Sword from the Immortal Mountain

Chapter 59: There is an Immortal Family in the Deep Cloud Mountain
The night passed quickly, and on the next day, Butler Zhao finally saw someone: a pale-faced scholar with a young country girl in simple clothes...

There was also a very ugly dog with a bald tail.

When he saw the dog, Zhao Wu could no longer suppress his anger.

Unfortunately, I am in the market town and cannot cause trouble.

"Where are you two from, and where are you going?"

Butler Zhao didn't bother to be polite and asked directly.

Chen Jin glanced at him and said, "Go to Yunshan Taoist Temple."

"Pray to God? Or pray to a talisman?"

"I want to be your disciple."

"Ok?"

Butler Zhao was stunned and looked him up and down: "You are going to Yunshan Taoist Temple to become a disciple? You must be joking."

Chen Jin asked: "What's the problem?"

"It's a big problem."

Housekeeper Zhao sneered, "We have never heard of Yunshan Taoist Temple accepting disciples, not even Taoist children."

I believe in my heart that Chen Jin and the other two probably heard the news from others and then came to Yunshan in the hope of finding an immortal.

Yunshan Taoist Temple is well-known, and throughout the year, many young people with dreams and aspirations run to the mountain, attempting to become a Taoist priest and embark on the path to immortality.

But it was useless. Not to mention seeing the abbot, he couldn't even get through the main gate.

Chen Jin smiled and said, "Maybe the master will accept me as his disciple after seeing me?"

"A bunch of nonsense."

Butler Zhao threw his sleeves and was too lazy to say more: He is just an ignorant and crazy guy.

It seems that the dog frightened the horse, which was an accident.

This matter cannot be left unresolved.

How could the Zhao family suffer losses in Genshui County?
Even the slightest loss is unacceptable.

Otherwise, if it gets out, it will be embarrassing.

But I can't do it now. I'll have plenty of opportunities when I get outside. That dog looks thick, so I'll just kill him for the hot pot.

He immediately called Zhao Wu and gave him instructions in a low voice.

Zhao Wu listened, nodded repeatedly, and was eager to try. Because of the frightened horse, he was slapped in the face, and his cheek is still a little swollen and painful.

Zhao Wu certainly didn't dare to bear a grudge against the steward, and he was even more afraid that he would lose his lucrative job as a coachman because of this incident.

Then all the resentment will naturally be directed at the dog and its owner.

Chen Jin's donkey cart set off first, leaving the market town and heading towards Yunshan.

This section of the road was wide and flat, and the donkey ran a little faster.

About half an hour later, we successfully arrived at the foot of Yunshan Mountain.

In front of the mountain, there is a river flowing, like a jade belt, very elegant.

This river is not like the stream in Chenze Township. The river is more than three meters wide, the water flows rapidly, and the waves sweep up with great momentum.

A three-star stone arch bridge spans the river. The guardrails on both sides of the bridge are covered with exquisite stone carvings in various shapes, including birds, beasts, ghosts and gods.

If you lean over and look down, you can see a dragon-slaying sword stuck upside down under the bridge, which has long been covered with rust.

Wherever there is a bridge like this, there will most likely be similar swords, which are meant to suppress the flow of dragons and prevent floods from breaking out and causing disasters.

After crossing the bridge, there is a large willow forest with swaying willows and exquisite scenery.

Neither donkey carts nor horse carriages can go up the mountain, but have to be parked here, which is equivalent to a parking lot.

Of course there is a fee, one hundred coins.

The person in charge of collecting the money was a Taoist priest who shouted in a loud voice: "This dog cannot go up the mountain, lest it offends and pollutes the pure land of Taoism."

Chen Jin had no objection and just left Wangcai behind to look after the donkey cart.

When other families come here, they all have their own special driver.

Wangcai was depressed as he couldn't go up the mountain with the others, but he had no choice but to lie on the shaft of the cart, unable to muster up any energy.

After the arrangements were made, Chen Jin and Chen Min set foot on the winding stone steps. A moment later, Zhao Wu also arrived in a carriage.

They also followed the rules. Butler Zhao accompanied the young master upstairs, while Zhao Wu stayed downstairs.

The man turned his eyes and set his sights on the donkey cart and the dog left on it.

"God help me too!"

Zhao Wu gave a grim smile.

If there was a conflict with someone, it would violate the rules of Yunshan Taoist Temple, but finding an excuse to kill an unattended dog should not be a big problem.

He also knew that the immortals in the Taoist temple didn't like dogs.

……

The stone steps on the mountain road are long and winding, seemingly endless.

Chen Jin asked: "Xiao Min, are you tired?"

The girl immediately shook her head: "I'm not tired, I've climbed many mountains before, this is nothing."

"That's good."

"Brother, you don't seem to have climbed a mountain before. If you are tired, let's sit down and take a rest."

Chen Jin held a bamboo stick in his hand, using it as a walking stick. He smiled and said, "I have climbed mountains before."

"Is it the hill behind the village?"

“Of course I’ve been to the back mountain, but it’s not a real mountain.”

The girl was confused and just thought that Chen Jin had been to other mountains when he was studying abroad, because scholars like to travel and enjoy the scenery.

"Hey, brother, look, what is that person doing?"

Chen Jin had actually discovered it a long time ago.

He was a young boy wearing a short shirt and with his hair tied up in a messy way. He walked on his hands and feet and knocked his head against the ground every time he climbed a step.

He really kowtowed with every step.

He hit his head so hard that a pool of blood oozed out of his forehead.

"Haha, scholar, did you see that? That's a guy who wants to come to Yunshan Taoist Temple to become a disciple."

Amidst the laughter, Butler Zhao and the young master arrived. They were both obviously trained, their lower body skills were stable, and their steps were big.

The young man was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome face, an air of wealth, an arrogant demeanor, and a somewhat impatient look.

"If you want to become my disciple, you have to learn from him. Maybe you can win the sympathy of the immortals, and if they soften their hearts, they might accept you as their disciple. But don't get me wrong, they will definitely not accept you as their disciple, but as a handyman, starting with carrying water and chopping wood."

Butler Zhao said mockingly.

Chen Jin glanced at him and suddenly said, "If I guess correctly, you are also bringing someone here to become my disciple, right?"

"Yes, my young master has been favored by the Immortal Master and officially came to join the sect today."

Butler Zhao was very proud.

The young master grumbled, "Sixth Uncle, why are you nagging at these irrelevant people? I thought I could ride a sedan chair up the mountain, but I have to walk by myself. How boring."

"Young Master, we are here to become your disciples. To show our sincerity, it is not appropriate for us to ride on a sedan chair."

Butler Zhao explained.

"Understood, let's go."

"well."

Butler Zhao said repeatedly, but he did not forget to turn around and taunt him: "Scholar, Yunshan is very high, you climb slowly, I will wait for you at the top."

As they spoke, the two of them walked briskly and went up quickly.

Seeing this, Chen Min bit her lip and began to doubt: Will my brother really be able to make me his disciple? Will I be driven down immediately after finally getting in?

Chen Jin seemed to see through her thoughts and reached out to touch her head: "Xiao Min, let's go up too. Don't think too much. On the road to climbing, speed is not important. Persistence is important. As long as you hold on to your beliefs and persevere, one day you will be able to climb to the top of the mountain."

The young man who was bowing his head with every step also heard these words. His eyes became more determined and he continued to move forward.

　Thanks to the book friend "Liushui Gechan" for his continued rewards!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)