In principle, once someone comprehended Feng Hou Qi Men, they should have understood its proper use for ordinary people, even if they had taken a shortcut through Ziyang's legacy.
But that bastard Zhou Sheng had left the Feng Hou Diagram at Wudang without leaving behind its proper usage, nor had he placed any restrictions on learning Feng Hou Qi Men.
This directly led to three elderly Daoists becoming hopelessly trapped in the Inner Landscape on Wudang's back mountain—
Heavens have mercy, Wudang Mountain was not even a sect famed for its sorcerous arts. Their own lineage had traditions of patriarchs cultivating all the way to ascension.
Not to mention that the Eight Wonders were techniques that could not be brought out openly. What irresistible appeal could Feng Hou Qi Men possibly have held for them?
Back then, those old Daoists had probably thought that since their fellow disciples had risked their lives to bring this thing back, they ought to at least take a look rather than leave it gathering dust. In the end, they had been trapped for decades.
What was more, even Wang Ye, who possessed both the talent and temperament of a sorcerer, had learned Feng Hou Qi Men without understanding its true application. When Zhou Sheng appeared to offer guidance, he had even looked at him as though he hated iron for not becoming steel.
As though Feng Hou Qi Men had been created through his own hard work and talent.
"Forget it. I'll give them a hand."
After considering it, Diga decided to take a trip to Wudang Mountain while he had nothing better to do.
He was not familiar with Zhang Tianshi, but he knew Zhenwu exceedingly well. Wudang Mountain was Zhenwu's Daoist Temple, after all, and it worshipped Zhenwu with incense offerings. It