Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Before Tu Junfang could think it through, Xia He had already rushed over.

She squatted by the pit and started beating Tu Junfang.

He slammed his fist down, stomped on her, and cursed, "You'll get my parents! You'll be in cahoots with Dou Mei! You'll..."

Xia He was about to stomp again when Cheng Mo stopped her, saying, "Alright, alright, if you keep hitting her, someone will really die."

Xia He turned her head and glared at him: "Little Taoist priest, what nonsense are you talking about? He almost killed my parents! If we don't get rid of him, are we just waiting for him to go after my parents in the future?"

Cheng Mo pressed her shoulder: "It's true that Lao Tu is from Quanxing, but he has little to do with Dou Mei harming your parents. He just told Dou Mei a few people about you. Beating him like this is enough to teach him a lesson; there was no need to kill him."

Xia He was stunned for a moment: "...After being beaten like this, wouldn't he still find a chance to retaliate against us?"

Tu Junfang lay on the ground, and upon hearing these words, he felt as if he were about to cry but had no tears.

He was just too weak from the beating, he didn't lose consciousness.

These two are just standing right next to him discussing whether or not to kill him. They're really not taking him, the Corpse Demon, seriously at all.

If you really do something to him, he'll just have to accept it.

But what's going on now?

He hadn't even figured out what was going on when he got beaten up like this...

Tu Junfang's mind was in a jumble of thoughts, one after another.

In this chaotic state, he suddenly realized that he really had a problem; he felt no anger at all.

Those desires and delusions that usually entangled me all disappeared at this moment.

Tu Junfang was stunned.

What's going on?

That feeling...

It's like carrying a heavy stone for decades, only to have it suddenly taken off your back.

Tu Junfang unconsciously visualized the magic artifact—the three-linked lock-shaped pendant made from ox bone was still on his body.

He could clearly sense that the three corpses within his body had been suppressed to an unprecedented degree.

He lay in the pit, feeling both pain and unprecedented relief.

……

Xia He then noticed Tu Junfang's unusual behavior.

She nudged Cheng Mo: "Is this guy about to die?"

Cheng Mo looked down at Tu Junfang: "It shouldn't be that bad. Based on my understanding of the human body, those few blows you just dealt him only caused some internal injuries, not fatal ones. His cultivation is sufficient to recover."

Xia He poked Cheng Mo again: "You only counted mine, not the one you beat up before."

Cheng Mo glanced at her sideways: "I knew my limits; it was just a minor injury."

Xia He hugged his arm: "I think you're going to capsize this time, little Taoist."

Cheng Mo felt the elasticity in his arm: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Xia He suddenly asked, "So, are you going to save him or not?"

Cheng Mo pointed at Tu Junfang with his other finger: "I already said he's fine. Listen to his breathing and heartbeat."

Xia He listened intently.

Tu Junfang's breathing was steady and his heartbeat was strong.

She was even more puzzled: "Is she asleep? She wouldn't look like this if she fainted."

Cheng Mo was also a little unsure.

He took two steps forward, wanting to check Tu Junfang's condition further.

Just then, Tu Junfang suddenly opened his eyes.

The repression and anger of the past were gone from those eyes; the expression was very relaxed, and even the string that had been taut for many years seemed to have loosened.

Tu Junfang spoke, but his voice was very hoarse: "Thank you... thank you."

"???"

Three question marks floated above Xia He's head as she rubbed her chest against Cheng Mo's arm: "Did we beat him senseless? He got beaten up and he's thanking us?"

Cheng Mo was also speechless.

This person must be possessed by a demon.

Tu Junfang struggled to sit up.

Strangely enough, while he was lying on the ground, his internal injuries had already healed, but the physical pain was still intense. His whole body ached unbearably, and he would grimace at the slightest movement.

He looked up at Cheng Mo and said in a hoarse, trembling voice, "Brother Cheng... is truly a monster."

Cheng Mo: "..."

Xia He: "...Little Taoist priest, you really beat him up."

Despite the pain, Tu Junfang stood up, clasped his hands in a deep bow to Cheng Mo and Xia He, and said, "Thank you both."

The two were speechless.

Cheng Mo even thought—Old Tu is suffering like this, and he might suffer a lot in the future. Maybe we should just send him to his own end?

Tu Junfang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and shivered.

He straightened up, looked at their strange expressions, and quickly explained, "Do you two think I'm crazy?"

Xia He nodded repeatedly: "From now on, I'll call you Crazy Uncle."

Tu Junfang smiled nonchalantly...

The smile strained his muscles, making it sound somewhat bitter.

Tu Junfang smiled wryly: "The beating you two gave me earlier certainly caused me a lot of physical suffering, but my mind feels more relaxed than ever before."

Cheng Mo and Xia He: "..."

Tu Junfang continued, "You two know that I cannot sever the Three Corpses. With each advancement in cultivation, the Three Corpses within my body become stronger, and various desires deepen. Without severing the Three Corpses, I cannot eliminate desires, and thus, my suffering increases."

Xia He blurted out, "Don't tell me that when we beat you up just now, we beat away your three corpses, huh?"

Cheng Mo frowned: "Haven't you ever had your three corpses shattered before?"

Tu Junfang shook his head with a smile, but the smile grew increasingly bitter: "When I was young, I summoned the Three Corpses. In my early years, I often fought with others and was beaten so badly that I couldn't walk. But each time I was beaten, it only made me angrier and more unbearable. I've never felt like this before..."

He paused, then said with great emotion, "I've never felt so relaxed before."

Xia He's eyes lit up.

She seemed to have grasped the fun the little Taoist priest had in beating the golden retriever: "So, from now on, we'll beat you up once a month?"

Tu Junfang's lips twitched.

He was very tempted.

I'm really tempted.

But it's so embarrassing to get beaten up every time.

face……

Tu Junfang coughed lightly, changing the subject: "Just now, Miss Xia said that I harmed your family, and Brother Cheng also mentioned Dou Mei and the others. What exactly is going on?"

Xia He's face turned cold.

She recounted how Dou Mei had set up several schemes for her parents—how she arranged for the purchasing agent to place an order, how she got the purchasing agent arrested, how she made the distributor back out, and how she forced her parents to pay the penalty for breach of contract.

After listening, Tu Junfang remained silent for a long time.

"I did tell Gao Ning about your message," he said, "but I didn't know they wanted to do it this way."

Xia He stared at him.

Tu Junfang met her gaze frankly: "The Quanxing acts according to their own will. Although Gao Ning and I belong to the same Quanxing, we are not on the same path. They will not tell me what they are going to do, and I will not ask."

Tu Junfang paused, looked at the two of them, and slowly said, "The three of them have already lost their lives, Miss Xia, you don't need to worry about it anymore."

Xia He's expression was somewhat strange, and she secretly glanced at Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo remained calm and composed, his face showing no emotion.

Tu Junfang had been observing the two men's expressions and had a hunch that Gao Ning and the other two must have been killed by the Cheng brothers.

However, since he was unwilling to admit it, Lao Tu pretended not to know.

Anyway, the Quanxing people were just like that. Tu Junfang never regarded them as fellow believers. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used their corpses as gifts to exchange for the Liu family's thousand-year-old human bones.

Speaking of bones, Tu Junfang remembered something. The idea for that magical artifact was given by Cheng Mo; why not ask Cheng Mo for his opinion this time?

"I have something I'd like to ask Brother Cheng for his advice on."

Cheng Mo looked at him and said, "Go on."

Tu Junfang bent down and opened the bag with some difficulty.

Xia He's eyes widened when the two bags of bones were revealed.

She can still distinguish between real bones and models.

"Crazy old man, how many people have you killed? You've cleaned up the bones so thoroughly."

Uh... it's a pity she can't tell the age of the bones.