In early summer, when flowers are in full bloom, a Buddhist gate that has not been opened for a century is now wide open.

The first monk, an old man with long eyebrows and a beard, looked compassionate, followed by his disciple who held Buddhist prayers and stepped out of the temple gate.

Led by the abbot, they turned around and bowed to the solemn Buddha statue at the head of the table.

"The Buddha's teachings are like a sword, and my heart is like a shield. I wield the sword against all evil and slay all the demons in the world!"

"Amitabha."

"Set off!"

Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion —

A group of young Taoist disciples tugged at their master's robes, blinking their innocent, wide eyes, "Where are we going? Can you take us with you? We're very powerful."

"Master, let me demonstrate a horse stance for you."

After the little guy finished speaking, he gathered his strength in his dantian and assumed a proper stance, but he couldn't hold it for more than half a minute before suddenly sitting down on his bottom and bursting into tears.

Even in this tense moment, the uncles and nephews behind the old Taoist priest couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths.

Fu San picked up the little guy and said, "You are truly a force to be reckoned with. When I was your age, I could swing my sword a hundred times a day!"

"Come on, your grand-uncle is about to go down the mountain. I'll leave you some homework before he leaves."

"Waaaaah, no!"

After the two lively characters had left the mountain gate, the old Taoist priest looked down at the white clouds.

"Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. It is precisely because they do not contend that no one in the world can contend with them."

"Set off!"

Wudang Mountain

Mount Emei

More and more independent cultivators from various sects emerged from the deep mountains and headed closer to the coordinates indicated by Bureau 749.

Coastal zone.

Old Li put on his most luxurious robe, which he had been rushing to finish recently.

He directed his disciples to arrange their formations.

Suddenly, a commotion was heard in the distance.

A baby-faced young man with incredible speed crossed the cordon and ran like the wind, while a group of police officers on bicycles chased after him with all their might.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Old Li leaped and stood between the two.

The police stopped their car, pulled out their guns, and pointed them at the breathless baby face hidden behind Lao Li.

"He, he, he murdered a woman in public at the train station."

"Bullshit!" the baby-faced youth roared. "My master was almost kidnapped by human traffickers and taken to the deep mountains. Why keep him alive for the New Year?"

Police officer: "That's no excuse for killing someone."

It was only after inquiring that we learned that the baby-faced master and his apprentice were Taoist priests from a secluded Taoist temple deep in the mountains, who had come down the mountain in response to the summons from the Xuanmen sect.

Unexpectedly, the master, being greedy, ate an apple that an older woman had given to the young man on the train, and immediately fainted.

A kind person on the train warned me that I had been given food containing ether by human traffickers.

The young man immediately remembered the apple and, sure enough, spotted his aunt acting suspiciously not far away.

Just as the train was pulling into the station, the young man raised his sword and slashed without saying a word.

They were chased all the way here by the police at the station.

Old Li was speechless. He took out his ID to send the police away, telling them to go verify the deceased's identity. Then he only asked the young man one question:

Where is your master?

The young man's expression was blank, his eyes even more bewildered than Old Li's. "Where is my master?"

A moment later, he slapped his thigh and jumped up, "Oh no! My unconscious master has been taken away by a train!"

Fortunately, a typhoon was approaching, and the military took over the management of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces.

The unkempt middle-aged man was intercepted by the military at the next stop and taken back to the beach. He was still asleep, snoring loudly.

No sooner had this matter been settled than another Taoist priest collapsed off the coast.

After being taken to the temporary medical station, Song Nanli glanced at her and said calmly, "She fainted from hunger. Feed her some liquid food and she'll wake up soon."

After waking up, the man said that he had brought enough food, but when he passed through some villages, he saw that the elderly and children there were too pitiful, so he distributed the food and money.

He almost starved to death on the way.

Old Li: ? ? ?

...

When things went wrong in the rear, Zhao Li, Zhong Lao, Lao Han, Lao Liu and other big shots from Bureau 749 floated above an island, either on swords or on beasts.

Dark clouds filled the sky, a strong wind howled, and large raindrops stung people's faces.

Zhao Li stood in mid-air, his gaze sweeping over a woman in purple below. "Look, where has the wind gone?"

If Ruan were here, she would definitely recognize the woman in purple as Sun Miaoyan, whom she met when she first entered Bureau 749. Sun Miaoyan claimed to have seen a rain of diamonds and that her thoughts could connect with the universe.

The woman's eyes were closed, and there was a noticeable light blue ring under her eyes.

Sun Miaoyan suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with shock, as if she had seen something in her mind.

"My God, the power of feng shui is so strong, it's already approaching the waters of Taiwan."

Below Zhao Li, a group of military personnel and geologists quickly calculated based on the location pointed out by Sun Miaoyan, and the conclusion they reached was utterly disheartening.

"At this wind speed and force, when it gets close to us, the typhoon center may reach an unprecedented level of 18 when it makes landfall. What should we do?"

Zhao Li closed his eyes briefly. "Don't panic."

"I only ask you this: if a typhoon passes through the waters between Taiwan and Fujian, can it slow down and weaken by using the terrain to intercept it?"

A group of old men specializing in topography quickly calculated that if the typhoon were to refuse to cooperate, it would run rampant, skimming over the outer sea of ​​Taiwan and traveling along the East China Sea currents all the way to Ningbo.

If the typhoon were to change course now and pass through the Taiwan Strait, the terrain on both sides of the strait would be able to mitigate some of its momentum.

After calculation, an elderly man wearing glasses nodded, "Yes, but..." However, it is inevitable that there will be an impact on both sides of the strait and losses.

Zhao Li: "I don't want 'buts,' I just want to ask you, is there any possibility that a hurricane could suddenly make landfall when it crosses the Taiwan Strait?"

The bespectacled old man laughed, "Absolutely not. If that were true, there would be no need for your Mysterious Bureau to get involved."

"To give an analogy, imagine a typhoon as a ball moving at high speed. Without external interference, it will only follow a predetermined trajectory."

The orbit is like an ocean current. Even if a hurricane were to actually enter the Taiwan Strait, there's no force strong enough to push it ashore. If it were forcibly altered, the wind force would be greatly reduced, making it nothing to fear.

"Get ready, first change of typhoon track." Zhao Li called out, "Liu Wenjin."

The scholar, also known as Liu Wenjin, was the highest commander of the recent rescue mission. He possesses the special ability to make his words law and is one of the top combatants in Bureau 749.

His refined face showed solemnity. He stood in mid-air with his eyes slightly closed, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"The Taiwan Strait, the ocean currents, change, change, change..." He couldn't bring himself to say the last sentence.

With each word he uttered, his face grew paler.

Blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth and veins were visible on his forehead.

Everyone clenched their fists, wishing they could exert as much force as Liu Wenjin.

There are limitations to the power of words. It's easy to open a locked door from the inside or to make a swimmer get a leg cramp.

The greater the change in things that she speaks of, the greater the test for Liu Wenjin.

He was as if he were fighting against an invisible force.

The difficulties that human beings face in trying to change nature are self-evident.

The military personnel and geologists below strained with all their might, thinking, "We absolutely must succeed!"