Oh, he wanted to guide people into the Dao.
This Lü Chunyang seemed to have only middling cultivation.
The old pine tree looked at the young Daoist and understood. He settled down, stroked his beard, and answered unhurriedly:
"Of course, of course. I remember this person. I have my own way of finding you later."
"When the time comes, I'll certainly help you find him."
His voice paused, then he emphasized, "I've lived for five hundred years, you know."
"I would never lie!"
The spirits among the mountains all laughed.
The young Daoist thanked them, and the spirits accompanied him along the way. When he had passed through the deep woods and could see, far away, the city shrouded in mist and rain, they finally stopped. Qi WuHuo didn't hurry onward. He waited for the spirits to finish eating the pine nuts in his hand before preparing to leave. The mountain spirits watched him depart from a high place in the mountains, and the young Daoist gave them a slight nod in thanks.
A breath of qi circulated naturally within him.
He still carried the Mountain God's seal from He Lian Mountain, just as Elder Tao had said.
The Mountain God's seal couldn't draw on the ley lines to perform all sorts of divine powers and wondrous arts, but it could still harness the ley lines to travel underground. The prefectural city was still some distance away, so the young Daoist borrowed the power of the ley lines and strode toward it.
Behind him, a Peony Spirit with a bulging belly and several pine nuts still stuffed in her mouth finally managed to swallow them. Satisfied, she rubbed her stomach. She'd been so happy before that she had only now realized there was something strange about all this. Looking at