Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Deng Youcai slowly raised his head, a faint smile still lingering on his lips.

Her entire demeanor has changed.

The two deities bowed and asked loudly, "May I ask which venerable immortal has ascended to the highest rank?"

When Deng Youcai spoke, his voice changed, becoming hoarse and deep, as if it came from a very distant place: "I am Hui Jiuyou, a cultivator in the seventh grotto of Changbai Mountain for six hundred years."

The two gods quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Ninth Master."

Deng Youcai—no, now it should be Hui Jiuyou—waved his hand, walked up to Xiaolin, and gently touched her forehead.

A dark shadow floated out from Xiaolin's body, indistinct and swirling in the air.

Hui Jiuyou asked, "Where did you come from?"

The dark figure trembled, and a string of messages floated out.

Hui Jiuyou nodded and said to the two gods, "Catch it."

The two gods took the gray shadow, chanted incantations, and the gray shadow gradually dissipated.

Another gray shadow drifted out.

Hui Jiuyou grabbed again and handed it over again.

One after another.

There are twenty-three dishes in total.

With each gray figure that was sent away, Xiaolin's complexion improved a little.

As the last genital object left her body, Xiaolin felt a sense of relief and let out a long sigh of relief.

She opened her eyes and looked at Deng Youcai in front of her—no, she looked at the immortal being possessing Deng Youcai.

Then she turned over and knelt down, her forehead touching the ground: "Thank you, Great Immortal, for saving my life."

In that dazed state, she was actually conscious, but she couldn't control her body; she knew everything that had happened.

Hui Jiuyou waved his hand: "No need to thank me, I have something else to ask you."

Xiaolin raised her head: "Please speak, Master."

Hui Jiuyou asked, "Would you be willing to become my disciple?"

Xiaolin was stunned.

disciple?

A shamanic disciple?

She suddenly realized what she meant, and overjoyed, she kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "I do! I do!"

Hui Jiuyou nodded, then turned to the two gods and said, "Take her to a place to stay. After she passes the three trials, she will formally become my disciple."

The two gods bowed and said, "Yes, Ninth Master."

He went over and helped Xiaolin up, then led her away from the main hall and disappeared into the night.

Hui Jiuyou stood still, and after a moment, his body trembled again.

Deng Youcai returned to his original appearance and bowed in the direction where Hui Jiuyou had left: "Thank you, Ninth Master. This disciple respectfully sees you off."

The hall fell silent, with only the faint sound of burning incense and candles remaining.

……

outside the temple.

Seeing this, Cheng Mo and Xia He quietly left.

Back at the hotel, Xia He was still excited and stayed in Cheng Mo's room, chattering incessantly.

"Little Taoist! That was really a spirit possession just now! It's amazing how a spirit possession can even change one's appearance!"

"Hey, what do you think that immortal's true form looks like? It probably hasn't taken human form yet, right? But it's definitely different from an ordinary mouse."

"I wonder what my martial uncle looks like, and whether he's this powerful too?"

"Do you think my martial uncle might also live in a grotto in Changbai Mountain? There are so many immortals in Changbai Mountain, each with their own grotto. It sounds like something out of a myth..."

Cheng Mo suddenly grabbed her shoulder.

Xia He was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Mo looked at her: "It's time to practice your skills."

Xia He said "Oh".

It's time to practice my skills. I've been up and about all night, I need to practice to recover.

The two stood facing each other and began to practice their skills.

As it rose and fell, pink mist spread out, slowly diffusing throughout the room.

Exhaustion vanished, and peace of mind returned.

After completing one round of practice, the two finished their stances.

Xia He yawned: "I'm going to sleep, little Taoist."

She opened the door, went back to her room, and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

I slept without any dreams.

……

The next morning.

Cheng Mo and Xia He opened the door almost simultaneously.

Upon seeing each other, the two smiled at each other.

Hand in hand, we went downstairs and arrived at the lobby.

After a short wait, Wang Weiguo came downstairs in his sportswear. Seeing them, he greeted them with a smile, "Oh, you two have been waiting for me! Shall we begin now?"

Cheng Mo nodded.

He originally intended to find a place outside the hotel where he wouldn't get in the way to practice. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was similar to practicing Tai Chi, and following along would only result in feeling refreshed like Wang Weiguo, without any other changes.

However, Wang Weiguo suggested, "The hotel has a gym, how about we go there?"

Cheng Mo is perfectly acceptable.

The three of them went to the gym.

There were two people working out here right now, drenched in sweat. I don't know if they hadn't slept all night or had gotten up too early.

The three of them didn't disturb them and went into the adjacent exercise room.

Just like when Cheng Mo and Xia He were training the children, Cheng Mo faced Wang Weiguo, while Xia He followed behind.

"Uncle, follow my rhythm, I'll remind you to breathe," Cheng Mo instructed, after all, the man had paid for it.

Wang Weiguo nodded.

The three of them slowly began to move.

Holding up the sky with both hands regulates the three jiaos (upper, middle, and lower burners).

Cheng Mo raised his hand, reminding him, "Hoo—"

Wang Weiguo then raised his hand and exhaled.

Cheng Mo slowly withdrew his hand: "Hiss—"

Wang Weiguo tried his best to keep up, but Cheng Mo's breathing was too deep and long, and he couldn't keep up, so he could only take a few more breaths.

Gradually, he got into the zone.

After the workout, Wang Weiguo felt refreshed and invigorated, finding it much more effective than his usual morning exercise.

Cheng Mo said, "Even after we leave, Uncle can continue practicing. If you persist, the results will be quite good."

Wang Weiguo nodded, a little embarrassed: "Um, I have a favor to ask."

Cheng Mo laughed: "You want to record it, right? No problem. But don't record it today, we're staying at the hotel for a few more days, so you can have someone record it tomorrow, Uncle."

Wang Weiguo was overjoyed: "That's great!"

The three said goodbye.

Cheng Mo and Xia He returned to their room, practiced the Vajra Kung Fu again, and then washed up and went downstairs for breakfast.

The restaurant wasn't crowded. The two picked out some of their favorite dishes and found a seat.

Xia He took a bite of her steamed bun and asked, "Shouldn't we be able to ask our martial uncle for news today?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Yes, and we can also inquire about the Demon Blade while we're at it. In the Northeast, the information network of the shamans might be even more advanced than that of the company."

Xia He made two "hmm" sounds.

After finishing their meal, the two didn't rush to the branch office.

After all, Deng Youcai stayed up so late last night, he probably hasn't gotten up yet.

They first strolled around the streets.

Xia He bought Cheng Mo two sets of clothes and two pairs of shoes, and changed her own clothes as well.

Then I picked out some gifts for our meeting—two bottles of fine wine, a carton of cigarettes, and some exquisite pastries.

Only then did he slowly walk to the hall.

Upon arrival, Liu Zhuzi, who had received them the day before, greeted them and led them into the main hall.

Deng Youcai was still the same as always, wearing a black vest with a floral cotton-padded jacket over it, his coat open, and a large gold chain dangling from his waist.

The two gods changed into normal clothes and looked to be about the same age as Deng Youcai, in their early twenties.

When Deng Youcai saw them, he greeted them with a smile: "Oh dear, I didn't know you two were esteemed disciples of Liangyi Temple yesterday. I apologize for my neglect."

Cheng Mo put the things on the table: "It's nothing, Brother Deng, are you free today?"

When Deng Youcai saw the Chinese cigarette, his eyes lit up: "Oh my, you two have come all this way, why did you bring anything?"

He said that, but his hand had already reached over and picked up the cigarette to look at it.

Xia He asked knowingly, "Was the girl's house ready yesterday?"

Deng Youcai smiled and said, "Everything is done. I should thank you both yesterday."

Xia He waved her hand: "We didn't do anything yesterday."

Deng Youcai then asked the serious question: "Zhu Zi said you have something to ask the immortals, but what exactly is it?"

Cheng Mo went straight to the point: "My master has an old friend named Hui Xian, and he asked us to pay him a visit."

Deng Youcai asked, "Oh? I wonder which immortal you are? I am also a disciple of the Gray Immortal, so perhaps we know each other."

Cheng Mo asked, "Brother Deng, do you know that person named Cheng Huihui?"

Deng Youcai looked at him strangely and remained silent for two seconds before saying, "To be honest, I do know."

Cheng Mo was delighted: "Brother Deng, could you tell me the location? We can find it ourselves."