Journey to the West: Cultivation Begins at Jindou Mountain

Chapter 463 Late Night Visit
"Uncle Wu, this man's origins are unknown. Why did you let him stay in our Baihua Village?"

On a moonlit night with few stars, in the home of the old village chief of Baihua Village, the old village chief Wu Xi looked at the man in front of him and shook his head slightly.

"That person's speech and behavior are extraordinary, he is certainly not an ordinary person, but I believe he can be trusted."

"Coco, why is that, Uncle Wu?"

Wu Xi shook his head without speaking, but looked at Liu Yanchang, who was holding Chen Xiang's hand and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Yanchang, what is your opinion of this person? Do you have any thoughts on him?"

"Ok?"

Liu Yanchang looked up and saw that everyone in the room was looking at him. Liu Yanchang quickly shook his head and said:

"I have no objection to this matter, Uncle Wu, you can decide for me."

Wu Xi nodded with some disappointment. He knew that the man in front of him was literate and reasonable, but since the man was unwilling to speak, he couldn't force him.

"In any case, let's leave it at that for now. If you're worried, you can keep an eye on that gentleman, just don't be too obvious. It wouldn't be good if he really didn't have any problems and you found out."

"Alright, alright, everyone go back now."

Everyone present nodded in agreement, and Liu Yanchang pulled Chen Xiang away from the room.

But the father and son hadn't gone far along the quiet path in the village when Chenxiang suddenly raised her head and looked at Liu Yanchang with her bright eyes.

"Dad, were you thinking about Mom just now?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yanchang lowered his head to look at Chenxiang, a barely perceptible hint of heartache flashing in his eyes, and smiled:
"What, can't Dad think of something else? Like, what to eat tonight?"

"Hehe~ Dad, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"I haven't decided yet, but..."

"But what?"

"Heh~ It's nothing. Let's go, let's go. Remember to write down all the characters I taught you today when you get back, or you won't get any food."

Outside Baihua Village, the Daoist Lord, who had transformed into the form of Jin Lingzi, was seeing the reflection of Liu Yanchang and his son in his eyes.

"Well, Liu Yanchang is a bit of a scaredy-cat at this moment. But that makes sense. A mortal who married the Jade Emperor's niece and has been exposed to so many things is bound to be a little sensitive."

Because of his arrival, Liu Yanchang was obviously inexplicably on guard. Baihua Village is located in a remote area, in the mountains, and apart from a few neighboring villages, few outsiders come here.

A man of extraordinary bearing specifically requested to land here, and perhaps the most suspicious and wary person in the entire Baihua Village was Liu Yanchang himself.

"However, this is a minor matter. I was entrusted by Sister Yang Chan to come and protect her husband and child. There is nothing shameful about it."

With a light stomp of his foot, Daojun caused a gust of wind to rise rapidly from the ground, and a somewhat short figure emerged from the ground in a spinning motion.

"The local deity of Baihua Village pays respects to Lord Daojun."

As soon as the local earth god appeared, he immediately stepped forward and knelt down to pay his respects to the Daoist.

Others might not know, but how could he not know? The divine status of the person before him was enough to make him sweat profusely just by appearing before him. "Get up. I intend to stay here for some years. I'm just letting you know in advance. Tomorrow, go and find some mountain spirits to help me build a house. You'll be rewarded."

"Yes! This humble old man will obey the Daoist Lord's decree!"

As the local earth god spoke, he stomped his foot on the ground and turned into a wisp of green smoke, disappearing into the earth without a trace.

The next morning, the villagers of Baihua Village, who were awakening from their sleep, discovered a wooden schoolhouse being built outside the village by a dozen or so burly men.

At the same time, more than ten carriages were parked outside the wooden house, filled with various furniture and building materials.

"Mr. Jin, who are these people?"

Daojun turned his head and looked at the old village chief, who was staring in disbelief at the scene, and said with a smile:
“Village chief, these are the people I hired in Yangzhou to build the house. They’ve been following me all this time, but they only arrived this morning.”

“I have already told these people that they want to settle here, and I have already paid them all their wages. They will leave once the house is built.”

"Oh oh oh~"

Wu Xi stared blankly at the scene before him, seeing men hammering away at the fence around them. The force and the sound made Wu Xi's brows twitch.

Not far away, Liu Yanchang was also watching this scene thoughtfully. He seemed to be trying to see something from the man who had suddenly appeared on the other side, or to find any flaws, but he couldn't find any flaws after watching for a long time.

With the help of these dozen or so strong men, a wooden house with a courtyard was built in just one day. It occupied a large area, leaving the villagers of Baihua Village dumbfounded.

Nighttime, in Daojun's wooden cabin courtyard.

Daojun looked at the dozen or so men in front of him, their faces full of excitement, and waved his sleeve.

As a gentle breeze swept by, the dozen or so men in front of him were no longer tall and strong men, but rather a group of strangely shaped mountain spirits.

Some of these little guys can only transform halfway, retaining most of their original appearance, while others haven't transformed at all and remain in their original form.

The only thing they had in common was that their auras were still relatively pure and there was no sign of them turning into demons.

Daojun nodded with a smile and said:
“You have done well. As previously agreed, these moon dews are hereby bestowed upon you.”

As the Daoist pointed his finger, streams of dew, shimmering with the cool, silvery light of the moon, appeared out of thin air, landing on the foreheads of the mountain spirits, disappearing into them.

The mountain spirits bowed deeply in gratitude, then used their abilities to leave the courtyard.

Daojun waved his sleeve again, and the empty carriages parked outside vanished as if they had never existed, leaving only the wooden house and courtyard looking brand new.

Those mountain spirits wouldn't know how to build houses; it was just a trick by the Daoist Lord to let the villagers of Baihua Village know that the wooden house and courtyard didn't appear out of thin air.

Whether the villagers still have doubts is not important. He will be living here for several years, and once he gets familiar with the place, these will be nothing more than trivial matters.

Daojun glanced at the small courtyard before him, but instead of turning back to the house, he looked at the tightly closed wooden door and said with a smile:
"Brother Liu, you have come to visit so late at night. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Please come into my humble abode so that I may do my best to be a good host."

As Daojun finished speaking, the wooden door of the courtyard creaked open, revealing Liu Yanchang, who was about to turn and leave.

Liu Yanchang slowly turned around, looking warily at the Taoist priest in gray who was smiling at him.

(End of this chapter)