Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 79 Feigning Compliance (Please Subscribe)

The village chief stood at his own door, watching those people push open the doors of each house, choose a room that looked good to put their bags down, and shoo the original owner of the body to a side room as if he were a guest.

His lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Call the police?

In this village, how many people can withstand scrutiny?

These people are naturally from the Medicine Immortal Society.

As for why the Medicine Immortal would come here—

It's because they were pushed too hard by everyone.

After one of their strongholds was taken down last time, NaToTong not only did not slow down, but instead deployed more manpower to conduct a large-scale search.

The higher-ups of the Medicine Immortal Society could no longer sit still. If they didn't take action soon, the two silent strongholds would be trapped there. Even if Na Du Tong didn't find them, they would starve to death in the strongholds.

The higher-ups of the Medicine Immortal Society held another meeting and decided to implement another plan, dispersing the personnel to various villages.

One of the strongholds chose this village. As for why they chose it?

Sigh, isn't it obvious?

This village often sends children and women to the Medicine Fairy Society, allowing them to exert pressure at will without worrying about these scoundrels calling the police. If they did, all the scoundrels in the village would be finished off along with them.

So the members of the Medicine Immortal Society settled down there.

The grain drying ground was requisitioned, and several Gu masters sat cross-legged in the center of the ground, closing their eyes to rest.

The things they brought were piled up at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and villagers peeked out from their own doorways before retreating back inside.

No one dared to speak.

In a corner of the threshing ground, a group of children huddled together.

They were all around four or five years old. They didn't cry or make a fuss; their eyes were wide open, staring at some unknown spot on the ground.

They dared not run, dared not shout, and dared not even breathe loudly. They stood in the shadows by the threshing ground, like a group of forgotten objects.

The first thing Cheng Mo saw when he stepped into the village was this group of children.

He stopped and frowned.

The villagers saw them too.

The people sitting cross-legged on the threshing ground all opened their eyes at once.

A middle-aged man in a gray cotton-padded jacket stood up, strolled over, and said with a smile, "What brings you handsome men and beautiful women to our village?"

His gaze swept over the three faces, landing on Wang Zhenqiu's blond hair, and his smile deepened.

Wang Zhenqiu smiled even more broadly than him: "We came here as tourists to experience the local culture. We just met some villagers who recommended that we come and take a look."

The gray-clad man's eyes twitched slightly.

He knew that many villagers often went out to work, and that they were probably planning to use these people as hostages to trick them into being disposed of.

The three people in front of me are a man of good looks and two women who are strikingly beautiful—normally, they would all be top-notch talents.

The man in gray cursed inwardly.

Of course, it's now.

The people from Na Du Tong were tearing each other apart like mad dogs in the vicinity. Their stronghold was sealed off and supplies were cut off, forcing them to disperse and settle in various villages.

At this point, things could get complicated. If the families of these people call the police, everyone could follow the trail and investigate.

The man in gray looked troubled and rubbed his hands together. "You've come at an inopportune time. The village is holding a major sacrificial ceremony in the next couple of days, and according to old customs, outsiders are not allowed to enter the village."

He also made a special apology: "Those young people who went out didn't know the old customs of the village. I'm really sorry for introducing you here."

Wang Zhenqiu's eyes lit up: "A sacrificial ceremony? That's great! Uncle, you don't know, our school needs to write a social investigation paper, and I'm really struggling to come up with a topic! If I could observe your sacrificial ceremony in person, I could definitely write a paper that amazes the whole school, and I might even get a guaranteed admission!"

The gray-clad man's smile froze for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Since you insist on seeking death, then I'll grant your wish.

He then put on a clean backstage. These are tourists from out of town visiting the mountains; if a few disappear, no one will even notice. He put on a smiling face again: "Since you're all so interested, it would seem like I'm being stingy to refuse. This is also a good opportunity to promote our local culture and boost tourism."

He paused for a moment, then said, "However, let me make it clear beforehand that there are strict rules during the sacrificial ceremony, so please do not wander around or move about."

Wang Zhenqiu thumped his chest loudly: "Don't worry, uncle, we're the most law-abiding. We promise to behave ourselves and won't cause you any trouble!"

Xia He nudged Cheng Mo with her elbow: "With the golden retriever around, we can really relax."

Cheng Moshen agreed. With Wang Zhenqiu leading the charge, he and Xia He only needed to be two obedient wallflowers.

The man in gray led the three of them into the village with a smile, stopping in front of a wooden house that looked fairly tidy.

"Before the sacrificial ceremony, our clansmen all have a meal at their own homes to show respect to heaven, earth and ancestors."

If you don't mind, please feel free to use some of what I have.

Wang Zhenqiu quickly waved his hand: "Wouldn't that break your rules? Let's not eat, let's just rest in the room."

The man in gray waved his hand generously, saying, "It's not a bad custom to entertain guests before the ceremony begins, so don't be shy."

"No, no, we promised not to cause trouble, so we can't break the rules. Uncles, just treat us like trees by the roadside or tigers in the mountains. Go about your business and don't worry about us."

Wang Zhenqiu shook his head vigorously; he had no intention of eating what these people had prepared.

The gray-clad man's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "You gentlemen are truly—too particular. We'll respect your wishes then. However, the ceremony will take a long time, almost half a day in total. Aren't you hungry since you haven't eaten anything?"

Wang Zhenqiu pulled a bag of jujubes and oranges from his backpack and proudly waved it around: "We've prepared plenty of fruit, enough to eat."

The man in gray nodded: "Please have a seat, everyone. I'll go prepare the sacrificial implements."

Wang Zhenqiu waved with a smile, "Uncle, you don't need to be so polite. Go ahead and do what you need to do. We can just stay here by ourselves."

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The man in gray turned around, his face immediately darkening.

He strode out the door and gestured towards the outside of the courtyard.

Soon, several figures approached from different directions and followed him quickly toward another house in the west of the village.

The door closed.

"Find an opportunity to take care of those three people," the gray-clad man said in a low voice, "be silent and leave no trace."

Everyone nodded and dispersed.

Inside the room, Xia He was leaning against the window, peering out through the window.

"These people look weird," she frowned. "Something just doesn't feel right."

Wang Zhenqiu leaned against the table, legs crossed: "There aren't many good people in this village. If we come in, we'll definitely alert them."

Xia He turned around: "Do you think they might be plotting how to deal with us?"

Wang Zhenqiu nodded matter-of-factly: "Of course, I would have to discuss it with them too."

He turned to Cheng Mo, who had remained silent, and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Cheng Mo was staring intently at a rough pottery teacup on the table when he heard this, he looked up and said, "I suspect these people are from the Medicine Immortal Society."

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Wang Zhenqiu almost slipped off his chair.