Chapter 51

"Junior Brother, the *Yi Jin Jing* and the *Xi Sui Jing* are the treasures of the Shaolin Temple. Although I don't know how you obtained them, you must keep this secret. Remember, a man with nothing to his name is blameless, but a man with a precious jade is guilty!"

You Xuande pulled Wang Zhong to a secluded inner room, carefully examined him several times, and said earnestly.

Perhaps feeling that his tone was overly tense, You Xuande patted Wang Zhong's shoulder hard. "Although all martial arts originate from Shaolin, we of Wudang are not afraid!"

"I'll personally go to Shaolin and get close to them!"

You Xuande's face showed determination, and it was clear that Shaolin would not be too fond of his method of getting close.

Wang Zhong looked at You Xuande with a mix of amusement and exasperation, and explained the origin of the *Zuting Shouqiao Jing* in a low voice. In the end, he even wrote down the text and handed it to You Xuande.

You Xuande, a seasoned grandmaster, had a keen eye that rivaled Wang Zhong's.

"This technique has a strong connection to Buddhism, but I wonder how the founder obtained it!"

"This technique seems similar to the *Kumokan* of Buddhism, but it is more refined!"

"If this technique is combined with ancient Indian yoga or the *Dahandin* of the Esoteric School, it will be even more miraculous!"

You Xuande read it carefully several times and shared his insights.

"You're right, I think so too!"

Wang Zhong nodded in agreement.

You Xuande convened a secret meeting with the heads of various sects. Two days later, including You Xuande, more than ten sect leaders announced their seclusion.

Wang Zhong, with a single-shoulder bag, boarded a flight to Hong Kong.

After all, Hong Kong was the foundation of Wang Zhong's career!

Hong Kong International Airport is the largest airport in Hong Kong, with dozens of international flights. It is a must-pass place for celebrities and officials traveling abroad and returning home, and for this reason, reporters from various Hong Kong newspapers are always stationed here.

"Brother, you're a veteran reporter, give me some tips!"

A newly hired paparazzo looked up to Li Haoran, known as the "King of Paparazzi."

"In our line of work, you must have a keen eye, one that can see through to the bone!"

Li Haoran boasted to the newcomer with a hint of pride.

"Take the time when Jackie Chan left Hong Kong incognito, dressed in disguise and wearing a baseball cap. I still recognized him at first glance!"

"Brother, you're amazing! Jackie Chan is known for his unpredictable movements. Running into you that day was his bad luck!"

The young reporter flattered him.

"Of course, or would I be the King of Paparazzi? The King of Paparazzi, the King of Paparazzi, the King of Paparazzi!"

Li Haoran looked at the young man's admiring eyes with satisfaction.

Suddenly, his expression changed, filled with shock as he looked ahead.

"Brother, brother, brother, what's wrong? Is it a big catch? Jackie Chan or Dickie Cheung?"

The young reporter also noticed Li Haoran's abnormality, raised his head excitedly, and started snapping photos in Wang Zhong's direction.

Wang Zhong, dressed casually, noticed the two paparazzi but didn't pay much attention and nodded slightly.

"It's not a big catch!"

Seeing that Wang Zhong didn't pursue the matter, Li Haoran's tense face gradually relaxed. Wang Zhong's casual glance had made him feel a chill down his spine.

"It's not a big catch!"

The young reporter said dejectedly, his fingers moving skillfully to open the camera.

"What are you doing!"

Seeing the young man about to expose the film, Li Haoran panicked and snatched the camera.

"That's not a big catch, it's a big dragon!"

...

"That's Wang Zhong!"

"Although he has lost a lot of weight, I recognized him at first glance. Who am I? The King of Paparazzi! I rely on these keen eyes!"

"We're going to make a fortune this time!"

Li Haoran said excitedly.

"Wang Zhong!"

The young reporter said each word slowly, his mind involuntarily recalling the content of the newspapers from a few days ago.

"Pride of Hong Kong, Master of Feng Shui, Wang Zhong"

...

Almost all the front pages of Hong Kong newspapers were related to Wang Zhong, solidifying his reputation as a feng shui master. These days, Wang Zhong's feng shui studio was busier than ever.

Mary, the receptionist, looked at the ringing phones with fatigue and fear. These were all wealthy people booking appointments with Master Wang Zhong!

There were people from Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, and Southeast Asian countries like Singapore and Malaysia. Due to the time difference, even at night, calls came in from clients in Australia in the Southern Hemisphere.

"Sister Ruolan, I'm about to break down. Can you hire a few more people?"

Mary slumped on the table, looking exhausted.

"It will be better in a few days, it will be better. Good girl!"

Ruolan, seeing Mary's somewhat whiny look, said with a smile.

"I have some fat sea dates, good for the throat!"

"Sister Ruolan, you're almost the boss's woman, can you be a bit more generous?"

Mary rubbed her thumb and index finger together, looking playful.

"Let you talk, let you talk!"

Ruolan's face turned red with embarrassment, and she playfully tickled Mary.

"Sister Ruolan, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, hehe!"

Mary, caught off guard, pleaded for mercy.

"Double your salary and bonus this month, and a dinner at Lan Kwai Fong at the end of the month!"

Wang Zhong, watching the two women play, suddenly opened the door and said with a smile.

"You scared me, when did you get back?"

Ruolan, startled by Wang Zhong's sudden appearance, said in a playful tone.

"Just got off the plane!"

Wang Zhong threw his single-shoulder bag casually and said with a smile.

"Long live the boss!"

Hearing about the doubled salary and bonus, Mary, being greedy, shouted a few times and then tactfully left the space to the two.

"You've lost weight!"

"Was life on the mountain that hard?"

Looking at the slightly thinner Wang Zhong, Ruolan said with concern, and couldn't help but touch his thin face with her palm.

"It's fine!"

Wang Zhong held Ruolan's hand and said with a smile.

"It's a part of my cultivation!"

...

"Feng Shui Master Wang Zhong Returns to Hong Kong, Looking Tired and Thin: Why?"

Wang Zhong's exclusive news report, accompanied by clear photos, made the *Entertainment Weekly* a huge hit!

Although other newspapers didn't have the exclusive scoop, they didn't hesitate to use their imagination.

A series of sensational reports were churned out, boosting the sales of Hong Kong and Taiwan newspapers. The reason for Wang Zhong's weight loss became a topic of conversation among the public.

The most widely accepted theory was that he had revealed too many secrets, leading to a backlash from the universe!

Various news and speculations added a lot of fun to the daily lives of Hong Kong residents.

The Hong Kong Korean Taekwondo Association, the highest-ranking taekwondo club in Hong Kong, was personally taught by the eighth-degree black belt, Kim Dae-sung. At its peak, over a thousand people trained here. Due to the impact of the sports hall incident, the number of registered members has now dropped to less than a hundred.

Thinking about this, Kim Dae-sung had the urge to kill Wang Zhong!

"Master, Wang Zhong is back! And his physical condition has problems!"

Kim Dae-sung stood respectfully in front of Choi Jung-tae.

Facing the youngest grandmaster of South Korea, he had no reason to be arrogant.

"Spread the word, I want to fight Wang Zhong in a life-or-death match!"

Choi Jung-tae's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the bright light made the entire space bright.

"Yes!"

Kim Dae-sung bowed respectfully.

As if sensing Choi Jung-tae's killing intent, Wang Zhong looked into the distance and muttered:

"I'm back!"

Choi Jung-tae's eyes slightly closed, his mind and spirit united, as if sensing Wang Zhong's response, he murmured:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Then let's fight!"

"Then let's fight!"

The two young grandmasters, though they had not met, understood each other's intentions.

...

*Challenge to a Life-or-Death Match*

All major newspapers in Hong Kong received a challenge letter from the Hong Kong Korean Taekwondo Association!

The youngest grandmaster of South Korea, Choi Jung-tae, challenges the Hong Kong martial god, Wang Zhong!

"Big news!"

"Big news!"

"Big news!"

"News that will shake Hong Kong!"

Every newspaper that received the challenge letter placed it on the front page without any changes!

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