Journey to the West: Cultivation Begins at Jindou Mountain

Chapter 474 A Gourd Baby
Xiniuhezhou, Daojun Mountain, Xinglin.

Lü Dongbin and Taibai Jinxing gathered here, sitting in the stone pavilion, drinking celestial wine and admiring the apricot blossoms covering the mountain.

Venus smiled and said:
"When I first arrived at Daojun Mountain, it was just an ordinary mountain devoid of any spiritual energy. Now, it has truly been transformed into a blessed land for immortals by Daojun."

Lü Dongbin downed the wine in his cup in one gulp and exclaimed:
"A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals who dwell there. Daojun governs the medical arts of the world, and his Daoist temple is the holy land of the medical arts of the world. It is normal for such scenery to exist after thousands of years."

"This apricot wine of the Daoist Lord gets better with age, but since the host is not here, we cannot ask for it."

Just then, a cheerful voice came from the wind, and Daojun's figure appeared in front of the two of them.

"Did Fellow Daoist Lu say this specifically to me? If you like, please feel free to take any wine from the cellar."

Upon seeing their host return, Lü Dongbin and Taibai Jinxing rose with smiles, exchanged greetings, and then took their seats.

"Daojun, I've heard that the Golden-Winged Roc has been reincarnated and is currently cultivating in Kunlun Mountain?"

“Indeed, I think this matter must be the work of that Buddha Mother. However, my grudges with him have been resolved and the cause and effect have been settled. Whether he is reincarnated and cultivates again is no longer my concern.”

Upon hearing this, Lü Dongbin nodded slightly.

The fellow Daoist before him had been instrumental in his attainment of Dao, and if the Dao Lord were in trouble, he would not stand idly by. Even if the Dao Lord were to deal with someone, he would do his utmost to help.

In fact, it wasn't just him; the same was true for the Chunyang lineage of Emperor Donghua behind him.

But since Daojun has said so, then this matter can be put aside lightly.

That night, Lü Dongbin left Daojun Mountain satisfied with the apricot wine and returned to his own Chunyang Palace.

His purpose in coming here was to inquire about the Golden-Winged Roc. Since the Daoist was unharmed, he decided not to linger any longer.

Seeing Lü Dongbin leave, Venus looked at the bright moon in the sky and suddenly said:

"Daojun, are you just going to let your disciple go like this?"

Daojun gazed at the apricot blossoms swaying in the breeze under the cool moonlight and chuckled softly:
"The more you interfere, the more counterproductive it becomes. Just like I have never interfered with these apricot trees, Star Lord, look at how beautifully they are all in full bloom."

So, let's stay here and wait for the flowers to bloom.

Venus stroked his beard and nodded.

He knew that Daojun was referring not only to the apricot trees in front of him, but also to the disciples of Daojun Mountain who had planted the apricot trees with their own hands.

Those people, after mastering their skills and leaving Daojun Mountain, although they still consider themselves disciples of Daojun Mountain, voluntarily leave the protection of Daojun Mountain and walk their own paths, taking pride in this.

At Meishan, Yang Jian sat alone in front of the main hall, looking at the water mirror in front of him.

A fight scene is unfolding in this water mirror.

Inside a dilapidated temple, Chenxiang formed a hand seal and exhaled a burst of flame that burned away a group of mountain demons opposite him.

Then, Chenxiang slapped the gourd again, summoning sixteen azure light magic swords. Using the True Sword Control Technique, he transformed them into streaks of azure light, and he alone suppressed the dozen or so mountain demons opposite him, forcing them to retreat step by step.

Just then, a mountain spirit suddenly rushed out of the ground and bit at Chenxiang. Before Chenxiang could react, a golden shield instantly flew out of the gourd, grew larger with the wind, and slapped the mountain spirit back into the ground.

"Sigh," Yang Jian rubbed his head, feeling a bit of a headache. His good brother truly lived up to his reputation as a treasure trove, stuffing a gourd full of precious items into Chenxiang's hands.

Not to mention that the gourd was originally the greatest treasure, but now Chenxiang can't use it and can only live and cultivate in the gourd space every day.

“Brother, this is a bit too cautious. However, my nephew’s fate is ordained by heaven. He will surely face many calamities in the future. When he encounters those old demons, the magic treasures you gave me will only help Chenxiang escape.”

"Or perhaps, that was my brother's original intention."

Yang Jian looked thoughtfully at the treasures on the table. He had originally planned to secretly give these things to Chen Xiang to save his life, but now they were no longer needed.

He did choose a good master for his nephew.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens lies the Heaven of Separation and Hatred, within the Tusita Heaven.

The blue ox lay comfortably in the garden, seemingly asleep, while two little creatures chased and played around it.

The green ox yawned and opened its mouth. A small orange creature quickly appeared beside the ox, holding a wine jug that seemed to appear out of nowhere, and poured the wine into the ox's mouth.

Meanwhile, another small black creature quickly climbed onto the back of the blue ox, its front hooves rhythmically pounding the ground.

Not far away, a fairy boy saw this scene and helplessly covered his forehead. He turned around and left as if he hadn't seen it.

Since those two little ones were personally let in by Laozi, who had instructed them that as long as they didn't damage the treasures of heaven and earth in the garden, they could play freely in the garden.

But as soon as they met, they clung to the green ox, acting as if they were willing to be its underlings. Even the fairy boys who usually fed the ox grass did not take as good a care of it as these two.
Meanwhile, Daojun has been busy in the mortal realm and is unaware that his mountain god and mount have already gone to the Tushita Palace.
The Legend of the White Snake, Suzhou City.

"Sister! Brother-in-law! You're here!"

Xu Xian was overjoyed to see the two figures appear outside the door; they were his sister Xu Jiaorong and his brother-in-law Li Gongfu.

Seeing Xu Xian's family and the child in Bai Suzhen's arms walking quickly out of Baohe Hall, Li Gongfu hurriedly went to greet them.

Xu Jiaorong quickly walked to Bai Suzhen's side, looking at the lovely child in Bai Suzhen's arms with joy and tenderness, her eyes reddening slightly.

"Oh, sister-in-law, it must have been hard for you to come to Suzhou with Xu Xian."

Bai Suzhen looked at Xu Jiaorong, who was gazing at her with such sincerity, and shook her head with a smile.

"Sister, what are you saying? My husband has always been very good to me."

But Li Gongfu stepped forward and pulled Xu Xian aside, whispering:
“Xu Xian, do you know who the leader of your Patriarchal Society is? You know me, your brother-in-law is a constable in the county, and I’m usually very busy with official duties.”

"But this time, the county magistrate actually came to our house himself and asked me to bring your sister over. He even implied that he would give me a raise. But I heard that it seems that all of this is because of this gang leader."

"Xu Xian, do you know this leader? Otherwise, why would he help our family so much?"

Xu Xian suddenly realized and laughed:

"Brother-in-law, don't worry, I am very familiar with Chief Niu."

“I was a little worried that you wouldn’t be able to come, but it seems that Chief Niu had already made up his mind.”

(End of this chapter)