Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 341 Who knows what's true and what's false?

Tu Junfang hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Well, Brother Cheng, it's not that I don't want to help, it's just that—"

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Cheng Mo bluntly stated, "Just tell them that anyone who helps will have the opportunity to learn the Dual Hands technique."

Lu Huan was getting anxious and opened her mouth to speak, but she was afraid of disturbing Cheng Mo's phone call, so she could only worry helplessly.

Wang Zizhong, who came to call them for breakfast, also looked at Cheng Mo in surprise. Why was this young Taoist priest giving away his Double-Handed Techniques like a cabbage?

Xia He told them to calm down and whispered, "That little Taoist priest is just fooling people."

Cheng Mo rolled her eyes at Xia He and said into the microphone, "Old Tu, you know what I mean, right?"

Tu Junfang hesitated slightly: "Why do I feel like I'm betraying a friend?"

Cheng Mo said casually, "I didn't ask you to betray anyone. Just tell the Quanxing people you know. Those who want to come can come, and those who don't, we won't force them."

Tu Junfang thought about it and realized that was indeed the case.

I was just helping Brother Cheng pass on messages. The messages were all told to me by Brother Cheng himself. I didn't need to embellish them. I could even share my guesses with a few close friends.

Whether they go or what happens afterward is beyond their control.

After all, everyone has their own destiny. If someone insists on going to their death, then they can only blame themselves for being too greedy.

Tu Junfang took a deep breath: "Okay, leave this to me."

Cheng Mo hung up the phone with a grin, then dialed Xia Liuqing's number.

Beep beep beep—

connected.

Xia Liuqing's voice boomed from the receiver: "You brat, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

Cheng Mo simply repeated the same explanation he had given to Tu Junfang.

Xia Liuqing's reaction was much simpler than Tu Junfang's. After listening, she patted her chest and said, "Okay, leave it to me. I promise to pass the message on to the other members of Quanxing."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Mo thought for a moment, then turned to Wang Zizhong: "Uncle Wang, do you know any other members of the Quanxing faction? Pass on the message to them as well."

Wang Zizhong nodded with a strange expression: "There are a few, but we're not close. So, what you just said?"

Cheng Mo nodded.

Wang Zizhong sighed, took out his phone, and started scrolling through his contacts.

Cheng Mo rubbed Lü Huan's face with both hands, distorting her features.

"Don't worry, Huanhuan, I won't actually teach them the Dual-Hand Technique. Once everyone is here, you can demonstrate limb regeneration, and then I'll pick two people and you can transfer some power to them so they think they've mastered the Dual-Hand Technique. After that, just withdraw the power."

Lu Huan's face turned red from being rubbed, and he nodded as if he understood: "Brother Cheng, I believe you."

Cheng Mo released his grip, his expression turning serious: "Even if you believe me, I still need to confirm one thing with you."

Lü Huan also became serious and straightened his back: "Brother Cheng, you speak."

Cheng Mo stared into her eyes: "After capturing Lü Ci, are you sure you can bring yourself to drastically alter Lü Ci's memories and perceptions?"

Lü Huan nodded vigorously, her eyes resolute: "I'm ready. And I believe that simply changing Great-Grandpa's perception isn't enough. He imprisoned Great-Grandma in the Lü family his entire life, and in the years to come, I want to lock him up too."

Cheng Mo asked, "Where are they locked up?"

Lu Huan thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I haven't decided yet, but it definitely won't be at the Lu family's house."

Cheng Mo sighed and patted Lü Huan on the shoulder: "Besides Lü Ci, the Minghun Technique should also be removed from the bodies of your other relatives."

Lu Huan nodded again, his voice calm: "I've already thought about this. I've thought about it carefully these past few days. Not only those who are still alive, but also those who have died in my great-grandfather's lineage, must be dug up and burned."

She turned to look at Wang Zizhong, her voice softening: "Grandpa Zizhong, I want to exhume and cremate Great-Grandma's body as well."

Wang Zizhong froze, as if rooted to the spot. His lips trembled, and his eyes reddened. After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "I—I can still see her?"

Lü Huan nodded: "If Grandpa Zizhong is willing."

Wang Zizhong's eyes reddened, tears welled up in his eyes, and slid down the wrinkles on his face, dripping onto his clothes.

Cheng Mo patted Wang Zizhong on the shoulder: "Uncle Wang, you should get some rest."

Cheng Mo gently rubbed Lü Huan's face, this time with a very light touch: "Huanhuan, thank you for your hard work."

Lü Huan shook her head: "I'm not having a hard time. It was my great-grandmother who had a hard time back then. Besides, things haven't even started yet, Brother Cheng, you're the one who's having a hard time."

Cheng Mo smiled and said, "Little girl, you'll suffer later."

Wang Zizhong took a deep breath, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and steadied his voice: "Mm."

Xia He walked over and pulled Lü Huan into her arms.

Lü Huan leaned against Xia He's chest, her lips curving upwards, her smile more genuine than it had been a few days ago.

Time flies.

News came from both Tu Junfang and Xia Liuqing.

The person has been notified.

The main reason is that the two of them have a lot of connections with each other. If it were just Tu Junfang or Xia Liuqing saying it, it might not be true, but since they both said it, it's definitely true.

Xia Liuqing called Cheng Mo: "But you still haven't said where we're meeting, you brat."

Cheng Mo said, "Let's go to Zibo."

Xia Liuqing complained, "You brat, you didn't finish what you said at once, so I have to tell you all over again."

Cheng Mo said calmly, "Even Tu Junfang doesn't meddle as much as you do."

Xia Liuqing retorted, "He's just not very bright!"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment and said, "You're right."

Xia Liuqing added, "You set the time!"

Cheng Mo said, "See you in three days."

After hanging up, Cheng Mo called Tu Junfang again and told him the time and place.

After listening, Tu Junfang asked, "Brother Cheng, Zibo is very big."

Cheng Mo laughed: "Yeah, let them find me. We'll talk about it after they find me."

Tu Junfang was silent for two seconds, then sighed: "Brother Cheng, you're really ruthless. You called someone over to help, and then made them come looking for you. You've really screwed them over."

Cheng Mo said confidently, "We have to make them put in some effort, otherwise just sending the stuff out directly would make our Eight Extraordinary Skills seem too low-class."

Tu Junfang was somewhat confused: "You really want to pass on the Eight Extraordinary Techniques?"

Cheng Mo retorted, "What, Lao Tu, you want to come too?"

Tu Junfang chuckled: "Of course I'm coming. Whether it's true or not, if I don't come, everyone else will be in an uproar."

Cheng Mo said casually, "Old Tu, don't think so highly of yourself. If you want to have both, just say so."

Tu Junfang was taken aback: "You'll give it to me if I tell you?"

Cheng Mo replied decisively, "That's impossible."

Tu Junfang: "————So you're just messing with me."

Cheng Mo laughed heartily: "How easy is it to distinguish between truth and falsehood?"

Tu Junfang snorted: "Then I'll see if you're telling the truth or not."

After hanging up the phone, Xia He leaned closer, frowning, and asked, "Little Taoist, shouldn't we be going to the vicinity of the Lü family? Why are we going to Zibo?"

Cheng Mo chuckled: "Just trying to scare Old Xu. He actually dared to follow us last time, a beating wasn't enough."

Xia He suddenly realized: "Oh, you mean the baby. It's been a while since we've seen each other, it would be good for him to go and have some fun."

Cheng Mo thought of Zhang Chulan. That little guy probably listened to his grandfather and didn't cultivate. Perhaps this trip would encourage him to continue cultivating; it would be such a waste to let such good talent go to waste, especially with Feng Baobao watching over him.

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