Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Upon reaching the outer perimeter of the cave, before Cheng Mo could even activate his Qimen Dunjia formation, a large rat scurried out of the grass.

When it saw Gao Erzhuang, it squeaked twice, ran over, circled around Erzhuang twice, and rubbed its head against her calf.

"Big ears!" Gao Erzhuang grabbed the mouse's head and ruffled it twice. "Did you miss me?"

The big rat squeaked and rubbed against her palm.

More mice emerged from the grass, between the rocks, and under the tree roots. Dozens of them, big and small, surrounded Erzhuang's feet. Some squeaked, some scratched at her trouser legs with their claws, and some simply climbed onto her shoulders and squatted there.

Erzhuang greeted them one by one: "Short Legs! Flower! Gray! Fatty!..."

She calls out a name, and the mouse squeaks, like a roll call.

Cheng Mo sighed inwardly—aside from a few with particularly obvious features, he couldn't tell the mice apart at all. Er Zhuang, on the other hand, could name each one and even chat with them for a bit.

The mice led them into the valley.

In the valley, Cheng Huihui was standing on an open space, next to a large pile of packages, more than a dozen in total, some wrapped in cloth, some tied with rope, and a few wooden boxes.

As Cheng Mo approached, he smelled a medicinal fragrance—not a strong medicinal smell, but a light, refreshing scent mixed with the aroma of herbs and trees, which made him feel invigorated.

This is full of good stuff!

Cheng Huihui beckoned to him, "Don't you have that magical artifact for storing things? Put all of these in there. Hehe, let Cheng Shou see that we've accumulated quite a bit of wealth over the years."

Cheng Mo looked at the two packages, then turned to Cheng Huihui and asked, "Uncle-Master, aren't you going to leave some for here? Are you planning to stay at the temple permanently in the future?"

Cheng Huihui waved her paws: "How could that be? I'll only stay for a few months and then come back. This time, I need to ask the patriarch to convert my cave into a branch of the Liangyi Temple."

"Then you won't leave some here?"

Cheng Huihui pointed around the valley: "It's kept here, the mice all need it."

As he spoke, he flicked his tail and walked out: "Wait here for me, I have to go see some old friends and ask them to keep an eye on my cave, so those stupid snakes don't ruin the things in my cave."

Cheng Mo recalled the snake incident: "Uh...didn't you say you'd resolved it?"

Cheng Huihui waved her paw: "Of course nothing dares to come when I'm here, but we're not going on a long trip, so we have to be careful."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Alright, you go first."

Cheng Huihui strode forward, followed by several large rats, and soon disappeared into the forest.

Cheng Mo found a stone table and sat down, putting the pile of packages into his food pouch one by one.

Gao Erzhuang watched for a while, then got bored and tugged at Xia He's hand, saying, "Sister, let's play hide-and-seek!"

Xia He glanced at Cheng Mo—he was taking out paper and pen from his pocket and spreading them out on the stone table, looking like he was going to draw something.

"Okay, let's play." Xia He led Er Zhuang to the other side of the valley.

The mice rustled behind them and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Mo sat at the stone table, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and recalled the words Old Ma had said.

Actually, Ma Xianhong was quite enthusiastic at that time. He explained all the magical artifacts he had made to Cheng Mo, breaking them down in detail, including their principles, structure, and materials.

However, Cheng Mo didn't study it in depth afterward. In addition, after returning to Liangyi Temple and opening the inner realm, so much time had passed and he hadn't used it much, so he had long forgotten most of it.

Now we can only try our best to make up for it.

He remembered that Lao Ma had said that the Divine Core and the Devouring Sac actually had some things in common.

Cheng Mo took out a sac from his pocket, placed it on the table, stared at it for a long time, and then began to disassemble it.

Peel back the outer shell to reveal the inner structure—dense patterns are etched on the inner wall, layer upon layer, ring upon ring, like a maze.

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He looked at it for a long time, then closed it again, and the sac returned to its original state, allowing for easy filling and emptying.

After thinking for a long time, Cheng Mo had a general idea and began to draw.

First, I drew a sphere on the paper.

First, a sphere was drawn, covered with intricate patterns—the Zhou Tian Xing Qi Diagram, mimicking the pathways of the human body's meridians. The Ren meridian runs from bottom to top, the Du meridian from top to bottom, and the twelve primary meridians encircle the sphere, one after another, connected end to end.

He then drew an inner wall inside the sphere, on which were engraved a reversed diagram of the circulation of Qi, completely opposite to the direction of the outer layer's patterns. If the outer layer went upwards, the inner layer went downwards; if the outer layer went left, the inner layer went right.

Cheng Mo put down his pen and stared at the drawing for a while.

The outer layer of patterns guides the Qi outward, while the inner layer of patterns guides the Qi inward. With each contraction and release, the Qi is compressed inside the sphere, like pinching the opening of a balloon, preventing the Qi from escaping.

When it is time to release, the inner layer of patterns stops operating first, and the outer layer of patterns pushes the Qi out.

Theoretically, it makes sense.

He picked up his pen and continued drawing, clearly depicting the channels for the flow of Qi and the adjustment methods for different levels, layer by layer.

When he was halfway through his drawing, a noise came from the mouth of the valley.

Cheng Huihui is back.

Cheng Mo looked up and asked, "Is it ready, Martial Uncle?"

Cheng Huihui waved her paw: "Let's go."

Cheng Mo put away the blueprints and the food bag, and the three of them and the rat set off lightly, heading out of the valley.

Along the way, mice emerged from the grass, between the rocks, and on the branches, following behind in a dense, swarming squeak, their sounds blending together in a mournful chorus.

Cheng Mo glanced back and saw several mice wiping away tears, their little paws rubbing their faces before following him again.

"I'm not dead yet! What are you all crying about? It's not like I'm not coming back!" Cheng Huihui stood with his hands on his hips, his voice echoing through the valley. "Don't fall behind in your studies. I'll test you when I get back. If anyone falls behind, they'll get a beating!"

The mice squeaked, even louder than before.

Reaching the edge of the cave, Cheng Huihui stopped and waved its paw one last time: "Alright, go back now."

The mice stood upright, waving their little paws vigorously. Some stood on rocks, some lay on branches, and some huddled in the grass, all looking this way and waving their paws.

Cheng Huihui strode out, tucking its tail into its Taoist robe, walking quickly and steadily.

Cheng Mo and the others followed.

We drove down the mountain and got into the car.

Xia He sat in the front passenger seat, while Cheng Huihui and Er Zhuang sat in the back.

Cheng Huihui closed the car door and let out a long sigh: "These kids, they pulled this stunt on me."

Cheng Mo glanced in the rearview mirror—his uncle's beard was still trembling slightly.

She's quite sentimental.

He started the car and drove away from Changbai Mountain.

Not long after the car entered the highway, Gao Erzhuang rummaged through the trunk and pulled out a bunch of snacks, dumping them onto the seat.

She picked out a few packages, opened them, and handed one to Cheng Huihui: "Hehe, I had my parents buy these especially last night. Uncle-Master, try them, they're delicious!"

Cheng Huihui picked up a piece of chocolate, popped it into her mouth, and chewed it. "Hmm, it's alright. It's just a bit weird."

Gao Erzhuang also popped a piece into his mouth and mumbled, "There's nothing strange about it."

Cheng Huihui smiled and said, "Maybe my taste is different from yours, Uncle-Master."

Gao Erzhuang handed over another packet of dried squid: "Uncle-Master, please try this."

Xia He turned her head from the passenger seat and reached out her hand: "Give your older sister some too~"

Gao Erzhuang handed over two packets: "Sister, you feed these to your senior brother."

Xia He opened a package of beef jerky, tore it into small pieces, and stuffed them into Cheng Mo's mouth one by one.

Cheng Mo chewed as he drove.

The car drove steadily on the highway, filled with the smell of snacks and Erzhuang's chattering voice.