Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Cheng Mo was speechless: "How can someone with such a good brain forget their own brother..."

Cheng Shou interrupted him: "That's different! After the founding of the People's Republic of China, information about spirits and monsters in Shanhaiguan was blocked. I forgot about it back then. I couldn't even remember it since you weren't there."

Cheng Mo was truly shocked this time.

Is it really true that spirits can't become sentient after the founding of the People's Republic of China? How did they manage that? Did a saint really emerge?

Wait a minute, something's not right: "Master, your brother isn't a monster, is he?"

Cheng Shou reminded him, "You can say whatever you want inside the pass, but once you leave Shanhaiguan, it's best to talk about 'immortals'."

Cheng Mo said "Oh," and then asked, "So your brother is a celestial being?"

"Pah, a 'celestial being'?" Cheng Shou said dismissively. "However, according to what they say over there, he should be a gray immortal."

Gray Fairy, that's a rat.

Cheng Mo asked curiously, "Your sworn brother isn't from this side? How did you become sworn brothers?"

"When he was three or four years old, he stole food from the temple and I caught him. Good heavens, he actually kowtowed to me. So I secretly ate and lived with him without telling my master. If you really count it, it must have been more than twenty years," Cheng Shou said with great emotion.

"Actually, he already had spiritual intelligence when he was still in the Taoist temple. Later, he went down the mountain to travel and helped me a lot. Later, he heard that there were many immortals in Northeast China. At that time, we became sworn brothers and said that we would keep in touch in the future."

Cheng Mo sighed, "But it was banned after the founding of the country, and I completely forgot about it. Sigh..."

Xia He listened in stunned silence.

Master's friendships are truly comprehensive; he can even befriend mice.

Cheng Mo asked, "So you want me to go find my martial uncle?"

Cheng Shou said, "Don't you also want to get in touch with the Shamanic lineage? You can ask them for me."

Cheng Mo asked, "What's my martial uncle's name?"

Cheng Shou said, "Cheng Huihui."

Cheng Mo: "..."

Xia He covered her mouth and chuckled.

Cheng Mo said, "This name is really auspicious."

"He named it himself." Cheng Shouxian shifted the blame. "If you can find the rat, then you can act accordingly. If he's resentful, just leave. If you can communicate with him, then explain things clearly."

Cheng Mo nodded: "I know."

After hanging up the phone, Xia He hugged Cheng Mo's arm tightly: "Master is truly all-powerful!"

"I think he's just bored and has nothing better to do." Cheng Mo could only chuckle. "Think about it, in the last few years of the Qing Dynasty, people couldn't even get enough to eat, and he still managed to raise rats. What else could it be but having nothing better to do?"

Xia He retorted, "That's because Master... no, Grandmaster is capable."

Cheng Mo thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense. Master often criticizes Grandmaster for being inflexible. I think he just doesn't know how lucky he is."

Xia He glanced at him sideways: "I think you're about the same."

Cheng Mo disagreed: "That's different. I still know how good my master is."

Xia He: "Hehe."

Cheng Mo stopped chatting with her and took her to a hotel.

Xia He asked in surprise, "Weren't you supposed to be looking for a shaman? Why are you in a hotel room?"

She suddenly became coy, her voice softening: "Little Taoist priest, if you want, it's not impossible, but it's best to wait until tonight."

"All you ever think about are dirty things." Cheng Mo flicked her forehead.

"Shamanic practices are a major sect in Northeast China. There are countless shamanic temples in Fengtian. Let's find a hotel to stay in and ask the hotel directly, which is much easier than wandering around aimlessly."

Xia He covered her forehead and reached out to tug at his ear: "Don't flick my head! It'll make me stupid!"

Cheng Mo grinned, "I'd still like you even if you became stupid."

Xia He snorted twice: "Don't think I don't know, you want to wait until I become stupid so it'll be easier to bully me."

"Nonsense, you're still just as easy to bully now." Cheng Mo twisted his body, his ears becoming slippery, and directly shook off Xia He and ran into the hotel.

Xia He yelled, "You stinky Taoist priest!"

Cheng Mo ran to the front desk, turned around and hugged Xia He who rushed over: "Hey, don't run, be quiet in public places."

Xia He glared at him: "!!!" This stinky Taoist priest has said both good and bad things!

As the two were joking around, a middle-aged man walked over and said with great surprise, "Oh, what a coincidence, you two."

Cheng Mo and Xia He looked over.

Isn't this Uncle Wang, whom I bumped into at the hotel last time and practiced Baduanjin with for a few minutes?

Xia He recognized him too, and said with a smile, "What a coincidence! What do you do for a living, Uncle? Why are you always traveling for work?"

Wang Weiguo laughed heartily: "Just running a small business. But you and your brother, young lady, are you on vacation?"

Xia He nodded: "We came here on a trip. We just wanted to see more of the world while we're young."

Wang Weiguo smiled and nodded: "Young people should definitely travel more."

Cheng Mo interjected, "Then, Uncle, you go ahead with your work. We'll go check in."

Wang Weiguo smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "If you two aren't in a hurry, I have a request."

Cheng Mo and Xia He exchanged a glance.

Xia He asked curiously, "Uncle, please tell me."

Wang Weiguo got straight to the point: "I've been practicing Baduanjin with the Taoist priests at other Taoist temples these past few days, but I haven't felt the same refreshed and invigorated feeling as when I practiced with you two. I wonder if you two could practice with me for a few days?"

Xia He hesitated for a moment: "This..."

Wang Weiguo quickly added, "It doesn't have to be every day, just for the few days you stay at the hotel. Of course, I won't let you two work for nothing."

Cheng Mo reminded him, "But we don't know how many days we'll be staying."

Wang Weiguo thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll book rooms for the two of you first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

As he spoke, Wang Weiguo led the two to the front desk and said to the receptionist, "Get these two two luxury suites."

The receptionist immediately nodded: "Okay, Mr. Wang."

She turned to Cheng Mo and his companion and said, "Could you please show me your identification?"

Xia He glanced at the price of the luxury suite, which was 800 yuan a night, not too expensive.

She took out her ID card and poked Cheng Mo: "Little Taoist priest."

Cheng Mo looked at her.

Xia He raised an eyebrow, silently conveying: Don't worry, your sister will pay for it.

Cheng Mo then took out his ID card.

After the formalities were completed, the receptionist handed them room keys and was about to call someone to take them upstairs when Wang Weiguo waved his hand: "I'll take them."

A young man nearby, presumably the secretary, quickly stepped forward.

Wang Weiguo patted him on the shoulder: "Go arrange the meeting first, I'll come later."

The secretary nodded and left.

The three entered the elevator.

Before Xia He could speak, Cheng Mo interrupted, "Uncle Wang, it's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that we're really unsure when we'll leave."

"I know you two are both capable people, and we shouldn't be judging you by those materialistic things," Wang Weiguo said with a smile.

"But all I have is money. Here's what we'll do: I'll give you two one million a week, no matter how many days. If you two still have time, I'll give you five million the following week. You don't need to teach me any techniques, just have me practice with you in the mornings."

Cheng Mo thought for a moment and said, "Well, it's not impossible. Why don't we give it a try?"

Just in time, the elevator has arrived.

Wang Weiguo led them to the door and thanked them, saying, "Then I'll have to trouble you two for the next few days."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "It's nothing."

Wang Weiguo waved goodbye, turned and left.

Once inside the room, Xia He closed the door and whispered to Cheng Mo, "Little Taoist, why did you agree? This uncle is just an ordinary person with a lot of money. Won't the company target us if we take him to practice martial arts?"

Cheng Mo looked at Xia He with a sense of emotion.

That's the power of nurturing.

In the original story, Xia He never cared what the company thought or did; she had snatched people away from the company more than once or twice.

Now, look, even ordinary people practicing martial arts are considering the impact on their companies.

Of course, those who cultivate themselves should cultivate their character and understand the will of Heaven; being too concerned with external things is not good. But it is still much better than being fearless and thinking that Heaven and Earth are the most important people.

Cheng Mo pondered for a moment, then asked Xia He a question: "What is the purpose of our cultivation?"