Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 76 You Scoundrel, Why Are You Being So Nagging?

The middle-aged man leading the group smiled, stepped aside, and pressed his back against the inner rock wall, gesturing for his men to do the same. Then he spoke, "Gentlemen—"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Zhenqiu preemptively slid forward, his back pressed against the rock face, a ridiculously bright smile spreading across his face. He interrupted, "Brothers and sisters, you go first~ We'll wait a bit~"

Since they were all strangers, no one wanted to put themselves in danger.

The man's smile froze for a moment, then he quickly regained his composure and said politely, "They say the downhill should let the uphill go first, so let the younger brothers and sisters go up first. We're not in a hurry."

Wang Zhenqiu's smile remained unchanged: "We should respect the elderly and care for the young! I see there are not only older brothers and sisters up there, but also uncles and aunts. That one looks like—"

His gaze swept over a deeply wrinkled man in the group. "Should I call him Grandpa? Perhaps you all should get down first; safety first."

The man Wang Zhenqiu pointed at and told him to call him "grandpa" immediately turned pale and said gruffly, "I'm a post-80s generation!"

Wang Zhenqiu's eyes widened in surprise: "A post-80s generation? Doesn't look like it."

The man paused for two seconds, then managed to utter, "Those born in the 1980s went to middle school."

Wang Zhenqiu exclaimed "Oh!" as if suddenly realizing something, "Then it's not wrong for me to call you Grandpa. My seventh maternal uncle was also born in the 1980s and went to middle school."

The people opposite: "————"

The two sides remained deadlocked on the narrow road, and time ticked by.

The smiles on the faces of the group above grew increasingly strained, while Wang Zhenqiu remained all smiles, even humming a little tune.

A younger man in the opposite group grew impatient and said, "Since you're being so modest, why don't you go down first? There's a small platform not far down; it's big enough for both of us to dance on."

Wang Zhenqiu readily agreed: "No problem! We just took pictures on that platform!" He turned to give Cheng Mo and Xia He a wink.

Cheng Mo was speechless. He had been quite interested in seeing how Wang Zhenqiu would use his shamelessness to force the other party to back down, but he didn't expect this scoundrel to back down first: "You scoundrel, you're really getting worse and worse. You're always afraid of this and that when you're climbing mountains?"

Wang Zhenqiu laughed: "How can this be the same? Where are we now? Deep in the mountains! What are we here for?"

His implication was quite clear: they were looking for the Medicine Immortal Society. At this point, who knew if the people they encountered were members of the Medicine Immortal Society? Entrusting their safety to these people would be asking for trouble.

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Mo had already moved. He walked steadily, swinging his arms, as if he were walking in his own backyard, heading straight towards the group of people clinging to the rock wall above.

The group above instinctively pressed their bodies against the rock wall, forcing stiff smiles, trying to give this reckless guy as much space as possible.

Cheng Mo walked with steady steps, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his shoulders almost brushing against the chests of the people opposite him.

He walked past everyone, stood at the bend above, looked back, and saw Wang Zhenqiu and Xia He still clinging to the rock wall below like geckos.

Cheng Mo: "Why aren't you two coming up yet?"

Xia He retorted irritably, "I'm not as strong as you!"

Wang Zhenqiu gave her a thumbs-up in agreement.

Cheng Mo was about to say something more when his gaze swept over the group of people below.

Just then, Cheng Mo noticed a dark brown mole behind the left ear, at the edge of his hairline, as one of the young men turned his head to look down at Xia He and the others.

Cheng Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he asked directly, "Hey young man, yes, you, the one with the mole behind your ear, what year were you born?"

The group of people instantly became alert, their eyes all turning towards Cheng Mo.

The young man with a mole behind his ear sharpened his eyes: "Why are you asking that?"

Cheng Mo chuckled: "I suddenly remembered a friend from my childhood who also had a mole behind his left ear. However, he was later abducted, and his family searched for him for many years. They became a little curious when they saw you."

The man who claimed to be a "post-80s middle school student" said in a deep voice, "Ah Liang has lived here since he was a child. He's not your friend. Hurry up and let your two friends come up. Don't waste our time."

"7

"Why don't you guys move aside?" Cheng Mo asked with a smile.

"As locals, shouldn't we contribute to the local tourism industry? If you make way, we'll definitely promote it when we get back. The Shiwan Mountains are perfect for tourism, and the mountain people are warm and hospitable. Your income will also increase, won't it?"

His twisted logic actually sounded somewhat reasonable at first glance, and one or two people in the group did show some hesitation.

Wang Zhenqiu thought to himself: Goodness, this guy can make up even more nonsense than I can!

Despite their hesitation, the locals clearly lacked trust in the promises made by outsiders and remained in a stalemate.

In this situation, the problem is already quite obvious—this group of people are overly cautious, unlike ordinary mountain dwellers.

Of course, it's also possible that past incidents of people falling off cliffs while yielding to others have led them to develop a habit of not yielding.

However, Cheng Mo was more inclined to the former judgment, because when he walked up to them, he sensed clear malice from at least two people.

He was ready to retaliate at that moment, but his opponent held back and didn't give him the chance.

It's all that bastard's fault for being such a coward. If he had used himself as bait, the other side would definitely have been unable to resist making the first move, and wouldn't I have had a reason to "defend myself" and then take them down for interrogation? Cheng Mo thought with some regret.

Wang Zhenqiu, who was pressed against the cliff face, suddenly felt a chill and looked around warily.

"Hey!" Wang Zhenqiu called out, looking up. "We can't keep dragging this out, can we? How about—rock, paper, scissors? Best two out of three, loser concedes the pass?"

"Why make it so complicated?" Cheng Mo said, and actually started walking down.

He's planning to give this group of people another chance.

This time, the other party seized the opportunity.

Just as Cheng Mo turned and passed by the young man named A Liang, who had a mole behind his ear, something unexpected happened!

A fierce glint flashed in Ah Liang's eyes, and he pushed Cheng Mo forcefully, trying to push him off the cliff!

"Little Taoist priest!" Xia He exclaimed, disregarding the danger, and immediately rushed upwards.

Seeing this, Wang Zhenqiu cursed and charged forward. "What the hell? We'll just have to fight!"

However, Cheng Mo noticed the opponent exerting force the moment he did so. He had practiced martial arts at the Liangyi Temple cliff for more than ten years, and his lower body was as stable as a rock. He lowered his waist and hips, rooted himself to the ground, and was nailed to the mountain road.

At the same time, he used his shoulder to deflect the force, and his other hand reached out like an iron clamp, grabbed Ah Liang's wrist that he was pushing, and twisted it in the opposite direction!

"Ah!" The young man cried out in excruciating pain in his wrist.

Cheng Mo clenched his right fist and punched the other man directly in the abdomen!

"Ugh!" Ah Liang's eyes bulged, his stomach churned, and he curled up like a shrimp, instantly losing all strength.