Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 347 Why aren't you making a move?

The other members of Quanxing naturally noticed Cheng Mo's departure.

Some people wanted to follow him, but Cheng Mo disappeared as soon as he left the hotel. They searched for a long time but couldn't find a trace of him, so they had to give up in disappointment.

The rest of the people followed Xia He and a few others.

Xia He held Lü Huan's hand with one hand and protected Wang Zizhong with the other, and the three of them walked along the street towards the train station.

They hadn't gone far when someone suddenly appeared from the side.

Xue Pan leaned against a roadside utility pole, smiling as he looked at Xia He.

Wang Ergou squatted on the steps, holding an apple in his hand, chewing it with a crunching sound.

Several Quanxing members, men and women, young and old, were standing nearby, all staring at Lü Huan with greedy eyes.

Xia He continued walking forward without stopping.

Xue Pan stopped her: "Miss Xia, don't be in such a hurry to leave. Hand that little girl over to us, and we promise not to harm her. Once we've mastered the Dual-Hand Technique, we'll reward you handsomely."

Wang Ergou stood up from the steps and threw the apple core on the ground: "Exactly. Miss Xia, you're a smart woman, you should know what's the most cost-effective way to do it."

The others also gathered around, surrounding Xia He and the other two.

Wang Zizhong's face was gloomy as he shielded Lü Huan by his side.

Lu Huan looked calmly at the people around him.

A faint pink mist rose from Xia He's palm as she asked calmly, "Have you forgotten something?"

Xue Pan's smile remained unchanged: "What is it?"

Xia He waved her hand gently, and the pink mist dispersed, covering an area of ​​five or six meters around her.

Xue Pan suddenly lost the will to fight. Looking at Xia He, he couldn't muster even the slightest bit of hostility.

Xia He said calmly, "Get out of the way."

Xue Pan subconsciously took a step to the side.

Wang Ergou also stepped aside.

In less than a minute, a dozen people stood by the roadside, lined up neatly, their backs straight, yet chattering amongst themselves.

"Miss Xia, what are your orders?"

"Miss Xia, let me help you with your bag!"

"Miss Xia, are you thirsty? I'll go buy you some water!"

Lü Huan's mouth was agape.

Wang Zizhong's steps were a beat slower.

Xia He led them forward without looking back.

The members of Quanxing stood still, watching their retreating figures, and none of them chased after them.

Xue Pan slapped his face hard: "What...what happened to me just now?"

Wang Ergou shrugged and said, "I don't know."

A young man nearby scratched his head and said, "They haven't offended us, why are we stopping them?"

Another middle-aged woman nodded in agreement: "Yes, and that little girl is so young, why should we make things difficult for her?"

The group looked at each other, feeling that they had acted strangely just now, but they couldn't quite put their finger on why.

Xue Pan shook his head: "Forget it, Cheng Mo isn't here anyway, there's no point in us following him."

Wang Ergou nodded: "Yes, the important thing is with the Lü family. Let's go."

The members of Quanxing dispersed.

"Sister, you're amazing!" Lu Huan looked up at Xia He with stars in her eyes.

Xia He smiled and said, "Hehe, it's nothing special, not as good as the little Taoist priest."

Wang Zizhong walked behind, watching the Quanxing people standing foolishly by the roadside, and felt a mix of emotions.

This young couple is both incredibly abnormal.

the other side.

Cheng Mo took a taxi and arrived at the orphanage.

"Mr. Cheng!" Dean Yang walked over quickly, a smile on his face. "What brings you here?"

Cheng Mo greeted him with a smile, "Dean Yang, it's been a long time. I just happened to be passing by and thought I'd drop by to see the children."

Dean Yang held Cheng Mo's hand and thanked him repeatedly: "The children really liked the supplies you donated last time. Especially the school supplies, which came just in time for the start of school and were a great help."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Of course. By the way, how's Zhang Chulan doing lately?"

Dean Yang smiled and said, "He's doing great. That child is very sensible, and his grades are excellent. He was first in his grade again in the midterm exam this semester. The teachers all praise him for being smart, saying that he has effective study methods and will definitely have a bright future."

Cheng Mo nodded: "That's good. What about the other children? Has the orphanage been facing any difficulties lately?"

Dean Yang sighed, "There are definitely difficulties, but it's much better than before. Mr. Xu donates money every month, which is enough for the children's food, clothing, and other necessities. Several kind-hearted people also come to help often, so we're managing."

Cheng Mo nodded, thinking to himself that Xu Xiang, that old man, was quite concerned.

After exchanging a few words, Dean Yang led Cheng Mo toward the playground behind the school.

"Chu Lan should be playing on the playground right now. I'll take you there."

Several children are playing on the playground.

Zhang Chulan was playing hide-and-seek with a few friends. His face was covered in sweat, and his eyes were squinting into slits as he laughed.

You'd never guess this kid had such a heavy heart.

Cheng Mo stood at the edge of the playground and called out, "Chu Lan."

When Zhang Chulan turned around and saw Cheng Mo, his eyes lit up like light bulbs, and he immediately abandoned his other friends and ran over.

"Uncle-Master!"

Zhang Chulan ran incredibly fast, his feet practically spinning like wheels of fire, before plunging headfirst into Cheng Mo's arms.

Cheng Mo smiled and ruffled his hair.

Dean Yang watched from the side, his lips twitching – the relationships among young people these days are really messed up, one minute they're calling each other senior brothers and senior uncles.

"You two chat, I have other things to attend to." Dean Yang tactfully walked away, but after a couple of steps, he turned back. "Mr. Cheng, would you like to stay for dinner later?"

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Dean, you're busy, don't worry about me. I have plans with my friends."

Dean Yang nodded and turned to go back into the building.

Zhang Chulan lifted his head from Cheng Mo's embrace, somewhat disappointed: "Uncle-Master, are you leaving soon?"

Cheng Mo smiled and said, "I just happened to be passing by, so I thought I'd drop by to see you."

Zhang Chulan wasn't disappointed. His uncle was so busy, it was already very kind of him to take the time to come see him.

He held Cheng Mo's hand and began to talk incessantly about what had happened to him recently.

"Uncle-Master, I ranked first in the grade in the midterm exams: 98 in Chinese, 100 in Math, and 97 in English." He counted on his fingers. "The teacher said my essay was particularly well-written and even had me read it aloud in class."

Cheng Mo gave a thumbs up: "I knew Chu Lan, you're the best."

Zhang Chulan chuckled, a mix of pride and anticipation in his voice, and said, "I'm sure I'll do well on the final exams too. My teachers all praised me for being a particularly good student."

Cheng Mo smiled and nodded: "That's right, you're naturally very smart."

Zhang Chulan laughed even harder, reciting several ancient poems to Cheng Mo. If Cheng Mo hadn't interrupted, he could have continued reciting until noon.

Zhang Chulan scratched his head and chuckled, then cautiously asked again, "Uncle-Master, are you really not allowed to stay for lunch?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "I have other things to do."

He took a small round ball out of his pocket, about the size of a billiard ball, with a smooth surface and a faint sheen, and handed it to Zhang Chulan.

"This is for you."

Zhang Chulan took the small round ball, examining it from all angles. Whatever it was, he was delighted, his face beaming with joy: "Thank you, Martial Uncle!"

Cheng Mo smiled and ruffled his hair: "This is called a Devouring Pouch, a magical artifact for storage. You can use it by inputting your information into it."

He pulled Zhang Chulan to a corner of the playground and pointed to a large rock: "Try collecting this."

Zhang Chulan held the small round ball and typed something; the ball lit up briefly.

The large rock vanished into thin air.

Zhang Chulan was stunned. He looked down at the food pouch in his hand, then at the empty ground, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"That's amazing!"

He tried typing it in again.

Whoosh! The big rock reappeared and fell back to its original spot.

Cheng Mo: "If there are things you can't easily show to others, put them in the Devouring Pouch. This can only hold things that have no consciousness. Try using it yourself."

Zhang Chulan played with the food-eating pouch, reluctant to put it down. After a while, the smile on his face faded a little, and he said hesitantly, "But Grandpa won't let me use it."

Cheng Mo patted his shoulder: "Use what I gave you with peace of mind. Also, don't neglect your training. Practice in the morning, noon and evening, just avoid other people."

Zhang Chulan hesitated for a moment: "But Grandpa said—"

Cheng Mo interrupted him: "Don't worry, someone's protecting you."

Zhang Chulan thought Cheng Mo was talking about himself, and tears welled up in his eyes again. He nodded vigorously, holding back his tears.

Looking at him, Cheng Mo felt a pang of emotion. After all, he was still just a child, so easily moved by a few casual words. If it were someone shameless in the future, no amount of effort would make a difference.

He patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder and then took out another pouch and handed it to him: "There are some clothes and snacks in here, as well as a game console. You can share it with your friends."

Zhang Chulan held the food pouch in his arms, his face filled with happiness, his voice slightly choked with emotion: "Thank you, Martial Uncle."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Go back, I'm leaving now."

Zhang Chulan was a little reluctant, but he still took two steps back and waved vigorously, "Goodbye, Martial Uncle!"