Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Mo relayed the general situation to Xia He.

After hearing this, Xia He pouted, "So, you're saying we can't retaliate against them for the time being? We can only wait for the company to take action?"

"Well, it's not entirely hopeless," Cheng Mo said thoughtfully. "I have an idea."

Xia He's eyes lit up: "What?"

Cheng Mo: "I had a vague feeling that someone was watching us outside the train station, but there were too many people watching you at the time, which interfered with my judgment. Now that I think about it, that observer was very likely a member of the Medicine Immortal Society."

Xia He's eyes lit up even more, full of anticipation: "Do you know how to disguise yourself? Change your appearance for me, and we'll secretly follow you?"

Cheng Mo shook his head regretfully: "I actually really want to do that, but unfortunately, I don't know how."

Xia He immediately retorted, "So you don't mean for me to stay away from you, do you?"

Cheng Mo nodded, while Xia He glared at him angrily.

Cheng Mo pretended not to see and shook his head: "My idea is that after we get off the train, we'll pretend to separate. You wear a hat to hide your hair, and also wear a mask and sunglasses. You can secretly follow behind me and see if you can lure that guy out."

Upon hearing this, Xia He immediately clapped her hands: "Great! I love this!"

The two immediately huddled together and whispered to discuss the details of the operation.

Xia He was unusually excited and offered all sorts of "professional" advice, such as how to move around, how to give signals, and how to deal with being discovered... She even found the boxed meals on the train to taste especially delicious because she was in a good mood.

As night deepened, Xia He yawned and rubbed her eyes: "The plan should be fine now, right? I've gone over it several times."

Cheng Mo: "...Hmm."

He silently complained to himself: There was no problem a long time ago. You were the one who kept overturning and rebuilding. In the end, the first solution was still the most practical.

This allowed him to relive the grueling life of being tormented by clients in his previous life.

The two said goodnight to each other and prepared to go to sleep.

Cheng Mo looked up and saw a dried, dark stain on the wall of the opposite bunk, as well as a poisonous snake and a dirty pillow lying in the corner.

Oh no, we got so engrossed in the discussion that we forgot to deal with these things.

He sighed, found a dirty towel, wiped the stains off the wall, then found a plastic bag, stuffed the snake, the pillow, and the dirty towel into it, tied a knot, and put it aside, intending to hand it over to the people at NaDuTong after he got off the bus.

Xia He lay on her lower bunk, propping her head up with her hand, watching Cheng Mo busy with great interest, showing no intention of helping at all.

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The next morning, as dawn broke.

The train travels through the mountains of Guizhou, and the scenery outside the window is different from the lush greenery of southern Shaanxi. The peaks are steeper and continuous, and clouds and mist swirl around them.

Cheng Mo led Xia He to do the Eight Pieces of Brocade twice in a slightly wider connecting area.

After washing up and having a simple breakfast, the two returned to their bunks and leisurely watched the scenery rushing past the window.

Looking at those villages that were almost isolated from the world, Cheng Mo thought: No wonder this place used to be so poor; the transportation was really inconvenient.

Perhaps this geographical barrier will only be truly broken down when low-altitude aircraft become widespread in the future.

Around noon, the train finally slowly pulled into Qianyang Station.

Cheng Mo and Xia He got off the train with the crowd and went out of the station. They first found a restaurant nearby that looked quite authentic to have lunch.

Xia He, holding the menu, ordered a "spicy chicken" dish without hesitation, specifically instructing the owner, "Make it the spiciest one!"

When the dish was served, the bright red chilies almost completely covered the chicken pieces.

Xia He picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. Instantly, the spiciness rushed to her head, and her fair face turned bright red at a visible speed. Tears were almost welling up in her eyes, but she forced herself to stay awake, gasping for breath, and mumbled, "Not spicy...not spicy at all...it's really delicious!"

Cheng Mo found it amusing.

He remained unfazed; the chicken was spicy and delicious, and for him, the spiciness was just right.

Having tasted food from all over the world in his previous life, he had developed a tolerant palate. Even the notoriously bad cuisine of Daiying, known as a culinary desert, could be appreciated for its simple and honest flavors.

After finishing the meal, Cheng Mo paid the bill.

Stepping out of the restaurant, Xia He suddenly became quite the drama queen, tugging at Cheng Mo's sleeve and feigning reluctance, her voice soft and sweet: "Little Taoist, I'm leaving now... Remember to miss me~"

After saying that, she blinked her big, watery eyes.

Cheng Mo thought to himself: This girl is quite the actress.

He waved politely, his tone calm: "Goodbye, take care."

Xia He turned around, pulled down the brim of her hat, and quickly blended into the crowd, disappearing from sight after a few turns.

Cheng Mo stood there, looking in the direction Xia He had disappeared, as if reminiscing, before slowly walking away down a street in the opposite direction from Xia He.

His senses subtly heightened to their peak, and he paid close attention to every movement around him.

Cheng Mo turned into a sportswear store and, following his master's instructions, picked out two sets of sportswear for himself to change into.

After buying the clothes, he continued to stroll around with the bag in his hand.

Xia He, dressed in a different outfit, wore a baseball cap to cover her striking pink hair, and a mask to cover most of her face. Under her conscious control, the flow of Qi within her body became calmer.

Aside from her still-curvaceous figure and her long, dazzlingly white legs encased in slim-fit jeans, she wasn't as eye-catching overall.

She watched Cheng Mo emerge from the clothing store with a bag in his hand, and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "This little Taoist priest certainly knows how to enjoy life. He even buys new clothes while fishing. Hmm, I'll have to buy a few pieces too when I'm done."

Cheng Mo noticed someone watching him and walked towards a street corner, quickly glancing behind him as he turned. Although the person was wearing a hat and mask, the familiar figure and those long legs made him immediately recognize Xia He.

A question arose in his mind: Why is only Xia He with them? Where are the people from the Medicine Immortal Society?

Such fanatical organizations that have developed into religions should act even more fanatical and insanely; there's no reason for them to easily give up on revenge.

He then thought that while the Medicine Immortal Society was indeed crazy, their madness was all for the purpose of cultivating "Gu-bodied Saint Children," and any behavior that might interfere with this goal was considered an unnecessary risk.

Hatred will be remembered, but revenge can be delayed until their Gu-infused holy child is born, at which point they can be settled all at once.

Therefore, their top priority now should be ensuring that the Holy Child Project goes perfectly.

However, we still cannot let our guard down. The other party may be hiding even deeper. We should patiently wait for a better opportunity. After all, the Gu technique is really strange. Even when the minibus could not transmit any messages, it still attracted retaliation.

Xia He followed Cheng Mo and wandered around the streets for quite a while.

At first, both the act of following the young Taoist priest and the search for potential followers seemed novel and interesting to her. But as time passed, cars and people came and went on the streets, everything was normal, and there was nothing unusual.

As darkness fell, the streetlights came on one by one.

The two walked one after the other for most of the afternoon, and Xia He began to feel bored.

No one was following the young Taoist priest at all. Was he too sensitive before and made a wrong judgment? It's so late, shouldn't he be thinking about finding a place to stay for the night? He'll definitely need to stay in a hotel in the city, and if he's going to book two rooms... he'll definitely need two.

But... wouldn't it be easier to observe if any suspicious people approach if I shared a room with the young Taoist priest? Oh dear, what an idea...

Xia He shook her head, clutching her burning cheeks. Luckily, she was wearing a mask, so no one could see her flushed face.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a suit, looking hurried, brushed past her. A very faint, strange smell entered her nostrils, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. Xia He's legs went weak, and she immediately turned to avoid the man in the suit.

"Oh dear, what's wrong with this young lady? Has she had too much to drink?" A soft, pleasant voice, yet inexplicably irritating, rang out from the side.

Through her blurred vision, Xia He saw a blond figure that seemed to be approaching.

Alarm bells rang in her mind, and without thinking, she struck out with her palm towards the source of the sound, her supernatural power slightly leaking out with the strike.

"Uh..." The voice suddenly stopped, with a hint of embarrassment.

Xia He felt increasingly dizzy, her vision blurring and distorting. Anxious, she thought, "There are wolves in front and tigers behind! Where has the little Taoist priest gone?!"

"Xia He!"

Cheng Mo's voice rang out like a thunderclap. The previous word seemed to still be far away, but as soon as he finished speaking, he had already rushed to Xia He's side and steadily supported her swaying body.