Chapter 100: Preaching or preaching? (Subscribe)

In the early morning, a thin mist filled the air, and the colorful morning glow separated the sky and the earth.

The morning stars are sparse in the sky, and a few early birds fly leisurely by, flying freely over the distant mountains.

Yang Ling rode on a auspicious cloud and sped towards West Kunlun.

He has already settled everything at home.

The eldest son Yang Zhao was followed by the Black Dog Fairy, while the youngest son Yang Jian was guarded by the Taiyin Jade Rabbit and the Roaring Sky Dog. There was also a flat-horned green ox lying lazily in the next yard.

From this perspective, the Yang Mansion seemed like a zoo.

There are rabbits and dogs, and now there is a big blue cow.

Oh, by the way, I forgot to bring back the two yellow horses.

It’s a pity that this trip is not on my way, so I can only go to Wuyi Mountain again next time I have the chance.

It is very inconvenient to go out without a mount.

Originally, he could still ride the gourd, but now after being warned by Master Xuandu, he also felt that riding the gourd was still too high-profile.

Mounts, as standard equipment for gods, are still very necessary.

Although he can also fly on clouds and his speed is equally fast, it not only consumes mana, but also lacks style.

However, finding a suitable mount is not an easy task.

At least it should have a handsome appearance, be able to guard the house when tied up, be scary when taken out, and be cool when flying. Moreover, it must be loyal to its owner and would rather die than surrender!

The mounts of the Four Saints of Kowloon Island are very good.

Unfortunately, they were too loyal, so they had no choice but to die.

On this journey to West Kunlun, Yang Ling had no guide and could only rely on a magic treasure he got from Yun Hua - the Tianxuan Instrument.

This thing looks like a Si Nan.

Whenever he didn't know which direction to go, he just needed to calm down and silently recite the name of West Kunlun, and this treasure would guide him in the direction.

This is the first time he has used this treasure since he got it.

After trying it out for a bit, Yang Ling felt that this was a primitive Beidou navigation system, and it was quite easy to use.

Because he couldn't wait to see his wife, Yang Ling flew day and night for more than ten days, crossing mountains and seas, and the scenery along the way was extremely beautiful.

It was a pity that he was alone and had no mood to appreciate it.

Along the way, he was thinking about how to persuade the Queen Mother of the West to help Yunhua change his immortal status after arriving in West Kunlun.

He didn't know much about West Kunlun.

All we know is that West Kunlun is a branch of Kunlun Mountain. It is rich in spiritual energy and is a well-known paradise where many immortals gather.

The most famous among them is the Queen Mother of the West!

Next are Lu Ya San Ren, Du'e Zhenren and so on.

While he was thinking, a clear crane cry suddenly came from behind, and a huge crane spread its wings and came over, with a tall and thin Taoist in a gray robe standing on its back, his face full of excitement.

The crane flapped its wings and flew past Yang Ling at high speed like a meteor. The fierce gale created by its wings swept over and shattered most of the auspicious clouds under Yang Ling's feet.

It was only because Yang Ling had great skills that he was not blown away.

"Are you in such a hurry to reincarnate?"

Yang Ling instinctively blurted out a classic phrase and didn't think any more about it.

Anyway, the clouds under his feet were just condensed from magic power, which gathered and dispersed at will. They were not like the cars in later generations, which required money to repair if they were lightly touched.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist in gray robe seemed to have heard his voice, and immediately turned the direction of the crane and flew back to Yang Ling.

"Daoyou, I'm so sorry!" The gray-robed Taoist bowed his head with an apologetic look on his face. "Just now, I was in a hurry to return to my cave to pack my luggage, and I didn't notice that there was someone on the cloud. It's really my fault. I hope Daoyou will forgive me."

Yang Ling smiled slightly and waved his hand to show that he didn't mind: "It's okay, Daoist friend has urgent matters to attend to, I can understand.

But we must always remember that among all the roads, safety comes first. If we fly irregularly, our loved ones will shed tears...Okay, go on with your work."

“Thank you for your advice, fellow Taoist!” The Taoist in gray robe nodded gratefully, clasped his fists to thank Yang Ling again, then rode the fairy crane hurriedly in the original direction and soon disappeared into the clouds.

Yang Ling did not linger too long because of this little episode. He condensed a auspicious cloud again and continued his journey to West Kunlun.

However, half an hour later, he actually saw the figure of the Taoist in gray robe again.

I saw the Taoist in gray robe standing on the back of a crane, gazing at a lush green hill below, with his hands in seals and muttering something.

The next moment, the delicate little hill that was hundreds of feet high suddenly shrank rapidly and slowly, and finally became the size of a fist, floating up gently and landing in his palm.

The Taoist in gray robe put the hill into an inconspicuous cloth bag on his waist, then turned his head and looked at the spiritual spring below.

Yang Ling watched the Taoist in gray robes dig up the spiritual spring and stuff it into the cloth bag. He couldn't help but feel curious and asked casually, "Daoyou, what are you doing?" The Taoist in gray robes was slightly startled and looked over. He looked a little panicked. After seeing that it was Yang Ling, he relaxed and said with a smile, "It's just moving. I want to take these spiritual mountains and spiritual springs to a better place..."

Before he could finish his words, a loud shout rang out from a distance.

"Brother Houru, what are you doing?"

Along with the voice, a burly Taoist priest came riding a sika deer on auspicious clouds, staring at the Taoist priest in gray robes and angrily said, "Did you go to listen to the sermon of that Western immortal again?

Look at what you have done... Do you really want to give all these sacred mountains and springs to the Western religion?"

“These are all external things!”

The Taoist priest named Hou Ru said excitedly: "Only by offering all these worldly possessions to the Immortal can the Immortal see my heart for the Tao, and only then will I have the opportunity to enter the Pure Land of Bliss!
Brother, come with me!

With your and my talents, it is probably impossible to achieve the Golden Immortal. I don't know how many disasters and nine tribulations we can survive in the future. It is better for you to enter the Pure Land with me, so that we don't have to worry about the three disasters and nine tribulations anymore!"

"What is the Pure Land of Bliss? It's all lies!" The burly Taoist said unhappily, "According to what the Western Immortal said, there are neither the three disasters nor the nine calamities in the Pure Land of Bliss, nor the three poisons of greed, ignorance, and anger. As long as you enter, you can enter the Pure Land forever and be free...

Just think about it and you will know that this is definitely not right. How could such a good thing happen in the world? "

"What do you know!"

Taoist Hou Ru said excitedly: "The Pure Land of Bliss was created by two saints together. It is infinitely mysterious. How can you and I speculate on it?

Anyway, if you don't want to go, don't stop me!"

After saying this, he ignored the burly Taoist's obstruction, cast a spell to extract a section of the underground spiritual vein, and stuffed it all into the cloth bag.

Yang Ling watched coldly from the sidelines, and had a general understanding of the whole story.

He had no intention of interfering in other people's affairs, so he rode away on the auspicious cloud.

At this moment, he suddenly had an idea and turned to look in the direction he came from.

I saw a huge auspicious cloud floating over, and on the cloud sat a jade lotus platform with seven kinds of flowers, with a total of sixty-three petals.

Standing on the lotus platform was a woman in white. She had an exotic face and a western hairstyle. She exuded a holy temperament that was otherworldly.

"Moonlight Immortal, you've arrived just in time!"

Seeing the woman in white coming, the Taoist priest rushed forward and raised the bag above his head with both hands, saying respectfully: "Disciple has collected all the spiritual veins within a thousand miles into the bag, please accept it."

Taoist Moonlight didn't even look at the cloth bag, but said calmly: "I usually practice in the Pure Land of Bliss, what use do I have for your spiritual vein?
If someone who doesn't know the truth sees this, they will think that our Western Sect is coveting your spiritual vein."

“Yes, yes, yes…” Taoist Houru nodded repeatedly and explained, “This spiritual vein is to prove my determination! I yearn for the Western Avenue with all my heart, and I only hope that the Immortal can lead me to the door and practice in the Pure Land of Bliss!”

As he spoke, he handed the cloth bag in his hand forward.

Taoist Moonlight still didn't look at him, but instead looked at the burly Taoist and said indifferently: "Daoyou, do you seem to have some misunderstanding about my Western Paradise?

How about I help you solve your doubts... What's your name, Taoist friend?"

The burly Taoist hesitated for a moment, then said in a serious tone: "I am a casual cultivator, I have always been upright and upright, with clean hands and no impediments, people give me the Taoist name Zuoai Zhenren!"

"puff!"

Upon hearing this Taoist name, Yang Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hearing the noise, Taoist Moonlight frowned and looked over, "Why are you laughing, Taoist friend? Do you also have some misunderstandings about my Western Paradise?

Why don't you come over and discuss it together?"

“No, no!” Yang Ling waved his hands repeatedly, “Fellow Daoist, take your time to work on Chuan Xiao… I have something important to attend to, so I’m sorry I can’t keep you company.”

"Chuan Xiao?" Taoist Moonlight frowned even deeper, "What do you mean by that, Taoist friend?"

"Oh, it's preaching...Preach slowly..."

Yang Ling quickly changed his words, and without waiting for the moonlight to say anything else, he increased his speed to the maximum and left the place in a hurry.

As for that Hou Ru Taoist and Zuo Ai Zhenren...what's it to do with them?
Respect the fate of others and let go of helping others.

Everyone has his or her own cause and effect. Don’t interfere with the cause and effect of others, otherwise you will easily get yourself into trouble.

In everything, you should give appropriate advice once and then stop. There is no need to take the blame for other people's mistakes.

Just live your life well!
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(End of this chapter)