Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Xia He was stunned.

Why practice spiritual cultivation?

This really stumped her.

Before meeting Cheng Mo, she was unable to control her supernatural abilities, and men reacted to her like mice seeing rice or pandas seeing bamboo.

At that time, all she wanted to do was to disable this superpower.

After meeting the young Taoist priest, she could control her supernatural abilities at will, but she had no intention of using them on other men. The only person she wanted to use them on, however, was completely useless to her.

Her superpowers became dispensable to her.

Now all she wants is to live happily ever after with the young Taoist priest.

Therefore, she practiced diligently every day in order to keep up with Cheng Mo's pace.

However, these are merely subconscious behaviors.

What about spiritual practice? Spiritual practice is not just about practicing skills; it's about cultivating oneself.

Whether it's her parents, Duoduo, or the little Taoist priest, they are all outsiders to Xia He, an independent individual.

So, what was the purpose of her cultivation?

She reflected on her life over the past ten years.

Before meeting the young Taoist priest, her cultivation was for the purpose of control. At that time, she was controlled by supernatural powers.

After meeting the young Taoist priest, her cultivation yielded its first result—mastering her supernatural abilities.

At this point, she could choose to help her parents, protect Duoduo, or accompany Cheng Mo around the world.

These choices were not made because she was asked by anyone, but because she wanted to make them herself.

It was through these relationships that she found her place.

She is not anyone's appendage, nor anyone's burden; she is herself.

At the same time, she can also protect the people she cares about.

This is the second result of her spiritual practice—the ability to choose what she wants to choose.

So from now on...

Xia He smiled brightly: "Little Taoist, my cultivation is to become the person I want to be."

She added in her mind: And her parents, Duoduo, and the little Taoist priest were all people she chose to love on her journey to becoming herself.

"Yes, to cultivate oneself." Cheng Mo smiled. He didn't actually have a fixed answer, but since Xia He said she cultivated to become herself, he went along with it. "Will practicing with Uncle Wang affect our ability to cultivate ourselves?"

Xia He thought for a moment and shook her head: "It won't have any impact."

Cheng Mo asked again, "If he practices with us, will it help him become an extraordinary person?"

Xia He shook her head: "That's impossible."

"So..." Cheng Mo looked at her, "He spent a million to have us practice with him, what's wrong with that?"

Xia He smiled knowingly: "Yeah, hehe."

Cheng Mo gently rubbed her face: "Alright, we should head out now."

Xia He asked in confusion, "Where to?"

Cheng Mo poked her forehead: "Ask the hotel staff about the shaman's shrine."

Xia He slapped his hand away: "Oh dear, Uncle Wang made me forget."

The two left the room hand in hand.

……

Meanwhile, Wang Weiguo, who had already left the hotel and gotten into his car, took out his phone and happily called his second son.

Beep beep beep, connection established.

"Hey, Dad?" A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone.

Wang Weiguo chuckled: "Xiao Ye, guess who I ran into?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang was baffled: "?? How should I know?"

Wang Weiguo said, "They're the two I told you about last time, the ones who practice Baduanjin with me! They even promised to practice with me for the rest of the week! See? I told you I could find people to practice with!"

Wang Ye was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

He was genuinely surprised. He needed to know which sect's idiot dared to bring his father along to practice martial arts.

"What are the names of those two people?"

Wang Weiguo slapped his thigh: "Oh dear, I forgot to ask!"

Wang Ye: "..."

He paused for two seconds: "Maybe they're just teasing you."

Wang Weiguo immediately replied, "That's impossible! I have a hotel suite they booked for me!"

Wang also asked, "Our hotel?"

Wang Weiguo said, "What else?"

"Just because you let them stay in a hotel, he agreed to take you to practice martial arts?" Wang Ye was a little incredulous.

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"That's not all." Wang Weiguo chuckled. "I said one million for the first week, and if there's a second week, I'll give them five million."

well.

Wang Ye no longer wanted to know who those two people were.

Those who can be swayed by money have little future.

"Dad, is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up. I still have to do my experiments."

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Wang Weiguo wasn't annoyed. He cheerfully put away his phone and said to the driver, "Let's go to the company."

The driver responded, and the car slowly drove away from the hotel.

……

Inside the hotel elevator.

Cheng Mo was explaining the origins of the shaman to Xia He.

"The lineage of shamanism has some connection with shamanism, but shamanism is not actually a sect, but more like a culture, passed down from master to disciple, and respects the ancestors of their own tribe. There are not many people involved, and there is no strict organization."

Xia He asked, "What about shamans?"

"The shamanic practice evolved from shamanism, but it has undergone significant changes."

Cheng Mo recounted, "They revere the immortals dwelling in Changbai Mountain—Hu Huang Bai Liu Hui, which are foxes, weasels, hedgehogs, snakes, and rats. In some places, snakes are even divided into Chang and Mang, common snakes and pythons."

Ding!

The elevator doors opened.

Xia He shook Cheng Mo's arm: "Continue."

Cheng Mo said leisurely, "Let's find out the location first."

After saying that, he pulled Xia He to the front desk.

The receptionist was a young woman in her early twenties, with a ponytail and two dimples when she smiled; she looked quite clever.

Seeing them approach, he flashed a standard professional smile: "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

Cheng Mo leaned closer, revealing an innocent smile: "I want to ask you something. Are there any shamanic practices or spirit mediums around here?"

The little girl's smile froze for a second.

She looked around to make sure no one else was there before whispering, "Um...we have to trust science."

Cheng Mo nodded seriously: "I have great faith in science, but we also need to respect traditional culture, right?"

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands excitedly: "Hey! How come I didn't think of that?"

Cheng Mo and Xia He exchanged a glance, both seeing two question marks appear above each other's heads.

Xia He asked curiously, "What kind of promotional point? Your hotel does this?"

The little girl glanced to the side to make sure no one was paying attention before leaning closer and whispering, "Actually, my great-grandmother had a shrine, but our hotel manager doesn't allow us to talk about these things, saying they're all feudal superstition and we have to believe in science."

She chuckled and said, "I've remembered what you just said, sir. If the manager ever says it's feudal superstition again, I'll use that to answer him."

Cheng Mochong gave her a thumbs up: "Smart! Can you tell me where your great-grandmother's ancestral hall is?"

"My great-grandmother's shrine is in Shenhe District, on Fengyutan Street. If you take a taxi, just say 'Big Locust Tree on Fengyutan Street,' and the driver will know it."

The young woman gave them the address directly, adding a reminder: "However, Great-Grandma has been living on Changbai Mountain for many years, and the temple is managed by her disciples. If you want to ask her for help, you'll probably have to wait."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "No need, we'll just go take a look."

The two thanked him, went outside, hailed a taxi, and gave the driver their address.

The driver, a man in his forties, immediately understood the destination: "Oh, you're going to the old lady's shaman's place?"

Xia He asked curiously, "Master, you know about this too?"

The driver chuckled, "Of course. Grandma Guan is a celebrity in our Fengtian City. She was very skilled at treating illnesses and remedies in her younger days. But you're from out of town, aren't you? These days, Grandma Guan doesn't practice much anymore; it's her apprentices who do it."

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped next to an open space.

This place looks like a temporary parking lot specifically prepared for people who come here. It can hold more than a dozen cars, and there are three cars parked here right now.

The driver pointed to a building not far away: "It's over there. You can walk there yourselves. You're not allowed to park there."

Xia He paid the fare, and the two got out of the car and walked in that direction.

Xia He asked about the unfinished story in the hotel: "Little Taoist priest, what are the different backgrounds of Grandpa Hu San? Tell us quickly."