Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

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Cheng Mo snatched the book from Tu Junfang's hands, turned to the first page, and pointed to the most eye-catching line of text—

"The way of the Three Corpses lies in constant adherence. One should examine oneself daily and concentrate one's primordial spirit at night, never daring to stop even for a moment. If one becomes lazy, all previous efforts will be wasted."

Tu Junfang held the book, looked at the line of words, and sighed softly.

Only by constantly guarding one's own heart can one attain enlightenment.

He thought he could attain enlightenment by relying on external things, but he didn't expect to fall into a lower realm and become lazy these days.

Tu Junfang sat down cross-legged, not caring whether the ground was dirty or not, and spread the books on his lap, turning the pages one by one.

He had actually studied and practiced many of these things before, but now, looking at them again, he has gained new insights.

There were some passages he couldn't understand when he was young, but later thought he understood them. Now he realizes he didn't understand them at all.

Sunlight filtered through the branches and fell upon him. His breathing became more and more even, and his expression grew more and more serene, as if he were sitting in his own yard basking in the sun, or as if he were sitting in the library of the Three Demon Sect, flipping through those yellowed ancient books.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Cheng Mo stopped disturbing him, took two steps back, and stood leaning against a locust tree.

He himself had a sudden realization—this spiritual practice requires patience, adherence to one's own heart, and no slackening.

If you relax a little today, and a little tomorrow, by the time you realize it, you've already gone astray.

When I first started working on interior scenes, I was very restless. I wanted to calculate everything and try everything. If I hadn't calmed down later, I don't know how lost I would have become in the interior scenes.

Xia Liuqing stood to the side, looking at Tu Junfang sitting cross-legged on the ground, and stroked his beard with a smile: "Tu Junfang is about to attain enlightenment."

Cheng Mo turned to look at him: "Grandpa, would you like to specialize in our internal alchemy technique? I can teach you."

Xia Liuqing glared at him: "You brat, you're trying to insult your Master Xia again."

Xia He watched this scene with a mix of emotions.

Back in Fengtian, the young Taoist priest wanted to use Tu Junfang's methods to sense Qi.

Now, things are looking up. Thanks to the young Taoist priest, Tu Junfang's future is bright.

The workings of fate are truly inexplicable.

The sun gradually rose higher, climbing from the treetops to the sky. The sunlight shone directly down from above, casting short shadows on the ground.

Tu Junfang finally closed the book.

He stood up, carefully held the book in his arms, walked up to Cheng Mo, and bowed deeply.

Ninety degrees, the waist is bent very low, and the back is stretched into a straight line.

Cheng Mo accepted the greeting without ceremony, standing up.

After he straightened up, Cheng Mo returned the greeting: "To be honest, I actually benefited from this. I have already studied all the cultivation techniques of your Three Demon Sects, both the ones I should and shouldn't have seen."

Tu Junfang shook his head: "A cultivation technique is just a cultivation technique. Now I am the only one left in the Three Demon Sect. If Brother Cheng is willing to learn it and pass it on to others, it will be a way for the Three Demon Sect to continue."

Cheng Mo gave a thumbs up: "Old Tu is so generous."

Tu Junfang smiled, took out the knife-shaped magic weapon from his bag, carefully stuffed the book into his backpack, and zipped it up.

Tu Junfang held the knife with both hands and handed it to Cheng Mo, saying, "Brother Cheng, please keep this safe for me."

Cheng Mo took the knife, weighed it in her hand, and looked at him curiously: "You're so confident in severing the three corpses so quickly?"

Tu Junfang shook his head: "It is precisely because I am not entirely sure that I asked Brother Cheng to keep it for me."

Cheng Mo was confused: "What do you mean?"

Tu Junfang sighed, "This knife is just too good to use. Every time I use it, I experience an unprecedented sense of peace..."

He paused, there was actually one more thing he didn't say—Cheng Mo beat him up, and the profound peace that followed was more thorough and lasting than suppressing the three corpses with a knife.

However, that method was just too shameful. He was a man in his forties, and he was beaten on the ground. If word got out, where would he put his face?

He didn't mention it, but Cheng Mo hadn't forgotten.

Cheng Mo chuckled twice: "Are you planning to let me beat you up so you can experience a different kind of peace?"

Tu Junfang coughed twice: "Well, Brother Cheng, don't joke around. A cultivator like you should know that relying on external forces is always a inferior approach."

He shook his backpack: "Even the ancestors of the Three Demon Sect said that to sever the Three Corpses, one must ultimately rely on oneself; everything else is just an auxiliary means. Now I intend to walk my own path of cultivation again, without relying on these external forces, so that I can truly sever the Three Corpses."

Cheng Mo nodded, indicating that he understood.

He tucked the knife into his pocket and stored it in his food pouch: "Then I'll keep it for you for now. I'll return it to you once you've truly accomplished that step and intend to rebuild the Three Demon Sect's lineage."

Tu Junfang bowed again: "Brother Cheng has thought this through very thoroughly."

He thought to himself with emotion—if he could truly sever the three corpses and rebuild the Three Demon Sect's lineage, then the power of this sword would be no less than the methods for suppressing the three corpses recorded in the books.

Within a sect, there are always differences in aptitude. Some people are unable to sever their three corpses in their entire lives. If they allow the three corpses to develop, they will eventually destroy themselves.

With this precious sword, disciples only need to sever the three corpses when they can no longer suppress them, and they can save themselves.

This is a very important matter for a sect.

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Shouldn't we be going to eat soon?"

Xia Liuqing slapped her thigh: "Oh right! At this hour, there might not be any good seats left."

Tu Junfang glanced at the sky: "Speaking of which, I'm actually quite curious about this. Why did the three of you come to this gathering? None of you are from here, are you?"

Cheng Mo carefully considered his words: "I can't say anything else. In short, it's about assisting the company in completing a certain task."

Tu Junfang looked at Xia Liuqing.

Xia Liuqing looked annoyed and waved her hand, "Don't mention it."

Tu Junfang wisely refrained from asking further questions, simply saying, "Then I'll join you all."

Cheng Mo asked curiously, "What? When you went downstairs earlier, were you planning to just leave?"

Tu Junfang nodded: "I just happened to run into you, so I came to take a look. I didn't think it was very interesting at the time, so I was about to leave. Since the three of you are here, I'll just join in the fun."

Cheng Mo waved his hand dismissively: "Let's go."

The group left the woods and walked back along the dirt road.

I had just returned to Liulin Town and hadn't even reached the entrance of Hongyun Restaurant when I saw a crowd gathered in front of me.

There's a fight going on.

These days, it's perfectly normal for people to fight in town. It's not like they're using knives or guns; it's just two people wrestling, pushing and shoving each other while cursing, with a few scattered people watching the spectacle.

Xia Liuqing and Tu Junfang didn't even glance at it and walked straight past the crowd.

Cheng Mo glanced at it and slowed down.

Xia He asked in confusion, "What's wrong, little Taoist priest?"

She glanced over there—it was just two ordinary people fighting, and she wasn't interested in paying attention.

Cheng Mo raised his chin: "Look closely, that big-bearded man is actually an extraordinary person."

Xia He paused for a moment, then stared intently at the screen.

Xia Liuqing and Tu Junfang also stopped and looked in that direction.

Both of them were seasoned veterans; they hadn't paid attention before, but now that they had, they quickly noticed the clues.

Although the bearded man's aura was well concealed, every time the bespectacled man kicked his leg, a very thin layer of aura would flash across the outside of his thigh, like an invisible cushion, dissipating the force.

An ordinary person would have bruises on their legs from just a few blows.

The man was kicked seven or eight times; his pants were covered in shoe prints, but there wasn't even a red mark on his leg.

Xia He also noticed something amiss: "Hey, this guy is really good at holding back."

Xia He also noticed something amiss: "Hey, this guy is really good at holding back."

In just that short time, the bearded man had been punched twice—once in the shoulder and once in the arm. Given the difference between an ordinary person and a superhuman, this was truly unimaginable.

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