Go Down the Mountain

Adam turned to look at his fellow disciples behind him. Seeing their senior and junior brothers descend the mountain, they all wore different expressions.

Some felt a pang of sorrow, some wavered slightly, some looked puzzled, and some were deep in thought... There was no shortage of reactions.

To be honest, aside from Adam, the others' living conditions on Fangcun Mountain were only enough to keep them fed and clothed.

Don't be fooled by the original work's descriptions of immortal flowers and enchanted grasses. Those were merely polite, ceremonial praises, much like social niceties. If one looked into it carefully, there was actually nothing particularly remarkable—just the natural scenery of an ordinary mountain forest.

Compared with the Daoist Temples of other Gods and Buddhas, or even Flower Fruit Mountain, Fangcun Mountain could not be considered a blessed paradise.

Compared with other mountains of roughly the same height, Fangcun Mountain's only special feature was probably that if one honestly farmed here, one would never have to worry about starving because of natural disasters.

That might have been quite good for ordinary commoners, but the disciples on the mountain could all learn at least some real skills.

As long as one was of average ability among the disciples, after descending the mountain, let alone securing food and shelter, it would be no problem to find a remote little kingdom and become its national preceptor. Failing that, one could become a Guest Elder for a wealthy household and enjoy riches and honor.

Even so, some disciples were still willing to remain on the mountain.

There was a saying: if one heard the Dao in the morning, one could die that evening without regret. For disciples who truly sought the Dao, even if their aptitude was lacking, simply listening to the Grandmaster expound the