From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 342: Return to Baiyun

Time flies, and the heat cannot be retained.

Sichuan enters the peak tourist season in May, with neither extreme cold nor extreme heat, and is the golden season for many scenic spots.

Since the Luotian Dajiao ceremony was fully publicized to the public, the tourist attractions in Sichuan have been overcrowded.
There have been many legends about sword immortals in Shu since ancient times. What's more, now that a sword immortal has really appeared, naturally countless people are flocking to him.

Nowadays, the two holy places of the Chinese cultivation world, Baiyun Mountain and Qingcheng Mountain, are both in Shuzhong. The foothills of these two famous mountains are bustling with traffic every day.

Qingcheng Mountain has been a tourist destination for thousands of years. Taking advantage of this opportunity and with the local government's allocation of resources, Shiyang Village at the foot of Baiyun Mountain has almost grown from a village to a township. New roads lead from this originally remote village to the outside.

However, it is extremely difficult to actually climb Baiyun Mountain and Qingcheng Mountain. There is fog in Baiyun Mountain all day long, and tourists always get lost when they enter and come down the mountain in a daze.

The mountain roads in Qingcheng Mountain are blocked by huge rocks and patrolled by soldiers. If you are caught forcing your way into the mountain, the consequences will not be as simple as paying a fine.

But everyone knows that this is only temporary. The two immortal mountains are making final adjustments. When June comes to an end next month, the two immortal mountains will be opened to accept disciples.

The clouds that linger on Baiyun Mountain all year round only reach the halfway point of the mountain. Although the clouds above gather and disperse dynamically, they will not block the sun, which is needed to grow the spiritual rice on the mountain.

After the hard work of Wang Xin, Zhu Ling and Zhao Ziyao, there are now 15 acres of rice fields and 4 acres of spiritual plant garden on the hillside of Baiyun Mountain.

Although the yield of Ling rice is pitifully low, fortunately it matures in January. Now is the harvest season of Ling rice, and the vast expanses of golden wheat waves are very pleasing to the eye.

"trickle"

Suddenly, there was a noise in the rolling clouds, and then a ragged figure emerged from the clouds.

The Taoist robe he was wearing had been soaked by wind and rain so that his original color could not be seen, and his shoes also had a big hole in them, but they were still clean. His eyes were bright, and his sharp-browed and star-like facial features made him feel very happy when he saw the vast expanses of golden rice waves swaying in the wind on the hillside, and the pink fruits hanging from the trees in the spiritual garden.

"After traveling for half a year, I, Li Yang, am finally back!"

Li Yang was filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.
I didn't bring any clothes when I set out, and the places I visited were rarely visited. It was already difficult for me to wear this plain white Taoist robe.
Feeling homesick, Li Yang finally returned to Baiyun Mountain and plunged into the spiritual plant garden.
Li Yang remembered that before he left, the spiritual plants in Baiyun Mountain would usually begin to mature slowly in July, but now the pink and white peaches in the garden have begun to bear fruit.

"I guess during the few months I was away, Chi Yanhong brought Zhu Ling, Wang Xin and the others to collect several kinds of spiritual plants. There are eight or nine kinds of spiritual plants in the spiritual plant garden on the mountainside. There must be even more on the mountain."

As he spoke, he looked around at the exotic polygonatum odoratum vines, fennel, and perilla, but his hands were restless. He stretched out his hands and grabbed two white-bellied, pink-tipped peaches from the tree.
After six months of hard times of drinking ice and gargling with snow, he now smelled the fragrance of the pink peaches and began to eat them without even washing them.

He was not afraid of getting a stomachache, so he would make any pre-prepared food, not to mention peaches.
The peach is not big, only the size of an adult's fist, but it is tender and juicy, extremely sweet, and contains a lot of spiritual energy.

After half a year of hard work, Li Yang's fighting power is now extremely crazy. After eating the peaches in his hand, he aimed at the peach tree. The tree full of pink peaches fell to pieces in the blink of an eye.

Just as he was worrying about Lingtao, he suddenly heard the voices of a man and a woman talking on the mountain road.
"The yield of Ling rice this year seems to be much higher. It looks like another good harvest."

"Brother, I told you not to open up too many spiritual fields. There aren't many people on the mountain right now, and it will take more than a week to harvest each time!"

Facing Zhu Ling's complaints, Wang Xin smiled awkwardly: "Isn't it because we are going to recruit students soon? With more people, we will definitely need enough food. It is always a good thing to have a big family and a big business."

"Alas, it's also Zhao Ziyao's fault for being too lazy. She always uses the excuse of seclusion as an excuse. But luckily I managed to trick this Chengying Sword out of her hands!"

As he spoke, Wang Xin waved his right hand. Under the sunlight, a transparent sword in his hand glowed coldly.

Practicing Buddhism is something that makes people feel very comfortable.

The body and mind are immersed in the mysterious realm of Tao, the mind sometimes travels with the wind, sometimes wanders between heaven and earth, without any awareness of the passage of time.

After three years in the mountains, Wang Xin suddenly feels like he just arrived yesterday

He was no longer as confused and excited as when he first went up the mountain. He had lost his boyish innocence, his face had more angles, and his body seemed to have grown up again. He was almost two meters tall, and even Zhu Ling, who was 1.7 meters tall, looked a little petite next to him.

Now, his excitement of getting a glimpse of the immortal gate has calmed down a lot. The mountains are full of spiritual energy, and Wang Xin seems to be more refreshing and detached than the first time he went up the mountain. His whole temperament seems to have become much more elegant.

At this time, the extremely elegant Taoist priest Wang Xin, who had already received his ordination from the Taoist Alliance, rolled up his sleeves and began to...work in the fields.

His Taoist robe was navy blue, made of ordinary cotton cloth, with ropes on the cuffs and trouser legs. It was used for swordplay, fighting, and farming. It focused on practicality while also taking into account the elegance of the robe itself.

Zhu Ling on the side focused on the appearance. He held the Changle sword in his hand and wore a set of azure Taoist robe. The fabric was soft and soft. When he walked, the wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, highlighting Zhu Ling's slender figure to the fullest.

At this time, the two of them went to the fields to harvest at the same time.

"call!"

"Swipe!"

As the wind blew, Chengying Sword and Changle Sword could not have imagined that their awesome and precious divine weapons would be reduced to farm tools.

As the sword wind passed, the rice fell down row by row.

The rice grains were piled neatly, covering the entire farmland, like a golden treasure land.

Wang Xin and Zhu Ling chatted while harvesting the spiritual rice.

"Brother Wang, when do you think we can finish filming the Baiyun Mountain recruitment promotional video?"

Zhu Ling shook his head: "I don't know. Alas, Taoist Chi didn't like the promotional video we asked someone to shoot and edit last time. Now we have an appointment with the media and we have to shoot it again in the next two days."

Wan Xin straightened up from his position in the rice field. "If our promotional video doesn't come out soon, the college entrance exam will be over soon. You don't know how flashy the videos at Qingcheng Mountain and Wutai Mountain are... and the Suzhou Taoist Temple even has sword dances! Everyone knows that China's number one sword dancer is at Baiyun Mountain!"

Zhu Ling also sighed: "It would be great if my master was here, he is the best at making things that look good..."

Wang Xin curled his lips: "Li Zhenjun is probably still in that mountain Kaka. Not long ago, I heard that after the Western Desert was over, someone saw him in the Tanggula Mountains in Qinghai and western Sichuan..."

A guy who was stealing peaches in the spiritual garden froze in his tracks.
What does it mean to look good? I call it promoting the characteristics of Baiyun Mountain and publicizing Taoist culture!

Hiss, why is this girl Zhu Ling talking nonsense now? As the saying goes, a red flower becomes red, a black flower becomes black. It must be Wang Xin who led her astray!

Li Yang looked in Wang Xin's direction with an unfriendly expression.

Wang Xin, who was bending over to harvest the spiritual rice, suddenly felt a chill on his back. He raised his head and looked around.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Wang Xin's strange behavior, Zhu Ling also raised his head.
"Hiss, I don't know why I always feel a chill on the back of my neck..."

"Did you catch a cold? You drank some spirit wine a few days ago and passed out at the mountain gate late at night. It was Sister Ziyao who dragged you back to your room."

"Bullshit, she got me drunk so that she could steal food from the vegetarian hall and she's the first to complain!" Zhu Ling was about to go over to see what was going on with Wang Xin, but his sight suddenly focused on one place, and he looked nervous: "Hey, Senior Brother, do you see a dark guy jumping around in the Spiritual Plant Garden?"

Wang Xin turned his head and looked at what Zhu Ling said. He was shocked and shouted loudly, "It's over. The big monkeys on the mountain are here to steal peaches again! The golden toad and the squirrel are these two thieves who take the money but don't do the work. Aren't they supposed to guard the spiritual plant garden?"

"Brother, look, why is that big monkey standing and walking towards us, and smiling so lasciviously?!"

"Hey, where did this mountain monkey come from? How dare you come to Baiyun Mountain to have fun? Look at my magic sword!"

After saying that, Wang Xin was furious. In order to establish a masculine image in front of Zhu Ling, he ran with Chengying Sword in his hand and slashed at the "Big Horse Monkey"...
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In the evening, Wang Xin and Zhu Ling, both with bruised faces and noses, finally finished their day's work.

Carrying the harvested rice back to the mountain, Li Yang, who was returning with him, felt as if he were in another world as he looked at the ever-changing Baiyun Mountain.

The front mountain was renovated and expanded again, with many more buildings, covering a huge area.
The original spiritual vegetable garden was surrounded by a wall in the middle of the building. Most of the expanded buildings followed the ancient system. The halls, corridors, pavilions and palaces were magnificent and separated by a large area. They were built in an antique, solemn and dignified manner, and they were obviously the work of a master.

"I am back!"

Li Yang opened his arms, enjoying the breeze on the mountain, waiting to be greeted by the people on the mountain.

"Oh"

This was Zhao Ziyao, the first person to walk out of the pavilion. She looked at Li Yang for a long time before recognizing him and bowed indifferently.

Chi Yanhong, who flew over from the back mountain upon hearing the sound, was still wearing a plain Taoist robe, looking cold and beautiful beyond compare, as if he was detached from the world.
However, Chi Yanhong just glanced at someone indifferently.
"Has he become a Yang God?"

"Ah."

"Congratulations."

Without further ado, Chi Yanhong began to ask Zhao Ziyao to move the harvested spiritual rice.

Li Yang, standing at the gate with his arms open, felt a little embarrassed for a moment. This was different from the scene he had imagined with loud drums and gongs and firecrackers.

Soon, an unexpected figure suddenly appeared in the pavilion in front, breaking Li Yang's embarrassment.

"Fellow Daoist Li, how are you? I heard that you displayed incredible magical powers and saved many people in the Western Desert Grassland. You also appeared in the Tanggula Mountains and western Sichuan, punishing evil and promoting good. Your merits are immeasurable."

Yubao was wearing a green Taoist robe, still wearing the wooden sword inlaid with a sword ball, and looked at Li Yang with admiration.

Well, only this guy who doesn't understand the ways of the world would call himself Li Daoyou instead of Li Zhenjun.

Li Yang didn't have the nerve to accept such a foolish compliment, so he smiled awkwardly: "Master Yubao, why are you here?"

Chi Yanhong, who was standing by, answered Li Yang without even looking up: "Yubao came to you in January to ask for advice and discuss the Dao, but you were not there and the school was busy with enrollment, so he stayed to help."

"That's right!" Yubao nodded and smiled, then began to help Zhu Ling and Wang Xin count the spiritual rice.

The whole family was happy and helped each other, except for one abrupt guy.
Well, he is blaming himself for being an adult and going out to have fun, leaving the little ones in the mountains, and he is upset.

Li Yang shook his head and sighed in his heart.

But it was true. It seemed that I had sex with Chi Yanhong in July last year, and then in September, I got out of Luotian Dajiao and went to the mountains to play tricks on the street...

If this happened in a movie or TV show, I would definitely be the scumbag who abandoned his wife and children.

Zhu Ling reported this month's harvest without even raising his head, trying hard not to look up at Wang Xin, whose face was bruised and swollen like a pig's head.

After the rice is harvested, there are still many processes to go through, including drying the rice grains and then shelling them.

The little ones were already familiar with the route, and unlike Zhao Ziyao, Yubao was very determined and took care of most of the work.
After the statistics, preliminary calculations showed that the total output of the 1800 acres of rice fields in the mountains was about kilograms, a slight increase compared to last month.

At the beginning, the yield per acre of rice field was less than 80 kilograms.

Chi Yanhong concluded: "The spiritual energy recovery is still continuing, and the concentration of spiritual energy on the mountain is still rising. It is estimated that the output will continue to rise slightly in the future!"

This number is enough to make people happy. This is harvested once a month. Not counting the higher-grade Yueling rice on the mountain, the annual output of Bailing rice is about 20,000 kilograms.

There are a few small ones on the mountain, and the annual consumption is about 3,000 kilograms, which is a huge surplus.

There is no need to worry if there is surplus food at home. The school will start recruiting soon, and it is always a reassuring thing to have enough Bailing rice production.

After changing his clothes and washing up, Li Yang flew to the front of everyone and said seriously: "Very good, you get what you sow. It is not easy for Baiyun Mountain to develop from a small temple to its current size. Thank you for your hard work."

Chi Yanhong rolled his eyes at someone.

May you be blessed with infinite happiness. This scoundrel spends less than a month in the mountains in a year.

But she is the only one who can show the desire to complain. After Baiyun's Ten Commandments came out, Zhao Ziyao and Wang Xin restrained themselves a lot.
At least I dare not complain about the Master in person.

Several people came to the pavilion in the courtyard to start the internal meeting of Baiyun Mountain. Yubao was also invited to participate.

Li Yang sat in the main seat with a dignified expression on his face

"I have been out of the mountains for half a year. Please report to me about the situation on the mountain first."

In the Bagua-style pavilion, six people sat around a stone table.

Chi Yanhong's face was solemn: "After the harvest this month, Baiyun Mountain should have a stockpile of 120,000 kilograms of Bailing rice, 8,000 kilograms of Yueling rice, and 3,600 jars of Baiyun Li.

There are fifteen acres of second-level spiritual fields on the mountainside and two acres of first-level spiritual fields on the mountain. In addition, there is a spiritual plant garden of four acres, one spiritual peach tree, and sixteen kinds of spiritual plants.

The red fruits in the temple grow slowly, but eighteen of them have been produced, all of which are kept in a brocade box.

The spiritual stone reserves are two tons, the spiritual pearl reserves are two thousand kilograms, and there are all kinds of spiritual ore and refined iron mined in Mount Emei. This is the list. "

After saying that, Chi Yanhong handed Li Yang a list of the assets in the mountains.

Li Yang looked at the list of numerous rare resources and took a deep breath.
Lang Xipi, in general, in movies, when the boss is not around, isn't it normal for the whole thing to be in chaos? Then wait for the boss to return in style to sort out the little brothers...

What should I do? It seems like the mountain is developing just fine while I’m not here?

Hiss, am I a bit redundant as the master of this temple?
(End of this chapter)