Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

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Xia Liuqing was furious and slapped Wang Zhenqiu on the back of the head: "It's all because of you, you bastard!"

Wang Zhenqiu jumped forward to dodge, crying out that he was innocent: "That was the company leadership's decision! Who would have thought they were so insidious, actually taking advantage of someone as pure and kind as me!"

Xia He glanced at him sideways: "Goldilocks, have some shame."

Wang Zhenqiu has gone off into his own thoughts again.

Cheng Mo looked at him with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong with this jerk? Why does he keep disconnecting?"

Xu Si turned around: "He also tried the divine weapon, and he's still in the aftereffects stage."

Cheng Mo asked curiously, "Which one did he use?"

Xia Liuqing: "Nezha."

Cheng Mo nudged Wang Zhenqiu: "You rascal, are you going to grow three heads and six arms now?"

Wang Zhenqiu sighed, looking very melancholy: "That's good then. Now I just keep thinking about cutting off my flesh to return to my mother and scraping my bones back to my father."

Cheng Mo was shocked: "This thing is really weird."

He shouted at Xu Si, "Can't you guys study something normal?"

Xu Si shrugged: "Nobody knew it would turn out like this."

He stopped, his expression slightly serious: "This is it."

Push open the door.

Inside, a bunch of instruments were beeping. There was also a bed and a table, and a person was sitting cross-legged on the bed—exactly the same as in the surveillance footage we'd seen before, eyes closed, breathing steadily.

Xia He nudged Cheng Mo's shoulder and whispered, "Have we entered the inner realm?"

Cheng Mo didn't answer, but patted Xia Liuqing on the shoulder: "Grandpa, let us see what you've got."

Xia Liuqing didn't stand on ceremony and stepped forward.

When they were three steps away, the person on the bed opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

Xia Liuqing cupped his hands in a respectful manner: "Lord Wu, greetings."

The man smiled slightly and said in a gentle voice, "The old gentleman has come again."

Cheng Mo looked puzzled—why did he accept the title of Marquis Wu? Wasn't that a title bestowed upon him by Liu Shan after his death? During his lifetime, he was Marquis of Wuxiang; who would bother to omit the middle part and call him Marquis of Wuxiang?

He interjected, "Does the Marquis of Wu really think he's Zhuge Liang now?"

The man looked at Cheng Mo, his eyes lit up, and he sized him up: "This young man has a remarkable spirit. It's rare to find someone so young who has managed to conceal his inner brilliance."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "You've misunderstood. I'm not an extraordinary person, so I can't sense Qi."

The others looked at him with some surprise—was this guy blatantly lying?

The man laughed: "The expressions on everyone else's faces tell me that you're quite the joker."

Cheng Mo cupped his hands in greeting: "Wu Hou is indeed wise; he has learned to speak like us modern people in just a few days."

intelligent?

The word flashed through everyone's minds—could it be used to describe the person in front of them?

Xia He put her hand to her forehead—the little Taoist priest had fallen ill again.

Xia Liuqing quickly chimed in, afraid that Cheng Mo would say something even more shocking: "Lord Wu, the other day we discussed how to help you leave this body, and I'm starting to have some ideas now."

The man sat up slightly straighter: "Oh, what's the method? The person I'm currently possessing is in a very unstable state. If I can break free as soon as possible, it will set me free and allow him to return to normal."

Cheng Mo felt awkward listening to the two talking.

Although Xu Si and the others said that this person was Zhuge Liang and could use the Samadhi Fire, Cheng Mo looked at him from all angles and still felt that he wasn't.

He is more like an alternate personality born from the experiment of divine armament.

Following this line of thought, Xia Liuqing's next step is to eliminate this personality and allow the dominant personality to regain control.

But now it's like this...

In short, it's difficult to evaluate.

The man—let's still call him Zhuge Wuhou for now—was speaking there.

"Sigh, Liu Wenzhou has suffered a lot this time. If I could leave, he would have a bright future ahead of him, and he might even learn some lessons from this experience, allowing him to go further on the path of the superhuman."

He looked directly at Xia Liuqing: "So, if you have a way, please try your best, and I will definitely cooperate."

Xia Liuqing nodded: "Before that, we need to seal Wuhou's Qi circulation. I wonder if Wuhou minds?"

Zhuge Liang shook his head and looked at Xu Si: "Come on, Xiao Si, I beat you up last time, this is a good opportunity to get revenge."

Cheng Mo and Xia He exchanged a glance. This seemed different from Xia He's previous guess. Why were they cooperating so well...?

Xu Si stepped forward with a smile: "Lord Wu, what are you saying? It's my honor to be beaten up by you."

That's what he said, but Xu Si didn't hold back at all when he did it.

With a few needles inserted, the acupoints were precisely pierced.

Zhuge Liang was visibly much more haggard, his back was slightly hunched, and the radiance on his face had dimmed.

Xu Si stepped aside: "Master Xia, please."

Xia Liuqing nodded and stepped forward.

His idea was actually quite simple—after the Qi-blocking needle blocked the flow of Qi, the divine essence lost its nourishment, and the power of faith became like a rootless duckweed. As long as another divine essence was constructed and the power of faith was guided out, the divine essence attached to this person would also leave.

Xia Liuqing has performed countless operas in his life. Although he has only played two main divine roles, it is not difficult for him to temporarily construct a first-stage version of Zhuge Liang's divine status.

Wisps of smoke, like silk threads, seeped from the person's skin and drifted toward Xia Liuqing.

Xia Liuqing opened her eyes and began to sing—

"Xu Si, remove that Zhuge Liang's armor!"

The Peking Opera singing style is characterized by clear pronunciation and a long, bright ending note.

Xu Si quickly stepped forward and deftly disassembled the weapon.

The breastplate was removed, the shoulder armor was removed, and then the arm armor, wrist guards, skirt armor, and leg armor were removed one by one.

With each piece of clothing removed, the man's body slumped a little more, yet his face remained beaming with smiles.

"Interesting, very interesting." He looked at Xia Liuqing, his voice growing softer and softer. "This is some kind of witchcraft, isn't it? You've actually managed to cultivate my divine essence through this. It seems that it can truly resolve the current situation."

He turned to Xu Si: "Xiao Si, give me paper and pen."

Xu Si seemed to have been prepared, taking out a calligraphy brush, Xuan paper, and ink from the cabinet next to him and placing them one by one by the bedside.

The man dipped his brush in ink, his wrist suspended in the air.

The pen tip falls, flowing smoothly like clouds and water.

Two birth dates and times, a string of scribbles, all completed in one go.

He put down his pen, looked up, and said, "All we need are two sorcerers. Following my plan, we can find them. Old sir, I'll lend you a hand."

Before he finished speaking, a ghostly spirit emerged from his body.

The ghost was translucent, its face indistinct, only a human-shaped outline visible. It floated in mid-air and crashed straight into Xia Liuqing.

Xia Liuqing's body trembled as the ghostly spirit entered.

He immediately switched to his divine form, wiping his face with his hand—

A divine mask appeared on his face, revealing a man with a bushy beard, tiger-like eyes, an iron face, a black beard, a golden helmet, and iron armor—Yuchi Jingde.

Door God General.

Xia Liuqing raised her left hand and conjured a black whip out of thin air. The whip was three feet and six inches long, completely black, and faintly crackled with lightning.

He made a hand seal with his right hand, pointed his black whip to the sky, and spoke in a voice as loud as a bell:

"Heaven and earth possess a righteous energy, which manifests in various forms. Below, it becomes rivers and mountains; above, it becomes the sun and stars. In man, it is called the vast and righteous spirit, which fills the boundless sky!"

The whip tip pointed towards the roof, and a beam of black light shot into the sky.

"I am Yuchi Jingde, the guardian deity of the Tang Dynasty! I am here by divine mandate to rid the world of evil and restore order! How dare you demons and monsters possess me and wreak havoc! Disperse!"

At the point of his whip, a beam of light shot up from the top of his head and exploded in mid-air.

The entire room went dark for a moment, as if all the light had been swallowed up by that black light, as if someone had collected the light of day into a bottle.

In that instant, everyone saw something—no, not saw, but felt.

Those things have no shape, no color, no sound, but they are there.

Like the night wind of deep winter squeezing in through the crack in the door, you can't touch it, but you can clearly feel it, like the white breath you exhale and the goosebumps on your skin.

Before long, those things melted away little by little, like ice melting in warm water, like ink spreading in clear water.

In the end, nothing was left behind.

The room lights came back on, but the instruments were still beeping.

Liu Wenzhou collapsed onto the bed, his face pale and his breathing weak.