Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 356 Brother Zizhong, I'm so sorry.

Cheng Mo patted Lü Ci on the shoulder: "Grandpa Lü, do you still recognize me?"

Lu Ci looked at Cheng Mo, frowned, and thought for a long time: "Who are you? Are you also my great-grandson? You don't look like it. No one in our Lu family is that tall."

Cheng Mo's face darkened: "Old Lu, you've really gotten a good deal."

He cleared his throat and pulled Lü Ci in front of Wang Zizhong: "Have you forgotten? You have Alzheimer's. We specially invited Dr. Wang Zizhong from Jishetang in the capital to treat you."

Lu Ci blinked a few times in confusion, her gaze towards Wang Zizhong gradually shifting from bewilderment to shock, from shock to grief, and from grief to regret.

Then he did something that no one expected.

puff.

Lu Ci knelt straight on the ground, his forehead hitting the grass and creating a dent.

"Brother Zizhong! I'm so sorry!"

Lu Ci raised his head, tears streaming down his face, his snot and tears covering his face.

"It's all my fault, Lü Ci! I'm the one who kidnapped Duanmu Ying and brought her back to Lü Family Village! I'm the one who forced her to have my child! I'm the one who imprisoned her for so many years! I'm the one who caused you two to be separated for a hundred years!"

He slammed his forehead against the ground repeatedly, leaving a crater in the grass.

"I'm not human! I'm a beast! I'm worse than an animal! I'm sorry to you! I'm sorry to Duanmu Ying! I'm sorry to your Duanmu family! I, Lü Ci, deserve to die!"

Wang Zizhong stared blankly at Lü Ci, who was kowtowing profusely before him. He took a half-step to the side, turned to look at Cheng Mo, then at Xia He, and finally at Lü Huan, his face full of confusion and helplessness: "What's wrong with him?"

Lü Huan pursed her lips: "Grandpa Zizhong, Grandpa can now recognize his mistakes."

Wang Zizhong stared blankly at Lü Ci.

Lu Ci was still kowtowing, his forehead was already broken, and blood and dirt were mixed together and smeared all over his face.

"Brother Zizhong! If you're not satisfied, then hit me! Curse me! Kill me, it's all up to you! I, Lü Ci, am no human if I even flinch!"

Wang Zizhong had lived to such an old age and seen all sorts of patients—the insane, the mentally challenged, the amnesiac, the delusional—but this was the first time he had ever seen a man over a hundred years old kneeling before him, kowtowing repeatedly, and crying out, "I'm sorry."

The key point is that just an hour ago, this old man was stubbornly refusing to admit anything.

Wang Zizhong looked at Cheng Mo with a questioning look in his eyes: What exactly is going on?

Cheng Mo patted Wang Zizhong on the shoulder: "Uncle Wang, don't think too much about it. No matter what, Lao Lü has realized his mistake now. From now on, we'll just treat him like an elderly person with Alzheimer's, and find some people to take care of him."

Wang Zizhong remained silent for a long while, then finally sighed and said, "Then let's leave it at that."

Lü Huan nodded: "Great-Grandpa, from now on, you should follow Brother Cheng's arrangements."

Lu Ci raised her head, her face covered in tears, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll listen, I'll listen to everything. Whatever Xiao Huan says, goes."

""

In the distance, the Quanxing members stared in disbelief.

Xue Pan craned his neck, his jaw almost dropping to the ground: "Holy crap, Lü Ci kowtowed to that old man?"

Wang Ergou didn't even notice the sesame seed cake he was holding fell to the ground: "What happened? Weren't we just fighting to the death?"

Zhang Kun poked half his head out of the ground, his eyes wide like copper bells: "This—this is Lü Ci? Lü Ci from the four great families?"

"Lu Ci of the Ten Elders?"

The woman in red covered her mouth, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets: "Could it be that Cheng Mo did something?"

The bald, burly man touched his still-bleeding nose: "Who cares what tricks they used? Lü Ci's been taken care of. Now—"

Let's talk about ambidextrous hands.

""

There was a moment of silence after he said that.

The members of Quanxing looked at each other, discussing who should go up first.

The bald, burly man touched his still-bleeding nose and took a half-step back. The man in the floral shirt bent down to tie his shoelaces, but after thirty seconds he still hadn't finished. The blond-haired man squatted on the ground pretending to pick something up, but after searching for a long time, he found nothing.

"You go first."

"Why should I go? You go."

"You're the senior one, you go."

"You're young, you go."

After much pushing and shoving, everyone's eyes finally fell on Han Dan'er.

Han Dan'er was standing in the middle of the crowd, holding the cloth bag containing the food pouch in his arms. He had a simple and honest smile on his round face and was looking at Cheng Mo in the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

Xue Pan gestured towards Han Dan'er with his lip: "Han Dan'er, aren't you quite familiar with that Taoist Master Cheng? Why don't you go up and ask him?"

Wang Ergou chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes, your master has a good relationship with Tu Junfang, and Tu Junfang has a good relationship with Master Cheng. You're the most suitable person to go up there."

Zhang Kun popped out of the ground, patted the dirt off his clothes, and said, "That's right, your master has always wanted a dual-wielding hand, why don't you go up and ask him for one?"

Han Dan scratched his head and turned to look at Yuan Tao.

Yuan Tao: "————"

He cursed a thousand swear words in his mind.

These bastards, who are usually more arrogant than anyone else, have all cowered away now, leaving this old man to lead the charge.

The key issue is that silly little brat, I dote on him so much, yet he wouldn't give me the things in that bag, and now he remembers his master?!

However, Yuan Tao still liked this disciple, and since he really wanted to master both, he glared at the Quanxing members and said, "You wait here, I'll go scout ahead for you."

Everyone in the Quanxing faction cheered on Old Yuantou.

"Take care, sir."

"You've worked hard."

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"You must come back alive!"

Who said that last sentence?!

Yuan Tao took a deep breath, grabbed Han Dan'er's hand, and mustered her courage to walk up.

"Master Cheng," Yuan Tao forced a smile, his face crinkling with wrinkles, "don't you think it's time to settle things? We've caught the man for you, we've taken care of the matter, and that pair of hands—"

Cheng Mo chuckled and patted Han Dan'er's belly: "Han Dan'er, hurry up and grab your things and run!"

The simpleton was stunned for a moment, then turned and ran.

His round body was surprisingly fast when he ran; his two short legs moved with incredible speed, like a startled hippopotamus, thumping loudly on the grass.

Before Yuan Tao could react, Han Dan'er had already run more than ten meters away.

"What do you mean?!" Yuan Tao exclaimed in shock and anger, turning to glare at Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo looked at him with a smile: "Take a look at Lao Lü first, and then think about what tone you want to use when you talk to me."

Yuan Tao's face turned a deep purplish-red, her lips trembled slightly, and she turned to chase after Han Dan'er.

"You idiot! Stop right there!"

As Yuan Tao and Han Dan'er went far away, some of the Quanxing members also went after them.

Xia He asked, puzzled, "Little Taoist priest, what are you doing?"

Cheng Mo countered with a question: "Little He Miao, do you know why Na Du Tong keeps those Quan Xing guys around?"

Xia He thought for a moment: "Didn't you say that there always has to be a trash can to collect trash in this world? If we don't leave Quanxing, we still need other trash cans."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Yes, that's what NaDuTong thinks. But why can't they clean up the trash regularly, use a smaller trash can, and empty it out more often?"

Xia He hesitated slightly: "Not enough manpower?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "There aren't only superhumans in Na Du Tong, but also many ordinary people with relevant skills. As long as they are equipped with the right weapons and given the corresponding tactical training, ordinary superhumans can be taken down in groups of three to five. It's not a matter of numbers at all."

Xia He frowned: "Why is that?"

Cheng Mo held up two fingers: "I guess there are probably two reasons. One is that they're keeping bandits around to maintain their own prestige. Without these troublemaking superhumans, how can 'All-Knowing' demonstrate its professionalism and importance?"

Xia He's lips twitched: "Uh—it's not nice of you to say that about Chairman Zhao."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "This isn't just Lao Zhao's problem, or rather, even if Lao Zhao sees it, he can't change it. Because this concerns the entire company's livelihood, and it's also related to so-called stability."

Xia He asked, "What's the other reason?"

"Cheng Mo was about to speak when he glanced around and saw that the entire Quanxing group had run away."