Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

"Master..." Duoduo tugged at Cheng Shou's sleeve, "It's so lively over there, Senior Brother."

Cheng Shou assumed that Duo Duo had also sensed the gathering of natural energy and didn't think much of it.

He took a deep breath and smiled suddenly: "This is your senior brother's good fortune."

Duo Duo blinked: "A stroke of luck?"

Watching Cheng Mo's retreating figure, Cheng Shou sighed, "I never thought that brat would actually turn the table back into a tree."

Duoduo turned her head towards the dining hall, trying to see the dining tables inside through the wall.

As a result, all you could see was the wall.

She turned back to look at Cheng Mo, mimicking her master's exclamation: "Senior brother is amazing."

……

Interior view.

Cheng Mo has had enough fun.

They can command the wind and rain, change the world, create civilization, and destroy the world.

I've tried them all.

It's pretty boring.

The biggest trap in the inner realm is "greed for meditation." The reason why those sorcerers fall into it is because the contrast between the inner and outer realms is too strong.

In the inner vision, they are omnipotent, they are gods.

You can have whatever you want, and do whatever you want.

In the real world, they are weak, helpless, suffer, and are dissatisfied.

Comparing the two, who else can come up with something?

The physical body slowly withers away, turning into a living dead.

But this false sense of satisfaction could not sway Cheng Mo at all.

For him, this interior setting was like a sandbox game.

Players can freely choose between the technology side and the fantasy side.

Of course, games can be addictive, especially games that seem to have a lot of replay value.

But—

The fun of this game lies in building and developing little by little, creating a powerful civilization.

But inside the scene, he's like he's got an all-powerful cheat code.

The time flow rate can be set arbitrarily.

The world's strength can be changed at will.

I lost interest after playing a couple of rounds.

After losing interest, Cheng Mo began to think about the problem.

There was something he didn't understand—everyone has an inner vision, but no one except a sorcerer can open it.

Then the question arises—he has never learned any magic from childhood to adulthood, so he shouldn't be able to open the inner realm.

Or perhaps... this isn't an interior scene?

To answer this question, we first need to figure out exactly what the interior scene is.

Cheng Mo recalled the information and knowledge he had learned in his past and present lives.

Slowly, a clue emerged:

The Inner Realm is a "repository of the world's origin" that everyone possesses. Only warlocks can open it, but the Inner Realm does not belong to any individual.

When a warlock opens the Inner Sphere, it's like creating a local area network within the main network, simply mapping its relationship to the main network.

The real world is the hardware, the interior is the underlying source code plus a global database, and the warlock is a programmer with the necessary access.

Within the inner vision, one can use the laws of the world to deduce the future; pose questions and obtain answers; determine the outcome through Qimen Dunjia within the inner vision, and then project it onto reality.

After analyzing it all, I still can't be sure whether I'm currently in an interior scene or not.

So, how exactly do we determine this?

Forget it, let's figure out a way to get out first.

The moment the thought arose, Cheng Mo's consciousness seemed to turn into wisps of smoke and float upwards.

It floated higher and higher... higher and higher.

In a very instant, consciousness suddenly returned to the body.

Cheng Mo opened his eyes.

The world before my eyes seems to have changed, becoming more vibrant.

Whether it's the sky or the earth, a stone or a blade of grass, they all seem to live in connection with him, and he himself has become a part of them, no longer unrelated to them.

Cheng Mo took a deep breath and subconsciously began to introspect using the method his master had taught him.

The senses are amplified to an infinite degree at this moment.

the first time.

He finally "saw" the Qi within his body.

Qi is no longer a noun like oxygen; it has become a visible and perceptible physical entity.

They flow within the body, and the meridians have long since become a paradise of Qi.

With each breath, the Qi within the body interacts with the Qi in the outside world.

wrong.

It's not just breathing; your own pores are constantly providing a space for the interaction of Qi.

When the internal and external parts interact, the skin, muscles, and bones are all making subtle movements, and with each movement, they seem to be slightly enhanced.

Over the past decade or so, he has known he is getting stronger, and even occasionally fantasizes that he is getting stronger every moment.

But this is the first time I've felt it so directly—

I realized that I really am getting stronger all the time.

The changes that can be actually felt are more accurate than those that are predicted, giving people a sense of security.

huh~~

Cheng Mo exhaled a long breath, which mixed with the natural air, merging with the surrounding energy, before sinking to the bottom of the cliff.

The turbid air sinks down; that's what it means.

Cheng Mo stood up and roared to the sky: "Waaaaaah~~~~"

The sound echoed through the mountains and fields; birds and beasts fluttered, and the forest rustled, as if all were responding to him.

Just as he was shouting happily, the old Taoist priest's impatient voice came: "Alright, brat, stop yelling."

Cheng Mo turned around and saw his master and Duo Duo watching him from not far away.

Duoduo's eyes were wide open and her little mouth was agape in an "O" shape.

A bright smile spread across his face, and he couldn't help but rush over and pick up the old man and the child in his arms.

"Master! Duoduo! I can sense the Qi!"

Duo Duo was spun around in his arms, giggling happily, "Wow, that's great, Senior Brother!"

Cheng Shou looked disgusted, his wrinkles trembling: "I know, I know, it's just sensing Qi. Duoduo is so young and she can do it, but you're so old and you're only just starting to sense it. Aren't you ashamed?"

Cheng Mo remained cheerful.

However, Master is right. I've become a bit too complacent. I need to calm down and study carefully the relationship between this Qi and my cultivation method, as well as the internal vision, and...

"Oh right, there's something I almost forgot."

Cheng Mo put the two down, took out a small notebook from his pocket, and handed it to Cheng Shou: "This is the Divine Strategies Hundred Refinements."

Cheng Shou took the notebook, flipped through a couple of pages, and asked, "What's this?"

Cheng Mo said, "Divine Craftsmanship, one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, will be one of the inheritances of our Liangyi Temple from now on."

He turned to look at Duoduo: "Duoduo, you can't just study the Taoist Canon like your senior brother did when you were young."

Duoduo said "Oh" and obediently agreed, unaware of the seriousness of the problem.

Cheng Shou stared at the notebook in his hand for three seconds, then looked up at Cheng Mo.

"No, wait a minute." He pointed to the notebook. "Is this the Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements? The Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements from the Eight Extraordinary Techniques?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "That's the thing."

Cheng Shou's eyes widened: "Where did you come from?"

Cheng Mo said, "There's a village called Biyou in Liupanshui, Guizhou. There's an honest man in the village named Ma Xianhong. I helped him out, and he gave me this thing."

Cheng Shou: "..."

After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "This is truly a case of a son selling his father's land without a care in the world."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Not really. Old Ma is an honest man, and also a man with lofty ideals. Master, you know, right? Idealists can always do unexpected things."

Cheng Shou certainly knew how great idealists could be; he had personally witnessed a group of people who changed the world.

But he doesn't believe that such a person can still emerge in today's society, let alone a descendant of the owner of the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

Those people are nothing but charlatans who took a shortcut.

As for why the Eight Extraordinary Skills were given to an unrelated person...

Cheng Shou sighed: "There are always some oddballs in this world, whose ideas are very different from ordinary people. As long as you are sure that this thing is okay, then pass it on."

Cheng Mo chuckled, "Don't worry, Master. Xia He and I have tried it, and it works great."

Cheng Shou glanced at him sideways: "...You're a weirdo too."

Cheng Mo looked completely innocent: "???"

"Put those unorthodox methods aside for now." Cheng Shou waved his hand, putting the notebook aside. "You've just grasped Qi, so consolidate your foundation... You don't really need to consolidate your foundation, but practice more. You can also learn some of the techniques from our Liangyi Temple."

Cheng Mo recalled the events within the inner realm: "Master, do we have any magical techniques passed down to us?"

Cheng Shou raised an eyebrow: "What, interested in warlocks?"