Journey to the West: Cultivation Begins at Jindou Mountain

Chapter 421 Buddha's Words Jade Plaque
In the afternoon, Niu Sanjin returned from purchasing medicinal herbs by horse-drawn carriage, only to be greeted by Niu Yi, who handed him a silver note.

"This is...five thousand taels?!?"

Niu Sanjin's hands trembled as he looked at the paper in his hand. He quickly realized what was happening, stuffed the silver note back into his pocket, and carefully looked around to make sure no one had paid any attention. He then forgot about the carriage and medicine outside and hurriedly pulled Niu Yi back to the pharmacy.

"Did Zhong Wen give you this silver note?"

Niu Sanjin asked cautiously, then took out the silver notes from his pocket, scanning them up and down with an expression full of disbelief.

Five thousand taels of silver—this silver note contained five thousand taels of pure silver, a sum he never dared to dream of, and it appeared right before his eyes.

"Yi'er, tell me honestly, can I take this money? Did I do something wrong? Are there any potential problems?"

Niu Yi shook his head, both amused and exasperated, and said:

"Don't worry, Dad, just take this money. It's money that Brother Zhong gave me to save his life. His life is worth much more than this banknote."

"Huh? Life-saving money? Not money to sell your life?"

Niu Sanjin was stunned upon hearing this, and the words in his heart blurted out. Then, realizing what he had just said, he quickly covered his mouth.

Niu Yi simply told Niu Sanjin what had happened that morning, but according to him, he had learned all of this from that ancient book.

"So, please accept this money without worry. I just told Brother Zhong what I saw in the ancient book. He must have already made up his mind."

As Niu Yi spoke, he walked past Niu Sanjin and came to the carriage to begin unloading the medicinal herbs from the carriage and carrying them into the pharmacy.

Five thousand taels of silver is not much for powerful figures like Zhong Wen, but it is an astronomical sum for ordinary people like Niu Sanjin.

Let's give his father a break.
Niu Sanjin's hands were still trembling uncontrollably. Looking at the words on the banknote, he still felt that the banknote in his hand was so unreal.

"Five thousand taels! That's a full five thousand taels!"

By the time Niu Sanjin came to his senses, Niu Yi had already moved all the goods from the cart into the pharmacy, and the brown horse even nudged Niu Yi affectionately.

After a moment's thought, Niu Sanjin quickly stuffed the five thousand taels of silver into his pocket. He dared not leave it out in the open; only by keeping it in his arms could he feel a sense of security.
This thing must absolutely not be leaked, or their family might be in for trouble.
As Niu Sanjin pondered, he didn't notice a gust of wind suddenly blowing into the pharmacy, circling around Niu Yi once before slowly dissipating.

A glint flashed in Niu Yi's eyes, and his aura seemed to strengthen for a moment before it was concealed again.

After cultivating for these days, his cultivation level is already very close to the fourth realm, the Demon General realm. The Heavenly Treasure Technique is almost a perfect match for him.

The stronger the magic treasure meditation diagram that one comprehends through this technique, the faster one's cultivation speed will be, and this is fully demonstrated in his case.

Now that he has the Hunyuan Furnace Meditation Diagram and the Karma Divination Coin Meditation Diagram, his cultivation speed has far surpassed that of his previous life at Lanruo Temple. Presumably, he will be able to advance to the Demon General realm in less than two days.

At night, a loud rumble and a burst of flames startled the quiet forest outside Linjiang City.

Before long, a furious yet sorrowful old voice boomed through the mountains and forests! "You little beast! I've passed on all my skills to you! What, you're already planning to betray your master and ancestors before you've even finished learning?!"

Zhong Wen looked at the withered old man, his body charred black, slowly rising from the flames in the cave, his expression quite solemn.

"My lord! This old monster is not easy to deal with. You should leave quickly, we will handle this!"

In front of Zhong Wen, a man in armor held a long sword and firmly protected him, his face resolute. Behind them were dozens of guards holding longbows.

After a moment's thought, Zhong Wen saw that the old man was still floating in mid-air without making any movement, and with a vague guess in his mind, he shouted loudly:
"Senior! Is your cultivation method truly real? I've heard that practicing your method can lead to physical weakness and rapid aging!"

"If I remember correctly, senior, twenty years ago you were a well-known young talent in the martial arts world, not even thirty years old!"

"However, now, senior, you are nearing the end of your life, half your body buried in the earth. This is probably because of that cultivation technique! You have not revealed a single thing about any of these matters to me! How can I trust you when you are so dishonest!"

The withered old man in the sky looked down at Zhong Wen, a sinister glint in his eyes. His physical condition was already extremely poor, and the little beast in front of him had just led people to burn him with fire, which had brought him to the brink of despair.

He originally intended to verbally overpower the other party, whether it was to provoke them into launching a rocket in a desperate attempt or to scare away Zhong Wen and the guards, both of which would leave him a glimmer of hope.

But this brat is deliberately stalling him, trying to wear him down to death!
Suddenly, the withered old man opened his palm and squeezed Zhong Wen's hand tightly.

Zhong Wen suddenly felt something binding him around him. His expression changed drastically as he struggled with all his might, but to no avail. He could only feel the force tightening, which made his face turn red.

"My lord! What's wrong with you?!"

The man next to Zhong Wen quickly realized something was wrong. His expression changed as he saw Zhong Wen struggling. However, by the light of the fire, he could clearly see that there was nothing around Zhong Wen.

"Damn it! Everyone, listen to my command! Fire arrows! Shoot that sorcerer down!"

"Yes!"

With a wave of his hand, the man ordered the many guards behind him to draw their bows and nock their arrows, aiming at the old man floating in mid-air.

A hint of joy flashed in the old man's eyes. He wanted these people to fire their arrows so that he could send them all back!
But the joy that had just appeared in the old man's eyes was quickly replaced by a look of astonishment.

Suddenly, a shattering sound came from Zhong Wen's body, accompanied by a Buddhist chant. A golden light suddenly exploded from Zhong Wen's chest, instantly causing the restraints around him to disappear without a trace.

The withered old man stared wide-eyed at the scene, his finger pointing at Zhong Wen, his whole body trembling.

"You...you...pfft—"

Suddenly, the old man spat out a mouthful of black blood, and then the light in his eyes quickly faded as he fell from the sky.

Zhong Wen and the guards around him breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. As if he had thought of something, Zhong Wen quickly opened his clothes and took out a broken jade pendant.

(End of this chapter)