Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Deng Youcai pondered for a while before speaking: "Things are more complicated than I thought. Xiaolin has the Ghost King on her body, so what we've prepared is simply not enough."

"Huh?" The man's face turned pale, his legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground.

Deng Youcai said in his talent show: "I know you're more anxious now, but I still have to say, don't rush."

The man asked, trembling, "Then... what should we do?"

"Now that I've taken on this task, I'm determined to finish it." Deng Youcai thought for a moment, then said, "Here's what we'll do: go and prepare a few things."

The man quickly got up, took out paper and pen: "Please tell me!"

Deng Youcai said, word by word: "A piece of rhinoceros horn, it must be real, no fake can be used as a substitute; peach wood that is over a hundred years old, it must be wood struck by lightning; and a pair of black donkey hooves, they must be from an adult male donkey, not from a female donkey."

The man's hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold the pen: "These...these things..."

Deng Youcai continued, "Also prepare a bronze mirror, about the size of a palm, from the Kangxi era. And seven copper coins, they must be old coins passed down through generations, not newly minted ones."

Upon hearing this, the man's face immediately fell: "This...you don't have that?"

Deng Youcai shook his head: "It must be prepared by a close relative. That's the rule, and there's nothing I can do about it."

The man glanced at his sister, who was slumped in the chair, and gritted his teeth: "I...I'll think of something else!"

He went over and helped Xiaolin up, then carefully led her outside.

Xiaolin's steps were unsteady, and she leaned against him, looking like she might fall at any moment.

As they reached the door, Deng Youcai added, "Bring the things when they're ready. I'm always here."

The man turned around, bowed to Deng Youcai, and then helped his sister disappear into the night.

After they had gone far away, Deng Youcai closed the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned to Cheng Mo and Xia He, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Gentlemen, could you please wait for me for a couple more days?"

Cheng Mo looked at the person in front of him and felt a little admiration.

To help his old classmate, he was even willing to act in this kind of play, and he acted it so realistically.

He nodded, his tone earnest: "Brother Deng is loyal and righteous, I admire him, and we won't be short of a couple of days."

Deng Youcai was stunned for a moment.

Brother Deng?

This title...

However, he didn't think too much about it. Now was not the time to dwell on it. He would ask Liu Zhuzi later.

Xia He said from the side, "You should deal with that girl's matter first."

She turned to Cheng Mo and asked, "Shall we retreat first?"

Cheng Mo nodded.

The two men cupped their hands in greeting to Deng Youcai, who returned the gesture.

The two turned and left, exiting the hall and walking down the street.

Xia He was quite excited, swinging her arm around Cheng Mo's: "We're pretty lucky! We just arrived and saw a shaman performing his duties, much more interesting than transporting corpses!"

Cheng Mo also felt that the trip was worthwhile, but...

"The corpse-driving lineage has its unique aspects. We didn't even get to see their true skills last time, and besides—"

Xia He raised her hand to interrupt him: "Wait a minute, what exactly is the real skill of corpse transport?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment and asked her, "Have you ever heard of flying zombies?"

Xia He nodded: "I've heard of it. After a thousand years of cultivation, they can fly, are not afraid of sunlight, and have extraordinary strength. How could the Liu family cultivate zombies to that level?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "The Taoist canon of Liangyi Temple records that the Corpse-Driving lineage trained to create flying zombies many times a thousand years ago, and some even created wandering corpses that traveled between Yin and Yang, causing trouble in this world, and were eventually destroyed by heavenly lightning."

Xia He's mouth was half open, her eyes almost popping out: "Is this fake? That old man from the Liu family's zombie form isn't as agile as it was in life. The only special thing about it is that it's not afraid of sunlight."

Cheng Mo shrugged: "That's what the book says anyway."

Xia He swallowed hard, thinking of the flying zombies that ate people and the wandering corpses that led a large group of ghosts and monsters from the underworld into the human world.

"It's better this way." She quickly shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the terrifying images, and then asked, "And what did you mean by 'and'?"

Cheng Mo was taken aback: "What?"

She immediately realized, "Oh, you mean that? We haven't seen the shaman yet. Deng Youcai didn't even have a spirit possess him."

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Xia He blinked: "Huh? You mean all that commotion inside just now was caused by that Deng guy himself?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Isn't it amazing? The cultivation level of the shamanic lineage is quite good."

Xia He's eyes darted around, and a mischievous smile crept across her lips: "Hey, little Taoist priest, shall we go watch the excitement tonight?"

Cheng Mo could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression: "You mean..."

Xia He lowered her voice: "That guy surnamed Deng is definitely up to no good, he's going to mess with that guy. Let's go take a look, we've got nothing better to do anyway."

Cheng Mo went along with her suggestion: "Okay."

However, it was still early, so they didn't rush back to monitor Deng Youcai. Instead, they went back to the hotel first.

When I arrived at the front desk, the young woman was still on duty.

Xia He leaned closer and asked, "Beautiful lady, where can I get authentic braised goose in an iron pot?"

"You want to eat this?" The little girl pointed outside, her finger curving, "Go east out of the hotel, cross two intersections, there's a place called Lao Liu Tou Iron Pot Stew, it's really authentic! I've been there several times with my parents."

Xia He wrote it down and was about to leave when the little girl suddenly asked, "Have you found the branch office yet? Has the problem been solved?"

The little girl nodded: "That's true, things have to be done one at a time, otherwise mistakes will happen."

Just then, a large group of people rushed in from outside, looking like a tour group.

The little girl hurriedly went to greet them, flustered and overwhelmed.

Seeing her expression, Cheng Mo understood why she had said, "Putting everything together will lead to mistakes."

Xia He pulled Cheng Mo out the door: "Let's go, let's go. Now is not the time to watch other people's commotion."

I took a taxi and arrived at the shop the girl had mentioned.

The shop is small, with two red lanterns hanging at the entrance that read "Old Liu's Iron Pot Stew".

Upon entering, I saw six tables set up inside, three of which were occupied at the moment. The food was steaming hot, and the aroma filled the air.

The proprietress, a woman in her fifties, wearing an apron, greeted us with a smile: "What would you two like to eat?"

Cheng Mo glanced at the menu on the wall: "I'll have a braised goose in an iron pot."

The proprietress asked, "How many pounds do you want?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment: "Give me a big one."

The proprietress responded and then asked, "What side dishes would you like?"

Xia He leaned closer to look: "Potatoes, wide rice noodles, frozen tofu, hazel mushrooms, sauerkraut... let's have some of these."

The proprietress was writing down the menu when she looked up and asked, "How many of you are there?"

Xia He linked arms with Cheng Mo: "Just the two of us."

The proprietress paused, looked at the two of them, then at the long list of side dishes on the menu, and was shocked: "You two ordered so much food? Should I give you a refund for some?"

Xia He waved her hand: "No need, no need, we're still growing, we can finish it."

The proprietress then urged, "Young lady, let me tell you, this pot of food is a really generous portion. The two of you would have a hard time eating just one goose, let alone all these side dishes..."

Xia He insisted, "It's okay, we'll pack up the leftovers."

The proprietress had no choice but to say, "Alright, if you can't finish it, I'll pack it up for you. Don't force yourself, or you'll upset your stomach."

Xia He smiled and nodded, "Thank you, boss lady!"

After waiting for ages, the braised goose in an iron pot finally arrived.

A large iron pot was brought directly to the table, bubbling away inside.

The goose meat was stewed until tender, with golden skin, dark red meat, and a thick broth topped with a layer of oil.

The potatoes were stewed until soft and tender, the wide rice noodles were translucent, the frozen tofu was soaked with broth, the hazel mushrooms emitted a unique aroma, and the tangy smell of the sauerkraut wafted straight into the nose.

A ring of cornbread cakes was stuck to the edge of the pan, one side golden brown and the other soft and chewy.

The portion size is shockingly large.

Xia He stared at the huge pot, somewhat dumbfounded.

It was more than a third more than she had expected.

The proprietress muttered from the side, "See? I told you we ordered too much. If you can't finish it, just pack it up and take it home. It's easy to heat it up, and the taste won't be any different."

Cheng Mo picked up his chopsticks, full of confidence: "Don't worry, boss lady, we definitely won't have much left in this pot."

The proprietress sighed, shook her head, and walked away.

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