Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Zhuge Zheng and the others looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

Cheng Mo smiled and said, "I just used the tricks he left on me to trick him back."

He turned to look at Zhuge Qing: "Xiao Qing is right, that guy is just obsessed. How could the real Zhuge Liang be killed by me like this?"

Cheng Mo looked down at Liu Wenzhou, who was slumped on the ground, and kicked his shoulder.

"Who are you now?"

Liu Wenzhou trembled, and his eyes remained unfocused for a while before slowly refocusing.

His lips trembled, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Liu... Liu Wenzhou."

Cheng Mo turned to Xu Si and shouted, "Fourth Brother, the man is in your hands now. Is Grandpa Xia's matter considered settled?"

Xu Si stood inside the formation, unable to move, only able to turn his neck: "Of course."

He really wanted to say that Zhong Kui and Wei Zhongxian were still missing, but given the current situation, those two guys didn't seem to matter anymore. One was crazy and only knew how to eat people's life force, while the other was acting strangely and causing a lot of trouble before disappearing on his own.

Xu Si even suspected that the two men were already dead, but their bodies had just not been found yet.

Cheng Mo waved his hand and led Xia He outside, saying, "Then we'll leave first."

Xu Si was stunned for a moment, then quickly shouted, "Master Cheng! Please dispel this formation first!"

Cheng Mo had already reached the entrance of the Taoist temple, and waved his hand with his back to them: "Array? Is there one?"

Xu Si opened his mouth: "Isn't this...?"

Before the words were finished, a soft sound came from the air, like the sound of a bubble bursting.

boo.

Xia Liuqing darted out from behind the barrier, stretched her shoulders (her bones cracked a series of times), and let out a long breath: "I was about to suffocate."

The others also discovered that they could move, and they all started moving their hands and feet.

Zhuge Zheng and the others looked at each other, their expressions quite varied—a mix of bewilderment, embarrassment, disbelief, and a hint of inexplicable shame.

"this……"

Zhuge Qing stood there, staring blankly as Cheng Mo's figure disappeared outside the Taoist temple gate.

This person is already way ahead of me.

He looked down at his hands, his palms still damp with sweat from the divination, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Zhuge Qing always believed that he was no less capable than the older generation. The clan elders would always praise him as a "genius beyond compare," and no one among his peers could surpass him. He was modest, but in his heart he also believed it to be true.

It turns out that he is far inferior to his peers.

Zhuge Qing took a deep breath and put his hands into his sleeves.

Upon returning to the village, I must remain true to my heart and diligently cultivate myself.

……

Along the highway.

Cheng Mo and Xia He randomly picked up a company car. Xia He got into the driver's seat, started the car, and turned around to drive out of the mountains.

The night was deep, and the car headlights illuminated the asphalt road ahead, while the shadows of the trees on both sides rushed past.

Xia He gripped the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road, but her mouth was still busy: "Little Taoist, didn't that guy throw fire at you? How did he end up burning himself?"

Cheng Mo leaned back in the passenger seat, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee: "Didn't I tell you before that Zhuge Liang used some tricks in my inner world?"

"Yes, I remember." Xia He nodded. "But how exactly did you do it?"

Cheng Mo shifted his position, turning to face her sideways: "Back before that, around the time of the demon sword incident, I actually started researching it. Others can influence me through their inner vision, and I can do the same to track them down."

Xia He's eyes lit up: "The interior scenes are shared."

Cheng Mo nodded: "That's right. No matter how sophisticated the methods are, as long as he operates within the inner realm, he will inevitably leave traces."

He stretched out his finger and pointed it in the air: "And this time, such a strong trace of that obsession remained in my inner vision. I didn't even need any special methods; I just went with it. When his Samadhi True Fire burned over, I simply burned it back."

Xia He suddenly slammed on the brakes.

The car slowed down, and she turned to look at Cheng Mo: "Wait a minute, you said that person just now used Samadhi True Fire?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "That's the name."

"Isn't that something from Journey to the West?" Xia He frowned. "That's what Red Boy spews?"

"It's not the same thing." Cheng Mo waved his hand. "It's just the same name. The Zhuge family's special method only burns the soul, not the physical body."

Xia He suddenly realized, and stepped on the gas again: "So, that obsession burned you out?"

That's about it.

Xia He smiled and patted Cheng Mo with one hand: "Hehe, little Taoist priest, you're amazing."

Cheng Mo put his hands behind his head and leaned back: "So-so, third in the world."

Xia He smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

……

Old fortifications.

Xu Si squatted down next to Liu Wenzhou, flipped his eyelids, and checked his pulse.

His pupils were dilated, but his pulse was steady. When Xu Si asked him questions, he answered intermittently. He couldn't remember many things, only that he was Liu Wenzhou and from the Northwest. Everything else was a complete mess.

Liu Jianwen, standing next to him, was in even worse condition. His eyes were vacant as he stared at the night sky, his mouth opening and closing, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth and flowing down his cheeks into the soil.

Xu Si waved his hand in front of his eyes, but there was no reaction.

Xu Si waved his hand in front of his eyes, but there was no reaction.

Xu Si stood up and dusted off his hands: "Liu Jianwen is finished. Liu Wenzhou can recover."

He had his men lift the father and son into the car, then turned to Zhuge Zheng and the others.

The people from Na Du Tong had already surrounded them, blocking all escape routes for Zhuge Zheng and his group from all four directions.

"Gentlemen, please come with me to explain the situation and make a statement."

Zhuge Zheng's expression was not good, but he didn't say anything. After all, he had indeed been fooled by that fake Zhuge Liang and almost ruined the company's affairs, so he was in the wrong first.

Zhuge Ping took the initiative to speak: "We will cooperate with the investigation, but we hope you can understand that we were also misled. Our starting point was for the sake of the Zhuge family's ancestors."

Xu Si nodded. With Zhuge Qing as a positive example, and the fact that Zhuge Zheng and his group had not caused serious losses—they had only trapped everyone for a dozen minutes, nothing more.

Xu Si had already made up his mind: he would teach them a lesson and then send them back. After all, the Zhuge family was a large family, and it wasn't worth ruining their relationship over such a small matter.

He nodded: "I understand, don't worry, it's just a formality."

Several employees from NaDuTong stepped forward and politely invited Zhuge Zheng and his group into the car.

Zhuge Qing stood by and watched all this, neither pleading for mercy nor taking advantage of the situation.

He knew that these elders in the clan were being manipulated because they were so eager to restore the glory of their ancestors.

After arranging everything, Xu Si walked up to Zhuge Qing and said, "We owe you a lot this time. If it weren't for the information you provided, we don't know how many detours we would have taken."

Zhuge Qing shook his head: "I'm doing this for myself. That person is impersonating my Zhuge family ancestor, so naturally I have to find out the truth."

Xu Si patted him on the shoulder and said nothing more.

After returning to Heng'an, Xu Si locked himself in his office and sorted out the whole story of the incident.

From the initiation of the Divine Armament project to Liu Wenzhou's possession, to Xia Liuqing's failed extraction, to the successive mishaps of Zhong Kui and Wei Zhongxian, and finally to the Battle of the Old Fortress—every detail was written into a report and submitted directly to Bi Youlong.

Less than ten minutes later, Bi Youlong called.

"This incident shows that our emergency response and preparedness measures are still lacking."

Xu Si put a cigarette in his mouth.

"But the idea of ​​divine weapons is sound." Bi Youlong paused for a moment. "Next, I will suggest that the board of directors continue the research on divine weapons. However, we need to be more rigorous in selecting test subjects, and we also need to give serious consideration to the alternative deities for divine weapons."

Xu Si lit a cigarette and took a puff: "Understood, Chairman Bi."

Bi Youlong praised him again over the phone: "You did a great job this time. The coordination between North China and Northwest China was excellent, and the follow-up was handled properly. Go back and get some rest for a few days."

"Thank you, Chairman Bi."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Si put his phone in his pocket, stood up, and patted the dirt off his backside.

A grayish-white hue appeared on the horizon.