Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 335 Why doesn't the World Society go to the Northeast?

Wang Zizhong was slightly taken aback: "The Lü family?"

Lü Huan stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Hello, Grandpa Wang."

Wang Zizhong looked at the little girl and smiled, "Little friend from the Lü family, what brings you here?"

Lü Huan pursed her lips: "Grandpa Wang, can I talk to you alone?"

Wang Zizhong glanced at Cheng Mo, then at Lü Huan, and nodded. "Of course. But Grandpa Wang has a few patients scheduled, could you wait for me a moment?"

Lü Huan nodded vigorously: "Yes, that's fine."

Wang Zizhong looked at Feng Zhenghao: "Zhenghao, why don't you take a few people to the back room to have some fun?"

Feng Zhenghao was only here by chance; his family had a good relationship with Wang Zizhong, and he was in the capital on business, so he just stopped by. He had no other urgent business. Hearing this, he nodded and turned to Cheng Mo and the others, gesturing for them to come this way: "This way, please."

The group walked through the corridor behind the clinic, pushed open a wooden door, and entered a spacious hall.

The hall was elegantly decorated, with several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, all by renowned artists. A few potted orchids sat in the corner, and the air was filled with the faint scent of ink and flowers. A set of old rosewood tables and chairs sat in the center of the hall, with tea sets and several plates of pastries on the table.

Feng Zhenghao invited them to sit down and personally poured them tea.

"Uncle Wang's Jishetang was passed down from his master." Feng Zhenghao picked up a cup of tea and said slowly.

"Mr. Duanmu was a famous doctor during the Republic of China era. Later, he passed on Jishetang to Uncle Wang. After Uncle Wang took over, he greatly enhanced the reputation of Jishetang. Now, in Beijing, if anyone has a difficult or complicated illness, the first place they think of is Jishetang."

Cheng Mo picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked curiously, "Is Chairman Feng and Mr. Wang Zizhong on a very close relationship?"

Feng Zhenghao nodded: "My father was injured when he was young, and it was Zizhongshu's father who healed him. Later, when I founded the World Society, I never stopped contacting Uncle Wang. Several of the Feng family's properties in the capital were facilitated by Uncle Wang."

Cheng Mo said, "President Feng is a man of great loyalty and righteousness."

Feng Zhenghao waved his hand: "It's not about that, it's just that one should never forget one's roots."

Cheng Mo put down his teacup and suddenly asked, "President Feng, I've heard that your Feng family possesses one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques: Spirit Binding and Commanding Generals."

The hall fell silent for a second.

Feng Zhenghao's smile remained unchanged: "It is indeed true. What, Master Cheng, would you like to test your skills?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "There's no need for that. I just wanted to ask you, will your Tianxia Group go to the Northeast to develop?"

Feng Zhenghao paused for a moment, then put down his teacup: "Uh—haha, Master Cheng, that's an interesting question. Tianxiahui is a company, so it's natural for it to invest resources in the Northeast. It's part of its business strategy."

Cheng Mo pressed further, "Are you saying that a company is a company, and your Feng family is the Feng family? Is that what you mean?"

Feng Zhenghao's expression began to falter, and his lips twitched slightly: "Master Cheng, please speak frankly."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "It's nothing, just curious. The Northeast is full of shamans. If Chairman Feng went there, he'd be a force to be reckoned with."

Feng Zhenghao's lips twitched: "—Master Cheng, you can't say that. Shamans are not just about astral projection and possession of spirits; the deities they worship have real cultivation. In a real contest, spirit control might not be enough to suppress them."

Cheng Mo nodded, a look of sudden realization on his face: "I understand now. President Feng is worried that if you go to the Northeast, those shamans will show up in their true forms and beat you up."

Feng Zhenghao: "————" His hand holding the teacup was suspended in mid-air, as if he had been paralyzed by acupuncture.

Xia He slapped Cheng Mo on the back: "Little Taoist, I knew you were going to talk nonsense."

Feng Xingtong, unable to contain herself any longer, puffed out her little chest, her porcelain doll-like face filled with defiance: "Big brother, my dad is very powerful! Even the so-called immortal being in their true form definitely couldn't beat my dad!"

Feng Zhenghao patted his son on the shoulder and said to Cheng Mo with a smile, "Master Cheng's thoughts are indeed different from others."

Cheng Mo smiled along, a genuine smile: "So, will President Feng go on a trip to Northeast China?"

Feng Zhenghao picked up his teacup, took a sip, and slowly put it down: "I'll definitely go if I have the chance."

Cheng Mo's eyes lit up, and he sat up straight: "Okay, I'll tell Grandma Guan that you'd like to go and pay her a visit."

Xia He turned her head and glared at him: "Little Taoist priest!"

Feng Zhenghao's hand holding the teacup paused again, his smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal:

"Master Cheng is too kind. If I were to go, I would visit you in person. There is no need for you to pass on my message."

Cheng Mo was eager to try, rubbing his hands together: "Remember to call me! Tsk tsk, a shaman versus a spirit summoner, just thinking about it is exciting."

Feng Zhenghao: "————"

He picked up his teacup and took another sip, staring at the tea leaves in the cup, thinking: Is this someone who enjoys watching the drama unfold, or is he simply trying to sow discord?

Cheng Mo seemed to see through his thoughts and said directly, "President Feng, don't think I'm trying to sow discord."

Feng Zhenghao almost spat out his tea. He put down the cup, took a tissue, and wiped his mouth: "Master Cheng is joking."

Cheng Mo continued, "Your spirit-binding and spirit-summoning technique is inherently incompatible with the shamanic lineage. I wonder if you can even bind yang spirits. If you can do that, then the Quanzhen Longmen Sect will also be at odds with you."

Feng Zhenghao put down his teacup and said solemnly, "Master Cheng, rest assured, I have already explained this matter to the Taoist priests of the Longmen Sect. There are rules for capturing spirits and commanding generals, and I will not overstep them."

Cheng Mo waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Why are you telling me this? I'm just here to watch the show."

Feng Zhenghao chuckled twice, picked up his teacup, and used the act of drinking tea to conceal his expression: "Master Cheng is joking."

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But in his heart he was thinking: This guy, who hides his thoughts in jokes, is no less capable than the old Taoist Master Cheng back then.

Xia He rubbed his hands on Cheng Mo's thigh, marveling to himself: "This little Taoist has grown up. If it were him with his old temper, he would have definitely found an opportunity to provoke Feng Zhenghao and then put him out."

Cheng Mo seemed to sense something, turned his head and glared at Xia He, his eyes conveying: Don't make fun of me.

Xia He raised an eyebrow: I wasn't thinking anything.

Cheng Mo glared at her again.

Xia He's eyebrows and eyes were curved.

Lu Huan remained silent, holding his teacup with both hands, listening quietly to the conversation. His eyes were somewhat vacant, and he exuded a gloomy and sorrowful aura, which, although not as strong as when he had just left Lu Family Village, was still palpable.

Feng Xingtong was getting bored listening to the adults chatting and wanted to talk to Lü Huan. But before she could even utter a word, she was affected by Lü Huan's emotions and immediately stopped in her tracks.

Feng Xingtong shrank back and moved closer to Feng Zhenghao, not daring to get too close, but occasionally stealing a glance at Lü Huan.

Fortunately, Wang Zizhong came over from the clinic shortly afterward.

Feng Zhenghao stood up: "Uncle Wang, have you finished seeing the patient?"

Wang Zizhong casually waved to Feng Zhenghao and his son, then his gaze fell directly on Lü Huan. He asked with a smile, "Little girl, what brings you here?"

Lü Huan stood up, pursed her lips, and twisted her fingers together, looking somewhat troubled.

Wang Zizhong understood the little girl's thoughts, smiled and reached out his hand, very kindly: "Come on, Grandpa will take you to a quiet place."

Lü Huan grabbed his hand, turned around and greeted Cheng Mo and Xia He: "Brother Cheng, Sister Xia He, I'm going over."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Go ahead, go ahead."

Xia He smiled at her and said, "Go ahead, we'll wait for you here."