Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

in the hospital.

Liao Zhong was indeed in a bit of a dilemma.

Finding a place for Cheng Mo to teach those four children is really not easy.

First, ventilation is essential to prevent the four children from absorbing each other's escaping poison.

Secondly, we can't take them to the wild. The children need to have their health checked every day, and their various indicators need to be monitored in real time. It's inconvenient to take them too far away.

But staying in the hospital all the time wasn't a good idea. Those kids lay in the isolation ward every day, their faces expressionless, like four little clay sculptures.

Liao Zhong paced back and forth several times, his craving for a cigarette kicking in. He took one out, put it in his mouth, and then put it back.

Old Meng sat beside him, slowly sipping his tea, his gaze behind his glasses following Liao Zhong's movements back and forth.

"Old Liao, stop spinning, it's making my eyes dizzy."

Liao Zhong glared at Lao Meng: "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Old Meng pushed up his glasses: "Actually, we could consider finding a detached house in the suburbs, modifying the ventilation system, and installing surveillance and emergency equipment."

Liao Zhong's eyes lit up: "That's a great idea!"

He immediately called the logistics team: "Find me a suitable detached house near the hospital, one that's well-ventilated and can be renovated, the sooner the better!"

After hanging up the phone, he started pacing around again.

Old Meng asked, "What's wrong now?"

Liao Zhong frowned: "I'm still thinking that just taking these four children out isn't enough. It's not good for the other children's physical and mental health to stay cooped up in the hospital."

Old Meng took a sip of tea: "Why don't we just take all the children who have finished treatment out and find some ordinary children to play with them, so they can have more contact with normal environments and further open their minds?"

Liao Zhong immediately sat back down at his computer and began typing the report.

This is so annoying.

Once the report is approved, we still need to arrange transportation, coordinate with medical staff, and find a few ordinary children to go and play together...

"Damn it, he's such a pain."

……

On the other side, Cheng Mo took out his phone and made a call to Cheng Shou.

It rang a few times, and then the other end answered.

"Hey, Master."

"Hey, brat?" Cheng Shou's lazy voice came through the receiver. "I thought you were having so much fun with that vixen that you forgot about your master again."

Cheng Mo glanced at Xia He beside him, his expression unchanged: "Master, I've done something big."

"What's up?"

"Praise me first, and I'll tell you."

Cheng Shou was silent for two seconds, then laughed and scolded, "Hey, you brat, you're praising me? I'd be grateful if you didn't cause me any trouble."

Cheng Mo chuckled, "This is really good news."

"Speak, what is it?"

Cheng Mo then explained the matter of taking on disciples on behalf of his master—four children, all suffering from Gu poison. He planned to teach them martial arts to see if they could suppress the Gu poison themselves, and incidentally, he would also use the name of Liangyi Temple.

After listening, Cheng Shou remained silent for a few seconds.

Cheng Mo waited a while, but heard no response. He tentatively called out, "Master?"

"I'm listening," Cheng Shou said, his voice a little unsteady.

Cheng Mo smiled and said, "Master, just tell me I did a good job."

Cheng Shou sighed, "Alright, our Liangyi Temple is getting lively now."

Cheng Mo: "That's not necessarily true."

Cheng Shou asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Cheng Mo explained, "If these children find their parents, I still hope they can go back to their parents' side."

Cheng Shou said "Oh," and replied, "That's easy. We'll just accept lay disciples. We don't have as many rules as the Quanzhen Sect. If they go back to ordinary families in the future, they can come to the temple to cultivate during their winter and summer vacations if they want; otherwise, that's fine too."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Yes, that's what I think too. But there's still a problem with this."

"You mean the problem with Gu poison, right?" Cheng Shou interrupted before he could speak. "If you're sure that Nowhere Can Tong can solve it, then bring them back. Your master may not be good at much else, but I can suppress some heretical practices. Anyway, they won't kill us."

Cheng Mo praised, "Master is so domineering."

"You're so domineering, aren't you?" Cheng Shou laughed and cursed. "Alright, that's all, bye."

The phone hangs up.

Cheng Shou stared at his phone for a few seconds, then sighed.

He sent his disciple down the mountain to cultivate, but ended up creating several karmic obstacles for himself.

Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, as the master, it's only right that I protect my disciple from karmic consequences.

He pulled out his contacts, found a number, and dialed it.

"Hey Xiao Zhao, it's me, Cheng Shou...yes, I need your help with something..."

……

At the hospital, Cheng Mo had just put his phone away when Xia He came over.

"What did Master say?"

Cheng Mo glanced at her: "Why do you call me Master?"

Xia He blinked, then said matter-of-factly, "Isn't your master my master?"

Cheng Mo thought about it and it seemed to make sense: "That makes sense too."

Xia He secretly rejoiced.

Wang Zhenqiu watched from the side, too lazy to even roll his eyes—these two were truly unbearable to look at.

Just as he was about to say something sarcastic, Old Meng walked over from the other end of the corridor: "Brother Cheng, it's almost lunchtime."

Cheng Mo gave an OK sign: "Let's go cook."

Wang Zhenqiu immediately followed along, beaming, "I'll help!"

……

The hospital kitchen was a temporary borrowed facility; it wasn't large, but it was fully equipped.

Cheng Mo tied on an apron and began preparing the dishes.

Xia He and Wang Zhenqiu stood to the side, responsible for giving advice—or more accurately, for giving bad advice.

Xia He stood to the side, holding a head of broccoli and a tomato, lost in thought: "Little Taoist, do you think stir-fried broccoli and tomatoes, with some pork cracklings and a little cilantro, would be delicious?"

Xia He stood to the side, holding a head of broccoli and a tomato, lost in thought: "Little Taoist, do you think stir-fried broccoli and tomatoes, with some pork cracklings and a little cilantro, would be delicious?"

Cheng Mo paused, then asked, "Are you sure?"

Xia He nodded earnestly: "These are all foods I like to eat. We should give the children more vegetables so that they can have a balanced diet."

Cheng Mo took the broccoli and tomatoes: "Okay, I'll give it a try."

Wang Zhenqiu then carried a pile of meat and stacked it on the cutting board. Pork, beef, mutton, chicken, duck and goose were all sliced ​​and stuffed into a large pot.

"Put all of these in and simmer, then add some scallions, ginger, and garlic." He muttered as he stuffed the food in, "Isn't that how you make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"

Cheng Mo glanced at his overflowing pot: "You call this Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"

Wang Zhenqiu argued confidently, "They're all meat, stewed together, how could they be any different?"

Cheng Mo was too lazy to refute and accepted everything.

Anyway, it's all for the kids, so as long as the nutrition is balanced, that's fine.

Old Meng stood at the kitchen doorway, staring at the contents of the two pots, his eyes twitching.

Broccoli stir-fried with tomatoes, fried pork cracklings, and cilantro?

Chicken, duck, and goose are cooked together with pork, beef, and mutton?

He silently took two steps back and decided to lose weight at noon today.

……

Soon, two large pots of food were ready.

Xia He leaned closer and sniffed, her expression a little subtle: "...This smells weird."

Wang Zhenqiu immediately shifted the blame: "It must be the problem with your broccoli and tomato stir-fry. Don't you know the saying, 'Red and green together are so ugly it's unbearable'?"

"Bullshit!" Xia He glared at him. "It must be your Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup that's wrong. Who cooks chicken, duck, and goose together with pork, beef, and lamb?"

Wang Zhenqiu was silent for two seconds, then suddenly thought of a possibility: "Could it be that Cheng Mo messed up?"

Cheng Mo was serving the dishes and, without looking up, said, "Looks like someone won't have the chance to try authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall."

Wang Zhenqiu's expression changed instantly, and he immediately rushed over with a fawning smile: "No! Martial Uncle! My dear Martial Uncle!"

Lao Meng silently took out lunch boxes, packed them one by one, and handed them to the employees of Na Du Tong who were waiting nearby.

The staff members carried the lunch boxes, turned around, and walked to each ward to distribute them to each child.