Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

The two then chatted in the reception room.

We discussed Taoism and Buddhism, and the practice of spiritual cultivation.

Both were knowledgeable individuals, and they both gained something from their exchange.

Furthermore, both sides exercised restraint, and any disagreements were quickly overlooked, with neither of them getting entangled in the matter.

This made the conversation very harmonious and smooth.

Half an hour later, two bags of bones arrived.

After accepting it, Tu Junfang bowed and thanked him.

Liu Chengfeng returned the greeting.

Tu Junfang said goodbye and left.

Tu Junfang left the Liu family and headed into the mountains carrying the two bags of bones.

He needs to find a quiet place to refine these bones into magical artifacts...

In fact, this method was inspired by Cheng Mo's idea—using visualization to suppress inner desires through external objects.

Cheng Mo suggested he use ox bones, and he did just that, asking Yuan Tao to help him refine them.

When he first mastered it, the effect was surprisingly good. Visualizing the Dharma instrument could block out delusions, and the Three Corpses were much calmer. He even took this opportunity to make more discoveries about the Three Corpses in his body.

But before long, the effect became worse and worse. He took it to Yuan Tao for consultation and found that although it looked intact on the outside, it was full of fine cracks on the inside and had already rotted.

Yuan Tao told him at the time, "Ox bones are inherently mundane. What you are using them to suppress are the three corpses within your body—what are those things? They are the karmic burdens accumulated from half a lifetime of demonic cultivation. The ox bones can't withstand it, so they naturally decay."

Tu Junfang asked him what materials he used.

"Human bones," Yuan Tao said. "The older the better. Human bones inherently carry the remnants of the original owner's consciousness. Over time, that consciousness dissipates, leaving only the purest structure. Only by using that as a base can you suppress your three corpses."

Tu Junfang was immediately in a dilemma.

Human bones are easy to find, but where do you get old human bones?

After much thought, he came up with the idea of ​​the Liu family, who were known for their corpse-driving skills.

The Liu family, who have been practicing corpse driving for a thousand years, have an abundance of old human bones.

But when you visit someone's home during the Lunar New Year to ask for a favor, you should bring a decent gift.

What a coincidence! It's just the right time to ask Gao Ning to give me a set of the Twelve Labors Formation to cool me down.

When he arrived at the place, he didn't see anyone, but he did smell a bloody stench.

The smell was very faint; if he weren't someone who had crawled out of piles of corpses, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Tu Junfang went inside and searched around, and dug out three corpses behind the house.

Dou Mei, Gao Ning, Shen Chong.

They're all dead, completely dead.

Tu Junfang examined the body—a single punch killed him, clean and swift.

He didn't say much, and simply put the body into a bag.

Since they're all dead anyway, instead of letting Na Du Tong or Uncle Hat take them away, we might as well make use of them and use them as a gift for the Liu family.

……

The mountain path became increasingly remote, with dense forests on both sides and uneven terrain underfoot. Tu Junfang carried the bones, walking steadily and firmly.

As he walked, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound coming from afar.

Tu Junfang was taken aback.

Where would a motorcycle come from in this desolate wilderness?

He looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The buzzing sound grew closer.

On the other side of the mountain road, a motorcycle rushed out from behind the woods, bouncing up and down on the bumpy mountain road.

The motorcycle drew closer, and the rider's figure became clearer.

Tu Junfang narrowed his eyes.

Why does this person look so familiar?

The motorcycle came to an abrupt stop in front of him.

The person on the back seat was thrown forward by inertia and landed flat against the rider's back, their head resting on his shoulder. The expression on their face was hard to tell—whether it was enjoyment or discomfort—and their voice was sweet and coquettish: "Ouch, little Taoist priest, you're hurting me~"

Tu Junfang: "..."

The rider grinned at him: "Hey, Lao Tu, what a coincidence!"

What are these two doing here?

……

Let's rewind a few hours.

In Fenghuang Ancient Town, Cheng Mo and Xia He strolled along the Tuojiang River and wandered into a small alley where they saw a motorcycle shop.

Xia He suddenly stopped and pointed to a row of vehicles in the shop window: "Little Taoist, didn't you say you wanted to buy a motorcycle? How about these?"

Cheng Mo looked in the direction she pointed and was speechless.

The shop window was filled with electric scooters.

Those thin wheels and tiny fuel tank make it look like a toy.

Cheng Mo pulled Xia He away, saying, "I want to buy one that can run on mountain roads. This little electric scooter looks like it can barely even handle the dirt roads in the village."

Xia He pouted and continued shopping with him.

After walking two blocks, I saw another motorcycle shop.

Xia He stopped and pointed across the street: "Hey, little Taoist priest, these look really durable. Is this the kind you see in that movie?"

Cheng Mo looked in the direction she pointed.

Several off-road motorcycles were parked in front of the shop. They had rugged bodies and deep treads on their tires, clearly designed for rough roads.

"That's fine."

The shop owner, a middle-aged man in his forties, quickly greeted the customers as they entered: "You two are looking to buy a motorcycle? This is a newly arrived off-road model, specifically designed for mountain roads. It has good shock absorption and plenty of power."

Xia He took her wallet out of her bag: "How much?"

She wanted to raise the young Taoist priest to be her gigolo.

The boss gave a number.

Xia He took out a card and handed it over.

After swiping his card and issuing the invoice, the shopkeeper handed the keys to Xia He: "Please wait a moment, I'll go to the back to fill up the oil and give you a case."

Xia He, holding the keys, strode towards the car: "I'll drive!"

Cheng Mo looked at her: "Can you ride?"

Xia He replied confidently, "Just kidding, I've ridden a marathon on a bicycle."

Cheng Mo didn't say anything, just looked at her and smiled. A bicycle marathon? Even a dog has never heard of that.

Xia He ignored him, twisted the throttle, and with a roar, the motorcycle lurched forward.

She was startled and frantically tried to apply the brakes, but she applied too much force, causing the wheels to lock up and the car to veer to one side.

Xia He screamed and jumped out of the car immediately, just as the new car was about to overturn—

Cheng Mo rushed forward and firmly grasped the handlebars.

Xia He turned around and shouted, "Little Taoist priest! What are you doing?"

Cheng Mo stood three meters away from her, looking completely innocent: "I was just ten meters away from you."

Xia He: "..."

It seems I've blamed the wrong person.

At this moment, the boss came over with an oil can, and without even looking at the two of them, he started refueling the motorcycle.

After filling up the tank and locking the cap, the boss clapped his hands and said, "Happy New Year to you both!"

The two wished their boss a prosperous business.

Cheng Mo got into the car and patted the back seat: "Get in."

Xia He sat down, naturally reaching out to wrap her arms around his waist, her fingers even restlessly rubbing against him.

Cheng Mo twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle surged forward.

The next second, the car braked.

Xia He leaned forward and bumped into his back.

Cheng Mo turned around: "See? You have to start and brake like this, you can't twist the steering wheel too hard or squeeze it too hard."

Xia He rubbed her nose and said, "Okay, okay."

Cheng Mo turned around, twisted the accelerator, and braked.

The motorcycle lurched and swayed, while Xia He clung to the ground.

The third time, Xia He suddenly realized—was this guy doing it on purpose?

She pressed herself against Cheng Mo, whispering in his ear, her voice so soft it could melt water: "So you like this, little Taoist priest."

Cheng Mo remained expressionless: "If you hug me too tightly, I won't feel anything."

Xia He: "..."

She slipped her hand under his shirt and pinched his well-defined abs: "Little Taoist priest, I've noticed you're getting naughtier and naughtier."

Cheng Mo chuckled, twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle sped forward.

The motorcycle shop owner stood at the door, watching the off-road motorcycle speed further and further away down the alley, and couldn't help but sigh, "That's how motorcycles should be ridden."