Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 281 - 270: Enter Sword South Path, Encounter Grievance Big Head

Chapter 281: Chapter 270: Enter Sword South Path, Encounter Grievance Big Head

Soon, Zhang San received a message from Third Miss Gan sent via Qiongqi, instructing him to go to the Heavenly Punishment Sect first and return quickly.

So, Zhang San made up an excuse, allowing the others to continue on while he left alone.

Shortly afterward, he ran into Cui Jiu, who had been divining Zhang San’s whereabouts all along.

The two men headed west, making a beeline for Sword South Path.

Zhang San couldn’t help but be curious and asked, "So, is our Heavenly Punishment Sect’s Main Altar located in Sword South Path?"

Cui Jiu gave Zhang San a mysterious smile and said, "Once we get there, won’t you know?"

Zhang San felt that this was like trying to steal a bell while plugging one’s own ears!

If they were now heading in the direction of Sword South Path and had agreed to return within a day and a night, it meant they couldn’t possibly travel any further.

After all, Sword South Path lies just southwest of Chuan-Yu Road. Otherwise, what’s the fun in such a matter?

Zhang San rode Hei at an extremely fast pace, while Cui Jiu’s horse, though not as fast as Hei, was spurred on relentlessly throughout the journey.

The two set out at noon and had already arrived at Sword South Path by that afternoon.

However, as soon as they entered Sword South Path, Zhang San spotted a convoy that was so extravagantly decorated it was beyond compare.

Zhang San glanced at the dust on his own clothes and then at the carriage not far away, his face full of envy as he remarked, "Being rich really is great!"

Cui Jiu sneered, "Didn’t you get a lot of gold at Hu Feipan’s place? Are you saying you’re broke?"

Zhang San immediately replied, "I gave half to you guys. Don’t you know how much there was? Besides, I need to exchange some for Cultivation Resources. I’m really poor!"

Cui Jiu gave Zhang San a disdainful look and said coldly, "The half you gave to Xia Chenglong, was that really half? Only Xia Chenglong would believe your words!"

Zhang San pretended not to hear this comment. At such times, no matter what the other party said about gold, he could not afford to engage.

Engaging could lead to losing money.

"That’s the Wen Family’s carriage," Cui Jiu said, seeing that Zhang San remained silent, knowing well that he wouldn’t even be able to get one tael of gold out of his greed, and decided to talk about the carriage again.

Zhang San couldn’t help but be curious, so he asked, "The Wen Family? Are you talking about Wen Ruchu’s family? Do they have people in Sword South Path?"

"Of course! The Wen Family isn’t just a big family in the Capital; they are a family with immense power in court and government. Wen Chudao is the Right Deputy Minister and the True Martial Great General, and he’s also a respected Pillar of the State! It’s completely normal for the Wen Family to have someone serving as Governor in Sword South Path, isn’t it?"

Zhang San hadn’t thought of that and couldn’t help but blurt out, "This Wen Family’s Governor, is he rich?"

Upon hearing this topic, Cui Jiu laughed.

In Cui Jiu’s laughter, Zhang San seemed to understand why Cui Jiu had chosen this route and why they had specifically stopped here.

So, Zhang San found a secluded place to change into a Taoist robe.

Inside the carriage, the Governor of Wenzhou, Wen Baohua, was currently enjoying a massage from a woman he had just rescued from the dusty road.

The woman’s massage techniques were quite skillful.

However, although Wen Baohua was a Governor of an entire province, he was not one to forget a good deed.

The woman was massaging his legs, and he too reached out to massage certain areas of the woman to ensure she didn’t get sore from sitting too long in the carriage.

A bit of rubbing, and the pain would be gone.

It was at this moment that Wen Baohua heard singing from outside.

"The Taoist Ancestor left a poem, we cultivate our hearts and not our mouths. Others cultivate their mouths, not their hearts, but I cultivate neither heart nor mouth..."

At first, Wen Baohua felt the lyrics made some sense, but upon hearing the latter part, what was this "I cultivate neither heart nor mouth" nonsense?

He lifted the curtain of the carriage and saw a handsome young Little Taoist just as he was passing by.

Wen Baohua sneered and continued massaging the woman next to him.

About a quarter of an hour later, Wen Baohua heard the singing outside again.

"There are words best left unsaid, complying with others we suffer so. We think we can dominate our lives, yet we’re forced time and time again to bow low..."

Wen Baohua’s heart suddenly trembled, feeling there was much truth in these words.

Often, indeed, there are people who are too embarrassed to speak their mind, and as a result, they can only be at a disadvantage.

Wen Baohua felt the lyrics were filled with wisdom. He lifted the curtain of the coach, noticing that they were about to pass a Taoist.

When the coach did pass him, Wen Baohua was taken aback.

Because he realized that the Taoist they were passing now was none other than the Little Taoist from before, wasn’t it?

Hadn’t they already passed him?

How did they pass him again?

"Coachman, what’s the deal with that Little Taoist outside?"

The coachman, driving the coach, looked around and then turned his head towards Wen Baohua inside the coach and said, "Master, what Little Taoist? We’re the only ones on the road; there’s no one else here!"

Wen Baohua was startled. Looking outside the coach, he indeed found that the handsome Little Taoist had disappeared.

Could I have seen wrong?

But what about those lyrics then?

Just then, the youth’s song rose once more.

"What’s meant to be will eventually be, don’t force it if it’s just not fated. When the time is right, things will come to light, and when it’s not, that’s when everything is granted..."

Although Wen Baohua couldn’t hear these new lyrics, he felt that he must have encountered an enlightened individual.

"Stop the coach, stop the coach!"

After Wen Baohua shouted a few times, he got down from the coach himself.

Once off the coach, Wen Baohua noticed the Little Taoist in front of the coach, walking and singing along the road.

"Taoist Master, please wait."

Wen Baohua hurried to catch up, beaming at the Little Taoist, Zhang San.

Zhang San stopped in his tracks, slowly turned around, radiating an imposing aura, and glanced at Wen Baohua.

"Do you need something, benefactor?"

Wen Baohua suspected he had encountered a high-level being and, notably, he could always see him, but the coachman, such a mortal, could not. Such a high-level being must be treated with great hospitality.

"Taoist Master, I heard your lyrics and felt enlightened. I lifted the curtain and saw you walking on foot alone, which truly distressed me. I hope the Taoist Master would join me on the coach. May I know where the Master is headed?"

"Wenzhou City."

Hearing this, Wen Baohua’s face lit up with joy and he said with a smile, "That’s great, I’m in charge of Wenzhou City. Taoist Master, please come aboard."

So, Zhang San got on the coach with Wen Baohua.

Even to allow Zhang San to come aboard, Wen Baohua had the women wait in another coach instead.

"Taoist Master, those women were the ones I rescued just now. I’m the kind of person who’s compassionate and loves to do good deeds. The two of us in the coach were absolutely behaving properly, no scandalous acts happened."

Zhang San laughed and said to Wen Baohua, "The benefactor clearly looks to be a person of great wealth and nobility, surely you would not engage in actions that diminish virtue and moral integrity."

After chatting for a while and becoming more familiar, Wen Baohua asked curiously, "Taoist Master, what brings you to Wenzhou City?"

Zhang San gave a light smile and said, "Actually, it’s nothing major. I am an emissary under the command of the Mountain God of Mount Heng, sent on a mission to Wenzhou City, to burn down the residence of the Wen Family. By the way, I don’t know how to address you, may I have your esteemed name?"

"Ah... my surname is Wen."