Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Upon entering the room, Cheng Mo lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already inside.

Mountains and rivers, grass and trees, babbling streams, rabbits grazing, and cats crouching by the stream watching the fish.

Cheng Mo didn't rush to ask about the location of the demon sword; he first went through his thoughts.

When He Yunchong mentioned those locations, Cheng Mo noticed a problem—damn, everyone was looking for the same few places.

First, there was the mountain god temple. He found nothing when he went there the first time, but on the second time, someone had set a trap. The person who set the trap had calculated that someone would come again, which is why they were able to set up an ambush there in advance.

This is clearly a deliberate setup by someone.

It's impossible to get so many people to receive the same information just by spreading rumors, and it makes no sense that a reclusive sect like Penglai Nightblade could obtain these addresses.

Such certainty must have been divination. And to ensure all the sorcerers received the wrong information, manipulation within the inner realm was necessary. In other words, the person behind this scheme must also be a sorcerer.

Cheng Mo asked again about the location of the demon sword Hirumaru.

The sphere of light appeared, the same size as last time, and the information inside was the same as last time—the same few addresses.

Very well, now there's another question: who is interfering with the calculation of the demon sword's location?

A sphere of light appeared.

This thing was actually a whole size bigger than Cheng Mo himself.

Cheng Mo reached in—

Hey, why is there nothing here?

The sphere of light dissipated.

He stared at the blank space in front of him, lost in thought.

There are two possibilities. One is that no one interfered with the inner world at all, but in that case, it would be impossible for a ball of light to appear, and even if it did appear, it wouldn't be this big.

That's another possibility—the person who interfered has completely hidden themselves.

How did he do that?

First, Cheng Mo reaffirmed one thing: all sorcerers' inner visions are actually at a single level; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to interfere with others. The interferer must know the true answer to the question; otherwise, they cannot set up the interference.

Secondly, the interferer leaves a permanent mark on the inner landscape, which is equivalent to polluting the information field of the problem with their own "cause and effect".

To achieve this, the intervener must completely integrate part of their consciousness into the inner landscape, essentially being "swallowed" by the inner landscape and permanently severing this part of their spiritual energy.

Doing so will inevitably lead to the interferer's own shortened lifespan and mental damage, and in severe cases, death on the spot...

That's a complete gamble, it doesn't make sense!

It's just a knife, why go to such lengths?

If it were a Chinese person seeking revenge, the Japanese soldier who wielded the knife would have been dead long ago. It would be a simple matter of retrieving the knife; why pay such a high price?

And what's the point of doing that?

Even if it were handled entirely by human effort, with the energy of these extraordinary individuals and the company's resources, finding them would only be a matter of time.

Cheng Mo tried asking a few more related questions, but received no clear answers.

Forget it.

He simply gave up, his consciousness rose, and he opened his eyes.

Xia He quickly came over: "How is it? How is it? Have you figured it out yet?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "The location of the knife is still not confirmed. I feel that someone is interfering behind this, so I asked about it just now."

Xia He asked again, "Is there any result yet?"

Cheng Mo shook his head again: "It's certain someone is behind this, but we can't find the person behind it."

Xia He thought for a moment, then chuckled, "Never mind, that's not important. Let's sneak into the village, and avoid shooting."

Cheng Mo: "..."

He paused for two seconds: "That makes sense."

Xia He took out her phone and dialed Gao Dazhuang's number.

After the call connected, a tall, strong man's chuckle came from the other end: "Oh~ it's over so quickly? Looks like Cheng Mo is all show and no substance."

Cheng Mo's forehead was covered in black lines.

Xia He wanted to laugh, but seeing Cheng Mo's expression, she quickly changed the subject: "Da Zhuang! What nonsense are you talking about? We're not that eager. The little Taoist priest was telling fortunes just now!"

Gao Dazhuang's attention was indeed diverted: "What is it? News about the Demon Blade? How's it going?"

"The young Taoist priest said someone is up to no good behind our backs, but he can't pinpoint the exact location, so we have to try them one by one."

"Oh, so that means everything's the same as usual," Gao Dazhuang asked. "Are you coming over now?"

Xia He looked at Cheng Mo, and Cheng Mo nodded.

"Of course, we'll be there right away."

"Forget it, you guys shouldn't come," Gao Dazhuang said. "Most of the supernatural beings have left. I think they're just wandering around these places, probably trying their luck. It's not very interesting."

Xia He said, "Then let's go to the next location. Let the other supernatural beings watch theirs, and we'll just watch these ones. Then, we can grab a bite to eat and have some late-night snacks, since the peak activity time is at night."

"Alright! Where to next..." Gao Dazhuang thought for a moment, "The Songhua River Railway Bridge!"

……

Cheng Mo and Xia He left the hotel, hailed a taxi, and gave the driver the address.

Then you can leave it to the driver.

The Songhua River Railway Bridge is an old river bridge with a history of over a century. Two kilometers away is a highway bridge, and further away is a new railway bridge under construction.

Nowadays, the train traffic on the old Jiangqiao Bridge is still quite heavy. As soon as Cheng Mo and Xia He arrived, a train roared past.

The most interesting thing was that there were several pedestrians on the bridge, all dressed in thin clothes, with rosy complexions and bright eyes, and they weren't shivering at all.

There were people not only on the bridge, but also on the river.

The people on the river were much more normal, with more ordinary people dressed in thick clothes, and many treating the river as an ice rink.

Xia He stood at the bridgehead looking down: "Little Taoist priest, do you think it's possible to hide something under the bridge piers?"

Cheng Mo: "We'll know once we go down and take a look."

Xia He turned her head and looked around: "Wait a minute, let me ask Dazhuang where he is."

Just as she was about to make a phone call, Gao Dazhuang popped up and said, "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Xia He looked around and saw that she was alone: ​​"Why isn't that guy with you?"

Gao Dazhuang shrugged: "I don't know. I told him to go this way, and he just ran off on his own."

Cheng Mo thought to himself: Could it be that they've already been here?

Xia He chuckled: "Looks like our Yuting isn't charming enough."

Gao Dazhuang: "Hey, why are you spouting such obvious truths?"

Xia He: "??"

Gao Dazhuang stared wide-eyed.

The two looked at each other.

Cheng Mo coughed twice: "Should we go down and look for it first?"

Xia He pulled Gao Dazhuang and ran towards the river.

The entire bridge is over a kilometer long, and including the two abutments on the north and south banks, there are a total of twenty piers. Even walking across slowly would take more than ten minutes, and if you have to search for something on each pier, it would take even longer...

......

More than half an hour has passed.

Xia He suddenly called out, "Little Taoist priest, Yuting, come here quickly!"

Cheng Mo ran over: "What's wrong? Did you find something?"

Gao Dazhuang looked left and right, up and down, asking, "What is that? What is that?"

Xia He pointed to the bridge pier: "This one is made of concrete! The other piers are all made of stone! Do you think that knife might have been poured into it?"

Cheng Mo was speechless: "This pillar was built in the 1960s. If it had really been built in, the news about that knife would have been leaked long ago."

Gao Dazhuang exclaimed, "How did you know? I've been studying here for over a year and I still don't know when this pier was built."

Cheng Mo calmly replied, "We still need to check the information related to these addresses."

Xia He said smugly, "That little Taoist priest is the best at planning!"

Gao Dazhuang looked at her with disdain: "What are you so smug about? He's a grown man who did all the work. He'll kick you out of the way when the time comes. You should learn from the women of Northeast China and be tough."

Xia He retorted, "You're pretty bold, aren't you? Why haven't I seen you find a man?"

Gao Dazhuang: "..."

She hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "You shouldn't hit someone in the face!"

Cheng Mo interrupted them: "Alright, alright, keep watching, there aren't many blocks left."

The two women exchanged a glance, snorted coldly in unison, turned their heads, and walked towards different bridge piers.