Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Cheng Mo circled the ruins, lost in thought.

Emotions are a trap.

It must have been arranged by someone after I left last time.

Using unusual energy as bait, ordinary people would assume that these anomalies are due to the demonic sword and would not suspect a trap.

Once inside the mountain god's temple and the rusty knife is taken, the trap is activated.

Cheng Mo managed to dodge only because he ran without hesitation. If it were any other superhuman, they would have been badly injured, if not killed.

I just don't know if it was the Japanese who did it, or if it was some strange Chinese person who set up the whole thing.

Moreover, the trap was strange; there was no backup plan.

If another person is stationed to guard the area, and then another person finishes off the person who falls into the trap, wouldn't the person who falls into the trap be doomed?

Another strange thing is that he found out about this place from the interior.

Did the person who set up this trap also calculate it?

So, their calculations are consistent with their own, and they also have two answers?

It's so weird.

Cheng Mo thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up on thinking about it.

Well, it's none of his business how they play. Anyway, it's now confirmed that the demon sword Hirumaru isn't here.

That leaves only one place—somewhere in Harbin.

Let's not rush over there. Erzhuang is much more important than that broken knife.

Now, let's go up the mountain to find our uncle and ask for some herbs to take home.

Cheng Mo had only taken two steps.

A clicking or clattering sound came from behind me.

He stopped and turned to look at the ruins.

The sound came from inside, and it sounded like wood breaking, and it grew louder and louder.

Click...

Clang!

Cheng Mo waited for a while longer, and only after confirming that there were no further changes did he slowly walk over.

Arrive at the place where the sound came from; there is a hole there.

Originally, this should have been a door panel, but now only a dark hole remains. Judging from the remaining frame, the door panel must have been at least seven or eight centimeters thick.

Cheng Mo stood at the cave entrance and looked down.

It was pitch black inside; you couldn't see anything.

He thought about it and decided it was best not to go down into the cave, since there might be something in there.

He circulated his Qi, and the array patterns beneath his feet spread out.

The Qimen Dunjia formation unfolds.

Cheng Mo could sense that there was a space underground, about twenty square meters in size.

"The character 'Kun'—Earth Dragon Escape!"

He channeled his Qi, controlling the land to rise upwards.

The ground began to shake.

The ruins began to shake, and pieces of wood and tiles tumbled down.

Cheng Mo's Qi was continuously output.

The ground rose little by little, carrying the ruins above it with it, and the entire land was lifted up.

A house "grew" up on the site of the original ruins.

The earthen house, square and imposing, stood there in a grand manner.

Cheng Mo took a breath, looked at the mud house in front of him, and reached out to knock on it.

Clang, clang.

The mud house was cracked with spiderweb-like fissures.

The cracks spread rapidly, extending outwards from the point of impact, and soon covered the entire mud house.

Ultimately, it collapsed.

Cheng Mo took a few steps back to avoid the falling clods of earth.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a layer of soil covered the ruins of the mountain god temple, and the original building materials of the mountain god temple were almost no longer visible.

And what remained in the original place...

Cheng Mo stepped forward and waved his sleeve.

A gentle breeze swept by, dispersing some of the smoke and dust.

Two more sets of books appeared on the ground.

Cheng Mo squatted down and flipped through the pages. The cover had a few words written on it: "The Supreme Three Corpses Classic".

Cheng Mo was taken aback.

This thing...

He continued scrolling down.

half an hour.

One hour.

a long time……

Cheng Mo closed the book.

This is actually the complete "Gengshen Corpse-Slaying Record" technique of the Three Demon Sect.

The book describes in detail various methods for severing the three corpses.

Initially, one could use the "Corpse-Repelling Method": In Jiangnan, there is a lot of Angelica dahurica. Dig up the roots, grind them into a fine powder, and use it for bathing. This fragrance is something that the Three Corpses (corpses) hate.

Another remedy: On the third day of the third month, take peach leaves or peach roots, pound them to extract seven liters of juice, and boil them together with one liter of vinegar until reduced to five or six parts. Take this immediately before meals. If you do not eat the next day, the worms will be expelled.

Then, the "Six Jia Corpse Removal" is performed: the central courtyard is cleansed and purified, a table is placed facing north, three cups are arranged on the table, and water from the well is poured into it—

At midnight on the day of Jiazi, with his hair disheveled and placed behind him, he knelt and bowed three times, saying: "Your subject, Jia, a great-grandson from a certain prefecture, county, village, or town, respectfully invites the Three Lords of the North Pole and the True Man of the Dipper to remove the Three Corpses with three cups of water, so that I may cultivate the Tao and attain immortality."

There are even more detailed instructions later, such as "guarding Gengshen", "slaying the three corpses", and "exterminating the nine insects", one set after another.

He put down one set and picked up another.

It turned out to be a secret technique of the Tang Clan.

Hidden weapon techniques, poison formulas, mechanical arts, weapon crafting methods...

The last page prominently displays the four characters "Dan Shi Secret Method".

Cheng Mo read it carefully once and then closed it.

This thing is useless to him. He doesn't practice it himself. In addition, the Tang Sect's secret techniques have not been cut off. The reason why no one can cultivate the Pill Devouring Technique now is simply because their mental cultivation is out of step with the times. They just can't cultivate that thing.

That would prevent him from using it to do favors.

However, the fact that these two techniques could be hidden here indicates that this place was indeed once the location of the demon sword Hirumaru.

Or rather, that little Japanese devil, Eita.

Otherwise, there would be no reason for these two sets of techniques to be hidden here.

But that doesn't make sense either; the Japanese soldiers back then must have obtained more than just these two sets of martial arts techniques.

For the Japanese devils, these martial arts techniques left by our ancestors should be treasured by them; there's no reason why they would only keep these two sets.

Could it be the person who set this trap?

Cheng Mo thought for a moment, but still didn't use the inner vision to ask for the answer.

There's no need for that; as long as we get the goods, that's fine.

He put both sets of books into his pouch.

The Tang Clan items are now just for collections. I'll sell the Three Demon Sect's stuff to Tu Junfang whenever I have a chance, in exchange for a favor.

Cheng Mo took out his phone and glanced at it; it was already past five o'clock.

It seems I can't go to my uncle's place today.

He first called Gao Lian and told him about the mountain god temple: "Also, Lao Gao, I remembered something. After that war, quite a few Japanese soldiers were hiding on our side."

On the other side, Gao Lian remained calm: "We know about this matter and have already made arrangements, so don't worry, Daoist Cheng."

Cheng Mo laughed and said, "It was I who was too talkative."

The two exchanged a few more polite words and hung up the phone.

Cheng Mo tapped a few times to dial Xia He's number, saying as he walked, "Where are you guys?"

Xia He's voice came through the receiver, amidst a noisy background: "Just shopping."

Cheng Mo asked in surprise, "You've been shopping for so long? When are we going to eat?"

Xia He turned to the person next to her and asked, "Yu Ting, what did your dad say about dinner time?"

A voice came from the side: "He usually gets off work at six o'clock, so we can go back and put our things away around that time."

Xia He pointed the microphone again: "It's a little after six, have you come down the mountain yet?"

Cheng Mo was too lazy to explain what happened on the mountain: "Okay, give me an address on the way down the mountain."

Xia He turned to the person next to her and asked, "Where are we eating?"

Gao Yuting's voice came from next to me: "It's at home. My home is in Cuihuyuan Community, Building 3, Unit 6-1, near Wen'an Road, Nanhu Street, Heping District."

Xia He said into the microphone, "Did you hear that?"

Cheng Mo: "Okay, got it. See you later."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Mo's figure disappeared into the mountain path.

……

After a while...

A person emerged from the woods behind the mountain god temple.

He was in his thirties, sweating profusely, wearing a dusty gray jacket, and his face was covered in dirt.

"Damn it, what kind of monster is this?!"

He leaned against a tree, panting, and cursed between breaths, "That bastard He Rufeng sent me to ambush him, ambush his mother's leg!"

He wiped the sweat from his brow, glanced back at the ruins, and shuddered again: "Luckily I hid well, otherwise I would have ended up like this mountain god temple!"

The man cursed and pulled a broken knife from his waist. The knife was only half intact, with rust on the blade, and looked tattered.

"Damn it, next time I see that bastard Lin Rufeng, I'm going to beat him up!"

He placed the broken sword on the ruins of the mountain god temple and squatted down to rearrange the formation.

He took out several talismans from his pocket and pasted them around the broken sword.

He then took out a small cloth bag, poured out some powder, and sprinkled it on the talisman paper.

There are words in the mouth.

A moment later, the talismans spontaneously combusted without fire, burning to ashes that landed on the broken knife.

The broken sword trembled slightly, then disappeared into the ground.

He stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "I have to rearrange everything again. Why haven't those Japanese devils come knocking on our door yet?"

He glanced around at the ruins and muttered, "Damn it, hurry up and get on with it, I'll chop you all to pieces!"

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the woods to find a place to hide.