A Place of Good Feng Shui

The small temple was tiny, with only three rooms and a small courtyard. It was so old that the paint had peeled off the clay statue in the middle room, making its face indistinguishable, and half of its body had even collapsed.

All three rooms were dilapidated, filled with dust, cobwebs, cracked walls, and holes in the roof tiles, leading Shi Feizhe to guess that no one had lived here for at least twenty or thirty years.

Shi Feizhe cleaned up the place, then went to Zhao Family Market, dozens of miles away, and hired masons and carpenters to simply repair the three rooms, replacing doors and windows and patching the walls.

After seven or eight days of work, the small temple, which had been uninhabitable, became neat and clean.

Zhao Family Market was a town dozens of miles away, and most of the residents were surnamed Zhao, hence the name Zhao Family Town. Although it was a town, many traveling merchants passed through from east to west, making it quite prosperous. The medicinal herbs Shi Feizhe needed for his martial arts training were readily available.

As long as he went down the mountain once every half month to buy some food and medicinal herbs, Shi Feizhe could be self-sufficient here and practice martial arts with peace of mind.

Especially behind the mountain peak, there was a cold spring with low water temperature, which was very suitable for martial arts training.

Shi Feizhe was very satisfied!

What a treasure trove of good feng shui!

Surely no one would come to disturb his martial arts training here anymore!

From then on, Shi Feizhe followed his plan, practicing stances, swordsmanship, martial arts, and visualization every day. He trained from sunrise to sunset, being very disciplined.

Half a year passed in a flash. It was already November, and the weather was gradually turning cold.

His body became stronger, and he felt he could beat ten of his former selves. In the small courtyard, he wielded the rusty sword in his hand and finally perfected the set of White Jade Capital.

The three sets of sword techniques, White Jade Capital, Stroke My Crown, and Receive Longevity, were all sword techniques from the Twelve Story Building.

White Jade Capital was the most complex and intricate, followed by Stroke My Crown, and Receive Longevity was the most concise. After these three sets of sword techniques were perfected, coupled with visualizing the "Divine Sword," sword qi could be generated. At that time, sword moves would no longer be restricted, simplifying the complex and becoming elegant and unrestrained!

After finishing his sword techniques, he then assumed a very twisted posture according to the Yin Law Stake from the Nether Springs Divine Shadow Record to stretch his tendons and muscles. With minor achievements in Reward Good Fist and Punish Evil Leg, he could finally cultivate the Yin Law Stake!

Originally, according to his estimation, it would take him three or four years to achieve complete Blood Qi Spirit and cultivate true qi. However, after half a year of cultivation, he felt that he was indeed a Martial Arts Genius. In another two years, he could reach complete Blood Qi Spirit and attempt to break through to the Seeing Truth realm!

Just as he was practicing his stance, he suddenly heard a "rumbling" sound.

He looked up at the sky; it was clear! Where was the thunder? Then the sound gradually grew louder, followed by the sound of waves and water hitting rocks.

Shi Feizhe was a bit confused. It hadn't rained these past few days, so where could there be a mountain flood?

Then, he jumped onto the eaves and looked in the direction of the sound, seeing a white line appearing in the distance between the mountain valleys. The white line got closer and closer, like a thousand troops galloping, and like raging waves crashing against the vegetation in the mountains, swallowing the animals in the mountains.

"What... is this?" Shi Feizhe watched the surging waves, not knowing where they came from, raising waves as high as one or two hundred meters, rolling past, sweeping away everything, destroying everything.

"What the hell, there's a flood in the mountains? But floods aren't like this? Is it a tsunami? But there's no sea!"

He was truly a bit bewildered.

He couldn't think of anything else at the moment. He went into his room, grabbed his gold and silver pouch, then went to the kitchen to get the leftover steamed buns, and ran towards higher ground!

Fortunately, the mountain behind him was the highest peak in this mountain range. He ran towards the peak with all his might, running for half an hour straight, finally climbing to the highest point. Looking down, he saw boundless mountain waves wandering among the mountains. The entire mountain range seemed to have turned into a vast ocean, and those mountain peaks had become small islands.

Fortunately, his three small houses, located halfway up the mountain, were not submerged by the flood. The water level was not far from the houses, making them look like elegant dwellings on small islands in a lake.

But Shi Feizhe did not return to his small house. Who knew if this flood, which came from who knows where, would rise or flood again?

He wasn't one of those fools who camped at the mouth of a river. To be safe, Shi Feizhe stayed on the mountain until dark, and then from dark until dawn.

The next day, seeing that the flood had mostly receded, he finished his sword stance before going down the mountain and returning to his small house.

The water had truly come inexplicably, forcing him to be cautious.

When he pushed open the gate of his courtyard, he saw a short old man sweeping the ground in the small courtyard. He looked so content, as if this was his home.

"Huh?" Shi Feizhe was startled. Did I go to the wrong place?

He looked at the open gate; it was indeed the one he had replaced half a year ago!

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?" Shi Feizhe asked the old man.

The old man looked very old, with no beard or hair, only two long white eyebrows hanging down, covering half of his eyes. His face was ruddy, and he looked very energetic. He was wearing gray ragged clothes, the style of which was indistinguishable.

His appearance was very ordinary, just like an old man in the countryside, except for his two bright eyes.

"Who are you? And why are you in my house!" The old man was not tall, only reaching Shi Feizhe's shoulder. He glanced at Shi Feizhe, and while sweeping the floor, he retorted.

"What do you mean your house! This is my house!" Shi Feizhe felt this old man was inexplicable. He said, "The pots and pans here, even the broom in your hand, I bought from down the mountain. Of course, it's my house! I've been living here for almost a year!"

"What about a year ago?" the old man asked.

"A year ago, of course, it was an abandoned house with no one living in it!" Shi Feizhe said.

"This was this old man's home decades ago. This old man hasn't been back for decades, and I didn't expect it to become an abandoned house!" the old man said with emotion.

"Hey, hey, hey... You're not trying to scam me, are you! Seeing that I've fixed this place up nicely, you come and say it's yours!" Shi Feizhe didn't believe him at all. He said, "These doors and windows, roof tiles, and courtyard walls were all repaired by people I hired!"

"You didn't touch the courtyard, did you?" the old man suddenly asked.

"What?" Shi Feizhe was confused.

The old man grabbed with his hand and broke open the small courtyard, which was leveled with earth bricks. From three feet deep in the soil of the small courtyard, he pulled out a wooden box.

After decades, the wooden box had collapsed, and the contents were only a little black, indistinguishable. Only three words were carved on the top of the box.

"Chong Jiuyuan"!

"Look, my name is on it!" the old man said with a smile.

He gently blew the dirt off the box and carefully opened it.

"Why did you bury something with your name on it in my house!" Shi Feizhe said gloomily.

The old man's expression froze!

A treasure trove of good feng shui, indeed there was water!