Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

He Yunchong finally couldn't hold back any longer: "You guys aren't Uncle Hat at all!"

Cheng Mo looked completely innocent: "Hey, so you're not stupid after all, you figured it out~"

He Yunchong: "..."

He turned his head away.

Cheng Mo continued, "I never said I was Uncle Hat. You've misunderstood."

He Yunchong didn't want to talk, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but retort, "You checked my ID!"

Cheng Mo shrugged: "I just asked you to show me your ID card, I didn't force you. Didn't you take it out yourself?"

"you……"

He Yunchong opened his mouth, then turned his head away.

Gao Dazhuang nudged Xia He and whispered, "This guy doesn't seem to know how to talk."

Xia He nodded: "The young Taoist priest can be a bit infuriating sometimes."

Gao Dazhuang waved his hand: "No, I meant this thing on the ground, it takes forever to let out a fart."

Xia He thought for a moment: "Maybe it's social anxiety."

Gao Dazhuang didn't understand: "What the hell?"

Xia He explained, "Oh, that's a term invented by the little Taoist priest. It's social anxiety, the unwillingness to interact with other people."

Gao Dazhuang seemed to be thinking, "There are people like that?"

"Quite a few, I suppose. Some people blush after just a couple of words with a stranger."

Cheng Mo patted He Yunchong on the shoulder: "Alright, stop lying down, get up. Let's go to the yamen."

How can I get out of the lock?

He Yunchong stiffened his neck, but said, "You're not Uncle Hat, I'm not going with you."

Cheng Mo clicked his tongue twice: "I'm not Uncle Hat, but I can send you to the yamen. You were carrying a controlled knife, so you'll be locked up for at least a year or two. After that, we can go anywhere and clear up your identity issues."

He Yunchong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Oh, you guys are from Nadutong! Then take me to the company."

Cheng Mo shook his head: "That won't do. We have to hand it over to the authorities first and resolve the issue of controlled knives."

He Yunchong became anxious: "I'm an extraordinary person! Aren't all extraordinary people under the jurisdiction of the General Administration?"

Cheng Mo said seriously, "First of all, you are a person. Carrying a controlled knife involves the personal safety of others, so you have to hand it over to the authorities first."

He Yunchong: "I...you...this..."

Gao Dazhuang chuckled, "Alright, alright, Cheng Mo, stop teasing him. Look how anxious he is."

Xia He also smiled and advised, "Alright, alright, let's ask him about the demon sword instead."

Cheng Mo looked at He Yunchong: "Did you hear that? How much do you know about the demon sword Hirumaru?"

He Yunchong looked at Cheng Mo, then at the two women, and his face suddenly turned red.

Gao Dazhuang exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent: "Wow, Xia He, did you see that? She hasn't even said much yet, and she's already blushing."

Xia He nodded thoughtfully: "He probably hasn't seen many women."

He Yunchong panicked, his face turning red to the roots of his ears: "Who...who hasn't seen them! We have many women under our tutelage!"

Cheng Mo patted his shoulder: "Forget about how many women you have under your command. Just tell me, how much do you know about the demon sword Hiruma?"

He Yunchong turned his head away: "Hmph."

Gao Dazhuang stepped forward and pushed Cheng Mo aside, saying, "Get lost, I'll ask you."

Cheng Mo stepped aside.

Gao Dazhuang squatted down, pressed He Yunchong's head down, and turned him to look at him, speaking in a thick Northeastern accent: "Tell me, what do you know about the demon sword Hirumaru?"

He Yunchong looked at Gao Dazhuang's pretty face.

Her face flushed again: "I...I...I only know..."

The voice grew softer and softer until Cheng Mo, straining his ears, couldn't hear what he was saying.

The tall, strong man slapped him hard on the thigh.

Snapped!

"Hey, what are you muttering about, you grown man? Speak up!"

He Yunchong shuddered, then spoke fluently: "I don't know the specifics either! The elder just gave me a few locations and told me to go and check them out one by one!"

Cheng Mo's heart skipped a beat.

Several locations?

Is the elder also a sorcerer?

Gao Dazhuang pressed further, "Which sect are you from? Why are you looking for the demon sword Hirumaru?"

He Yunchong honestly confessed: "I am the successor of Penglai Night Blade. The elder told me to undergo training and gave me information about that blade."

The tall, burly man waved his hand and said, "Tell us everything you know."

He Yunchong reported eight locations.

Cheng Mo silently compared the answers he obtained from his inner vision to these eight locations, including the mountain god temple in Fengtian and those places that had already become ineffective.

He Yunchong added a reminder: "I've already checked Fengtian; someone set a trap, so I didn't go in."

Gao Dazhuang looked at Xia He: "Does this match the information Dad gave me?"

Xia He looked at Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo shook his head: "Old Gao didn't give us specific information, he just told us to contact Na Du Tong in Bingcheng. But it's about what I calculated."

Gao Dazhuang patted He Yunchong on the shoulder: "Thanks."

After saying that, he stood up and pulled Xia He along, saying, "Let's go."

Cheng Mo followed behind the two of them, casually waving his hand to dispel the Qimen Formation.

He Yunchong silently stood up, sheathed his knife, and followed.

Once outside the alley, Gao Dazhuang pulled Xia He and turned left, with Cheng Mo following and He Yunchong trailing behind.

After walking for a while, Cheng Mo stopped and turned back to look at He Yunchong: "Why are you following us?"

Gao Dazhuang and Xia He also turned around.

He Yunchong looked at Cheng Mo, his tone stiff: "I...I'm going there too. I gave you the address, why can't I go?"

Cheng Mo turned to look at Gao Dazhuang: "Sis, what do you say?"

Hearing him call her "sister," Xia He immediately understood Cheng Mo's meaning and echoed, "Sister, should we have him come along?"

Gao Dazhuang was baffled: "Why are you calling me 'sister'? Even though I am indeed older than you."

She laughed as she spoke, quite pleased with herself: "Hehe, it sounds pretty good."

He Yunchong also looked at Gao Dazhuang, and seeing her hearty laughter, her face turned red again.

Xia He noticed He Yunchong's expression, raised an eyebrow at Cheng Mo, and silently communicated: Little Taoist, you've noticed, haven't you?

Cheng Mo shrugged.

Gao Dazhuang didn't notice any of this and waved his hand, "Alright, just come along. Anyway, you're the one who gave me the information."

After saying that, he ignored He Yunchong and turned to continue walking forward.

And so, the strange group of four walked down the street.

Handsome men and beautiful women, along with a young man carrying a knife, were quite eye-catching. However…

It's just a matter of getting noticed; nobody actually went up to chat with them.

Snow was still falling lightly on the street. Pedestrians were all wrapped in cotton-padded coats, hunching their shoulders as they hurried past.

There are some small shops along the roadside selling roasted sweet potatoes and candied hawthorns, all steaming hot.

As they walked, Gao Dazhuang described the buildings along the roadside to Xia He.

"Hey, see that building? It was built by the Russians. It's over a hundred years old and still in use."

"I've forgotten what this street used to be called, but it's been famous for a long time. Many movies have been filmed here."

Xia He listened with great interest, occasionally asking a question.

Cheng Mo walked behind, occasionally glancing at He Yunchong.

He Yunchong followed at the back, his gaze fixed on the tall, strong figure in front of him, his face still flushed.

After walking for almost an hour, we finally saw a large cathedral in the distance.

The Hagia Sophia—a typical Byzantine building—has a huge, bright green dome that stands out against the snow-covered ground. Arched windows, spires, crosses—every detail exudes exotic charm.

This is a landmark building in Harbin. Even though the best time to enjoy the snow has passed, there are still many tourists, some holding cameras and others holding mobile phones, striking various poses.

The area is a commercial district, lined with cafes and souvenir shops. Vendors selling Russian nesting dolls and chocolates set up stalls along the roadside, their shouts echoing throughout.

Gao Dazhuang turned to He Yunchong and asked, "Hey you, He..."

He Yunchong quickly gave his name: "He Yunchong".

"Oh right, He Yunchong. Do you have any more specific information?"