Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

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Duoduo stood on tiptoe and strained to see in that direction, but unfortunately she was too small and couldn't see anything.

Cheng Mo said, "He wasn't wearing Taoist robes, so he's probably expanded into some new business."

As they were talking, Master Wang had already led a group of his disciples onto the stage.

They stood on the stage, the music started, and Wang Laodao picked up the microphone and began to sing—

Wishing you longevity and happiness as long as the heavens!

Happy Birthday!

This day comes every year—

May every year bring this day again—

Congratulations! Congratulations!

Cheng Mo's lips twitched: "You have a really wide range of business interests."

Xia He suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Cheng Mo: "Were you just trying to get us to join their group?"

Cheng Mo looked at her: "Do you want to?"

Xia He looked down at Duo Duo.

Cheng Mo also looked down at Duo Duo.

Duo Duo looked up at Cheng Mo, then at Xia He, her face full of confusion: "What's wrong? Senior brother, sister?"

Xia He chuckled, picked up Duo Duo, and pointed to the group of people singing happily on stage: "Want to go up and perform?"

Duoduo fiddled with her fingers: "Can I?"

"Of course!" Xia He smiled, her eyes crinkling.

When Master Wang finished his song, a round of applause erupted from the audience.

Xia He hugged Duo Duo and squeezed to the side of the open space, waving vigorously.

Just as Wang Laodao finished basking in the afterglow of his dream, he opened his eyes and saw a beautiful woman with pink hair holding a little girl waving at him.

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Miss Xia, with Master Cheng standing beside her.

Master Wang gestured to the others and handed the microphone to his apprentice, Xiao Sun.

Xiao Sun took the microphone and sang the next song.

Old Master Wang strode up to the three of them, his face beaming with delight: "Master Cheng, Miss Xia, what brings you here?"

He then looked at Duoduo and asked with a smile, "And who is this little girl?"

Duoduo puffed out her chest: "I'm my senior brother's junior sister."

Old Master Wang was taken aback for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations on your master taking on another outstanding disciple."

Cheng Mo returned the greeting and asked with a smile, "Has the Taoist priest changed professions?"

Old Wang waved his hand, smiling somewhat helplessly: "It's all because of my apprentice. He formed a band before, but the lead singer left, so he pulled me in to fill in. I don't know how it happened, but people from all the surrounding counties and cities came to invite us to sing."

Xia He sincerely praised, "Your work is really excellent."

Old Master Wang humbly replied, "Just busywork, just busywork."

He then asked, "How did the three of you get here?"

Cheng Mo explained, "We were just passing through and got stuck in traffic, so we asked to stay overnight. We never expected to run into the Taoist priest."

He pointed to the banquet over there, steer the conversation back to the main topic: "If we sing together, can we eat at the banquet together?"

Old Master Wang laughed: "Of course, no problem. If your junior sister were to take the stage, the host would definitely like her even more."

Cheng Mo thought to himself: Just don't curse later.

He asked, "What shall we sing?"

Old Wang thought for a moment and said, "Let's sing 'Happy Birthday,' it's fitting for the occasion."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Okay."

A moment later, Xiao Sun finished his song and bowed to the audience.

Cheng Mo pulled Duo Duo toward the stage.

Xia He also wanted to go up.

Cheng Mo turned to look at her: "This is a birthday celebration, not a farewell."

Xia He glared angrily: "Little Taoist priest, what do you mean?"

Cheng Mo's expression was sincere: "You know perfectly well what's going on."

Xia He's face turned red with anger: "I..."

Duo Duo said weakly, "If Sister Xia He can't, then I can't either, right?"

Cheng Mo patted her head: "It's okay, your senior brother will take care of you."

Xia He stood there, stamping her foot in anger: "I...you...little Taoist priest, you're bullying me!"

What she was thinking was, "Can't you take me with you?"

Cheng Mo patted her shoulder and said gently, "Listen to the music in peace."

After saying that, he took Duoduo onto the stage.

When the audience saw a cute little girl go up, they all became interested and their eyes turned to her.

The music started.

Cheng Mo led Duo Duo into singing—

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...

Duoduo was a little nervous at first, but holding her senior's hand and seeing Xiahe waving and encouraging her from below the stage, she quickly relaxed.

Wishing you happiness, health, and a warm family...

Duoduo's voice was clear and loud, but... it was completely off-key.

Cheng Mo couldn't suppress the song, which was nothing short of a disaster.

But the guests were very tolerant.

This little girl is so pretty, it's already quite good that she sings like this.

When the song ended, everyone applauded enthusiastically, and some even whistled.

"good!"

"The little girl sings well!"

"One more!"

Duoduo's face turned bright red with excitement.

Cheng Mo whispered something in her ear.

Duoduo took the microphone, turned to the birthday celebrant in the main seat, and said loudly, "Happy birthday, Grandpa! May you enjoy good health and be happy every day!"

The birthday celebrant laughed heartily and waved to his eldest son beside him.

The eldest son immediately took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it over.

The birthday celebrant stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, and stuffed the red envelope into Duoduo's hand.

"What a good little girl, she took it to buy candy."

Duoduo held the red envelope, a little confused, and turned to look at Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo smiled and nodded.

Duoduo then accepted the red envelope and whispered, "Thank you, Grandpa."

The birthday boy patted her head and happily returned to his seat.

Duoduo ran off the stage with the red envelope in her hand and rushed towards Xia He: "Sister, sister, I made money!"

Xia He picked her up and spun her around, exclaiming, "Our Duoduo is amazing!"

Old Wang leaned closer: "Miss Xia, won't you go up and sing?"

Xia He raised an eyebrow at Cheng Mo: "Did you hear that, little Taoist priest?"

Cheng Mo said expressionlessly, "Whatever makes you happy."

He's ready to flee at any moment.

Xia He put Duo Duo down and strode onto the stage.

The music started, she picked up the microphone, and took a deep breath.

"Today is your birthday, my motherland—"

No, we've wandered onto the wrong set.

The music switched to the next song, and she started singing again.

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!

The whole place fell silent.

That kind of quiet wasn't the quiet of focused appreciation; it was the quiet of being subdued by something.

Only the melodious singing drifted through the night sky.

Floating, floating.

The sound drifted over the dam, past the thirty-odd tables, and into the ears of the drivers, who were frustrated by the traffic jam.

On a large truck, the woman who was escorting the goods said to the driver, "This little girl sings quite well."

The driver looked at her expressionlessly: "...Are you sure?"

The aunt retorted, "Doesn't it sound good?"

The driver was silent for two seconds, then nodded: "It sounds nice."

The song drifted and drifted, eventually reaching the construction site.

Several workers who were working overtime stopped what they were doing and looked at each other in bewilderment.

The foreman was silent for three seconds, then waved his hand: "Take a break first, have something sweet to calm your nerves."

The workers put down their work and squatted down to smoke.

No one spoke.

Three minutes later, the music ended.

The audience was still in shock.

Xia Hechong, the birthday celebrant in the main seat, shouted: "Happy birthday! Wishing you good health! All your wishes come true! May your happiness be as vast as the Eastern Sea! May you live as long as the Southern Mountain! May all your dreams come true! May good fortune shine upon you! May five blessings descend upon your home! May everything go smoothly! May everything be perfect!"

He can recite ten idioms in one breath without even breaking a sweat.

The audience finally came to their senses.

The birthday celebrant sat in the main seat, his expression complex.

That voice... it just doesn't connect with the beautiful girl in front of me.

He waved to his eldest son who was standing next to him.

The eldest son leaned over.

The birthday celebrant lowered his voice: "Quickly arrange a seat for that girl, and stop her from singing."

The eldest son nodded and quickly went up on stage to invite Xia He down, arranging for her to sit at the very end of the table, and even serving her a plate of cold dishes in advance.

"Please eat first, young lady, take your time, and you can have more if you're still hungry."

Xia He sat at the table, somewhat bewildered.

I wanted to sing another song...

Old Wang wiped his sweat and leaned closer to Cheng Mo: "I never expected Miss Xia to sing so...uniquely."

Cheng Mo looked at him and said, "If it sounds bad, it sounds bad. You don't have to be so tactful."

Old Master Wang chuckled twice: "Hehe, hehehe... Master Cheng, you play for a while, I'll go sing a few more songs."

Cheng Mo nodded: "You're busy."

Old Wang slipped away as fast as he could.