Great Earth Scripture

When the morning sun at the edge of the clouds poured over the land, Wang Ping brought Zhi Gong down beside a stream deep within the forest on the northern side of a steep mountain in Ningzhou Road. The coolness seeping from the stream made Wang Ping draw a deep breath, while Zhi Gong wore an expression of expectation mixed with nervousness.

As Wang Ping headed toward the courtyard at the end of the small path beside him, Yulian, who had been lying on his shoulder, immediately slipped back into his sleeve. Zhi Gong silently followed behind Wang Ping.

When he pushed open the main gate, Wang Ping again sensed the light growing stronger. The familiar yet unfamiliar little courtyard still had its old furnishings. The middle-aged man beside the wooden table was cleaning a Chinese cabbage, while a bowl of steaming millet porridge sat on the table.

Standing at the entrance, Wang Ping bowed and said, "Greetings, True Lord!"

As he spoke, a cool morning breeze swept in from the distant rice fields, carrying the fresh scent of vegetation and soil and making his Daoist robe flutter back and forth.

The wind blew Zhi Gong's hair across her eyes, but she did not dare brush it aside. Following Wang Ping, she cupped her fists and bowed. "Greetings, True Lord!"

She apparently had not expected Wang Ping to bring her directly to pay respects to a True Lord.

True Lord Yuanwu looked up at Wang Ping with a warm smile. "In less than a hundred years, your cultivation has risen by twenty percent. Your fortune is indeed abundant."

He praised Wang Ping like an elder, then abruptly changed the subject. "You have also done well in the northwest."

Wang Ping lowered his head and cupped his fists. "It was only