Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 355 Good Man Lü Ci?

Lu Huan scoffed: "Even if a person's child is not born of love, or even if it's born out of mutual benefit, it's still a product of desire. Great-Grandpa, what do you think we are?"

"We are simply Grandma's hatred for you, and her self-loathing and self-torture. Is there anything more twisted than this, Grandpa?"

Cheng Mo patted Lü Huan on the shoulder: "Huanhuan, you can't say that. Your grandfather and his siblings are indeed very twisted, but your father and you are all normal people. It comes from love and the exchange of benefits."

Lü Huan looked up at Cheng Mo, her face contorted with pain.

It can only be said that Lü Ci is indeed Lü Ci, as he only paused for a moment before realizing what was happening.

He rushed forward and hugged Lü Huan, his voice hoarse and urgent: "Xiao Huan, Grandpa was a beast. Yes, all those beastly things he did before were done by Grandpa, and had nothing to do with you. You're a good person, your suffering proves that you have a kind heart."

Lü Huan turned to look at Lü Ci, his expression even more sorrowful.

Lu Ci tightened his grip on her arm: "Remember this, all the disgusting things were done by our great-grandfather. It was wrong of him to burden you descendants with such disgusting memories for the sake of this legacy. But you are all innocent, and none of this has anything to do with you!"

He spoke with such sincerity that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Grandpa is no longer qualified to lead the Lü family forward. But Grandpa will help you; you will be the head of the Lü family sooner or later. No matter what, Xiao Huan, you must not hurt your family. Whatever you want Grandpa to do with them in the future, Grandpa will listen to you, Xiao Huan!"

Lu Ci's voice trembled, his eyes were red, and his face was covered in snot and tears.

Lu Huan broke free from Lu Ci's hand, took two steps back, and turned to look at Wang Zizhong: "Grandpa Zizhong, you decide how to deal with my great-grandfather."

Lü Ci was visibly shaken: "!!"

He looked at Wang Zizhong, the doctor he had never taken seriously.

Wang Zizhong stood still and took a deep breath.

He looked at Lü Ci, and Lü Ci looked at him.

A doctor, an enemy.

Wang Zizhong's hands were trembling, not from fear, but from a mixture of anger and sorrow that made it hard for him to breathe.

He remembered Duanmu Ying's smile, her busy figure in the Jishetang Hospital wearing a white coat, the way she squinted her eyes while sitting in the courtyard basking in the sun, and the look in her eyes when she looked back at him for the last time she left Jishetang Hospital.

But he was a doctor, practicing medicine since he was twenty, saving countless lives. He had witnessed life and death, and human tragedies, but he never imagined that one day he would stand before his enemy and decide his fate.

He wanted Lü Ci to experience imprisonment, to be locked up and never see the light of day again.

He wanted Lü Ci to taste the bitterness of losing his beloved, to destroy the Lü family he cared about most, and to make him watch his life's work crumble bit by bit. He wanted to beat Lü Ci with his own hands, punching him again and again until his hands broke.

But he couldn't do it.

His hands are for taking pulses, not for hitting people. His heart is for saving lives, not for hating people.

Wang Zizhong closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were red-rimmed, but his gaze was much calmer.

"Lu Ci, I have saved many people in my life. Good people, bad people, rich people, poor people, old people, and children. When I save them, I don't look at who they are, I only look at whether they need to be saved. So, Lu Ci—"

"I will have Xiao Huan cleanse your memory, clearing all the filth from your mind. I will turn you into a kind-hearted elderly person who will dedicate all the rest of your time to helping others."

He paused for a moment: "This is the best revenge I can think of as a doctor, to make you a good person."

Lü Huan looked at Wang Zizhong with teary eyes: "Thank you, Grandpa Zizhong, I— Waaah!"

She threw herself into Wang Zizhong's arms, crying uncontrollably.

Wang Zizhong stroked her head and gently patted her back: "Don't cry, be good, don't cry."

Cheng Mo patted Lü Ci on the shoulder: "Old Lü, I think you should kowtow to Uncle Wang, tsk tsk."

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Lu Ci's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Did Duanmu Ying consider her family when she became sworn brothers with the Quanxing heretic? Doesn't she know who the Quanxing are? Doesn't she know that this will implicate her family?"

Cheng Mo laughed: "Oh, so you're saying it's all Duanmu Ying's fault, and you, Old Lü, are ridding the people of a scourge?"

Lu Ci stiffened his neck, his face full of disdain.

Cheng Mo waved to Lü Huan: "Huanhuan, hurry up and come here. With your great-grandfather like this, it's pointless to say anything."

Lü Huan lifted her head from Wang Zizhong's embrace, wiped away her tears, and walked towards Lü Ci.

Lu Ci looked at Lu Huan, his expression changing rapidly from anger to sadness, then from sadness to kindness, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a child: "Come on, Huanhuan, do what you should do. It's all Grandpa's fault."

Cheng Mo frowned: "Damn, he really lives up to his reputation as a mad dog."

Xia He couldn't help but exclaim, "How can a person be so shameless?"

Wang Zizhong was trembling all over, his lips quivered several times, and he couldn't say a word.

Lu Huan said softly, "Grandpa, don't worry, the Double-Handed Technique will disappear from our family. Afterwards, I'll have Brother Cheng help me destroy the genes in my body. I think Brother Cheng can definitely do it."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Of course, this kind of small thing can be taken care of in no time."

Lu Ci's face turned pale instantly, then green, then purple: "Xiao Huan! You can't do this! Cheng Mo! If you dare to do this, I'll kill you!"

Cheng Mo scoffed, "Don't tell me you don't remember this. Even if you do, then come on over. You'll add another case of self-defense for me, and then you'll end up like Chen Jinkui."

Lu Ci wanted to speak, but Lu Huan had already pressed his head down.

A blue Qi hand rose from her palm, its five fingers clearly visible with distinct joints, like a real hand, gently pressing on Lü Ci's temple.

The stream rushed in.

Lu Ci's face immediately turned ferocious, veins bulged on his forehead, and blood vessels on his temples bulged out like earthworms.

But he still tried to speak calmly to Lü Huan: "Xiao Huan, you must not give up on yourself. It's all Grandpa's fault. Your blood isn't dirty. Every drop of blood in our Lü family is precious. It's all Grandpa's problem. Let everything end with Grandpa, Xiao Huan."

Lu Ci could no longer speak.

His mouth was open, his tongue moving wildly inside, but he couldn't utter a single word. Blue flames swirled around his head, like tiny snakes burrowing into his temples, between his eyebrows, and the back of his head. His face was contorted in a grimace, veins bulging, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Lü Huan's forehead; this time it wasn't an act.

Even though Lü Ci tried his best to cooperate with Lü Huan, Mad Dog's willpower was not something he could relax at will. It was something ingrained in his bones, an instinct he had developed over a hundred years of life, and a steel-like spirit he had forged in countless life-and-death battles.

Lü Huan felt like he was using a small knife to carve a piece of stubborn iron into Lü Ci's head. Each stroke required all his strength, but he could only carve a shallow mark.

Cheng Mo walked behind Lü Ci and placed his hand on the top of Lü Ci's head. He exhaled Qi from his palm, and the Qi flowed into Lü Ci's Baihui acupoint, traveled down the meridians, passed through the whole body, and finally gathered in the Dantian.

Lu Ci's internal energy seemed to be choked, and instantly weakened.

With Lü Huan's pressure greatly reduced, Lan Shou made a deep run into the enemy.

Lu Ci's resistance grew weaker and weaker, like an engine that had stalled, and finally came to a complete stop.

Lü Huan finally completed the revision of his understanding of Lü Ci.

She withdrew her hand, took two steps back, and swayed slightly. Xia He quickly steadied her and took out a tissue to wipe her sweat.

Cheng Mosong dismissed Lü Ci.

Lu Ci stood on the grass, his old eyes wide with confusion.

He looked at Lü Huan, then at Xia He, then at Cheng Mo, and finally his gaze settled on Lü Huan's face: "Xiao Huan? What are you doing here? Didn't you go to town to play?"

His memory is stuck on an ordinary afternoon.

Lü Huan stared blankly at Lü Ci.

Xia He gently hugged Lü Huan, wiped her sweat, and whispered, "It's alright, it's alright."

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