Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 346 You call yourself an Earth Immortal?

Lu Huan continued walking forward, until he reached the blade-headed man. He looked up at him, and blue Qi rose from his palm, transforming into seven or eight small hands that simultaneously pressed down on the heads of the four men.

Lu Huan said firmly, "Brother Cheng said that since you're threatening us with Grandpa Zizhong, you're bad people. I'll make you good young people of the new era."

Blue flames seeped into the heads of the four people.

Their bodies began to tremble, their eyes rolled back, and they made incoherent sobs.

But these guys weren't exactly men of strong will. In less than a minute, their eyes went from fierce to blank, from blank to clear, and from clear to gentle.

The blue flames dissipated, and Lü Huan slowly walked back.

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Bladehead blinked and scratched his head. "Huh? How did I get here? Shouldn't I be helping out at the nursing home?"

The bald man snapped out of his daze, touched his bald head, and grinned sheepishly, "Oh dear, I think I just had a dream. I dreamt I was bullying someone. It scared me to death. Why would I have such a dream?"

The man with long hair pushed up his glasses, his face serious: "Comrades, shouldn't we go do some community volunteer work? Grandma Wang said yesterday that the water pipes in her house are broken, let's go and fix them for her."

The one with glasses nodded: "Yes, yes, and Grandpa Li's vegetable garden needs watering, let's go together."

The four people stood in a row and bowed to Cheng Mo and the others in unison: "Comrades, we apologize for disturbing you, we'll be leaving now."

The three people lined up and walked out in unison.

Their conversation echoed down the corridor.

"Let's all go to the community blood donation drive tomorrow."

"Go away, I have plenty of blood, donating 400 milliliters is no problem."

"I'll pay three hundred."

"I'll pay five hundred!"

"Don't push yourself, five hundred is too much."

"It's okay, I'm strong."

The sound gradually faded into the distance.

Wang Zizhong stood there, mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time. After a while, he finally turned to look at Cheng Mo, his voice slightly hoarse: "You actually managed to do that?"

This was the first time Xia He had witnessed Lü Huan using the Double-Handed Technique to alter memories. She had only heard about it from the young Taoist priest before, but she never imagined it would be so monstrous in practice. Altering memories, changing perceptions, and turning someone from a bad person into a good one—this was no longer within the realm of magic.

She instinctively tightened her grip on Cheng Mo's hand.

Cheng Mo scratched Xia He's palm, then turned to ask Lü Huan, "Huanhuan, how are you feeling?"

Lü Huan sighed: "It's true, just like Brother Cheng said, other people's memories entering my brain can have some impact."

However, it didn't have a big impact. After I wrapped it up, those memories were like watching a TV series; I forgot them as soon as I finished watching.

Cheng Mo smiled: "That's good."

Lü Huan laughed too, a very bright laugh: "Now I can properly change Grandpa."

Cheng Mo gently rubbed her head: "Don't overwork yourself, take it slow."

Lü Huan nodded vigorously.

The group went back to their rooms to rest.

Meanwhile, in North China, at the NaDuTong branch.

Xu Xiang sat behind his desk, a pile of intelligence documents spread out in front of him, his brows furrowed in a frown.

Xu Si stood in front of the desk, holding a report in his hand, his expression equally unpleasant.

Xu San leaned against the wall, holding his cell phone, having just finished a call.

"So," Xu Xiang put down the intelligence report and rubbed his temples, "that the Quanxing gang gathered in Zibo just for that 'Dual-Hand Technique' that Cheng Mo mentioned?"

Xu Si turned a page of the report and read aloud: "According to the informant, Cheng Mo had a girl of about ten years old demonstrate her ability to regenerate severed limbs in front of everyone in the Quanxing Sect. He also declared that whoever helps him deal with the Lü family will have the opportunity to learn the Dual-Hand Technique."

Xu San put away his phone, frowning. "Why did Cheng Mo gather everyone in Zibo if he wants to deal with the Lü family?"

Xu Si threw the report on the table: "I just don't understand, if he wants to deal with the Lü family, why is he gathering everyone in North China?"

Xu San thought for a moment: "The farther away from the Lü family, the less likely the news will spread—if the Quanxing people go directly to Lü Family Village, they will be too conspicuous."

Xu Si slammed his hand on the table: "Damn it! Why does it have to be Zibo? Couldn't we have chosen any other city?!"

Xu San looked at Xu Xiang: "Dad, is there any news from the company?"

Xu Xiang shook his head: "I asked Lao Zhao, and we'll just pretend we didn't see it."

Xu Si was taken aback: "Just pretend you didn't see anything? So, Cheng Mo and Chairman Zhao have a deal?"

Xu Xiang sighed: "After all, Lao Zhao's relationship with Liangyi Temple is not simple. If Daoist Xiao Cheng needs something, Lao Zhao will naturally take care of him."

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冯宝宝蹲在角落里，手里拿着一根冰棍，舔了一口，面无表情地说：「你们说的是上次把狗娃子揍了那个人哇？我今天看到他们逛街了。」

Xu Xiang, Xu San, and Xu Si all looked at her.

Xu Xiang: "————Ah Wu, that was a friendly spar, not a beating."

Feng Baobao scratched her head: "Oh. I saw them shopping today."

Xu San was extremely nervous: "Baby, did they spot you?"

Feng Baobao shook her head: "No. Gouwazi told me not to run around, so I hid and watched."

Xu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief: "Actually, A Wu and Cheng Mo had met before, but there was nothing to it. It's just that there are too many people from Quanxing, so it's inconvenient."

Feng Baobao tilted her head and thought for a moment: "I don't really know, what's so inconvenient about having too many Quanxing people? Wouldn't it be more convenient if we buried them all?"

The corners of the mouths of the three Xu family members twitched simultaneously.

Xu Si quickly waved his hand: "Baby, you'd better not do anything reckless."

Xu San nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, please don't do anything reckless."

Xu Xiang picked up his teacup and took a sip: "It seems that the Quanxing group will leave soon, so there's no need for us to cause any unnecessary trouble."

Feng Baobao said "Oh" and continued licking her popsicle.

The next day, dawn broke.

After having breakfast, Cheng Mo and his group checked out of the hotel.

As they walked out of the hotel, Cheng Mo turned to Xia He and said, "Be careful on the road. Those Quanxing guys will probably come back again."

Xia He gave an OK sign and smiled confidently: "Don't worry, little Taoist priest, I'm not the same person I used to be."

Lü Huan clenched her little fists to encourage him: "Brother Cheng, you go ahead. My sister and I will definitely be able to protect Grandpa Zizhong."

Wang Zizhong gave a wry smile: "I've really become a burden."

Cheng Mo smiled, waved, and turned to walk out of the hotel.

Xia He pulled Lü Huan and Wang Zizhong in another direction.

Several meters underground in the hotel, Zhang Kun squatted in the soil, surrounded by flowing rocks and soil that were as soft as water in his hands, and could easily create a passage by moving them around.

He sensed the movement above and felt a surge of excitement.

"I didn't expect this guy to separate from the others; that saves me some trouble." Zhang Kun grinned like a salted fish. "Even with him around, I could still steal that girl away; now it's even easier!"

Zhang Kun moved with ease underground, the soil and rocks parting automatically in front of him, flowing as smoothly as water.

He is an earth-dwelling immortal, a king in the underground realm. No one can capture him underground, no one can stop him underground.

He can appear out of nowhere at any time, drag someone into the ground, and then calmly leave, as long as he wants.

"Once I capture that little girl and learn the Dual Hands technique, I'll see who can stand against me," Zhang Kun thought smugly, speeding up his pace.

Then he hit a brick wall.

The rock and soil, which were originally soft as water, suddenly became incredibly hard, binding his body tightly like a block of iron.

Zhang Kun paused for a moment, then tried again.

The breath was circulating, but the surrounding soil remained completely still.

Zhang Kun's expression changed completely—unfortunately, no one underground could see it.

"What's going on?!"

He desperately tried to break through the hard soil, but the more he struggled, the tighter the surrounding soil became, as if an invisible hand was gripping him tightly.

Zhang Kun was stuck on the ground, unable to move, his face turning from red to white, and then from white to purple.

"Cheng Mo—it must be that Cheng Mo—how could he know I was down there?!"

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Zhang Kun gritted his teeth, feeling both shocked and angry. He looked up, but all he saw was darkness.