Cultivating Talismans on Golden Light Mountain, Refining Immortal Elixirs in the Immortal Temple

The Miao village nestled against the mountains beside the water, and now there was an additional newly built stilt house.

The building stood three feet above the ground, supported below by rows of black stone pillars. The tall wooden structure stood amid mountain winds and damp vapors, stable yet carrying a hint of the ancient air of a mountain temple.

This was the Heavenly Dao Temple.

Unlike the palaces, monasteries, and temples commonly found in the Central Plains, it had been built according to the local architectural style.

The stilt house stood raised above the ground, keeping out snakes, insects, rats, and ants while also preventing dampness from rotting the beams in the mountain humidity.

There were no idols in the temple, only a shrine tablet dedicated to the Heavenly Dao of this world.

Inside the temple, Rongbao was so busy his feet barely touched the ground.

He first cleaned the buildings in front and back, then went outside to fetch water. Only when the sun had climbed high into the sky did he return to the shade, wiping away sweat as he paused to catch his breath.

In the shadows stood a woman in a white dress. Her face was deathly pale, her body half-transparent. One glance was enough to tell she was not among the living.

Off to the side, Yaksha stood holding shackles, his features savage, like a fierce guardian deity guarding the temple hall.

Yet Rongbao had long since grown accustomed to them. He respectfully bowed to the two ghost-soldier guardians, then picked up a book of Chinese characters and began earnestly memorizing it beneath the corridor.

Spirit Pearl sat cross-legged nearby, slowly absorbing the incense offerings. Whenever he encountered words or passages he did not understand, she would occasionally offer him a few pointers.

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