Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

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The next morning, the two little girls went to school with their schoolbags on their backs.

Duoduo is in the senior class of kindergarten, and Erzhuang is in the first grade. The primary school and kindergarten are in the same campus, separated by an iron gate. The gate is locked during class time and only opened when school is over.

When Duoduo's classmates saw her return, they all gathered around and chattered excitedly.

"Duoduo, where did you go?"

"Duoduo, did you bring us anything delicious?"

"Duoduo, who put the flower in your hair?"

Duoduo answered each question one by one, keeping herself very busy.

Erzhuang's side was even more lively. She was already a little star in the class, with good grades and good sports skills. Both boys and girls liked to play with her.

The morning classes passed quickly, and after lunch, the children lined up to take a nap.

Duoduo lay on her small bed, covered with a small blanket, with her eyes closed.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she heard rustling sounds outside the window.

She opened her eyes and glanced towards the window.

A weasel was perched on the windowsill.

The weasel wasn't big, about a size larger than a squirrel. Its fur was yellowish, its tail was bushy, and its two shiny black eyes were staring at her.

Duoduo blinked.

The weasel also blinked.

Duoduo whispered, "Who are you?"

The weasel didn't say anything, it just stared at her.

Duoduo asked again, "Who are you looking for?"

The weasel twitched its nose twice, then turned and jumped off the windowsill and ran away.

Duoduo felt a little strange, but didn't think much of it, turned over and continued to sleep.

After school in the afternoon, Duoduo and Erzhuang walked hand in hand toward the school gate.

When Duoduo walked to the iron fence, she saw a little girl squatting by the flower bed crying.

Duoduo went over and asked, "What's wrong?"

The little girl looked up, her eyes and nose red: "I...I lost my rabbit."

"rabbit?"

"My mom bought me a white rabbit, it's so cute." The little girl wiped away her tears. "I put it in my schoolbag, but it disappeared when I got home from school."

Duoduo thought for a moment: "When was the last time you saw it?"

The little girl sobbed, "It was still there when I took my nap. I even touched its fur before I went to sleep."

Erzhuang walked over and squatted down next to Duoduo: "Did someone take it?"

The little girl shook her head: "I don't know... I asked my teacher, and she said she didn't see it."

Duoduo suddenly remembered the weasel from noon.

"Erzhuang," she tugged at Erzhuang's sleeve, "I saw a weasel at noon."

Erzhuang's eyes lit up: "Where?"

"Right on the windowsill of our nap room."

The two girls exchanged a glance and stood up at the same time.

Duoduo said to the little girl, "Don't cry, we'll help you find it."

The little girl nodded, sobbing.

Duoduo and Erzhuang walked hand in hand toward the kindergarten's nap room, with the little girl following behind, having to jog to keep up.

The nap room is located on the east side of the kindergarten, outside of which is a small lawn with several holly trees planted along its edge.

Duoduo and Erzhuang squatted down and searched carefully on the grass.

The little girl stood to the side, unaware of what they were doing.

Duoduo parted the grass under the holly tree and found a hole, about the size of a fist. The soil around the edge of the hole was very fresh, as if it had just been dug.

"Erzhuang, over here!" Duoduo waved.

Erzhuang came closer, lay down on the ground and looked into the cave. It was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything.

Erzhuang took a small flashlight out of his schoolbag, turned it on, and shone it into the cave.

The hole wasn't deep, only about half a meter deep. The bottom of the hole was covered with a layer of dry grass, and on top of the grass was a white plush rabbit.

"Found it!" Erzhuang said happily.

Duoduo found a branch, reached into the hole, pulled the rabbit out, and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl took the rabbit, hugged it tightly, and tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy: "Thank you! Thank you!"

Duoduo waved her hand: "You're welcome."

After sending the little girl away, Duoduo and Erzhuang ran back and hid nearby.

After a while, the weasel ran back. Erzhuang jumped and blocked the entrance to the hole, scaring the weasel so much that it turned and ran away. Duoduo blocked its path from behind and grabbed the weasel with one hand.

The weasel was also sensible; it lay quietly in Duoduo's arms.

Duoduo stroked the weasel's fur and whispered to it, "Don't take other people's things next time."

The weasel's nose twitched twice.

Erzhuang walked over and gently patted the weasel's rear end: "If you take anything again, I'll beat you up."

The weasel trembled all over.

Duoduo reassured her, "Don't be afraid, Erzhuang didn't scare you~"

The weasel trembled even more violently.

Duoduo rubbed the weasel's head: "Got it."

The weasel nodded, trembling.

Erzhuang took the weasel and put it at the entrance of the hole: "Alright, as long as you behave, we won't beat you, otherwise I'll get Dali to catch you."

Duoduo chimed in, "All the mice are under Big Tanuki's control, so you have to be obedient~"

The weasel lay there motionless, not daring to move.

Duoduo and Erzhuang smiled at each other, then left hand in hand.

……

Zhuge Village.

Zhuge Qing has been locked up in the house for more than ten days.

The door was tightly shut, the windows were closed, and the curtains were drawn tightly, so no one could see what was happening inside.

Lin Fang would leave three meals a day at the door, knock three times, and then leave.

I'll come back to collect the bowls a little while later. Sometimes most of the rice in the bowls is eaten, and sometimes only a few bites are taken.

That noon, Lin Fang carried the food to the door, put down the bowl, and knocked three times.

"Aqing, dinner's ready."

There was no response.

Lin Fang stood there for a while, then said, "Aqing, Mom made you some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Still no response.

Lin Fang sighed, turned around and left.

As I walked to the entrance of the courtyard, I ran into Zhuge Gong.

Zhuge Gong sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand, his expression calm: "Just leave it there, he'll eat when he's hungry."

Lin Fang's voice trembled slightly, "He's been locked up inside for over ten days, he..."

"I know my own son well." Zhuge Gong put down his teacup, interrupting Lin Fang. "This incident will only make him stronger, don't worry."

Lin Fang bit her lip: "But..."

"No buts," Zhuge Gong said firmly. "Rest assured!"

Lin Fang opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing and turned to leave.

Zhuge Gong looked at the tightly closed door, his heart not at peace.

Aqing was a genius from a young age, unmatched by any of his peers. The elders in the clan praised him as a "gift from heaven." He was modest, but he always felt that he would surely achieve great things in the future.

He went out for a trip this time, and when he came back he went into seclusion without saying a word.

Zhuge Gong was very excited after hearing Zhuge Zheng recount what had happened.

Passing on the Samadhi True Fire is his lifelong wish.

He spent his entire life studying the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia, researching all the records about Samadhi True Fire, and scouring through the manuscripts of Zhuge family ancestors, trying to find the cultivation method of Samadhi True Fire, but unfortunately he failed.

The Samadhi True Fire has been extinguished for too long.

So long ago, even the Zhuge family members almost forgot that Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia technique once existed.

Upon hearing that the person involved in this incident had indeed used the Samadhi True Fire, Zhuge Gong was extremely shocked.

An obsession that came from nowhere made him believe that he was Zhuge Liang and could unleash the Samadhi True Fire, a technique that had been lost for many years. This shocked and ashamed him.

I am ashamed that the Zhuge family's thousand-year heritage is no match for a single unwavering belief.

The backlash from the Samadhi True Fire was an unprecedented catastrophe.

But seeing Zhuge Qing return, Zhuge Gong felt a glimmer of hope.

The Zhuge Qing of the past had a light in his eyes, but that light was proud and ostentatious.

The light in his eyes is still there, but something has increased, and something has decreased.

Zhuge Gong couldn't explain it.

All he knew was that the child had changed.

Knowing that Wuhou Qimen should reappear with its Samadhi True Fire.

Even if the hope is slim, we should still give it a try.

Then Zhuge Qing went into seclusion.

Zhuge Gong said to his son in his heart: Aqing, you can do it.

I'll come back to collect the bowls a little while later. Sometimes most of the rice in the bowls is eaten, and sometimes only a few bites are taken.

That noon, Lin Fang carried the food to the door, put down the bowl, and knocked three times.

"Aqing, dinner's ready."

There was no response.

Lin Fang stood there for a while, then said, "Aqing, Mom made you some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Still no response.

Lin Fang sighed, turned around and left.

As I walked to the entrance of the courtyard, I ran into Zhuge Gong.

Zhuge Gong sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand, his expression calm: "Just leave it there, he'll eat when he's hungry."

Lin Fang's voice trembled slightly, "He's been locked up inside for over ten days, he..."

"I know my own son well." Zhuge Gong put down his teacup, interrupting Lin Fang. "This incident will only make him stronger, don't worry."

Lin Fang bit her lip: "But..."

"No buts," Zhuge Gong said firmly. "Rest assured!"

Lin Fang opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing and turned to leave.

Zhuge Gong looked at the tightly closed door, his heart not at peace.

Aqing was a genius from a young age, unmatched by any of his peers. The elders in the clan praised him as a "gift from heaven." He was modest, but he always felt that he would surely achieve great things in the future.

He went out for a trip this time, and when he came back he went into seclusion without saying a word.

Zhuge Gong was very excited after hearing Zhuge Zheng recount what had happened.

Passing on the Samadhi True Fire is his lifelong wish.

He spent his entire life studying the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia, researching all the records about Samadhi True Fire, and scouring through the manuscripts of Zhuge family ancestors, trying to find the cultivation method of Samadhi True Fire, but unfortunately he failed.

The Samadhi True Fire has been extinguished for too long.

So long ago, even the Zhuge family members almost forgot that Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia technique once existed.

Upon hearing that the person involved in this incident had indeed used the Samadhi True Fire, Zhuge Gong was extremely shocked.

An obsession that came from nowhere made him believe that he was Zhuge Liang and could unleash the Samadhi True Fire, a technique that had been lost for many years. This shocked and ashamed him.

I am ashamed that the Zhuge family's thousand-year heritage is no match for a single unwavering belief.

The backlash from the Samadhi True Fire was an unprecedented catastrophe.

But seeing Zhuge Qing return, Zhuge Gong felt a glimmer of hope.

The Zhuge Qing of the past had a light in his eyes, but that light was proud and ostentatious.

The light in his eyes is still there, but something has increased, and something has decreased.

Zhuge Gong couldn't explain it.

All he knew was that the child had changed.

Knowing that Wuhou Qimen should reappear with its Samadhi True Fire.

Even if the hope is slim, we should still give it a try.

Then Zhuge Qing went into seclusion.

Zhuge Gong said to his son in his heart: Aqing, you can do it.

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The door was tightly shut, the windows were closed, and the curtains were drawn tightly, so no one could see what was happening inside.

Lin Fang would leave three meals a day at the door, knock three times, and then leave.

I'll come back to collect the bowls a little while later. Sometimes most of the rice in the bowls is eaten, and sometimes only a few bites are taken.

That noon, Lin Fang carried the food to the door, put down the bowl, and knocked three times.

"Aqing, dinner's ready."

There was no response.

Lin Fang stood there for a while, then said, "Aqing, Mom made you some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Still no response.

Lin Fang sighed, turned around and left.

As I walked to the entrance of the courtyard, I ran into Zhuge Gong.

Zhuge Gong sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand, his expression calm: "Just leave it there, he'll eat when he's hungry."

Lin Fang's voice trembled slightly, "He's been locked up inside for over ten days, he..."

"I know my own son well." Zhuge Gong put down his teacup, interrupting Lin Fang. "This incident will only make him stronger, don't worry."

Lin Fang bit her lip: "But..."

"No buts," Zhuge Gong said firmly. "Rest assured!"

Lin Fang opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing and turned to leave.

Zhuge Gong looked at the tightly closed door, his heart not at peace.

Aqing was a genius from a young age, unmatched by any of his peers. The elders in the clan praised him as a "gift from heaven." He was modest, but he always felt that he would surely achieve great things in the future.

He went out for a trip this time, and when he came back he went into seclusion without saying a word.

Zhuge Gong was very excited after hearing Zhuge Zheng recount what had happened.

Passing on the Samadhi True Fire is his lifelong wish.

He spent his entire life studying the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia, researching all the records about Samadhi True Fire, and scouring through the manuscripts of Zhuge family ancestors, trying to find the cultivation method of Samadhi True Fire, but unfortunately he failed.

The Samadhi True Fire has been extinguished for too long.

So long ago, even the Zhuge family members almost forgot that Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia technique once existed.

Upon hearing that the person involved in this incident had indeed used the Samadhi True Fire, Zhuge Gong was extremely shocked.

An obsession that came from nowhere made him believe that he was Zhuge Liang and could unleash the Samadhi True Fire, a technique that had been lost for many years. This shocked and ashamed him.

I am ashamed that the Zhuge family's thousand-year heritage is no match for a single unwavering belief.

The backlash from the Samadhi True Fire was an unprecedented catastrophe.

But seeing Zhuge Qing return, Zhuge Gong felt a glimmer of hope.

The Zhuge Qing of the past had a light in his eyes, but that light was proud and ostentatious.

The light in his eyes is still there, but something has increased, and something has decreased.

Zhuge Gong couldn't explain it.

All he knew was that the child had changed.

Knowing that Wuhou Qimen should reappear with its Samadhi True Fire.

Even if the hope is slim, we should still give it a try.

Then Zhuge Qing went into seclusion.

Zhuge Gong said to his son in his heart: Aqing, you can do it.

I'll come back to collect the bowls a little while later. Sometimes most of the rice in the bowls is eaten, and sometimes only a few bites are taken.

That noon, Lin Fang carried the food to the door, put down the bowl, and knocked three times.

"Aqing, dinner's ready."

There was no response.

Lin Fang stood there for a while, then said, "Aqing, Mom made you some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Still no response.

Lin Fang sighed, turned around and left.

As I walked to the entrance of the courtyard, I ran into Zhuge Gong.

Zhuge Gong sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand, his expression calm: "Just leave it there, he'll eat when he's hungry."

Lin Fang's voice trembled slightly, "He's been locked up inside for over ten days, he..."

"I know my own son well." Zhuge Gong put down his teacup, interrupting Lin Fang. "This incident will only make him stronger, don't worry."

Lin Fang bit her lip: "But..."

"No buts," Zhuge Gong said firmly. "Rest assured!"

Lin Fang opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing and turned to leave.

Zhuge Gong looked at the tightly closed door, his heart not at peace.

Aqing was a genius from a young age, unmatched by any of his peers. The elders in the clan praised him as a "gift from heaven." He was modest, but he always felt that he would surely achieve great things in the future.

He went out for a trip this time, and when he came back he went into seclusion without saying a word.

Zhuge Gong was very excited after hearing Zhuge Zheng recount what had happened.

Passing on the Samadhi True Fire is his lifelong wish.

He spent his entire life studying the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia, researching all the records about Samadhi True Fire, and scouring through the manuscripts of Zhuge family ancestors, trying to find the cultivation method of Samadhi True Fire, but unfortunately he failed.

The Samadhi True Fire has been extinguished for too long.

So long ago, even the Zhuge family members almost forgot that Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia technique once existed.

Upon hearing that the person involved in this incident had indeed used the Samadhi True Fire, Zhuge Gong was extremely shocked.

An obsession that came from nowhere made him believe that he was Zhuge Liang and could unleash the Samadhi True Fire, a technique that had been lost for many years. This shocked and ashamed him.

I am ashamed that the Zhuge family's thousand-year heritage is no match for a single unwavering belief.

The backlash from the Samadhi True Fire was an unprecedented catastrophe.

But seeing Zhuge Qing return, Zhuge Gong felt a glimmer of hope.

The Zhuge Qing of the past had a light in his eyes, but that light was proud and ostentatious.

The light in his eyes is still there, but something has increased, and something has decreased.

Zhuge Gong couldn't explain it.

All he knew was that the child had changed.

Knowing that Wuhou Qimen should reappear with its Samadhi True Fire.

Even if the hope is slim, we should still give it a try.

Then Zhuge Qing went into seclusion.

Zhuge Gong said to his son in his heart: Aqing, you can do it.

I'll come back to collect the bowls a little while later. Sometimes most of the rice in the bowls is eaten, and sometimes only a few bites are taken.

That noon, Lin Fang carried the food to the door, put down the bowl, and knocked three times.

"Aqing, dinner's ready."

There was no response.

Lin Fang stood there for a while, then said, "Aqing, Mom made you some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Still no response.

Lin Fang sighed, turned around and left.

As I walked to the entrance of the courtyard, I ran into Zhuge Gong.

Zhuge Gong sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand, his expression calm: "Just leave it there, he'll eat when he's hungry."

Lin Fang's voice trembled slightly, "He's been locked up inside for over ten days, he..."

"I know my own son well." Zhuge Gong put down his teacup, interrupting Lin Fang. "This incident will only make him stronger, don't worry."

Lin Fang bit her lip: "But..."

"No buts," Zhuge Gong said firmly. "Rest assured!"

Lin Fang opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing and turned to leave.

Zhuge Gong looked at the tightly closed door, his heart not at peace.

Aqing was a genius from a young age, unmatched by any of his peers. The elders in the clan praised him as a "gift from heaven." He was modest, but he always felt that he would surely achieve great things in the future.

He went out for a trip this time, and when he came back he went into seclusion without saying a word.

Zhuge Gong was very excited after hearing Zhuge Zheng recount what had happened.

Passing on the Samadhi True Fire is his lifelong wish.

He spent his entire life studying the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia, researching all the records about Samadhi True Fire, and scouring through the manuscripts of Zhuge family ancestors, trying to find the cultivation method of Samadhi True Fire, but unfortunately he failed.

The Samadhi True Fire has been extinguished for too long.

So long ago, even the Zhuge family members almost forgot that Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia technique once existed.

Upon hearing that the person involved in this incident had indeed used the Samadhi True Fire, Zhuge Gong was extremely shocked.

An obsession that came from nowhere made him believe that he was Zhuge Liang and could unleash the Samadhi True Fire, a technique that had been lost for many years. This shocked and ashamed him.

I am ashamed that the Zhuge family's thousand-year heritage is no match for a single unwavering belief.

The backlash from the Samadhi True Fire was an unprecedented catastrophe.

But seeing Zhuge Qing return, Zhuge Gong felt a glimmer of hope.

The Zhuge Qing of the past had a light in his eyes, but that light was proud and ostentatious.

The light in his eyes is still there, but something has increased, and something has decreased.

Zhuge Gong couldn't explain it.

All he knew was that the child had changed.

Knowing that Wuhou Qimen should reappear with its Samadhi True Fire.

Even if the hope is slim, we should still give it a try.

Then Zhuge Qing went into seclusion.

Zhuge Gong said to his son in his heart: Aqing, you can do it.

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I'll come back to collect the bowls a little while later. Sometimes most of the rice in the bowls is eaten, and sometimes only a few bites are taken.

That noon, Lin Fang carried the food to the door, put down the bowl, and knocked three times.

"Aqing, dinner's ready."

There was no response.

Lin Fang stood there for a while, then said, "Aqing, Mom made you some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Still no response.

Lin Fang sighed, turned around and left.

As I walked to the entrance of the courtyard, I ran into Zhuge Gong.

Zhuge Gong sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand, his expression calm: "Just leave it there, he'll eat when he's hungry."

Lin Fang's voice trembled slightly, "He's been locked up inside for over ten days, he..."

"I know my own son well." Zhuge Gong put down his teacup, interrupting Lin Fang. "This incident will only make him stronger, don't worry."

Lin Fang bit her lip: "But..."

"No buts," Zhuge Gong said firmly. "Rest assured!"

Lin Fang opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing and turned to leave.

Zhuge Gong looked at the tightly closed door, his heart not at peace.

Aqing was a genius from a young age, unmatched by any of his peers. The elders in the clan praised him as a "gift from heaven." He was modest, but he always felt that he would surely achieve great things in the future.

He went out for a trip this time, and when he came back he went into seclusion without saying a word.

Zhuge Gong was very excited after hearing Zhuge Zheng recount what had happened.

Passing on the Samadhi True Fire is his lifelong wish.

He spent his entire life studying the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia, researching all the records about Samadhi True Fire, and scouring through the manuscripts of Zhuge family ancestors, trying to find the cultivation method of Samadhi True Fire, but unfortunately he failed.

The Samadhi True Fire has been extinguished for too long.

So long ago, even the Zhuge family members almost forgot that Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia technique once existed.

Upon hearing that the person involved in this incident had indeed used the Samadhi True Fire, Zhuge Gong was extremely shocked.

An obsession that came from nowhere made him believe that he was Zhuge Liang and could unleash the Samadhi True Fire, a technique that had been lost for many years. This shocked and ashamed him.

I am ashamed that the Zhuge family's thousand-year heritage is no match for a single unwavering belief.

The backlash from the Samadhi True Fire was an unprecedented catastrophe.

But seeing Zhuge Qing return, Zhuge Gong felt a glimmer of hope.

The Zhuge Qing of the past had a light in his eyes, but that light was proud and ostentatious.

The light in his eyes is still there, but something has increased, and something has decreased.

Zhuge Gong couldn't explain it.

All he knew was that the child had changed.

Knowing that Wuhou Qimen should reappear with its Samadhi True Fire.

Even if the hope is slim, we should still give it a try.

Then Zhuge Qing went into seclusion.

Zhuge Gong said to his son in his heart: Aqing, you can do it.

I'll come back to collect the bowls a little while later. Sometimes most of the rice in the bowls is eaten, and sometimes only a few bites are taken.

That noon, Lin Fang carried the food to the door, put down the bowl, and knocked three times.

"Aqing, dinner's ready."

There was no response.

Lin Fang stood there for a while, then said, "Aqing, Mom made you some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Still no response.

Lin Fang sighed, turned around and left.

As I walked to the entrance of the courtyard, I ran into Zhuge Gong.

Zhuge Gong sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand, his expression calm: "Just leave it there, he'll eat when he's hungry."

Lin Fang's voice trembled slightly, "He's been locked up inside for over ten days, he..."

"I know my own son well." Zhuge Gong put down his teacup, interrupting Lin Fang. "This incident will only make him stronger, don't worry."

Lin Fang bit her lip: "But..."

"No buts," Zhuge Gong said firmly. "Rest assured!"

Lin Fang opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing and turned to leave.

Zhuge Gong looked at the tightly closed door, his heart not at peace.

Aqing was a genius from a young age, unmatched by any of his peers. The elders in the clan praised him as a "gift from heaven." He was modest, but he always felt that he would surely achieve great things in the future.

He went out for a trip this time, and when he came back he went into seclusion without saying a word.

Zhuge Gong was very excited after hearing Zhuge Zheng recount what had happened.

Passing on the Samadhi True Fire is his lifelong wish.

He spent his entire life studying the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia, researching all the records about Samadhi True Fire, and scouring through the manuscripts of Zhuge family ancestors, trying to find the cultivation method of Samadhi True Fire, but unfortunately he failed.

The Samadhi True Fire has been extinguished for too long.

So long ago, even the Zhuge family members almost forgot that Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia technique once existed.

Upon hearing that the person involved in this incident had indeed used the Samadhi True Fire, Zhuge Gong was extremely shocked.

An obsession that came from nowhere made him believe that he was Zhuge Liang and could unleash the Samadhi True Fire, a technique that had been lost for many years. This shocked and ashamed him.

I am ashamed that the Zhuge family's thousand-year heritage is no match for a single unwavering belief.

The backlash from the Samadhi True Fire was an unprecedented catastrophe.

But seeing Zhuge Qing return, Zhuge Gong felt a glimmer of hope.

The Zhuge Qing of the past had a light in his eyes, but that light was proud and ostentatious.

The light in his eyes is still there, but something has increased, and something has decreased.

Zhuge Gong couldn't explain it.

All he knew was that the child had changed.

Knowing that Wuhou Qimen should reappear with its Samadhi True Fire.

Even if the hope is slim, we should still give it a try.

Then Zhuge Qing went into seclusion.

Zhuge Gong said to his son in his heart: Aqing, you can do it.

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Lin Fang would leave three meals a day at the door, knock three times, and then leave.

I'll come back to collect the bowls a little while later. Sometimes most of the rice in the bowls is eaten, and sometimes only a few bites are taken.

That noon, Lin Fang carried the food to the door, put down the bowl, and knocked three times.

"Aqing, dinner's ready."

There was no response.

Lin Fang stood there for a while, then said, "Aqing, Mom made you some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Still no response.

Lin Fang sighed, turned around and left.

As I walked to the entrance of the courtyard, I ran into Zhuge Gong.

Zhuge Gong sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand, his expression calm: "Just leave it there, he'll eat when he's hungry."

Lin Fang's voice trembled slightly, "He's been locked up inside for over ten days, he..."

"I know my own son well." Zhuge Gong put down his teacup, interrupting Lin Fang. "This incident will only make him stronger, don't worry."

Lin Fang bit her lip: "But..."

"No buts," Zhuge Gong said firmly. "Rest assured!"

Lin Fang opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing and turned to leave.

Zhuge Gong looked at the tightly closed door, his heart not at peace.

Aqing was a genius from a young age, unmatched by any of his peers. The elders in the clan praised him as a "gift from heaven." He was modest, but he always felt that he would surely achieve great things in the future.

He went out for a trip this time, and when he came back he went into seclusion without saying a word.

Zhuge Gong was very excited after hearing Zhuge Zheng recount what had happened.

Passing on the Samadhi True Fire is his lifelong wish.

He spent his entire life studying the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia, researching all the records about Samadhi True Fire, and scouring through the manuscripts of Zhuge family ancestors, trying to find the cultivation method of Samadhi True Fire, but unfortunately he failed.

The Samadhi True Fire has been extinguished for too long.

So long ago, even the Zhuge family members almost forgot that Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia technique once existed.

Upon hearing that the person involved in this incident had indeed used the Samadhi True Fire, Zhuge Gong was extremely shocked.

An obsession that came from nowhere made him believe that he was Zhuge Liang and could unleash the Samadhi True Fire, a technique that had been lost for many years. This shocked and ashamed him.

I am ashamed that the Zhuge family's thousand-year heritage is no match for a single unwavering belief.

The backlash from the Samadhi True Fire was an unprecedented catastrophe.

But seeing Zhuge Qing return, Zhuge Gong felt a glimmer of hope.

The Zhuge Qing of the past had a light in his eyes, but that light was proud and ostentatious.

The light in his eyes is still there, but something has increased, and something has decreased.

Zhuge Gong couldn't explain it.

All he knew was that the child had changed.

Knowing that Wuhou Qimen should reappear with its Samadhi True Fire.

Even if the hope is slim, we should still give it a try.

Then Zhuge Qing went into seclusion.

Zhuge Gong said to his son in his heart: Aqing, you can do it.