Outside Xuan Yuan Temple, Jiang Hao mounted his horse. Ling Xiaozhi led more than a dozen disciples in bowing to him. "Senior, if you have time in the future, please come visit Xuan Yuan Temple again."
"I will if I have the time."
Jiang Hao smiled and waved, then flicked the reins. The horse ambled down the road.
Several disciples watched Jiang Hao disappear and began whispering among themselves.
"Why is Immortal Jiang still riding a horse? Aren't immortals supposed to fly on swords or ride the clouds?"
"That horse is an ordinary horse too. It doesn't look like some legendary immortal bird or beast."
Daoist Lingxiao suddenly turned to glare at the disciples. They jumped in fright and lowered their heads. Ling Xiaozhi scolded them grimly, "You're not children anymore. How can you casually gossip about your elders like this? How do you know Senior Jiang cannot fly or has no immortal birds or beasts? Perhaps he is merely traveling through the mortal world, and riding a horse is more convenient."
"Master, we were wrong."
"Go back and copy The Exhortation of the Most High ten times each. No food until you finish," Daoist Lingxiao said.
"Ah, Master, can't you reduce it a little?" the disciples wailed.
"Go now, or I'll add another ten copies."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
All dozen or so disciples ran off.
Jiang Hao rode along without any urgency, letting the horse amble at its own pace while he narrowed his eyes and pondered.
He had taken Xuan Yuan Temple's treasured Purple Gold Gourd to settle a karmic debt, yet unexpectedly formed a connection instead. Jiang Hao had caught ghosts and helped Xuan Yuan Temple, while Ling Xiaozhi had shown him his cultivation technique. That was why Jiang Hao had ultimately given him a Heavenly Thunder