Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

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Hong Bin looked down at his fist, then at Wang Zhenqiu, his face flushed red, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Wang Zhenqiu turned to leave.

Hong Bin's clothes suddenly caught fire.

It started at the cuffs, and the flames climbed up the fabric, quickly reaching the shoulders.

Hong Bin exclaimed "Ah!" and quickly tried to extinguish the flames, but the flames only grew larger with each pat.

Wang Zhenqiu glanced back, then waved his hand, sending a jet of water flying from his palm and splashing onto Hong Bin.

Shila-

The flames went out, and water vapor rose up.

Hong Bin was soaked to the bone, his clothes were tattered and torn, revealing large patches of skin, his hair was singed, and his face was covered in black and white patches, making him look extremely disheveled.

Wang Zhenqiu was also splashed with water; his shirt was soaked and clung to his body.

He looked down, took off his soaking wet shirt, wrung it out, and casually draped it over his shoulder.

"Wow--"

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

Wang Zhenqiu was shirtless, his skin was so white it glowed, his waist was slender, his muscles were well-defined, his collarbones were exquisite, and the outline of his shoulder blades was clearly visible.

"It really is a man." The man in the floral shirt sighed in disappointment.

The person who was already excited became even more excited, his eyes shining. He rushed out of the crowd, ran up to Wang Zhenqiu, and exclaimed excitedly, "Give me one too!"

"That's it! The one you used on Hong Bin just now!" The man pointed at Hong Bin, "The one that burned his clothes and then poured water on him!"

Wang Zhenqiu's lips twitched: "Are you sick in the head?"

"I'm not sick! I just want to experience it!"

Wang Zhenqiu ignored him and turned to leave.

The man chased after him, pleading, "Just once! Please!"

Wang Zhenqiu was so annoyed by him that he reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Love Massage".

The man froze, then trembled as if electrocuted, clutching his head and crouching on the ground, making "woo woo woo" sounds. It made a "whoosh" sound, and then began to wriggle on the ground like a caterpillar.

The onlookers burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, what the hell is this?!"

"He really did turn into a caterpillar!"

"Wang Zhenqiu, what kind of tactics are you using?!"

Wang Zhenqiu smiled smugly: "Don't worry, my Love Massage won't hurt you, it will only make you feel good."

This is going to be very serious.

A group of grown men rushed towards Wang Zhenqiu, shouting all at once, "Give me a turn too!" "Me too!" "Line up, line up!"

Wang Zhenqiu took off running, yelling, "Why are you chasing me?!"

Cheng Mo called out from behind, "Give them the cough syrup!"

Xia He: "...Little Taoist priest, you're really interesting."

Cheng Mo chuckled.

……

Wang Zhenqiu was chased by a group of people in the square, and the scene was quite chaotic.

Tang Xin walked over with a teacup, sat down next to Cheng Mo, and watched the chase scene with a smile.

"Master Cheng, let's not talk about anything else. We just want you to take a look and see what the younger generation of our Tang Clan is like now."

Cheng Mo pointed at the group chasing Wang Zhenqiu: "I think I saw one of your disciples."

Tang Xin's expression remained unchanged: "You've mistaken me."

Cheng Mo: "That guy in the black outfit with the throwing knife pouch at his waist, isn't he from your Tang Clan?"

Tang Xin picked up his teacup and took a sip: "No."

Cheng Mo: "Then why is the character 'Tang' embroidered on the throwing knife pouch at his waist?"

Tang Xin put down his teacup and remained silent for two seconds: "...That's not the Tang from the Tang Clan."

Cheng Mo laughed: "So you've expelled him from the Tang Clan just like that?"

Tang Xin chuckled three times, picked up his teacup, and took another sip.

Tang Qiushan coughed twice beside him, Zhang Wang paused while stroking his beard, and Tang Ming looked up at the sky, pretending not to hear anything.

Cheng Mo stood up: "Let's go, let's go see the unique skills of your Tang Clan."

Tang Xin immediately stood up and led the way with a smile: "This way, Master Cheng."

……

Tang Xin led Cheng Mo and Xia He across the square, around the council hall, and to an open space on the back hill.

The open space was not large, surrounded by bamboo, and the ground was paved with bluestone slabs and was very clean.

Several Tang Clan disciples were already waiting there. When they saw Tang Xin approaching, they all clasped their hands in greeting: "Sect Master."

Tang Xin waved his hand: "Let's begin."

Several Tang Clan disciples demonstrated some hidden weapon techniques, which were not fundamentally different from the performance outside.

However, Cheng Mo and Xia He still applauded and cheered, saying, "Wonderful, wonderful!"

Tang Xin, standing nearby, asked with a chuckle, "What does Little Master Cheng think?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Not bad."

Tang Xin smiled and said, "These are just appetizers. Young Master Cheng, Miss Xia, please follow me."

He led Cheng Mo and Xia He into the bamboo forest.

Deep in the bamboo forest, there was a larger open space with several strange iron frames standing there. Some looked like door frames, some like swings, and some like carousels, but they were all connected to steel wires and gears.

Tang Xin pointed to the metal frames: "When the company was founded, we demolished most of this place, but we left a few interesting ones, none of them for large-scale destruction. Little Master Cheng, would you like to give them a try?"

Cheng Mo shook his head repeatedly: "I don't have any masochistic tendencies."

Tang Xin quickly waved his hand: "Master Cheng, you misunderstand. I meant, you try using this thing and you control it."

Cheng Mo glanced at him, then at the equipment: "I am indeed quite interested, but we need a goal, right? Who should go?"

Cheng Mo glanced at him, then at the equipment: "I am indeed quite interested, but we need a goal, right? Who should go?"

His gaze swept over the Tang Clan members.

Tang Qiushan took a step back.

Zhang Wang's hand, which was stroking his beard, paused again.

Tang Ming looked up at the sky.

The other disciples retreated in unison, leaving a vacuum zone.

Tang Xin quickly said, "I caught a wild boar a couple of days ago, so I'll give it a try."

Immediately, Tang Clan disciples carried a wild boar and placed it in the middle of the trap.

The wild boar was huge, weighing two or three hundred pounds. It had black bristles, long tusks, and its four hooves were bound with rope. A wooden stick was stuffed in its mouth, and it was still grunting and struggling.

Cheng Mo walked to the control panel, which was an iron box with several handles and buttons on it, and operating instructions were posted next to it.

Tang Xin pointed to the operating instructions: "Like this...like this...and then like this, it'll be fine."

Cheng Mo followed suit.

Pull down the first handle on the left first.

shhhhh--

Several steel needles shot out from the iron frame and stuck in the ground next to the wild boar, forming a row.

Cheng Mo then pressed the second button on the right.

crackling-

A current shot out from the iron frame and struck the wild boar, causing it to shudder and its bristles to stand on end.

Cheng Mo then turned the middle knob.

Gibberish—

The iron frame began to rotate, and the steel wires on it followed suit, driving the gears and making a clicking sound.

Cheng Mo finally pressed down on the pedal.

Curry Gala -

A huge iron hammer came crashing down from above, hitting the wild boar squarely.

Before the wild boar could even grunt, it was turned into a cooked wild boar.

As the hammer slammed down, several blades flew out from both sides, precisely slicing the wild boar into several pieces—

Head, legs, ribs, and pelvic bones were neatly stacked on the ground.

Immediately, Tang Clan disciples took plates and went up to plate the food. Their movements were quick and efficient, and their division of labor was clear. It seemed that this was not the first time they had done this.

Cheng Mo also noticed that the trap looked intimidating, but it wasn't actually that big. If there were more than three people, it wouldn't be very effective.

Tang Clan disciples brought food trays to everyone, and Cheng Mo and Xia He each received a portion.

Cheng Mo took it, took a bite, and chewed it: "Hmm, not bad. It tastes better when you do it yourself."

Xia He also took a bite: "Mmm, it's delicious, and very chewy."

Tang Xin sighed and sat down beside him. "In modern society, these are the kinds of novelties our Tang Clan can come up with. I'm planning to open another Tang Clan hotel next to the martial arts school, shoot some videos, and do some promotion. What do you think, Master Cheng?"

Cheng Mo gave a thumbs up: "Great idea. Video platforms are just starting out now. Your unique videos will definitely attract new users to the platform and also drive hotel customers. If you get the direction right, making a project worth hundreds of millions is definitely not a problem."

Tang Xin chuckled: "Then I'll take Master Cheng's auspicious words."

Cheng Mo finished the last piece of wild boar meat, wiped his hands, and asked, "Grandpa, how many disciples does your Tang Clan have now?"

Tang Xin thought for a moment: "There are 123 formal disciples, more than 200 outer disciples, and some prospective disciples studying at the martial arts school. In total, there are probably about 500 people."

Cheng Mo nodded: "It's quite a large scale now."

Tang Xin smiled wryly: "There are a lot of people, but there are very few who can actually shoulder heavy responsibilities. During the War of Resistance against Japan, too many of our Tang Clan's elites died, and we still haven't recovered."

Cheng Mo said, "Take it slow; you can't rush things like passing on traditions."

Tang Xin nodded: "Yes, we can't rush it."