding the wind. The hem of his long gown fluttered in the wind, and he looked down at the villains below who were deceiving people by pretending to be fairies and gods.

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