Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 363 Master and Uncle-Master Mixed Doubles

Cheng Huihui had just grinned when she heard the second half of Cheng Mo's sentence, and her smile froze instantly. Her mouth pursed, and she stopped wagging her tail.

"How can you talk like that? Are you so eager for your uncle to leave?"

Xia He suppressed a laugh and pulled the little ones to the side, whispering as they walked, "Come on, let's go to the back mountain to see the chickens, so that our senior brother and uncle can have a good chat."

Xia He glanced back at Cheng Mo, her eyes conveying the message: "Good luck to you."

Cheng Mo watched Xia He's figure disappear around the corner before turning around, rubbing his hands together, and chuckling twice: "Uncle-Master, that's not what I meant."

Cheng Huihui looked up at Cheng Mo: "Oh? Then what do you mean?"

"I thought you went back with Erzhuang." Cheng Mo scratched his head. "So Erzhuang went back alone?"

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Cheng Huihui snorted, "We'll put her on the plane, and Xiao Gao will pick her up when she arrives." He stretched out his paws and counted them one by one, "Security check, boarding, landing, picking her up—the whole process was clear and straightforward. Why can't Er Zhuang go back?"

Cheng Mo nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you're right."

Cheng Huihui wagged its tail, about to say something.

Cheng Mo added, "So when are you planning to go back?"

Cheng Huihui's tail froze instantly, like a frozen stick, standing motionless in mid-air.

"You brat!" Cheng Huihui jumped up and slapped Cheng Mo's thigh with his paw. "Are you trying to kick me out?! When I was living in this temple, your master wasn't even born yet!"

Cheng Mo rubbed his calf, grimacing. This old man has a really strong grip.

"Grey, what you're saying isn't right."

Cheng Shou's voice drifted over slowly. The old Taoist priest walked in through the side door with his hands behind his back. He was wearing the old Taoist robe that had been washed until it was faded, and he was wearing a pair of straw sandals. His trousers were rolled up to his knees, and his calves were still covered in mud. He had a few chicken feathers on his head.

He walked into the yard, took the chicken feathers off his head and threw them away, looking at Cheng Huihui: "I wasn't even born back then, but that doesn't mean you can remember anything."

Cheng Huihui:

The mouse's face was indistinct, but its whiskers were trembling violently, and its tail was slapping loudly.

"I was talking to this brat about him wanting to kick me off the mountain," Cheng Huihui pointed at Cheng Mo, "Don't interfere!"

Cheng Shou looked at Cheng Mo and raised an eyebrow: "Oh, the brat's back."

He wiped his muddy hands on his Taoist robe, walked over to Cheng Mo with his hands behind his back, and looked him up and down: "What, you want to climb the ranks?"

Cheng Mo's lips twitched: "—With this run-down Taoist temple of ours, would I be crazy enough to want to rise to power?"

Cheng Shou and Cheng Huihui said in unison, "What did you say, you brat?"

Both the man and the rat had unfriendly expressions. Cheng Shou squinted, and Cheng Huihui stood up, their auras pressing down like two mountains.

Cheng Mo took a half step back and raised his hands: "What, you two want to team doubles?"

Cheng Shou took two steps forward, and Cheng Huihui jumped down from the steps, flanking Cheng Mo on the left and right.

Cheng Shou stroked his beard: "I heard you beat up Lü Ci and turned Lü Family Village upside down. Your methods are getting more and more ruthless."

Cheng Mo raised an eyebrow: "Is Master trying to give me a warning?"

Cheng Huihui snorted and crossed his arms, saying, "You brat, you've been too arrogant lately. You can't act like that!"

Cheng Mo rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his arms before realizing he was wearing short sleeves, revealing his bare arms, and his pose was ruined.

He simply tucked the hem of his short-sleeved shirt into his waistband, struck a pose, and beckoned to the two old men with his finger.

"Come here!"

The courtyard was silent for a second.

Cheng Shou's lips slowly parted into a meaningful smile.

Cheng Huihui's beard twitched, and his tail swished loudly.

"Alright." Cheng Shou cracked his wrists a few times. "Then let your master see just how much skill you've acquired while you've been out there."

Cheng Huihui rolled up his sleeves, revealing his furry rat-like arms, his paws opening and closing.

"You brat, don't blame your uncle for not warning you," Cheng Huihui squatted down in a horse stance, his body sinking slightly, "and there won't be anyone to comfort you if you cry later."

"Enough talk, let's get started."

Array patterns appeared beneath Cheng Mo's feet, spreading outwards. The power of the five elements circulated around him, making the air thicken.

Cheng Shou took a step forward, and his whole body floated up like a falling leaf. His body was still standing in place, but a semi-transparent phantom rose from above his head, and his spirit left his body.

The Yang spirit solidified in the air, transforming into a figure identical to Cheng Shou, dressed in a Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, and bright eyes. The Yang spirit swooped down from the air and struck Cheng Mo on the head with a palm.

Cheng Mo clasped his hands together, and an earthen wall rose from the ground, blocking his head. Yang Shen's palm struck the earthen wall, causing it to explode and scatter debris everywhere.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cheng Huihui rushed up, flipped in the air, and lashed out at Cheng Mo's calf like a whip with its tail.

Cheng Mo jumped up, its tail sweeping across his feet and striking the bluestone slab, cracking it open.

Before he even landed, Cheng Huihui shrank back and grabbed Cheng Mo's waistband with her claws.

The belt snapped and the pants slipped down.

Cheng Mo was shocked. Holding up his pants with one hand, he twisted in mid-air and kicked at Cheng Huihui's head. Cheng Huihui tilted his head, grabbed Cheng Mo's ankle with his claws, and pulled hard.

Cheng Mo lost his balance and fell to the ground. He braced himself with his hands, did a front flip to stand up, and the array patterns on the soles of his feet spread out again. The power of fire surged from his palms and transformed into a fire snake that pounced on Cheng Huihui.

Cheng Huihui pushed off the ground with his hind legs, his body springing backward. The fire snake grazed past him, scorching a few whiskers. He landed on the ground, patted his face with his front paws to brush off the scorched whiskers, and then charged forward again.

Cheng Shou's Yang spirit also attacked from the side, his palm like a knife, slashing towards Cheng Mo's neck.

Cheng Mo dodged Cheng Huihui's lunge by the side, raising his hand to block Yang Shen's palm. Yang Shen's palm collided with his own.

It started, making a dull sound.

Before Cheng Mo could catch his breath, Cheng Huihui pounced on him again, using both front paws to grab, pat, sweep, and flick, unleashing a series of attacks that were impenetrable.

Cheng Mo parried and retreated simultaneously, the array patterns beneath his feet continuously expanding, alternating between the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Earthen wall,

Water curtains, fire snakes, golden blades, wooden vines—all sorts of spells were thrown out like they were free.

But Cheng Shou and Cheng Huihui were too well-coordinated. Yang Shen held the enemy back in the air, while Cheng Huihui launched a fierce attack on the ground. One attacked from the top three routes, and the other attacked from the bottom three routes. Cheng Mo could only defend his head and not his feet.

In less than ten rounds, Cheng Shou attacked from the front, striking Cheng Mo's face with a palm. Cheng Mo dodged to the side, but Cheng Shou's palm changed from a strike to a grab, locking onto Cheng Mo's shoulder. At the same time, Cheng Huihui grabbed Cheng Mo's ankle.

The two exerted force simultaneously, throwing Cheng Mo away.

Cheng Mo somersaulted three times in the air before crashing into the courtyard wall, shattering several bricks and sending dust flying.

He climbed out of the wall, dusted himself off, and noticed his pants had slipped down a bit, so he quickly pulled them up.

"That's it?" Cheng Shou's spirit floated in the air, smiling as he looked at him.

Cheng Huihui squatted down beside him, wagging its tail rapidly, and said smugly, "You brat, still so arrogant?"

"Again!" Cheng Mo tied his pants in a tight knot and got back into position.

Cheng Shou and Cheng Huihui exchanged a glance, nodded simultaneously, and attacked again.

The power of the five elements circulated wildly around Cheng Mo.

The five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth intertwine to form a large net, covering the entire courtyard.

Fireballs, ice blades, stone spikes, wind blades, and wooden vines rained down on Cheng Shou and Cheng Huihui.

Cheng Shou swung his hands in rapid succession, his palm strikes as sharp as knives, cleaving fireballs, shattering ice blades, snapping stone spikes, deflecting wind blades, and scattering wooden vines. The old Taoist priest moved with ease through the Five Elements Net, his movements graceful and fluid, each palm strike perfectly timed.

Cheng Huihui was even more ferocious. His short body charged wildly through the power of the five elements. With a wave of his claws, a cold light flashed, shattering fireballs, breaking ice blades, cracking stone spikes, and even tearing wooden vines in half with a single claw.

Cheng Mo struggled more and more as the fight progressed.

These two old geezers are working together too well. Before the spell could even take shape, Cheng Shou's palm was already there; just as they dodged Cheng Shou's palm, Cheng Huihui's claws arrived; just as they dodged Cheng Huihui's claws, Cheng Shou's palm was already there.

Five rounds later, Cheng Mo was kicked in the butt by Cheng Shou, sending him flying. He landed on the ground and did three backflips to create distance.

"If you come again, I won't be polite!"

Cheng Shou's Yang Spirit raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Then you shouldn't be so polite."

Cheng Huihui wagged its tail, paws on its hips: "Bring it on, you brat!"