Journey to the West: Cultivation Begins at Jindou Mountain

Chapter 413 The Legend of the White Snake

Nighttime, on Daojun Mountain.

At this moment, Daojun was standing on the pavilion of Daojun Palace, looking up at the bright moon in the sky. In his eyes, there was an indescribable and inexplicable ball of energy slowly rotating. This ball of energy was ever-changing and had no fixed shape.

The stars twinkled in the night sky, and the bright moon hung high. The cool and tranquil moonlight poured down on Daojun, as if he were draped in a layer of silver gauze.

In Daojun's eyes, the bright moon in the sky seemed to be echoing him from afar, with a ball of energy appearing above the moon and rotating continuously.

After a while, the aura in Daojun's eyes slowly dissipated, and the moonlight shining on him seemed to dim slightly.

Daojun bowed to the bright moon in the sky and thanked him, saying:
"Thank you for your help, Taiyin Xingjun."

As Daojun finished speaking, a clear, cold old woman's voice slowly appeared in Daojun's ears.

"You're too kind, Daoist Lord. However, your true spirit's reincarnation must be in another world far from the Three Realms. Even with the help of the Moon Palace, we couldn't find it."

“I was prepared for this, and I believe he is doing well. Since I cannot find him now, I will focus on my cultivation.”

"good."

As the words of the Moon Goddess faded from Daojun's ears, Daojun turned and walked back to Daojun Palace to go into seclusion for cultivation.

His true spirit now has not only the small boat given to him by his second senior brother, but also the old rooster by his side to take care of him. Even if he cannot find out where he is, he does not need to worry too much.

The Niu family's residence is located west of Linjiang City.

The Niu family consists of four members: Niu Sanjin and his wife Bai Fangfang, who have two sons. Their eldest son, Niu Guangyi, is sixteen years old and has left the academy to help manage the family business. Their younger son, Niu Guangze, is twelve years old and is currently studying at the academy.

In the vast city of Linjiang, the Niu family, who ran a pharmacy, were not particularly wealthy or famous, but they lived a comfortable life.

Just over a month ago, Niu Sanjin, who was delivering medicinal herbs to a village in the south, was unable to repay the debt because the family owed him several coins for the herbs. As a result, the family had to sell their belongings to pay off the debt.

Niu Sanjin felt a pang of pity seeing that the family's house was almost empty because the old father was seriously ill. When the eldest son took out a stack of old books left by his ancestors, he accepted them as payment for the debt. The family thanked him profusely and saw him off.

Niu Sanjin never imagined that these books would disrupt his family's peace.

At night, in the small courtyard of the Niu family in the west of the city, Niu Sanjin was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, looking somewhat worried at the candlelight reflected on the paper window of the house to the east.

Niu Sanjin spends most of his time making and grinding medicine. Although he rarely goes out, his hands are calloused from years of work, and his black beard is well-groomed. Coupled with the fact that the other man is dressed in a clean green cloth shirt, it is clear that he is a rather clean and image-conscious middle-aged man.

At this moment, Niu Sanjin's face was full of fatigue and worry, and his eyes were slightly dark.

"What a tragedy!"

Niu Sanjin sighed, when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a woman carrying a basket walking slowly toward him through the open wooden gate of the courtyard.

"Madam, you're back." Bai Fangfang saw her husband's expression under the moonlight and couldn't help but sigh slightly. She stepped into the courtyard, closed the gate behind her, and slowly walked to Niu Sanjin's side. She placed the bamboo basket in her hand on the millstone and looked towards the candlelight in the house to the east.

"Judging from this, is Yi'er still reading those books?"

"Sigh, yes, perhaps I shouldn't have brought those books back. They've made our Yi'er so fascinated. I think tomorrow, when Yi'er is in the toilet, I should just burn all those books!"

Seeing Niu Sanjin's troubled and frustrated expression, Bai Fangfang stepped forward, tugged at his sleeve, and comforted him:

“Husband, perhaps we are both ignorant about this matter. After all, Yi’er has been studying at the academy for a long time, and it was only in the last two years that she decided to stop studying and help us manage the pharmacy business to reduce our burden.”

“Alas, my lady, you don’t understand. I looked through those books when they were brought back. Although I only studied for a few years, I consider myself literate. The words on those books were like scribbles, and they were badly damaged. If I hadn’t taken pity on that family, I would never have accepted them to pay off their debt.”

"Now look what's happened! Our Yi'er is staring at those things all day long. Forget about going to the pharmacy, he's lost his appetite and can't sleep for a whole day and night. He's usually so sensible, but now he's acting just like... just like... sigh!"

Niu Sanjin opened his mouth, but swallowed the last few words, letting out a heavy sigh.

"In any case, this situation cannot continue. Tomorrow I will go to the Jinxi Taoist Temple outside the city to ask the master, Master Jinxi, to come and take a look at Yi'er!"

In the east room, a boy of about twelve years old was fast asleep on the earthen bed. However, not far from the window, there was a slightly worn wooden table.

At this moment, a sixteen-year-old boy was looking at an old, yellowed book in his hand, which looked as if it had been scorched by something, by the light of the candle on the table.

But his dark pupils held a depth far beyond his years.

"This Heavenly Treasure Technique is quite interesting. Its ideas are imaginative and unconventional. By visualizing a celestial magic treasure, one can leave a spiritual seed in the body. By cultivating with this for many years, one can even nurture a similar magic treasure from this spiritual seed. Moreover, this magic treasure is combined with one's own characteristics, and it will have at least 60% of the power of the original magic treasure."

"However, the person who created this method is truly audacious. This Heavenly Treasure Technique would probably be quite useless in the hands of others."

"If one possesses a magical treasure, why would one need to contemplate another's treasure to create something from it? Moreover, if such a contemplated treasure relies on karma or directly confronts its original owner, it would likely be completely suppressed."

"At least the burn marks on this book are clearly from someone who used cause and effect to find it and, following the path of cause and effect, used the power of a magical artifact to burn it into its current state."

"As for those cultivators who practiced this Heavenly Treasure Technique, their fate is certainly not good either."

This young man was none other than Niu Guangyi, the eldest son of the Niu family.

If his muttered words were heard by his parents, they would be terrified and might actually think their son was possessed.

What they didn't know was that when Niu Sanjin brought those books home, their son's memories from his previous life had already fully awakened.

"You described the Tianbao Technique as so useless, yet you seem to enjoy reading it so much. Clearly, this thing is useful to you."

(End of this chapter)