Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

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Tang Qiushan led Cheng Mo and Xia He toward Tang Tomb.

Along the way, he chattered on and on, saying, "Master Cheng, the place we're going to now is called Tang Tomb. It's a forbidden area of ​​our Tang Clan, the resting place and sacrificial site for our ancestors. The Qi Circulation Diagram of Dan Shi is here. Outsiders have never been here before..."

Before he could finish speaking, everyone was gone.

Tang Qiushan: "???"

He looked around and saw that the bluestone path was empty, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves.

"Where is he?" Tang Qiushan stood there, stunned, his mind racing for a moment before he realized what was happening. "What... what kind of method is this?"

Somewhere in Tang Tomb.

Cheng Mo pulled Xia He along and stood in front of a stone tablet.

The surrounding area was filled with tombstones, densely packed together. Some tombstones were large and inscribed with words, while others were small and consisted of only a stone.

Xia He hadn't reacted yet, looking around in surprise: "Little Taoist, what was that move you just made? You just pulled me over here in a flash."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Let me deal with this guy first."

Xia He nodded: "Mhm."

Cheng Mo looked ahead and saw a person there.

The man was wearing an old gray-white Tang suit, his hair was completely white and very long, draped over his shoulders, his face was deeply wrinkled, and his eyes were closed, as if he were dozing off.

He opened his eyes upon hearing the sound.

His eyes were bright, unlike those of an elderly person.

He stared at Cheng Mo, paused for a moment, and asked warily, "Who are you? How did you get in?"

Cheng Mo walked up to him and looked him up and down: "Xu Xin?"

The old man's expression changed: "How do you know my name?"

Cheng Mo smiled: "It seems I guessed right, Grandpa Xu, you really are here."

He introduced Xia He: "This is Xu Xin, one of the thirty-six thieves of the Tang Clan."

Then he turned to Xu Xin: "Old Master Xu, stop pretending."

Xu Xin's expression changed slightly, then returned to normal: "I don't know what you're talking about. This is a forbidden area of ​​the Tang Clan. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. Please leave immediately."

Cheng Mo sighed: "Grandpa, that's not very helpful. Normally, when you see a young person come in, shouldn't you assume I'm a member of the Tang Clan? How could you just say I'm from out of town?"

Xu Xin: "..."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

Tang Qiushan came running up, panting, followed by Zhang Wang and Tang Ming.

"Oh dear, Master Cheng, what brings you here?" Tang Qiushan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Cheng Mo pointed at Xu Xin: "Didn't you say he was expelled from the Tang Sect? Why is he still here?"

Tang Qiushan stammered, "This..."

Cheng Mo crossed his arms: "You guys are still acting, aren't you?"

Before Tang Qiushan could say anything more, Xu Xin waved his hand and said, "Master Cheng is indeed no ordinary person. I told you this plan wouldn't work."

Tang Qiushan smiled wryly and bowed to Cheng Mo.

The others also bowed and said, "Excuse me, Master Cheng."

Xu Xin stood up, dusted himself off, and glanced at the Tang Clan members, his tone serious: "You guys are just too hasty. Especially Tang Miaoxing, who not only accomplished nothing during his tenure as sect leader, but also caused significant losses to the Tang Clan due to his stubbornness."

Tang Qiushan lowered his head.

He looked at Tang Qiushan: "Especially you, Qiushan, why are you joining in this commotion? What is Dan Shi? That's a closely guarded secret of our Tang Clan, only the sect leader has ever been allowed to cultivate it. You let Daoist Xiao Cheng learn it and then pass it on to you, what kind of behavior is that?!"

Tang Qiushan dared not speak.

Xu Xin's voice grew louder and louder: "Besides, the Dan Shi technique is so dangerous it's almost impossible to survive. You're letting Daoist Cheng learn it? What if something goes wrong? How can you face Daoist Cheng Shou? How can you face your own conscience?"

Tang Qiushan's voice was very soft: "But..."

"But what?" Xu Xin interrupted him. "Are you afraid that the Tang Clan's lineage will be severed? Lineage is passed down by people, not by methods. If the people are gone, no matter how many methods you have, it's useless. As long as the people are still here, the methods can always be found again."

Cheng Mo was utterly speechless: "Please stop acting here. Xu... no, Tang Xin, you've already ascended the throne, haven't you?"

Xu Xin was taken aback.

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "I'll pretend today's events never happened. You invited so many sects, you can't just say you were playing a joke on them, can you? Let's go outside and finish the enthronement ceremony, and that'll be the end of it, okay?"

The others looked at Xu Xin.

Xu Xin remained silent for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Daoist Xiao Cheng."

What happened today was indeed wrong on the part of the Tang Clan.

It was because Xu Xin was easily swayed, Tang Qiushan and the others still harbored resentment towards Tang Miaoxing, and they also heard that the long-lost Wuhou Samadhi True Fire had reappeared, that this whole thing happened.

However, Xu Xin actually had another plan in mind.

Although Tangmen dismantled the large trap, they have had no dealings with the company for many years, and have not exchanged any benefits with the higher-ups.

To put it bluntly, the local government doesn't even care about the profits from the martial arts school.

If the Tang Clan wants to continue to develop, assassination is no longer an option, and the Pill Devouring technique is not very useful either. However, the Tang Clan's other methods are enough to establish itself in the world of supernatural beings.

Passing the Dan Shi to Cheng Mo is equivalent to befriending the Liangyi Temple and repairing relations with the company. In the future, as the Tang Sect catches up with the rapid development of modern society, it will be able to find a new path instead of slowly waiting to die.

Now that Cheng Mo is unwilling, Xu Xin will not force him.

Once you meet them, you've established a connection, and you'll always have some interaction in the future.

After all, this young Taoist priest Cheng is still so young, and his strength is probably no less than that of those two heroes.

With such strength, coupled with the powerful forces behind him, his future is limitless. Perhaps the Tang Clan can also take advantage of this opportunity.

Xu Xin is not a fool like Chen Jinkui. Despicable methods are ineffective against the people of Liangyi Temple. Only sincerity can win sincerity.

Xu Xin cheerfully invited Cheng Mo and Xia He: "Actually, although I have nominally inherited the position of sect leader, I haven't really completed the formalities. You two can take a look at some fun things from my Tang Sect."

Cheng Mo glanced at him sideways: "Grandpa, don't try to fool me."

Xu Xin stood on tiptoe and put his arm around Cheng Mo's shoulder: "How could that be? I'll make sure you don't miss out on your trip."

The enthronement ceremony was held in the square.

It wasn't as grand as I'd imagined; it was even a bit simple.

Without burning incense or bathing, without offering sacrifices to heaven or ancestors, Xu Xin changed into a clean black robe and combed his hair neatly, standing in the center of the square.

The Tang Clan disciples formed a circle and stood around the perimeter.

Tang Qiushan stood next to Xu Xin, holding a tray with a black token on it.

Xu Xin picked up the token and held it above his head.

"Tang Xin, the seventeenth leader of the Tang Clan, is located here."

Then he put the token in his pocket and clapped his hands: "Alright, the ceremony is over."

Xia He nudged Cheng Mo and whispered, "Is it really that simple?"

"What else? You think we're going to have a big celebration with drums and firecrackers?"

Xia He thought for a moment: "There should at least be some kind of oath or something."

Cheng Mo said, "They are from an extraordinary sect, not a village committee."

Xia He patted him on the shoulder.

Tang Xin looked at everyone present and said, "Since you have come from afar, the Tang Clan doesn't have much to offer in terms of hospitality. So, let me show you some of the little trinkets of our Tang Clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Tang Clan disciple stepped out from the crowd.

With a flick of his wrists, more than a dozen throwing knives flew out from his sleeves, drawing chaotic trajectories in the air. Some followed straight lines, some followed arcs, and some followed spirals. Finally, they all stuck into a wooden dummy ten meters away, forming the Chinese character "唐" (Tang).

Another disciple stepped forward, and with a flick of his wrist, dozens of silver needles flew from between his fingers, densely packed like rain, all sticking into another wooden dummy, forming the character "门" (door).

Another disciple was even more skilled. He took out a handful of iron caltrops from his waist and threw them into the air. The caltrops scattered like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden. Then he pulled out a soft whip from his sleeve and flicked it in the air. All the caltrops were caught by the whip, and none of them fell to the ground.

Xia He's eyes lit up: "Amazing!"

Cheng Mo nodded: "It's really good."

Xu Xin laughed and said, "There's even more fun to come!"