Journey to the West: Cultivation Begins at Jindou Mountain

Chapter 390 Visiting Relatives at the Tushita Palace

After leaving Zhonghe Prefecture, Lü Yan did not rush on his way, but walked all the way. If he encountered any injustices or human suffering, he would lend a helping hand.

If he encounters demons causing trouble, he will draw his sword to eliminate them and protect the people. His understanding of cultivation is also constantly improving. Based on the immortal techniques taught by Zhongli Quan and Chunyang Sword, he has also gained some unique insights of his own.

On the other side, Daojun had also arrived at Lihentian and was standing outside the gate of Doushuai Palace talking with the celestial boy.

"Daojun, my master has already told me in advance that if you come, he will take you to find the Green Ox. However, he is currently refining pills and will not be coming out to see you."

Daojun nodded with a smile and cupped his hands, saying:

"Then I'll trouble you, fairy boy, to take me to find my brother, the rhinoceros."

"You're too kind, Daoist Master. Please."

"Please, fairy boy."

The Daoist followed the celestial boy into the Tushita Palace. They traveled along the path and soon arrived at the garden, where they found the blue ox secretly drinking wine.
Niu Yi was speechless as he looked around and, seeing no one, began to drink heartily.

The fairy boy beside him watched this scene calmly, clearly unsurprised by the green ox's appearance.

Daojun shook his head slightly with a hint of helplessness. His brother Si's state was almost exactly the same as when he was in elementary school in his previous life, reading a small book in class.

Of course, he now understands why he always gets caught.
"Daojun, now that I have brought you here, I will take my leave. Please make yourself at home. And please rest assured, this area is rarely visited, so please make yourselves at home."

"Alright, thank you, Fairy Boy."

Daojun bowed and thanked him, and the celestial boy returned the bow and then turned and left decisively.

Daojun stepped forward, deliberately making a sound, and the wine pot in the green ox's hoof disappeared instantly. The next moment, it lay down on the ground again, looking as if it were fast asleep with its eyes closed.

"Brother Si, I brought some freshly picked fruit from Jindu Mountain this year to come and see you."

Upon hearing the cheerful voice, the green ox quickly raised its head and looked in surprise toward Daojun, where it saw Daojun carrying a basket of bright orange tangerines and walking toward it with a smile.

"Haha! Bro, what brings you to visit your big brother!"

The green ox quickly got up, transformed into its demon form amidst a cloud of green clouds, and easily removed the chain from its back before casually tossing it away.

Immediately afterwards, the Green Ox opened its arms and went to greet Daojun with a big smile. It hugged Daojun tightly and patted him hard, its excitement overflowing.

Daojun smiled and said:
"Of course I missed you, Brother Si. This year, Jin Du Mountain has yielded many fruits again, so I specially brought some for you to try."

As Daojun spoke, he lifted the bamboo basket in his hand, and the green ox, smelling the orange fragrance, also lit up with its eyes and reached out to take it without any hesitation.

"Brother, you're so thoughtful! Although the fruit you brought me when I left the mountain last time is far from finished, the freshly picked fruit is just different."

As Qingniu spoke, he picked up an orange, peeled it, put the glistening orange segments into his mouth, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Seeing this, Daojun took out spiritual wine and other spiritual fruits from his sleeve again, and pulled the green ox to sit down on the ground in the garden.

“Brother Si, I will be staying in the Tushita Palace for a while this time, so let’s catch up.”

"Alright, alright, my dear brother~ I'm getting so bored staying here in the heavens. Come and tell me, what interesting things have happened to you these past few years?"

Daojun stayed in the Doushuai Palace for seven days, while seven years had passed on Earth. Lü Yan traveled along the way, stopping and starting, sometimes going into seclusion to cultivate, and finally arrived at the Tongtian River.

At this moment, Lü Yan was standing in front of a dirt road in a village, looking at the somewhat mystical lion statue before him. Not far away, a woodcutter was returning from chopping wood. Seeing Lü Yan, dressed in a Taoist robe, standing before the lion statue with no respect but rather some curiosity, staring at it, he quickly called out:

"Hey! Taoist priest!!"

Hearing the sound behind him, Lü Yan turned around and saw the woodcutter running over in a fluster.

Before Lü Yan could reply, the woodcutter grabbed him and pulled him away from the lion statue. He then bowed apologetically to the lion statue and muttered something under his breath.

Lu Yan naturally understood that the woodcutter was saying that he must be an outsider and asking the divine lion to forgive him.

Lu Yan asked curiously:
"Brother, I think this lion is exactly the same as the divine lion in the Temple of the Divine Physician Daojun. Why are there also divine lions placed outside the villages around here?"

Upon hearing this, the woodcutter turned around and stared at Lü Yan with wide eyes.

"I say, Master, so you knew that this Divine Lion was from the family of the Divine Physician Daoist Lord. If that's the case, how could you be so disrespectful to the Divine Lion!"

"Come, come, Daoist Master, I see you are also a Daoist. Quickly apologize to the Divine Lion, and maybe he won't complain to the Daoist Lord about you."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yan chuckled and said:

"Judging from what you're saying, elder brother, could it be that the Divine Lion and the Daoist Lord are like the Kitchen God and the Jade Emperor?"

Upon hearing this, the woodcutter couldn't help but shudder, and quickly turned around to bow down to the lion statue once more.

Lu Yan was slightly surprised to see this. Just then, he saw that the divine lion statue seemed to suddenly awaken a spirit. The statue winked at Lu Yan, and a divine thought quickly came through.

"The people here are like this, Immortal Master, please don't mind them. I am Fuli, one of the seven guardian lions under the Dao Lord. I greet you, Immortal Master."

A golden light flashed in Lü Yan's eyes. Since he comprehended the Pure Yang Dao, he had been making rapid progress on this path. However, the Pure Yang Dao was one of the top Daos, and even he could not speed up his cultivation.

Even so, he was already a living immortal who could live for tens of thousands of years, and his vision was extraordinary. Of course, he could see that the person in front of him was walking the majestic divine path, and his magical power was unfathomable.

This person should also be someone who has cultivated the complete Great Dao, and follows the orthodox divine path; they are undoubtedly under the command of a Dao Lord.
"Junior Lü Yan greets Senior Fu Li."

“I dare not accept such praise as a senior. I know that you are curious about why this woodcutter is like this. Please move to the Tongtian Riverbank. A large ship will arrive at the riverbank soon. Please board the ship and let us talk.”

As soon as those words were spoken, the spirituality on the lion statue quickly vanished, and it returned to its ordinary state.

Lü Yan looked towards the west.

His current location is already within the Daojun Mountain area, and once he crosses the Tongtian River, he will be not far from Daojun Mountain.

"Since we've already arrived at the Daojun Mountain area, why not meet this Fuli? If I wish to pay my respects to the Daojun, I'd appreciate it if this person could pass on my message."

"However, Senior Fuli seems to be being a bit too polite."

As Lü Yan pondered, his figure transformed into golden light and vanished from the spot in an instant. The woodcutter who had been apologizing to the statue suddenly remembered something and quickly turned around.

"Taoist Master, you..."

The woodcutter stared blankly at the empty space behind him, shuddered, swallowed hard, and walked quickly toward the village with a suspicious look on his face.

(End of this chapter)