Journey to the West: Cultivation Begins at Jindou Mountain

Chapter 389 Golden Horn Fruit

Daojun Mountain, in the space of incense offerings.

As a wisp of golden light slowly flew back, the Daoist Lord sitting in front of the Hundred Herbs Cauldron opened his eyes.

He made a few calculations with his fingers, and with a slight movement of his lips, a golden talisman quickly appeared in front of him.

“Yuanze, the golden horn tree I planted in the Daojun Palace in the Heavenly Court has ripened. Go and pick three golden horn fruits from the tree and send them back to Daojun Mountain.”

As soon as Daojun finished speaking, the golden talisman transformed into a beam of golden light and vanished from the incense space in an instant.

Daojun looked at the golden medicinal liquid slowly floating in the Hundred Herbs Cauldron, where boundless essence and pure yang energy were churning.

"Among the pill formulas I deduced, the five main ingredients for refining the Pure Yang Pill are Fire Dates, Pure Yang Ganoderma, Golden Horn Fruit, Ten Thousand Year Purple Ganoderma, and Phoenix Tail Ginseng. The other four can be found in my medicine field and Fangzhang Immortal Mountain."

"The only problem is with this Golden Horn Fruit. If it weren't for the fact that I got a Golden Horn Fruit seed from Senior Huangjiao when I consulted with Senior Zhenyuanzi and Senior Huangjiao at Wuzhuang Temple back then, it would have been quite difficult to deal with."

"Now that the last ingredient is almost complete, this batch of Pure Yang Pills will be fully refined in thirty years."

In the third year after listening to the teachings of Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun at the Mi Luo Palace, Daojun accepted Zhen Yuanzi's invitation to visit Wuzhuang Temple, where he lectured with many of Zhen Yuanzi's disciples for three days.

After that, he stayed at Wuzhuang Temple for seven days, seeking instruction in Taoist arts from Zhen Yuanzi and Huangjiao Daxian.

It was around that time that the Yellow Horn Immortal, upon learning that Jun wished to find the Golden Horn Fruit, generously gifted him a seed from a Golden Horn Fruit tree.

Today, the golden horn fruit tree that he planted in the Heavenly Court has finally ripened and can be used as medicine.

Before long, a golden light descended from the sky directly towards Daojun Mountain, entering the incense space and transforming into Yuanze, who was wearing golden armor.

Yuan Ze, holding three fruits shaped like golden horns, slowly walked into the pavilion and handed the fruits to the Dao Lord who was refining pills.

"Daojun, the golden horn fruit you requested has arrived."

"Thank you for your hard work, Yuanze."

Daojun waved his whisk and sent the three golden horn fruits into the Hundred Herbs Cauldron. Then, the emerald green flames quickly swept up the brilliant golden spiritual liquid and the Hundred Herbs fruits, firmly enveloping them in the flames. The vibrant flames burned even more fiercely.

Looking at the Hundred Herbs Cauldron, Yuan Ze naturally knew who his Dao Lord had refined this elixir for. This precious elixir, filled with pure Yang energy, could only be enjoyed by those who had cultivated the Great Dao of Pure Yang. At least Yuan Ze would never dare to consume it.

“Yuanze, I will be going to the heavens soon. It will take at least two or three years, and possibly eight or nine years. You stay here and watch over this alchemy furnace. If a young man named Lü Yan comes, let him settle down temporarily on Daojun Mountain and give him the apricots and fine wine from the mountain to drink to his heart’s content.”

Yuan Ze nodded knowingly. Having followed Dao Jun the longest, he also knew the most about things. He had been sent by Dao Jun to look after Lü Yan before, so he naturally knew Lü Yan's identity.

"Yes, Daojun, I understand."

Daojun nodded slightly, waved his whisk, and instantly disappeared from Daojun Mountain, leaving only Yuanze sitting cross-legged on the ground and the flames in the Hundred Herbs Cauldron burning continuously.

After leaving Daojun Mountain, Daojun went straight back to Jindu Mountain, took many newly ripened spiritual fruits and fine wine brewed in the cellar, and headed straight for the Doushuai Palace in Lihentian, thirty-three heavens away.

Meanwhile, Lü Dongbin also traveled all the way back to Hezhong Prefecture, which he had left many years ago, and arrived at the Lü Mansion.

At this time, the Lü family mansion was managed by the descendants of the eldest brother, namely Lü Yan's own two nephews. These two children were now over fifty years old, approaching their sixties. Lü Yan stood on the bustling street, staring blankly at the plaque of the Lü family mansion.

He and his elder brother hung the plaque by themselves on a ladder back then, and in the blink of an eye, his elder brother has been dead for three years.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. If he were still in the secular world, he would already be an old man in his seventies, so how could he still look like a young man?

Just then, a carriage slowly approached and soon stopped outside the gate of the Lü residence. As the coachman lifted the curtain, an elderly woman in red, with white hair but still dignified and elegant demeanor, stepped out of the carriage with the help of her maid.

Even though she is over seventy years old, judging from her face, she must have been a stunning beauty in her youth.

When Lü Yan saw the old woman, he felt a strange stirring in his heart. He frowned slightly, raised his palm, and made some calculations with his fingers. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The Fang family? What a tragic fate."

Lu Yan shook his head slightly, ignoring the old woman named Fang Qingcheng, and turned to walk into the distance with the flow of people.

On the other side, Fang Qingcheng seemed to sense something as well. She turned her head and looked at the young man in Taoist robes carrying a long sword who was slowly walking away with the flow of people. A look of surprise flashed across her eyes.

Why did she feel somewhat disappointed when she saw the young man?
"The mistress? The mistress?"

Hearing the maid's soft call, Fang Qingcheng snapped out of her daze and nodded indifferently.

"Let's go. We intend to form a marriage alliance with the Lu family, the wealthiest and most powerful family in Hezhong Prefecture. There are still many preparations to be made."

"I hope that their current head can give our Fang family a hand, considering the friendship between our two families from our ancestors."

Lu Yan wandered around the city. He no longer had much attachment to the Lu family mansion. Perhaps this was one of the benefits of cultivating immortality in his youth.

His two nephews have only met him a few times so far, and he has no feelings for the other, younger children.

Lu Yan, who has lost all sense of the passage of time, only feels this way at times, realizing that he is already over seventy years old. Even so, his life is still incredibly long.

In the palace of the Old Man of the Moon.

At this moment, the Old Man of the Moon was hidden among the seemingly tangled red threads, holding a red thread in one hand and scissors in the other, and began his work while looking at the Marriage Register floating in front of him.

Just then, the Old Man of the Moon seemed to sense a certain red thread. He turned his head in surprise, his gaze passing over countless red threads, and appeared on the few in the very center of the palace.

At this moment, the faint red thread between Lü Yan and Fang Qingcheng was slowly disappearing completely, and there was no longer any connection between them.

The Old Man of the Moon watched this scene without changing his expression, even taking it all for granted.

"As expected, those two had made preparations long ago. Daojun went to Jiangcheng to remind the Lü family not to let Lü Yan meet Fang Qingcheng. This must have been their decision back then."

"Although I don't know why these two are acting this way, since the Abbot's Immortal Mountain hasn't said anything, why should I meddle?"

The Old Man of the Moon thought to himself, his gaze returning to the Book of Fate before him, and in the blink of an eye, he forgot about the matter.

(End of this chapter)