Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Cheng Mo and Xia He tracked down to another address of the Demon Blade.

It was an abandoned old factory building, surrounded by overgrown weeds and covered in snow.

The area around the factory was unusually quiet.

Cheng Mo stopped and glanced around.

Several streams of Qi, some strong and some weak, remained hidden in the shadows, none of them moving.

Cheng Mo pulled Xia He along and slowly walked into the green belt next to the factory, where they found a clean rock to sit on.

"Little Taoist priest, shall we go in?" Xia He asked softly.

"No rush." ​​Cheng Mo took out two bottles of water from his pouch and handed one to her. "Everyone's waiting, so let's wait too. Let's see who comes."

Xia He took the water, drank a sip, and leaned on his shoulder.

The two of them sat there quietly, along with the others who were hiding around them, waiting.

……

at the same time.

A corner of Zhuge Village.

Zhuge Qing has just been freed from the vast sea of ​​exam questions.

He listened intently to make sure his parents were asleep, then immediately sat cross-legged on the bed.

A major event has recently occurred in the clan—everyone is searching for the whereabouts of a knife.

It all started when a friend of an uncle asked him to do a fortune telling.

However, the divination result was very strange—it was uncertain and the answer was vague.

The old man had promised his friend, and he couldn't just give an uncertain answer, so he consulted the oracle again.

The result was a completely different answer from what had been given earlier.

I consulted the oracle multiple times, and the answer was different each time.

Even more strangely, the old man discovered a problem—asking questions or speculating about the future in the inner vision would cause a backlash. Even the simplest questions would cause a backlash, albeit to a very slight degree.

However, this time, asking questions about the demon sword had a backlash similar to asking "What did your family eat yesterday?"—so mild it was negligible.

This is clearly not normal.

The Demon Blade involves Bihe Ninja, Tang Sect, and a company; it can't be that simple.

That only proves one thing—the knife has already been predicted.

That person sacrificed himself to recreate a scheme involving the demon sword within the inner world.

Once this was confirmed, the matter was no longer simply a friend helping out.

This is a provocation, a mockery.

This involves the issue of Wuhou Qimen's reputation—if it cannot break the scheme set up by the person behind it, wouldn't that mean Wuhou Qimen is inferior to others?

Furthermore, since the cost of divination was minimal, everyone in the Zhuge family capable of entering the inner realm for divination participated.

Zhuge Qing naturally heard everyone's discussion. However, his parents prioritized his studies and didn't allow him to participate.

Now that I've finished my homework, it's time to give it a try.

Zhuge Qing entered the inner scene.

I opened my eyes with anticipation, just as I was about to ask a question—

Then he froze.

His interior was surrounded by people.

An older man walked over and asked, "Ah Qing, what brings you in?"

Zhuge Qing was completely bewildered.

A bystander said, "His parents must have disapproved, so he sneaked in."

Zhuge Qing realized what was happening at that moment.

The Wuhou Qimen Dunjia has a unique feature that no other technique can match—

Back then, Zhuge Liang passed down a Guiyuan Formation that could "connect and share the inner landscape," "correct the four plates," and "assist with a medium," allowing multiple people to share the backlash and explore together.

However, this requires the four plates of Qimen Dunjia—the Earth Plate, the Human Plate, the Heaven Plate, and the Divine Plate—to be perfectly aligned without the slightest deviation.

It might be troublesome outside, but it's very simple in Zhuge Village.

The ancestors had already set up the formation, and as long as the descendants adjust their inner circle, they can achieve the goal smoothly.

Zhuge Qing's long-standing habit led him to immediately enter this shared interior space.

Now it's all good...

Someone will definitely tell your parents, and then you'll inevitably get another scolding.

Thinking that he was going to suffer anyway, Zhuge Qing asked, "Um... can I come along?"

The uncle who had spoken earlier glanced at him and said, "Since you're already here, what else can I do but ask?"

Zhuge Qing immediately asked: Where is the demon sword Hiruma?

A sphere of light appeared.

With everyone working together, it was easily broken.

Information flooded in.

The person who spoke earlier frowned: "The location information hasn't changed much."

Some people said, "What's the use of pinpointing the location? Doesn't that mean the other side has already started closing in? The key is to find the person who orchestrated this."

So many days have passed, and everyone has given up hope of breaking the deadlock.

I just want to find that person.

Let's find out which faction and which person is behind this.

As long as the person is found before he is exposed, Wuhou Qimen will not be considered a loss!

……

In a certain village.

Inside a villa, an old man and an old woman were chatting.

The old woman was very excited, her voice trembling: "Yohei, we must get Hirumaru this time! It's about our Higanbana ninja's return to glory!"

The old man, Liu Qingping, was originally named Aoyama Yohei. He was once a Japanese soldier named Hirashi.

Now...

He led a large group of descendants of the Biheren who had infiltrated the area years ago, and made a living in the Northeast.

He doesn't want any "return to glory".

If it weren't for the fact that Bihe Ren could still provide him with some resources from Japan, he would have even considered abandoning this identity altogether and living a quiet life in Northeast China.

Liu Qingping took a drag of his cigarette: "Xiaodie, I'm not trying to be mean, but you know what the situation is like here in the Northeast. The 'All-Access' group is no joke, and with the shamanic sect blocking our way, what are we supposed to compete with them?"

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "Isn't it better to live an honest life? Give these little rascals a peaceful place. They can just hibernate in the winter, have a few drinks, but they insist on fighting over that knife. In the end, they lose their lives and everything else."

Shan Die stared at him without saying a word.

"Don't look at me like that." Liu Qingping felt uncomfortable being stared at.

"Did I say something wrong? What good would it do if I took that knife? What could you do with it? Even if you went back to Japan with the knife, they wouldn't recognize you. My great-grandson is old enough to run errands. Can't we just live a few years of peaceful life?"

Shan Die's voice was cold: "A peaceful life? Have you ever truly had a single day of peace?"

Liu Qingping looked very unwell.

Shan Die continued, "Your household registration says you're Han Chinese, and everyone in the village calls you Old Liu. You've been drinking with them for sixty years and visiting their homes for sixty years. But when you sleep at night, do you dare to sleep soundly?"

Liu Qingping stubbed out his cigarette.

Shan Die took a deep breath: "Anyway, I don't dare. The night my father passed away, he told me, 'Little Die, I will never see Bi He Ren return to his peak in this lifetime. You take a look for me.'"

Liu Qingping frowned and reminded him, "Your father has been gone for over twenty years."

"Twenty-two years. Do you know how I've spent these twenty-two years?" Shan Die looked at him, her voice calm, yet carrying an indescribable feeling.

"Every morning when I get up, I first check if any strangers have entered the village. Every morning when I go out, I first sniff the air to see if there are any well-connected people. Every night before I go to bed, I pack my things. My documents, money, and knife are all placed where I can easily reach them."

Shan Die took a deep breath: "Do you know how I felt when I heard about the birth of the demon sword today?"

Liu Qingping regained his composure: "I can't think of anything."

Shan Die clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white: "I'm so excited I want to cry. For sixty-two years, every day I open my eyes hoping that one day I can go back. Back to that place with the demon sword, the demons, and our rules."

Liu Qingping scoffed.

Shan Die looked directly at him: "Wait until the demon wields his demon sword again, wait until the Higoku Ninja stands up again."

Liu Qingping pulled out another cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a puff: "Xiaodie, you actually believe those rules?"

He pointed out the window, out into the night of Northeast China, where the wind was blowing at a temperature of minus twenty degrees Celsius.

"Look outside. That's a village, the Northeast, the place we've lived in for sixty-two years. Where are those things you mentioned—the demon sword, the demon man, the Bihe ninja?"

Shan Die was speechless.