Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 83 There are no good people in the village

Cheng Mo ignored Wang Zhenqiu and rushed back to the kitchen.

The fire on the stove was still burning, and the stir-fried cured pork and cabbage in the pot had just been cooked through.

He threw in the whole piece of uncut cured meat next to him, along with the bunch of greens the villagers had given him. After thinking for a moment, he picked up a jar of pickled vegetables from the corner of the wall, opened it, and poured it into the pot.

Who cares what it is, as long as it's not poisonous.

The spatula was swung around with a whooshing sound, and oil splattered everywhere.

Five minutes later, the stir-fry was ready, and two large bowls of steaming hot mixed vegetables were served.

When Cheng Mo came out with the basin, Wang Zhenqiu had already distributed the fruit and snacks to the children.

The children held the food, but dared not eat it.

A little boy was holding an orange, digging his fingernails into the peel and leaving a crescent-shaped mark, but he still didn't dare to put it in his mouth.

Wang Zhenqiu squatted down in front of him, peeled an orange, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it until juice splashed everywhere: "See, it's edible, and not poisonous."

The little boy looked at him for three seconds, then lowered his head and stuffed the orange into his mouth.

Wang Zhenqiu picked up another piece of walnut pastry, broke it in half, ate one half himself, and handed the other half to a little girl next to him.

The little girl took it and took a very small bite.

Cheng Mo put the vegetable basin on the ground: "Qiu'er, go help Xia He channel her Qi, I'll take care of this."

Without a word, Wang Zhenqiu handed the things to Cheng Mo and got up to walk towards Xia He.

Cheng Mo took over the feeding work.

He squatted down among the children, pulled the vegetable basin closer, and held a rough porcelain bowl he had taken from the kitchen. He picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and fed it to the child.

Some children opened their mouths and ate.

Some children stared at the bowl without moving their bodies.

Cheng Mo put the food in a bowl, handed it to the children, and let them hold it and eat it themselves.

He moved quickly and steadily, handing out bowl after bowl.

Wang Zhenqiu squatted down next to Xia He, placed one hand on the back of another child, and started losing.

Xia He had already finished inflicting the poison on two children and was pressing on the back of the third child, her face a little pale: "This one is more difficult to deal with than the last one. The Gu inside him is draining my Qi."

Wang Zhenqiu was losing with one hand, while taking out a piece of fruit candy from his pocket with the other, unwrapping it, and stuffing it into the child's mouth.

"Suck it slowly, don't swallow it too fast," he muttered. "This candy is my secret stash; I don't usually eat it."

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Xia He's forehead was beaded with sweat, and she fell silent.

The scene was completely chaotic.

As soon as Cheng Mo finished feeding a bowl of rice, another child curled up in a ball, clutching his stomach.

He put down his bowl, ran over, grabbed the child, and pulled him to a breezy spot. Turning to Wang Zhenqiu, he shouted, "Have you finished losing over there?"

Wang Zhenqiu didn't even turn his head: "That's quick, thirty seconds!"

Xia He had already lost the fourth child and was about to move towards the fifth child when her legs went numb from squatting. She sat down on the ground with a thud, her hands still supporting her on the child's back.

Cheng Mo pulled her up and went to get the pot.

He carried the pot around as he fed the children, scooping a spoonful for each child he stopped in front of.

Suddenly, he paused and turned to look at where the children were gathered.

wrong.

Why are these children gathered together?

The Medicine Fairy would make them stand still and not move, and they would really stand still, one after another, almost touching each other.

A thought suddenly flashed through Cheng Mo's mind.

The Medicine Immortal Society cultivates Gu-bodied Saint Children by keeping these children together, allowing them to absorb each other's scattered Gu poison. The weak die under the oppression of the strong, while the strong grow stronger, and the one who survives in the end becomes the perfect vessel.

So now these children are standing so close together, aren't they just repeating this process?

The poison within their bodies attracts and devours each other, with the stronger suppressing the weaker, causing the weaker to slowly die.

Cheng Mo immediately put down the pot: "Separate them, keep them at least five meters apart, don't let them get too close."

Xia He was taken aback: "Huh?"

Wang Zhenqiu reacted quickly, picking up the child in front of him and walking to the side.

The three of them started frantically moving the child.

Cheng Mo picked it up with both hands, carried it to the open ground like a flowerpot, placed it securely, and then went back to carry the next one.

Xia He simply picked up the child, carrying him along with her, and moved him two meters while channeling her Qi into him. Then she put him down and continued channeling her Qi.

Wang Zhenqiu went even further, pulling out three lollipops and, like a traffic controller, using one to lead the child on the left to the east and another to lead the child on the right to the west.

A child ignored the candy in his hand and stared intently at the bruises on his face that hadn't faded yet.

Wang Zhenqiu leaned closer: "This? This is a hero's medal, do you understand?"

Children don't understand.

But the child followed the candy.

On the threshing ground, the children who were originally crowded together gradually dispersed into a sparse and scattered group.

The villagers peeked through cracks in the doors and windows.

Those three thugs were as fierce as the King of Hell when they were fighting, but now they were squatting on the ground feeding the children, sweating profusely.

A man selling counterfeit liquor huddled behind his door, his eyes darting around.

These three people are kind-hearted.

If you have a kind heart, things will be easier.

Once they've settled the children in, you can go up to them, cry a little about being poor, and act pitiful; maybe you can get some money out of them.

Just as he was figuring out how to start the conversation, a group of people suddenly surged into the village entrance. They were a dark mass, all wearing matching protective suits, and their steps were hurried and fast. Even through their protective suits, the leader looked like someone you didn't want to mess with.

The man selling counterfeit alcohol nearly collapsed to his knees.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, the truth must have come out!

He rushed forward and knelt down in front of the leader with a thud: "Leader! I confess! I'll tell you everything!"

I sold counterfeit liquor in town for three years, made with industrial alcohol, and sold over six hundred cases! It's all my fault! I shouldn't have done such a despicable thing!

Liao Zhong: "————Huh?"

Before he could react, another skinny man rushed out, sobbing and snot streaming down his face: "I confess too! I sold counterfeit cigarettes! Zhonghua, Yuxi, Furongwang, I dared to print any brand! I even helped Wang Mazi dispose of stolen goods!"

"You two are no big deal!" an old woman squeezed in, her voice shrill. "Those families over there, the grave robbers are the real problem! They dug up some things from the old graves on the back hill two years ago, and before they even sold them, they've hidden them in Old Li's cellar in the west of the village!"

"Old Liu, you're spouting nonsense!" someone in the crowd immediately jumped up. "Your son actually got into this business from us!"

"My son has been corrupted by you!"

"Bullshit! Your son entered the industry two years earlier than me!"

The villagers poured out like dumplings being dropped into a pot, some kneeling, some crying, all vying to spill their dirty laundry and, incidentally, sell out their neighbors.

Liao Zhong looked around blankly and saw that Lao Meng next to him also had a question mark on his face.

What is all this about?

"Where's the Medicine Immortal Society?" Liao Zhong raised his voice. "Weren't there supposed to be people from the Medicine Immortal Society? Where are they?"

No one cares about him.

The villagers were fiercely accusing each other, spittle flying everywhere, and old account books were being turned page by page.

Liao Zhong called out again.

Still, no one responded.

He scratched his head and looked around, but didn't see anyone who matched the characteristics of the Medicine Immortal Society. However, he did see several corpses lying on the ground on the west side of the village.

Cheng Mo took action the moment the villagers poured out of their homes, knowing that the poison in the children's bodies would affect ordinary people.

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He picked up the two closest children and shouted to Xia He and Wang Zhenqiu, "Take the children out of the village, head west to an open area, and find a sheltered mountain hollow."

Xia He immediately picked up the child beside her and followed behind Cheng Mo.

Wang Zhenqiu used both arms to carry one of them, running faster than a rabbit.

The three people moved the children to a vacant hillside on the west side of the village.

The wind here is strong enough to disperse the poison emanating from the children, and the hillside prevents it from reaching the village.