My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 760 Settlement
Several days later, the main peak of Jiufeng Mountain, Zhaixing Peak.

Inside the Star-Picking Hall at the summit, Chen Mu offered incense and paid homage to the Luofu Dao Ancestor. He then turned to look at the middle-aged Daoist beside him, who was wearing an orange-yellow Daoist robe and had a gentle smile on his face.

The other party was Yuan Zhen, the abbot of Jiufeng Mountain.

"Chen Duyuan and Tangshan Yuan are not close to this place."

“At this moment, demons are causing chaos in the heart of Yizhou, yet you have managed to come here safely. The journey must have been quite arduous,” Yuan Zhen remarked.

“We took the shortcut through the Tongtian River, but even so…” Chen Mu couldn’t help but sigh.

He then omitted details related to himself, such as the unexpected events and the demon's feast, and gave a general account of his journey, which amazed Yuan Zhen.

"What are your plans for the future, fellow Daoist?" Yuan Zhen asked.

"I only ask for a peaceful and stable place to cultivate; I have no other desires," Chen Mu said sincerely.

This is indeed what he truly desires.

After years of cultivation, he had always longed for a peaceful place to practice, but unfortunately, the world had changed and he could never find such a place.

Yuan Zhen carefully examined Chen Mu and, seeing that Chen Mu's expression did not seem fake, smiled and nodded: "It seems that you, fellow Daoist, are also a person who is single-mindedly pursuing the Dao."

"In that case, we might as well stay in Jiufeng Mountain."

"Jiufeng Mountain is located in the southwest of Yizhou. It is in a remote location and its spiritual energy is not very abundant, but this also means there is less conflict. There is not much Taoist cultivation to be gained, but it is extremely suitable for cultivation."

If that's truly the case, then Mount Jiufeng is indeed a good place for peaceful cultivation.
Chen Mu's heart fluttered.

Yuan Zhen pointed his finger into the air, and a moon-white glow floated. Like a sand table model, the terrain of the Jiufeng Mountains, spanning hundreds of miles, appeared in mid-air. Among them, the towering peaks that pierced the clouds stood out particularly.

"This is my Jiufeng Mountain."

“Apart from the three peaks of Zhaixing, Wangyue, and Chaoyang, you can choose any one of the other six peaks to live on.”

"The disciples from Tangshan Academy that you brought will also be settled with you for now."

He then gave Chen Mu a detailed account of the differences between the six mountain peaks.

Chen Mu listened very attentively.

After a moment, he made a decision and chose the southernmost peak of the Nine Peaks Mountain Range.

"Wei Zhifeng? Have you thought it through, fellow Daoist?" Yuan Zhen raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"This peak is quite remote and lacks vital energy. It has only been developed in recent years. However, it has only been planted with crops such as yellow sprout rice. There is a shortage of housing and dwellings. Fellow Daoist, you should consider this carefully."

"This is it." Chen Mu nodded firmly.

"Fellow Daoist is truly a person devoted to the pursuit of the Dao." Yuan Zhen smiled and exclaimed with admiration.

He could also see that the person in front of him had chosen the mountain with the least vitality, which was also the farthest from the main peak of Zhaixing, clearly indicating that he did not want to get involved in the specific affairs of Jiufeng Mountain.

"That's fine."

"Fellow Daoist, please go to Weizhi Peak to settle down first."

"If you feel it's not suitable in the future, come find me again. The other peaks can be replaced at any time," Yuan Zhen promised.

"Thank you very much, Chief Physician!" Chen Mu clasped his hands in gratitude.

My impression of Yuan Zhen, the Imperial Academy Director, immediately improved.

……

The next day.

One hundred and twenty li south of Zhaixing Peak is Weizhi Peak.

The mountain is covered with lush vegetation. Only on the south side, near the summit, is a slope covered with broken rocks and few tall trees. Against the backdrop of the surrounding dense forest, it resembles a grayish-white patch.

Behind the slope is a cliff five or six meters high, with several cracks in the surface from which spring water seeps out and gathers into a stream less than a meter wide under the rocks.

Chen Mu looked around and nodded in satisfaction.

I met with Yuan Zhen, the Imperial Academy Director, yesterday and learned a little about the situation at Jiufeng Mountain.

After everyone from Tangshan Academy completed the registration, he led his men to Weizhi Peak. The disciples settled into the mountainside hermitage, but Chen Mu disliked having too many people and planned to find his own place to stay.

With a wave of his hand, black smoke from the Five Ghosts Moving Mountains surged out from under his feet, rolling and churning in all directions like a tidal wave.

Within a dozen meters of the cliff, weeds, shrubs, poisonous insects, snakes, and ants were all swallowed up and disappeared.

Pointing to the ground again, the "Steel-Turning-the-Ground Technique" was activated, causing the rocks and soil to tumble and take shape, forming a hard and flat stone platform.

With a thought, the thatched-roof wooden hut that had been with him for many years reappeared. The stone platform crawled and rose, slowly wrapping around and securing the two-meter-high supporting pillars beneath the hut.

Chen Mu walked up the wooden steps to the long corridor in front of the wooden house, turned around and looked south. The endless dense forest and continuous mountain peaks immediately came into view.

"I'll be settling down here for the foreseeable future," Chen Mu said, patting the supporting pillars in the corridor with a smile.

……

afternoon.

Tang Zhimu arrived at the wooden house and found Chen Mu.

"Most of the disciples have been settled, but the spiritual energy of Weizhi Peak is somewhat scarce, and the spiritual energy in the temple is far inferior to that of Tangshan Academy."

“Our original disciples from Tangshan Academy were fine, but those who fled from Nihe Academy were somewhat restless,” Tang Zhimu said hesitantly, glancing at Chen Mu.

"Want to go to other mountains? Go if you want." Chen Mu waved his hand, not caring much: "Including you Tang family members, if you want to stay on Weizhi Peak, stay here; if you want to leave, leave."

He fled with the people of Tangshan Academy, partly because of his status as the academy's head. He couldn't bear to leave them to die in Tangshan.

On the other hand, Tang Zong promised to use the Divine Bone-Illuminating Mirror to aid his cultivation, even if it meant consuming the Tang family's Daoist cultivation power.

However, the current Jiufeng Mountain branch temple is just a small branch temple, not the Wanxiang Temple in Bazhou, and is not qualified to mobilize the Tongshen Zhaogu Mirror.

However, the Wanxiang Temple in Bayingolin Mongol Autonomous Prefecture is too far away to visit in the short term. Therefore, the plan to use the bone-revealing mirror is essentially off.

In this case, there is no point in keeping those Tangshan Academy disciples; it would be better to let them decide for themselves whether to stay or leave and go their separate ways.

"Just tell them to keep their mouths shut and not to leak any information about me," Chen Mu said.

Tang Zhimu hesitated for a moment, but finally clasped his hands in a fist and accepted the order.

Tangshan Academy is a thing of the past, and forcing people together is really meaningless.

……

Two days later,
Wei Zhi Feng mountain north.

Chen Mu strolled through the woods, a small bamboo basket floating in the air in front of him.

The five paper ghost figures chased and danced among the grass, like diligent bees, occasionally carrying palm-sized wild vegetables into bamboo baskets.

This wild vegetable is called gray grass. It's quite refreshing when blanched and then served cold. They like to grow in shady and secluded places, making them extremely difficult to find, but that didn't stop Chen Mu.

With a thought, twelve crimson innate swords fell from mid-air, like swallows returning to their nests, and flew into his sleeve. These were the swords Zhu Yu, which served as his eyes and ears.

Three Zhu Yu magic swords were previously left in the far north of Yizhou to serve as anchor points for the Gate of Hell, but unfortunately they were never used.

He is currently in the southwest of Yizhou, which is too far away, so he has to abandon those three magic swords.

Chen Mu has a sword case gourd; as long as the materials are provided, the Zhu Yu magic sword can be forged anytime, anywhere.

After dispersing the binding talisman seeds occupied by the three magic swords and forging three new magic swords, the number of Zhu Yu magic swords in his hands was restored to twelve.

Over the past few days, twelve magic swords have been flying around the foot of Weizhi Peak, having already explored the entire peak; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to find the gray grass in this remote spot.

Looking at the full bamboo basket of wild vegetables, Chen Mu nodded in satisfaction.

He waved and, leading the five paper ghost figures, slowly returned to the thatched cottage on the mountaintop, preparing to cook himself a housewarming feast.

Although he has now cultivated to the point of mastery, he can now rely on his innate Qi to satisfy his body's needs by abstaining from food.

While it is indeed wonderful to eat wind and drink dew, we should not miss out on delicious food.

Besides, I've honed my culinary skills for so many years, I might as well put them to good use.

(End of this chapter)