Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Wang Weiguo then looked at Deng Youcai: "Master Deng, this..."

Deng Youcai frowned.

It sounds like someone has solved it.

He walked to the bedside, looked at Wang Weimin's complexion, and then reached out to check his pulse.

The pulse was weak, but not like the weakness one would expect after recovering from a serious illness.

He looked at Wang Weimin's eyes again, flipped up his eyelids, and found that his pupils were normal in size, but there was a very faint bluish tint under his eyes.

This is clearly not cleaned properly.

Deng Youcai wondered to himself: What's wrong with this guy? Why is he leaving half of the solution unresolved?

Are they keeping something in reserve, just in case they get paid?

Just then, my phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was a call from Liu Zhuzi.

Deng Youcai answered the phone: "Hey, Zhuzi, what's up?"

The voice that came from the other end of the phone wasn't Liu Zhuzi's, but Cheng Huihui's: "It's me."

Deng Youcai immediately stood up straight: "Uncle Cheng! You've arrived at the headquarters? What can I do for you?"

Cheng Mo's ears twitched.

Uncle-Master? He didn't go back to the mountain?

Cheng Huihui's voice came through the receiver: "Last night someone hit a snake, and the matter hasn't been resolved yet. You need to bring the person back; it's inconvenient for me to handle this."

He told me about the hospital and the ward.

Deng Youcai quickly agreed, "Okay! I'll take him back right away!"

After hanging up the phone, he realized, "Oh, it's just this hospital room."

Deng Youcai turned to Wang Weiguo and said, "Yesterday, a spirit master intervened. However, there's still some connection to the spirit master, so we need to bring him to the temple and deal with him further."

Wang Weiguo was overjoyed: "No problem! No problem!"

He immediately instructed his secretary to process his discharge from the hospital.

Manager Ma listened from the side, his heart pounding with anxiety.

Immortals?

Those aren't human.

A jumble of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he forced a smile: "Um, Chairman Wang, I have some things to take care of at the construction site, so I'll head back now?"

Wang Weiguo waved his hand: "Go ahead."

Manager Ma put down the fruit basket and left quickly, walking much faster than when he arrived.

……

After all that trouble, it was almost noon when we returned to Shihua Hall.

Deng Youcai pushed open the palace door, walked in, and then froze.

Cheng Huihui sat in the chair in the very center, wearing a hooded long robe, a mask, and sunglasses, with its tail tucked into its robe, looking perfectly upright.

Deng Youcai's legs went weak, and he almost fell over: "You...you came in person?"

Cheng Huihui flicked her sleeves: "I already said it's inconvenient to go to the hospital, so I have to ask you to bring the person here."

His gaze passed over Deng Youcai and landed on Cheng Mo and Xia He, who came in behind him: "Hey, Xiao Mo and Xiao He, what are you doing with this brat?"

Cheng Mo went in and asked, "Uncle-Master, didn't you say you went back last night?"

Cheng Huihui pointed at the Wang Weiguo brothers who had just come in: "Well, we ran into them, didn't we? You have to finish what you start, you can't give up halfway, right?"

Cheng Mo cupped his hands in greeting: "What Martial Uncle says is true." But he felt strange, wondering why he was helping someone in such an inexplicable way.

The hall was dimly lit today, with all the windows closed and only a few candles lit on the altar.

Wang Weiguo and a few others stood at the door, unable to see Cheng Huihui's face clearly. They could only sense that it was a human shape, wearing a long gown, a hat, and a mask, sitting there motionless.

The secretary suddenly pointed at Cheng Huihui and blurted out, "Boss, it was him last night!"

Wang Weiguo and Wang Weimin patted him on the shoulder at the same time.

Wang Weimin's movement left him breathless, and between breaths he cursed at his secretary, "That's a master! What nonsense are you spouting!"

The secretary quickly withdrew her hand.

Recalling the strange events of last night, and looking at Wang Weimin's current state, a sense of fear flashed through his heart. He quickly bowed to Cheng Huihui and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I was rash."

Cheng Huihui waved her hand, not bothering to argue with him.

He looked at Wang Weimin: "Have you been provoking a bunch of snakes lately?"

Wang Weimin was taken aback: "A snake? I don't remember..."

Wang Weiguo reminded him from the side, "That place on the construction site."

Wang Weimin remembered: "Oh, right, we dug up a nest of snakes when we started the work."

Deng Youcai, standing nearby, explained, "Uncle Cheng, they are real estate developers. They did indeed kill a nest of snakes on the construction site, and they're retaliating against him. But I don't understand exactly how they did it."

Cheng Huihui nodded: "Oh, I see. It's not some sophisticated method, just snake venom."

The secretary couldn't help but say, "That's impossible! We had the doctor examine us from the very beginning, and it's definitely not snake venom. We did blood tests and all the other tests, and everything was normal."

Wang Weiguo glanced at him.

How can this person be so blind?

He patted Wang Weimin on the shoulder: "Sometimes, some people can't be helped up just because you want to."

Wang Weimin understood his elder brother's meaning.

He looked at his secretary and said calmly, "You can go back now. Work with Manager Ma to organize the project data from this period."

The secretary opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but when she met Wang Weimin's gaze, she swallowed her words back.

After the secretary left, Wang Weimin bowed to Cheng Huihui and said, "Master, I haven't thanked you for your help last night."

Cheng Huihui flicked her sleeves: "I'm not helping you. That rotten snake that poisoned you has a grudge against me; I'm just ruining its plans."

Cheng Mo suddenly realized.

No wonder.

I told you, my uncle wouldn't do good deeds for no reason; our Liangyi Temple doesn't have that principle.

Revenge makes sense.

Deng Youcai, standing nearby, asked, "Uncle Cheng, what should we do next?"

Cheng Huihui said, "Get ready, lure that guy over here, and wipe him out completely."

Deng Youcai glanced at Wang Weiguo and lowered his voice, "Uncle Cheng, things haven't gotten to that point, have they?"

The Wang brothers couldn't understand and looked at them blankly.

Cheng Huihui sneered, "That guy's just how he is. They wiped out people's wives, children, and elderly parents all at their construction site. Even if Old Master Hu came, he wouldn't admit it. The only way to settle things is to kill them."

Deng Youcai opened his mouth.

He's been in the industry for almost ten years and has never encountered a confrontation of this magnitude.

In the past, even if other deities caused trouble, the deities he invited would always negotiate terms and ask for favors.

this time……

Surprisingly, I was quite excited.

Deng Youcai clapped his hands: "Alright! You've got to see!"

He turned his head and shouted, "Shuanzi!"

No one answered.

He looked around but didn't see Zhang Shuan anywhere.

He asked Liu Zhuzi, "Where's Shuanzi?"

Liu Zhuzi secretly glanced at Cheng Huihui.

Deng Youcai realized that they had been frightened and had run away.

Okay, I'll do it myself.

He walked to the center of the hall, took off his floral cotton-padded jacket and threw it aside, then put on his ceremonial robes.

With Zhang Shuan absent and no one to beat the drum, he picked up the Wenwang Drum himself and began his shamanistic ritual.

dong dong dong -- dong dong dong --

Deng Youcai started singing while beating the drum.

"Alas—heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, gods of all directions, heed my command."

Tonight, we open the altar to invite those who have wronged you; if you have a grievance, seek justice without mercy.

Where do snakes come from? They hide in caves deep in the mountains and forests.

Whoever killed you should pay with their life; don't wrongly pin the blame on someone else...

He sang with varying intonation, and the drumbeats were sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

After singing it several times, a gust of wind suddenly rose in the room.

Even though the doors and windows were closed, the candle flame began to flicker, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The already dimly lit hall became even darker.

The temperature is also dropping.

Outside, there was just a hint of spring, but inside it felt like the dead of winter again.

Wang Weiguo shuddered.

Wang Weimin's face turned even paler, and he leaned back in his chair, his lips turning purple.

A snake shadow gradually took shape, indistinct and writhing in mid-air, slowly coiling around Wang Weimin.

Wang Weimin's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Liu Zhuzi caught him and helped him down onto the chair.

Wang Weiguo was shocked. He helped his brother up and looked up, shouting, "Master! What should we do?"

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