Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

in the room.

Zhuge Qing sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed.

For the past ten days or so, he has been thinking about a question.

Where does the pride of the Zhuge family, and the pride of Zhuge Qing, come from?

Does it originate from Zhuge Liang?

right.

But not entirely.

The Zhuge family's thousand-year legacy is not only due to Zhuge Kongming, but also to the many other figures who have emerged from the Zhuge family over the years.

Every ancestor and every predecessor has left their mark on the path of Wuhou Qimen.

And what about Zhuge Qing's pride?

family?

Talent?

Maybe both.

Prior to this incident, Zhuge Qing actually held his ancestors in unparalleled reverence.

Those were people who truly lived, people who truly changed history, and people who single-handedly upheld a regime.

He was the embodiment of wisdom, devoted himself to the cause until his death, and was a perfect person who seemed unreal.

Even after this incident, he continued to worship (his ancestors), and even went to a higher level.

Even a single, inexplicable obsession—that he was Zhuge Liang—made him so powerful that he could manipulate everyone around him.

What kind of demeanor must our true ancestors have possessed?

but……

Zhuge Qing opened his eyes and looked at his palm.

Those are the glories of our ancestors, what do they have to do with me?

The reason why the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia is so powerful is because of Zhuge Liang and the heroes of later eras.

The important thing is the people, not the means.

For many years, Zhuge Qing placed too much importance on the methods of Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia.

He thought that by learning the Wuhou Qimen, he could be as shrewd as his ancestors.

He thought that by mastering those techniques, he could establish himself in the world of supernatural beings.

He believed that as long as he was smart enough and worked hard enough, he would be worthy of the surname "Zhuge".

But this incident made him realize something.

Methods are just methods.

The person who matters is always the one.

Without the magnanimity and breadth of vision of our ancestors, without their perseverance and tenacity, without their insight into the general trend of the world and their grasp of human nature—

Wuhou Qimen is just a bunch of techniques.

A bunch of techniques that anyone can learn.

And what about Cheng Mo?

Zhuge Qing didn't know how Cheng Mo did it, but he knew one thing—Cheng Mo never thought he was that great; he was just doing what he could do.

These are the truly terrifying people.

Because they don't limit themselves.

What about Zhuge Qing?

It's just repeating the path of those who came before.

How can one truly take control of oneself and achieve inner peace in this way?

Zhuge Qing took a deep breath, his consciousness sinking.

The Qi rises from the Dantian and flows slowly.

This time, he did not activate those spells, but quietly felt the flow of Qi.

From the dantian to the meridians, from the meridians to the acupoints, and from the acupoints to the whole body.

The Qi begins to develop from the upper Dantian (Niwan point), taking away the heart's sovereign fire.

It flows through the middle dantian, carrying away the kidney's vital fire.

The Qi gathered in the lower dantian, where the bladder fire was concentrated.

The three fires converge at the top, middle, and bottom, mobilizing essence, energy, and spirit, using the soul as fuel to ignite the fire of life!

The flames spread through the meridians, from the dantian to the limbs, from the limbs to the whole body, and from the whole body to every pore.

Wherever the flames passed, the meridians were widened, the acupoints were activated, and all the subtle details in the body that had never been noticed before became clearly visible.

The flames burned brighter and brighter, spreading from inside the body to the outside.

Zhuge Qing's body trembled slightly, and a faint blue flame rose from his palm, hovering quietly three inches above it without a sound.

Samadhi Fire

The secret techniques of Wuhou Qimen that have been lost for many years.

He did it.

Zhuge Qing looked at the ball of flame, sensing the profound mystery within it.

Under his mental control, the flames slowly changed shape—becoming a lotus flower, a small bird, and a small sword.

He extinguished the flames, and his palm returned to normal.

There were no signs of burning, and the temperature did not change.

Zhuge Qing let out a breath, leaned against the headboard, and suddenly smiled.

As I laughed, tears started to fall.

It's not because I'm sad, it's because I'm happy.

He finally found his own path.

It's not simply a repetition of our ancestors, but rather a path we've forged ourselves.

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Zhuge Gong stood at the door, his eyes fixed on Zhuge Qing.

He saw the pale blue flame.

After many years, the Samadhi True Fire reappears in Wuhou Qimen.

Zhuge Gong's hands were trembling, and the soup in the bowl spilled out, scalding his hand without him even noticing.

"Aqing..."

Zhuge Qing glanced at him, extinguished the flames, and lay down on the bed.

He doesn't even have the strength to open his eyes anymore.

As soon as I closed my eyes, my breathing became shallow.

Zhuge Gong stood at the door, looking at his sleeping son, and tears finally fell from his eyes.

He entered the room, gently covered Zhuge Qing with a blanket, then left the room and quietly closed the door.

The moment he turned around, his tears were still wet on his face, but the corners of his mouth had already begun to turn up.

"Aqing succeeded!"

"The Samadhi Fire has reappeared!"

"The fire of Wuhou Qimen Dunjia has been reignited!"

The sound echoed through the village, doors opened one by one, and heads peeked out.

"What? Samadhi Fire?"

"Has Aqing learned it?"

"Really?"

"If the clan chief said it himself, how could it be false?"

"That Qing is really promising!"

May the ancestors of the Zhuge family bless us!

The whole village was in an uproar.

……

On the train.

Cheng Mo leaned against the window, watching the scenery outside change from plains to mountains.

The phone rang.

He took out his phone and saw that it was Cheng Shou calling.

"Hey, Master."

Cheng Shou's voice came through the receiver, with the sound of a television in the background, and a man roaring, "Get out of here!"

Cheng Mo's lips twitched: "Master, are you watching another melodramatic soap opera?"

"This is called a drama!" Cheng Shou's voice rose half an octave. "Don't interrupt, I have something to tell you."

"Please speak."

"You brat, how did you become enemies with the Tang Clan?"

Cheng Mo was taken aback for a moment: "I have no enmity with the Tang Clan..."

He suddenly remembered something: "Oh, when I was in Yanbian, I saw Tang Miaoxing and the Tang Clan disciples die. I hope they won't come after me for this. Quite a few people saw it."

Cheng Shou suddenly realized, "I see, then I'm not worried anymore."

Cheng Mo asked, "What's wrong?"

"The Tang Clan sent their invitation to Xiao Zhao, who then passed it on to me. They want to invite you to their headquarters." Cheng Shou paused. "The Tang Clan guys have never sent an invitation before. I thought you'd made enemies with them."

Cheng Mo smiled: "Then what do you mean, Master? Should I go over there?"

From Cheng Shou's side came the sound of drinking water. After gulping it down, he said, "Since they have formally sent their invitation, you should go. I guess the Tang Clan thinks you witnessed the death of the old sect leader and wants you to witness the ascension of the new sect leader."

Cheng Mo thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go over and have some fun."

"Okay, be careful."

"Understood, Master."

After hanging up the phone, Xia He's eyes shone like two stars: "Little Taoist, are we going to the Tang Sect?"

"Um."

"I've never seen such a large sect before!" Xia He sat up excitedly. "Isn't it magnificent? Are there any special arrangements for the new sect leader's inauguration? Will there be... you know... like in period dramas, burning incense, bathing, and offering sacrifices to heaven and ancestors?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment: "Probably...maybe."

Xia He glared at him: "Little Taoist priest, how come you don't even know this?"

Cheng Mo glared back: "You know perfectly well, yet you still criticize me."

Xia He said confidently, "I was unknown and had no sect before, unlike you, who had a master to teach you."

Cheng Mo shrugged: "Master never mentioned this."