Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

The two chatted for a while longer, from the development of the Tang Sect to its future plans, from the future plans to the current state of the world of supernatural beings, and from the current state of the world of supernatural beings to the company's operating model.

As their conversation drew to a close, Tang Xin stood up and dusted himself off. "Young Master Cheng, it's getting late. Shall I have someone escort you down the mountain?"

Cheng Mo also stood up: "No need, we can walk by ourselves."

Tang Xin didn't insist and led Tang Qiushan and the others to the door.

Cheng Mo glanced back and saw Wang Zhenqiu still being chased by a group of grown men. He had run from the playground to the teaching building, from the teaching building to the dormitory building, and from the dormitory building to the cafeteria, with a string of people following behind him. The scene was quite spectacular.

Cheng Mo shook his head: "This guy runs pretty fast."

The Tang Clan members saw them off at the door and then turned back; they had a lot of things to take care of.

Cheng Mo and Xia He walked down the mountain path.

On the way down the mountain, Xia He was a little confused: "Little Taoist, what exactly do these people from the Tang Clan want from us? It seems like they really just invited us to have fun."

Cheng Mo shrugged: "How should I know? If it looks that way, then so be it."

Xia He thought about it and agreed: "We'll talk about it if something really happens. Shall we go back to the temple now?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "I said I'd go see Lao Ma last time, and since I'm here, I'll go check it out."

Xia He's eyes lit up: "It's been a long time since I've seen Village Chief Ma. I wonder what new gadgets he's come up with. Let's go."

The two had a smooth journey. They found a secluded spot, drove directly to Liupanshui, and continued driving into the mountains.

The road became increasingly difficult to travel, turning from a cement road into a gravel road, from a gravel road into a dirt road, and from a dirt road into a mountain road overgrown with weeds.

In the end, there was no road left; ahead was a dense forest, and the car couldn't go any further.

The two got out of the car. Cheng Mo put the bread cart into his food pouch and then released a motorcycle from it.

Cheng Mo mounted the horse, and Xia He sat behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

The motorcycle started, its rumbling sound echoing through the silent forest, startling a flock of birds.

After driving for a while, we came to a small stream. The water was shallow, just enough to cover the wheels.

Cheng Mo accelerated and sped off, splashing water everywhere, soaking both of them.

Xia He called out from behind, "Little Taoist priest, slow down!"

Cheng Mo shouted back, "We can't slow down! If we slow down, we'll get stuck!"

The motorcycle bounced and hopped in the stream, finally managing to get ashore before disappearing into an even denser forest.

In the quiet mountain forest, the sound of motorcycles was incredibly noisy.

The sound of the motorcycle quickly attracted the attention of the patrol personnel in Biyou Village.

Two young men in gray-blue training uniforms peeked out from behind the bushes. When they saw Cheng Mo and Xia He, they were stunned for a moment, and then one of them recognized them.

"It's Master Cheng and Miss Xia!" the young man whispered to his companion. "Go back and tell the village chief."

His companion nodded, turned and disappeared into the woods; the sound of his footsteps quickly faded away.

The young man who stayed behind took out a flip phone from his pocket and walked back and forth in the forest, looking for a signal. He walked to a large rock, and the signal bars on the phone screen jumped up and down to two bars.

He quickly dialed a number.

beep - beep - beep -

"Feed?" A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"President," the young man said in a low voice, "Master Cheng Mo and Miss Xia He have arrived; they've just entered the village."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Understood." Qu Tong's voice was calm as still water. "Be observant and don't expose yourself."

"clear."

The phone hangs up.

……

The phone hangs up.

Inside the Yaoxing Society's office building.

Qu Tong put down the phone and her gaze fell on a document spread out on the table.

The first page of the document had a photograph attached to it. The photograph showed a young man wearing a white T-shirt standing at the entrance of a Taoist temple. Sunlight shone on his face, and he had a clean smile.

The photo was captioned: Cheng Mo, disciple of Master Cheng Shou, Liangyi Temple.

Qu Tong tapped her fingers lightly twice on the table.

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She picked up her phone, found a number, and dialed it.

"What's that temporary worker in North China doing now?"

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "No news."

Qu Tong sighed.

Without Feng Baobao leaving the public eye, there are many things she cannot do.

Qu Tong leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and thought for a while.

She had been keeping an eye on Cheng Mo.

From the Northeast Demon Knife Incident to the subjugation of Zhang San'er in Liulin Town, to the burning of Zhuge's obsession at Jiulei, and then to beating Chen Jinkui into an idiot in Xiangfan.

With each incident, this young man's strength grew at an incredible rate.

Now the only thing we can do is try to influence Cheng Mo...

……

Biyou Village.

Ding Ziheng and Qiu Rang stood at the village entrance and saw Cheng Mo and Xia He riding their bicycles along the mountain road from afar.

Qiu Rang quickly went to greet him, his face beaming with a smile: "Brother Cheng, it's been a long time! You look even more energetic!"

Qiu's hair was a mess, and there were two dark, purplish-black bruises under his eyes, as if he had been punched twice.

"Old Chou, your dark circles are a bit heavy," Cheng Mo pointed at his eyes. "What's wrong? Did you learn super-intense weapon forging from Old Ma?"

Ding Ziheng added from the side, "He even learned from the sect leader, and he can't even refine a Devouring Sac properly. This is what he did by exploding three Devouring Sacs in a row."

Qiu Rang blushed instantly, his face turning red from his neck to the tips of his ears: "Only one was fried! One!"

Ding Ziheng counted on his fingers: "The first one exploded, the second one fell apart, and the third one fell apart too. Aren't there three?"

Qiu Rang panicked: "How can they be the same? Exploding means internal instability, falling apart means improper operation. When I was operating it, my hand shook, causing the rune to be engraved in the wrong position. After the rune was wrong, the flow of Qi became unstable..."

Then came even more difficult terms, such as "centrifugal force" and "quantum entanglement."

The crowd burst into laughter, filling the village with a joyful atmosphere.

Qiu turned that pale, dark face into a boiled shrimp, turning a deep purple-red.

Xia He whispered to Cheng Mo, "Brother Qiu's expression is quite interesting."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Yeah, like a chameleon."

Qiu Rang took a deep breath and decided not to argue with Ding Ziheng. He turned to Cheng Mo and forced a smile: "Brother Cheng, don't listen to his nonsense. I've made great progress recently, really."

Cheng Mo patted him on the shoulder: "Yeah, I believe you."

Qiu was so moved he almost cried.

"By the way," Cheng Mo looked around, "where did Lao Ma go? What kind of research is he doing?"

Xia He also noticed the changes in the village: "There seem to be more people in the village. Did you invite them over on your own initiative?"

When I last came here, there were only a few villagers in Biyou Village, and it was deserted.

Now, walking along the village road, you can see groups of two or three people passing by from time to time. Some are chatting, some are practicing martial arts, and some are working. It's much more lively now.

"No, they all came on their own," Qiu Rang quickly interjected. "When we go out with the leader and encounter ordinary people who have developed a Daoist heart but are powerless to help, the leader asks them if they are willing to give it a try. So far, no one has refused."

Cheng Mo nodded, his gaze sweeping over the passing villagers.

Cheng Mo discovered that they didn't have much Qi on them, but most of them had indeed become extraordinary individuals.

Moreover, these people all share a common characteristic—a strange sense of weakness in their bodies.

This is completely different from the effect of the occasional successful transformation of the supernatural beings during the last visit.

Last time, Cheng Mo met several ordinary people in Biyou Village who had successfully transformed through the Body Cultivation Furnace. Although they didn't have much Qi, their physical condition was normal, even better than some of the extraordinary people he had met before.

These people are clearly not behaving properly right now.

Cheng Mo's heart stirred.

Could it be that Qu Tong has already gotten involved?

This isn't fun.

Xia He nudged Cheng Mo and whispered, "Little Taoist, I have a feeling something's not right. These people look strange."

Cheng Mo nodded, his expression unchanged, and casually asked Qiu Rang, "Aren't there any failed cases?"