Mount Emei The morning mist at dawn has not yet been dispersed by the solar disc player, and the milky white mist wraps around the green mountains.
The ancient stone steps, which are as winding as snakes, are already crowded with all kinds of pilgrims.
Porters carrying incense loads, wealthy businessmen in silk and satin, farmers carrying cloth bags,
Moving along the winding stone steps to Golden Summit, the sound of bells and prayers mixed with the chirping of birds in the mountains swayed among the green bamboo forests.
"Cloud-Gazing Pavilion" in the middle of the mountain road is the busiest place.
The vermilion lacquer pillars of the Octagonal Pavilion are densely covered with red silk ribbons for making wishes. When the mountain breeze blows, thousands of ribbons fly like blazing flames, reflecting warmth on the bluestone tables in the pavilion.
Suddenly, a bright white light tore through the clouds, falling to the ground like a meteor, and landed in the center of the Cloud-Gazing Pavilion.
The light gradually dispersed, revealing a graceful figure.
Wearing a plain white dress that is not stained by dust, and her jade-like long hair hanging down to her waist, the woman raised her head and looked towards the mountain road, revealing a beautiful and beautiful face, with an inexorable sadness between her eyebrows and eyes.
She looked at the crowds of people in front of her, her red lips parted slightly, and she let out an almost inaudible sigh.
In the past half month, she had traveled all the way from Mount Qingcheng, played the piano in teahouses, brewed osmanthus wine in a winery, and finally managed to save enough for the thirty taels of snowflake silver Incense Money.
Earning money in the world is actually several times more difficult than cultivating in the mountains.
If it weren't for this Golden Summit stick of "Heaven-Questioning Incense", why would she have to endure all the toil in this world.
"Girl, let's go quickly!"
An old woman carrying a bamboo basket next to her kindly reminded her, "Golden Summit's stick of incense is the most effective. If you go late, you won't be able to squeeze in."
Bai Suzhen bowed his head and followed the flow of people up the stairs.
Her gait seemed as light as a cloud, but her heart was burdened with a heavy burden.
Since the thunderstorm that day, she had been looking forward to the heavenly edict day and night, but despite the autumn water, there was no sign of the immortal envoy.
She practiced hard for 1800 years and had the opportunity to obtain 6 golden elixirs of relics that have been practiced for 100 years. In total, she has been practicing for 2400 years.
It is far beyond the threshold for ordinary demons to ascend, but it is stuck at this last step. I really don't know what the problem is.
The higher the mountain, the thicker the fog.
When we arrived at Golden Summit, we saw a huge gilded Buddha statue of Guanyin standing among the sea of clouds. The rising sun gilded the treasure with a bright golden glow.
Pilgrims lined up in front of the huge bronze incense burner, each holding on to their own bundle of hope.
Bai Suzhen took out the bunch of "Heaven-Questioning Incense" that was exchanged for thirty taels of silver from his sleeve, and tightened his hands slightly.
This is her only hope now, praying to the master for clear instructions to solve this dilemma of no way to ascend.
When it was finally her turn, Bai Suzhen stepped forward slowly and firmly inserted Heaven-Questioning Incense into the stove filled with ashes.
Green smoke curls up, blends with the surrounding sandalwood, and spirals towards the Avalokitesvara.
She knelt down on the cold bluestone mat, her wide sleeves hanging down to the ground, and kowtowed three times respectfully.
For the first prostration, he touched his forehead lightly on the stone surface. "Disciple Mount Qingcheng, come down Bai Suzhen, and kowtow to the master."
The second time I prayed, I said silently in my heart, "I have been practicing hard for thousands of years and have been tempered by the thunder of heaven, but I still haven't heard the call from heaven. I wonder if it is because of a lack of practice or because the predestined dharma has not yet arrived?"
Just as I was about to bow down for the third time, I suddenly heard the ethereal Sanskrit sound coming from the air, which seemed far away but also close:
"You still need to experience the heart tribulation."
"March 3rd is the Qingming Festival, and it rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. If we are destined to meet you from thousands of miles away, we need to go to West Lake to find it."
When Old Master Zhang's eight-carriage sedan left Wang Family Village, he specifically asked the bearers to take a detour.
Through the sedan window, he saw the busy scenes of the villages along the way.
Golden waves of rice are rolling in the fields, and the villagers are harvesting in full swing.
What surprised him even more was that the followers of Medicine King Valley had expanded to Lou Family Village ten miles away, and farmers wearing the Medicine King Valley logo could be seen everywhere on the field ridges.
At this time, there is no need for Chen Jin to pretend to be a ghost when recruiting believers. The crops harvested by the villagers are the best proof.
He saw that the villagers, who were originally sallow and skinny, were now all red-faced, and even the children's bowls were filled with white rice.
Such a real harvest scene is more convincing than any magical spell.
In the car, Chen Jin looked at the scene outside the window and couldn't help but sigh, "I thought Jiangnan was rich, but I didn't expect that the people in the countryside are still so poor."
Old Master Zhang sighed, "The only ones who are rich are the merchants in the city.
Mr. Chen, when it comes to doing business, I would like to remind you that this West Lake business will not last long if there are no official people to take care of it."
He twirled his beard and said, "I have some friendship with Qiantang County Magistrate Yang. Why don't you and I go visit together?"
Chen Jin nodded. "That's exactly what it should be."
The two of them discussed the details of "Medicine King Valley Select" in the sedan.
Old Master Zhang is indeed a veteran in business. He has put forward insightful opinions on pricing of goods and recruitment of members, which has benefited Chen Jin a lot.
When we arrived at Zhang Residence, a young man in brocade clothes was already waiting in front of the door.
Old Master Zhang introduced with a smile, "This is the dog-child Yutang. I have a son at an old age, so I can't help but be a little pampered."
Zhang Yutang is about in his early twenties, with handsome features, but a bit of childlike innocence.
After chatting with a few people, we had dinner at Zhang Residence.
In the banquet hall of Zhang Residence, the candles are brightly lit, and an exquisite family banquet is coming to an end.
The maids quietly removed the remaining seats and served them refreshing tea.
Old Master Zhang and Chen Jin chatted happily, while Zhang Yutang, who was sitting at the bottom, kept quietly looking at the immortal master who was regarded as a guest of honor by his father with eyes full of curiosity and admiration.
When the atmosphere became harmonious, Zhang Yutang finally couldn't hold it any longer. Taking advantage of the break in serving tea, he respectfully asked Chen Jin: "Mr. Chen, since you are proficient in Daoism, I wonder if you are also proficient in martial arts. Can you use a sword?"
His young face is full of yearning for knights and martial arts masters.
Chen Jin put down the tea cup and smiled slightly, "I know a little bit. It is always beneficial to strengthen the body and protect yourself."
Zhang Yutang heard this, his eyes suddenly shone with brilliance, and he turned to his father excitedly. "Dad! Did you hear that? Mr. Chen also thinks that practicing martial arts is beneficial!"
Then he eagerly sent an invitation to Chen Jin: "Mr. Chen, my family has an ancestral sword, which is enshrined in the side hall of the ancestral hall. You are well-informed, can you please taste it?"
Old Master Zhang shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, and explained to Chen Jin, "This child has been obsessed with these things since he was a child, which makes the young master laugh. The sword is indeed passed down from the ancestors and has been enshrined."
Under the guidance of Zhang Yutang, several people came to an elegantly decorated quiet room next to the ancestral hall.
There is a rosewood sword stand in the room, with an ancient sword with a scabbard displayed across it.
The scabbard has a simple style, and despite the passage of time, it can still be seen that the materials and workmanship are extremely sophisticated.
Zhang Yutang carefully picked up the sword and handed it to Chen Jin solemnly. "Sir, please see, the name of this sword is "Star Chaser". According to the family tree, it was passed down during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty."
Chen Jin took over the ancient sword and felt a warm and sharp aura as soon as he put it into his hands.
He did not draw the sword immediately, but lightly touched the lines on the scabbard with his fingers.
[Star-Chasing Sword]
Category: Weapons
Quality: Rare!
Comes with attributes: exorcism and elimination of evil spirits
A little starlight penetrates the sky at night, and the sun and the moon are not evil.
Note: Forged during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, it not only cut iron like clay, but also had the power to kill demons and eliminate evil.
"Buzz--"
The sword actually let out an almost inaudible groan in its sheath, and an awe-inspiring sword intent came from his fingertips.
"It is indeed a rare sword." Chen Jin handed the sword back,
"Not only is it extremely sharp, but what's even more rare is that after hundreds of years, the sword's righteousness has not dissipated, and it has the ability to control homes and ward off evil.
Mr. Zhang, these sacred objects must be carefully preserved and cannot be shown to others easily, so as not to damage their spirituality."