Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

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Cheng Mo smiled and extinguished the flames.

Consciousness rises to the surface.

He opened his eyes.

Everyone in the living room was looking at him.

Cheng Mo shrugged: "That guy wants the Eight Extraordinary Techniques."

Cheng Shou frowned: "How did he know that the Divine Strategist was with us? Was the person who sent you exposed?"

Cheng Huihui shook her head: "That shouldn't be the case. When it comes to the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, a sorcerer shouldn't be able to get any information from you."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "It's not Divine Strategist, it's Feng Hou Qi Men."

Xia He looked at Cheng Mo in surprise: "Little Taoist, when did you learn Feng Hou Qi Men?"

Cheng Shou's eyes widened: "You little rascal, you've quietly acquired another set of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques?"

Cheng Mo shrugged: "It wasn't me who learned it, it was Chen Jinkui who thought I had."

Cheng Huihui flicked its tail: "That's not right. Even if it's one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, the Technique Sect wouldn't dare to mess with us."

Cheng Shou nodded: "I haven't been out of the mountains much these past few years, but I'm not someone that the Shuzi Sect dares to mess with."

Cheng Mo explained, "Chen Jinkui didn't come to provoke us directly. He used some methods to block the divination, so even the normal algorithm only gives a vague answer."

Cheng Shou frowned: "That's it? You dare to provoke me like this?"

It should be noted that, apart from Zhang Zhiwei, the president of the Taoist Association, there are only three vice presidents and eighteen assistants.

Of the three vice presidents, one is from the Quanzhen Sect, and the other is from the Shangqing Sect, which has many disciples.

The remaining sect, led by Cheng Shou, is small and sparsely populated; it's easy to see why they're not to be trifled with.

Cheng Mo nodded: "Of course, it's not just that."

He explained Chen Jinkui's plan.

Chen Jinkui's logic is very simple—

If Cheng Mo can't figure him out, it means Cheng Mo's skill level is average. In that case, there's no need for him to do anything more. Everyone can live in peace. If Cheng Shou finds out one day, he'll bring the entire Shuzi Sect to kowtow and apologize.

As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face; Cheng Shou could not possibly wipe out the Shu Zi Sect, could he?

If Cheng Mo can calculate it, it means he has truly mastered Feng Hou Qi Men. In that case, Chen Jinkui should come and kowtow to apologize and then try to learn Feng Hou Qi Men by any means necessary.

Upon hearing this, Xia He's expression shifted from surprise to disbelief: "Is this person really that shameless?"

Cheng Huihui was also shocked: "The Shuzi Sect is a major sect, and that guy is one of the Ten Elders, right?"

Cheng Shou glanced at him sideways: "Didn't you say you didn't know?"

Cheng Huihui said matter-of-factly, "You just mentioned the 'Shu' sect, so of course I remembered it."

"Stop arguing, you two," Cheng Mo interrupted their bickering. "Chen Jinkui is a despicable man who will stop at nothing. I have to go down the mountain."

Cheng Shou stopped him: "No need, I'll have Xiao Zhao remind you that when we send your uncle back in a while, I'll go with you to cause him trouble."

Cheng Huihui corrected, "It's my senior uncle!"

"Reminding them of that stuff is useless; it's better to deal with it once and for all." Cheng Mo waved his hand and pulled Xia He out.

Xia He: "Huh?"

"Stop! Let's go."

Xia He turned around and waved to the courtyard: "Master, Uncle-Master, goodbye Duoduo and Erzhuang~"

Duoduo stood at the courtyard gate, her lips pursed, but she still waved: "Goodbye, sister; goodbye, senior brother."

Erzhuang chuckled and waved his hands vigorously above his head: "Goodbye, senior brother! Goodbye, sister!"

The lynx jumped down from Duoduo's arms and strode over to Cheng Mo's feet.

Big Yellow also darted out of the yard and circled around the two of them twice.

Cheng Mo took a few steps, then remembered something. He bent down, grabbed Da Huang by its two front legs, and lifted it up. He turned back and shouted to Cheng Shou, "If you two aren't going down the mountain with Duo Duo and Er Zhuang, then let Da Huang come along."

Big Yellow was lifted into the air, grinning and sticking out its tongue, its tail swishing rapidly.

Cheng Shou waved his hand: "I'll definitely be with the two little girls."

Cheng Mo put down Da Huang and patted the dog's head: "Okay, I'm leaving now."

Big Yellow barked twice and wagged its tail even more enthusiastically.

The big fox seemed unhappy because it was being ignored. It leaped over the big yellow fox and landed at Cheng Mo's feet, looking up at him.

Cheng Mo lowered his head: "Didn't you dislike going down the mountain?"

The raccoon swished its tail and meowed.

Cheng Mo squatted down and looked into Da Li's eyes: "Then keep an eye on them. Don't let them be as unreliable as those two old men."

The raccoon's tail tip twitched: "Meow~"

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Alright, go back."

The big fox crouched by the roadside, its tail wrapped around its paws.

Xia He asked疑惑地问道, "Can you understand what the big fox is saying?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "I don't fully understand, but I can roughly describe the emotions."

Xia He grabbed his arm and shook it: "Teach me~~"

Cheng Mo was shaken so badly by her that he swayed from side to side: "You'll get used to it after spending more time together."

Xia He pouted: "How could we have time to get to know each other? I haven't even eaten yet and you dragged me down the mountain."

Cheng Mo paused in his steps.

"Come on, let's go to Uncle Li's house." He took Xia He's hand and his steps became lighter. "He has a lot of wild game at his house. I'll cook it for you."

Xia He immediately beamed and took his arm, saying, "Hehe, you're the best, little Taoist priest."

……

Inside the Liangyi Temple.

Cheng Huihui poked Cheng Shou's arm with the tip of her tail: "You're just going to let Xiao Mo and the others go down the mountain like that? That Chen Jinkui is one of the Ten Elders, he has a lot of men under his command."

Cheng Shou sat back in his chair, picked up the remote, and turned the TV volume up a notch: "Don't worry, I have a plan."

Cheng Huihui wanted to say something more, but Duoduo and Erzhuang exchanged a glance, quietly took two steps back, and slipped into the side room next to the main hall.

That room was specially arranged by Cheng Shou for the two young girls. There were two small desks against the wall, each with a computer on it.

The two little girls looked at each other and chuckled as the computer was turned on.

"Let's fight," Duoduo said.

"Come on, come on," Erzhuang said.

On the screen, a pixelated game interface lit up. The two little girls' fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, their faces tense, their eyes fixed on the screen, even more focused than when they were practicing martial arts.

"Duoduo, turn left!"

"I know, I know!"

"Oh dear, you're dead."

"You're the one who's dead! This is a strategic retreat!"

……

The character "术" (shu) is used in this context.

Chen Jinkui sat in a grand chair, with a newly delivered report in front of him.

The kidnappers have been caught, and the two girls are safe.

Cheng Mo and the girl named Xia He have already returned to the mountain.

Chen Jinkui placed the intelligence on the table, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and found it to be lukewarm, just right for his taste.

He wasn't flustered at all.

He had made thorough arrangements long before he even took action—

The kidnappers were hired from out of town; their identities and backgrounds were fake, and even they didn't know who their real employer was. The kidnapping involved three layers of subcontractors, each with its own methods to shield themselves from divination.

On the surface, no one can find any fault with him.

As for the underhanded methods...

Chen Jinkui put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

joke.

He's one of the Ten Elders, the leader of the Shuzi Sect, and he can't even handle a little underhanded trick? What a waste of his position as leader!

No matter how powerful that old man Cheng Shou is, without evidence, what can we do to him?

At worst, we can bring the entire "Shu" sect to apologize in person.

It's just a matter of kowtowing a few times.

Chen Jinkui tapped the armrest of the armchair, picked up his phone, and dialed the number that resembled a tiger.

Beep beep beep—Connection complete.

"Hey, Brother Jin Kui." The tiger-like voice now carried a hint of amusement. "What brings you to call me today? Didn't you say you weren't interested in that piece of Hetian jade last time?"

Chen Jinkui laughed heartily: "Whether it's jade or not is another matter. I heard you recently acquired a fine piece, a Southern Song Dynasty official kiln celadon brush washer?"

"Brother, you're really well-informed." The tiger's tone was smug. "It's a genuine piece of high quality, the glaze is perfect, and the crackle is beautiful. If you're interested, I'll have someone send it over for you to take a look."

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Cheng Huihui wanted to say something more, but Duoduo and Erzhuang exchanged a glance, quietly took two steps back, and slipped into the side room next to the main hall.

That room was specially arranged by Cheng Shou for the two young girls. There were two small desks against the wall, each with a computer on it.

The two little girls looked at each other and chuckled as the computer was turned on.

"Let's fight," Duoduo said.

"Come on, come on," Erzhuang said.

On the screen, a pixelated game interface lit up. The two little girls' fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, their faces tense, their eyes fixed on the screen, even more focused than when they were practicing martial arts.

"Duoduo, turn left!"

"I know, I know!"

"Oh dear, you're dead."

"You're the one who's dead! This is a strategic retreat!"

……

The character "术" (shu) is used in this context.

Chen Jinkui sat in a grand chair, with a newly delivered report in front of him.

The kidnappers have been caught, and the two girls are safe.

Cheng Mo and the girl named Xia He have already returned to the mountain.

Chen Jinkui placed the intelligence on the table, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and found it to be lukewarm, just right for his taste.

He wasn't flustered at all.

He had made thorough arrangements long before he even took action—

The kidnappers were hired from out of town; their identities and backgrounds were fake, and even they didn't know who their real employer was. The kidnapping involved three layers of subcontractors, each with its own methods to shield themselves from divination.

On the surface, no one can find any fault with him.

As for the underhanded methods...

Chen Jinkui put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

joke.

He's one of the Ten Elders, the leader of the Shuzi Sect, and he can't even handle a little underhanded trick? What a waste of his position as leader!

No matter how powerful that old man Cheng Shou is, without evidence, what can we do to him?

At worst, we can bring the entire "Shu" sect to apologize in person.

It's just a matter of kowtowing a few times.

Chen Jinkui tapped the armrest of the armchair, picked up his phone, and dialed the number that resembled a tiger.

Beep beep beep—Connection complete.

"Hey, Brother Jin Kui." The tiger-like voice now carried a hint of amusement. "What brings you to call me today? Didn't you say you weren't interested in that piece of Hetian jade last time?"

Chen Jinkui laughed heartily: "Whether it's jade or not is another matter. I heard you recently acquired a fine piece, a Southern Song Dynasty official kiln celadon brush washer?"

"Brother, you're really well-informed." The tiger's tone was smug. "It's a genuine piece of high quality, the glaze is perfect, and the crackle is beautiful. If you're interested, I'll have someone send it over for you to take a look."

Cheng Huihui wanted to say something more, but Duoduo and Erzhuang exchanged a glance, quietly took two steps back, and slipped into the side room next to the main hall.

That room was specially arranged by Cheng Shou for the two young girls. There were two small desks against the wall, each with a computer on it.

The two little girls looked at each other and chuckled as the computer was turned on.

"Let's fight," Duoduo said.

"Come on, come on," Erzhuang said.

On the screen, a pixelated game interface lit up. The two little girls' fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, their faces tense, their eyes fixed on the screen, even more focused than when they were practicing martial arts.

"Duoduo, turn left!"

"I know, I know!"

"Oh dear, you're dead."

"You're the one who's dead! This is a strategic retreat!"

……

The character "术" (shu) is used in this context.

Chen Jinkui sat in a grand chair, with a newly delivered report in front of him.

The kidnappers have been caught, and the two girls are safe.

Cheng Mo and the girl named Xia He have already returned to the mountain.

Chen Jinkui placed the intelligence on the table, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and found it to be lukewarm, just right for his taste.

He wasn't flustered at all.

He had made thorough arrangements long before he even took action—

The kidnappers were hired from out of town; their identities and backgrounds were fake, and even they didn't know who their real employer was. The kidnapping involved three layers of subcontractors, each with its own methods to shield themselves from divination.

On the surface, no one can find any fault with him.

As for the underhanded methods...

Chen Jinkui put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

joke.

He's one of the Ten Elders, the leader of the Shuzi Sect, and he can't even handle a little underhanded trick? What a waste of his position as leader!

No matter how powerful that old man Cheng Shou is, without evidence, what can we do to him?

At worst, we can bring the entire "Shu" sect to apologize in person.

It's just a matter of kowtowing a few times.

Chen Jinkui tapped the armrest of the armchair, picked up his phone, and dialed the number that resembled a tiger.

Beep beep beep—Connection complete.

"Hey, Brother Jin Kui." The tiger-like voice now carried a hint of amusement. "What brings you to call me today? Didn't you say you weren't interested in that piece of Hetian jade last time?"

Chen Jinkui laughed heartily: "Whether it's jade or not is another matter. I heard you recently acquired a fine piece, a Southern Song Dynasty official kiln celadon brush washer?"

"Brother, you're really well-informed." The tiger's tone was smug. "It's a genuine piece of high quality, the glaze is perfect, and the crackle is beautiful. If you're interested, I'll have someone send it over for you to take a look."

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Cheng Huihui wanted to say something more, but Duoduo and Erzhuang exchanged a glance, quietly took two steps back, and slipped into the side room next to the main hall.

That room was specially arranged by Cheng Shou for the two young girls. There were two small desks against the wall, each with a computer on it.

The two little girls looked at each other and chuckled as the computer was turned on.

"Let's fight," Duoduo said.

"Come on, come on," Erzhuang said.

On the screen, a pixelated game interface lit up. The two little girls' fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, their faces tense, their eyes fixed on the screen, even more focused than when they were practicing martial arts.

"Duoduo, turn left!"

"I know, I know!"

"Oh dear, you're dead."

"You're the one who's dead! This is a strategic retreat!"

……

The character "术" (shu) is used in this context.

Chen Jinkui sat in a grand chair, with a newly delivered report in front of him.

The kidnappers have been caught, and the two girls are safe.

Cheng Mo and the girl named Xia He have already returned to the mountain.

Chen Jinkui placed the intelligence on the table, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and found it to be lukewarm, just right for his taste.

He wasn't flustered at all.

He had made thorough arrangements long before he even took action—

The kidnappers were hired from out of town; their identities and backgrounds were fake, and even they didn't know who their real employer was. The kidnapping involved three layers of subcontractors, each with its own methods to shield themselves from divination.

On the surface, no one can find any fault with him.

As for the underhanded methods...

Chen Jinkui put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

joke.

He's one of the Ten Elders, the leader of the Shuzi Sect, and he can't even handle a little underhanded trick? What a waste of his position as leader!

No matter how powerful that old man Cheng Shou is, without evidence, what can we do to him?

At worst, we can bring the entire "Shu" sect to apologize in person.

It's just a matter of kowtowing a few times.

Chen Jinkui tapped the armrest of the armchair, picked up his phone, and dialed the number that resembled a tiger.

Beep beep beep—Connection complete.

"Hey, Brother Jin Kui." The tiger-like voice now carried a hint of amusement. "What brings you to call me today? Didn't you say you weren't interested in that piece of Hetian jade last time?"

Chen Jinkui laughed heartily: "Whether it's jade or not is another matter. I heard you recently acquired a fine piece, a Southern Song Dynasty official kiln celadon brush washer?"

"Brother, you're really well-informed." The tiger's tone was smug. "It's a genuine piece of high quality, the glaze is perfect, and the crackle is beautiful. If you're interested, I'll have someone send it over for you to take a look."

Cheng Huihui wanted to say something more, but Duoduo and Erzhuang exchanged a glance, quietly took two steps back, and slipped into the side room next to the main hall.

That room was specially arranged by Cheng Shou for the two young girls. There were two small desks against the wall, each with a computer on it.

The two little girls looked at each other and chuckled as the computer was turned on.

"Let's fight," Duoduo said.

"Come on, come on," Erzhuang said.

On the screen, a pixelated game interface lit up. The two little girls' fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, their faces tense, their eyes fixed on the screen, even more focused than when they were practicing martial arts.

"Duoduo, turn left!"

"I know, I know!"

"Oh dear, you're dead."

"You're the one who's dead! This is a strategic retreat!"

……

The character "术" (shu) is used in this context.

Chen Jinkui sat in a grand chair, with a newly delivered report in front of him.

The kidnappers have been caught, and the two girls are safe.

Cheng Mo and the girl named Xia He have already returned to the mountain.

Chen Jinkui placed the intelligence on the table, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and found it to be lukewarm, just right for his taste.

He wasn't flustered at all.

He had made thorough arrangements long before he even took action—

The kidnappers were hired from out of town; their identities and backgrounds were fake, and even they didn't know who their real employer was. The kidnapping involved three layers of subcontractors, each with its own methods to shield themselves from divination.

On the surface, no one can find any fault with him.

As for the underhanded methods...

Chen Jinkui put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

joke.

He's one of the Ten Elders, the leader of the Shuzi Sect, and he can't even handle a little underhanded trick? What a waste of his position as leader!

No matter how powerful that old man Cheng Shou is, without evidence, what can we do to him?

At worst, we can bring the entire "Shu" sect to apologize in person.

It's just a matter of kowtowing a few times.

Chen Jinkui tapped the armrest of the armchair, picked up his phone, and dialed the number that resembled a tiger.

Beep beep beep—Connection complete.

"Hey, Brother Jin Kui." The tiger-like voice now carried a hint of amusement. "What brings you to call me today? Didn't you say you weren't interested in that piece of Hetian jade last time?"

Chen Jinkui laughed heartily: "Whether it's jade or not is another matter. I heard you recently acquired a fine piece, a Southern Song Dynasty official kiln celadon brush washer?"

"Brother, you're really well-informed." The tiger's tone was smug. "It's a genuine piece of high quality, the glaze is perfect, and the crackle is beautiful. If you're interested, I'll have someone send it over for you to take a look."

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Cheng Shou sat back in his chair, picked up the remote, and turned the TV volume up a notch: "Don't worry, I have a plan."

Cheng Huihui wanted to say something more, but Duoduo and Erzhuang exchanged a glance, quietly took two steps back, and slipped into the side room next to the main hall.

That room was specially arranged by Cheng Shou for the two young girls. There were two small desks against the wall, each with a computer on it.

The two little girls looked at each other and chuckled as the computer was turned on.

"Let's fight," Duoduo said.

"Come on, come on," Erzhuang said.

On the screen, a pixelated game interface lit up. The two little girls' fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, their faces tense, their eyes fixed on the screen, even more focused than when they were practicing martial arts.

"Duoduo, turn left!"

"I know, I know!"

"Oh dear, you're dead."

"You're the one who's dead! This is a strategic retreat!"

……

The character "术" (shu) is used in this context.

Chen Jinkui sat in a grand chair, with a newly delivered report in front of him.

The kidnappers have been caught, and the two girls are safe.

Cheng Mo and the girl named Xia He have already returned to the mountain.

Chen Jinkui placed the intelligence on the table, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and found it to be lukewarm, just right for his taste.

He wasn't flustered at all.

He had made thorough arrangements long before he even took action—

The kidnappers were hired from out of town; their identities and backgrounds were fake, and even they didn't know who their real employer was. The kidnapping involved three layers of subcontractors, each with its own methods to shield themselves from divination.

On the surface, no one can find any fault with him.

As for the underhanded methods...

Chen Jinkui put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

joke.

He's one of the Ten Elders, the leader of the Shuzi Sect, and he can't even handle a little underhanded trick? What a waste of his position as leader!

No matter how powerful that old man Cheng Shou is, without evidence, what can we do to him?

At worst, we can bring the entire "Shu" sect to apologize in person.

It's just a matter of kowtowing a few times.

Chen Jinkui tapped the armrest of the armchair, picked up his phone, and dialed the number that resembled a tiger.

Beep beep beep—Connection complete.

"Hey, Brother Jin Kui." The tiger-like voice now carried a hint of amusement. "What brings you to call me today? Didn't you say you weren't interested in that piece of Hetian jade last time?"

Chen Jinkui laughed heartily: "Whether it's jade or not is another matter. I heard you recently acquired a fine piece, a Southern Song Dynasty official kiln celadon brush washer?"

"Brother, you're really well-informed." The tiger's tone was smug. "It's a genuine piece of high quality, the glaze is perfect, and the crackle is beautiful. If you're interested, I'll have someone send it over for you to take a look."

Cheng Huihui wanted to say something more, but Duoduo and Erzhuang exchanged a glance, quietly took two steps back, and slipped into the side room next to the main hall.

That room was specially arranged by Cheng Shou for the two young girls. There were two small desks against the wall, each with a computer on it.

The two little girls looked at each other and chuckled as the computer was turned on.

"Let's fight," Duoduo said.

"Come on, come on," Erzhuang said.

On the screen, a pixelated game interface lit up. The two little girls' fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, their faces tense, their eyes fixed on the screen, even more focused than when they were practicing martial arts.

"Duoduo, turn left!"

"I know, I know!"

"Oh dear, you're dead."

"You're the one who's dead! This is a strategic retreat!"

……

The character "术" (shu) is used in this context.

Chen Jinkui sat in a grand chair, with a newly delivered report in front of him.

The kidnappers have been caught, and the two girls are safe.

Cheng Mo and the girl named Xia He have already returned to the mountain.

Chen Jinkui placed the intelligence on the table, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and found it to be lukewarm, just right for his taste.

He wasn't flustered at all.

He had made thorough arrangements long before he even took action—

The kidnappers were hired from out of town; their identities and backgrounds were fake, and even they didn't know who their real employer was. The kidnapping involved three layers of subcontractors, each with its own methods to shield themselves from divination.

On the surface, no one can find any fault with him.

As for the underhanded methods...

Chen Jinkui put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

joke.

He's one of the Ten Elders, the leader of the Shuzi Sect, and he can't even handle a little underhanded trick? What a waste of his position as leader!

No matter how powerful that old man Cheng Shou is, without evidence, what can we do to him?

At worst, we can bring the entire "Shu" sect to apologize in person.

It's just a matter of kowtowing a few times.

Chen Jinkui tapped the armrest of the armchair, picked up his phone, and dialed the number that resembled a tiger.

Beep beep beep—Connection complete.

"Hey, Brother Jin Kui." The tiger-like voice now carried a hint of amusement. "What brings you to call me today? Didn't you say you weren't interested in that piece of Hetian jade last time?"

Chen Jinkui laughed heartily: "Whether it's jade or not is another matter. I heard you recently acquired a fine piece, a Southern Song Dynasty official kiln celadon brush washer?"

"Brother, you're really well-informed." The tiger's tone was smug. "It's a genuine piece of high quality, the glaze is perfect, and the crackle is beautiful. If you're interested, I'll have someone send it over for you to take a look."