Jia Long naturally trusts Zhang Ren's strength.

However, if the enemy can capture Jiameng Pass so quickly, there must be experts in the army.

He said to Zhang Ren earnestly:

"Fu Jin Xiang Cun has 30,000 Sichuan troops under his command, but they were defeated by the enemy's battle.

General Zhang Ren went to Fushui Pass to resist the enemy, so he must not be careless."

Zhang Ren said to Jia Long confidently:

"The soldiers are in the spirit, not in the many. I am in the deep ditch and high base of Fushui Pass, blocking the enemy from outside the pass.

How can Yuan Jun be patient with me?"

Jia Long nodded with appreciation:

"Since General Zhang Ren has such confidence, I will transfer 20,000 Wudang Feijun to guard Fushui Pass with you!

Which generals you need to go with you, just mention it.

Anyone who can make decisions will support you unconditionally!"

Zhang Ren responded to Jia Long:

"Just take Liu Xi and Wu Lan to go with me!"

Jia Long turned his head and asked to the two:

"Are the two generals willing to go with General Zhang Ren?"

The two of them clasped their fists at Jia Long in unison and said:

"We are willing to follow General Zhang to defeat the enemy!"

Half a day later, the 20,000 Wudang Flying Army was completed.

Zhang Ren led Liu Xi and Wu Lan to Fushui Pass to guard.

During the march, Liu Xun said to Zhang Ren and Wu Lan:

"I heard that there was a strange man in the nearby Jinping Mountain, whose Taoist name was Master Zixu.

Master Zixu was a master of great men. It is rumored that this man could call the wind and rain, so as to fly across the wind, and to know the rise and fall of the dynasty and the country, and to know the life and death of the people.

We march today and just passed by Jinping Mountain. Why don’t we ask about the good or bad luck here?"

Zhang Ren was not very interested in these strange people and strange things. All he could trust was the mysterious iron spear in his hand.

Zhang Ren responded to Liu Xun indifferently:

"A real man can resist the enemy by marching troops, how can he ask the people in the mountains?"

Liu Xu is very superstitious and highly respects Master Zixu.

He shook his head gently and said:

“What General Zhang Ren said is a bit biased.

The sage said: The way of sincerity can be known in advance.

Yuan’s army is fierce, and we go to Fushui Pass to have a fierce battle.

Today, I ask a wise man, and you can seek good luck and avoid bad luck."

Although Zhang Ren still didn't believe it, Liu Xun said so, and he couldn't refute his colleagues' face.

"Okay, according to General Liu's words, go to Jinping Mountain to visit Master Zixu."

So Zhang Ren, Liu Xu, Wu Lan and other three led more than 100 cavalry to the foot of Jinping Mountain to find the temple of Master Zixu.

Jinping Mountain is thousands of feet high, with clouds and mists, and looks very mysterious.

To find someone on such a majestic mountain is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Just when several people were at a loss, they happened to see a woodcutter in the mountains and chopping wood back.

The woodcutter was an old man with white hair and beard and dressed in a coarse linen.

Liu Xi quickly turned over and got off the horse, walked forward with a pleasant look and asked the woodcutter:

"This father-in-law is polite.

I have heard of Master Zixu's name for a long time and have always wanted to come and pay homage.

Today I finally got the fate to come to Jinping Mountain, but I was struggling to find the temple where I could not find the master.

I wonder if my father can give me some advice?”

After Liu Xu said that, he stuffed a cash ticket worth 1,000 yuan into the old man.

The old man did not put the money handed over by Liu Xu into his sleeve.

He smiled and said to Liu Xu:

"I have lived in the mountains all my life, and money is useless to me. General, please take it back.

Master Zixu’s temple is at the top of this Jinping Mountain.

If you reach the top, you will be the residence of the superior.”

"Thank you, my father-in-law, for answering your questions!"

Liu Xu bowed to the woodcutter and led Zhang Ren and Wu Lan to the mountain.

When they reached the middle of the mountain, several people could already see the clouds at their feet.

The mountains were filled with green cypresses and strange beasts were running around. Many animals and plants that were unseen and unheard of, surprised Zhang Ren and others.

Liu Xun smiled and said to Zhang Ren and Wu Lan:

"Master Zixu is definitely a master of enlightenment, otherwise how could he live in such a blessed place of immortals?

The two generals believe it now!”

Zhang Ren nodded and responded to Liu Xun:

"It seems that Master Zixu is indeed a bit tricky. I don't know any masters anymore."

Seeing a single-horned horse running into the top of the mountain, Zhang Ren believed what Liu Xu said.

When he learned art with his mentor Tong Yuan in his early years, he also heard his master talk about some mysterious monks in this world.

These practitioners have incredible abilities and will not move around in the world at will.

Even the secular dynasty changes are like a joke in the eyes of these practitioners.

So Zhang Ren knew that such people existed, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to contact them.

Thinking of his mentor Tong Yuan, Zhang Ren recalled the time he was studying arts in his master.

Now Gao Chong, Zhao Yun, Tong Feng and other brothers are all under Yuan Shu's command and are hostile to each other.

I don’t know what the scene will be like when I meet them again.

Zhang Ren suddenly felt a little regretful, why didn’t he choose Yuan Shu when he chose the leader?

If I chose Yuan Shu, I could fight side by side with my brothers now. Wouldn’t that be a happy life?

Zhang Ren shook his head and drove this idea out of his mind.

Your Majesty has the kindness of knowing me and treats me as much as a mountain.

General Jia Long is also a teacher and friend to me, and he cares about me like a son and nephew.

Zhang Ren can only be loyal to His Majesty in this life!

"General, Master Zixu's dojo has arrived..."

Just as Zhang Renfu was thinking a lot, Liu Xun's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Zhang Ren looked up and saw a Taoist temple with green bricks and tiles in front of him, which looked like a fairyland in the hazy mist.

There is an ancient wooden plaque on the Taoist temple with three gold-plated characters "Zixu Temple".

The exterior walls of the Taoist temple are a bit mottled, obviously after countless years of wind and rain.

There is also this small path leading to the Taoist temple. The stone slabs are covered with moss, and countless fine lines tell the baptism of time.

As can be seen from the appearance and plaque of Zixu Temple, this Taoist temple is very ancient and probably has a history of hundreds of years in the mountains.

If this Taoist temple was called Zixu Temple hundreds of years ago... I would be terrifying to think about it carefully!

Wu Lan was also shocked by this ancient Taoist temple and exclaimed:

“Is this the residence of the old god?

It’s true that Dao Yun Tiancheng!”

Zhang Ren said to the two generals around him:

"Let's go, let's go in and visit this Taoist priest Zixu."

Several people walked to the Taoist temple, and before they could even go forward to call the door, a small Taoist boy came out of the Taoist temple.

This little child looks only six or seven years old, wearing a green Taoist robe, and is so cute.

Tong Er asked Zhang Ren and the others aloud:

"My master said that there are distinguished guests coming today, so I asked me to wait here.

Several generals came from afar, please come in and watch!"

Liu Xu was shocked when he heard this and asked the little boy in disbelief:

"Master knows we are here to visit?"

The little boy said proudly:

“How can such a trivial matter be said?

My master will know the world without leaving home.
Chapter completed!