I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 153 Mirror Dust Mountain, a Once-in-a-Decade Encounter
The woman turned around and looked back.

He was a young man, speaking calmly and gently, dressed in thin clothes, clearly not afraid of the cold. He also addressed me as a fellow Daoist, indicating we were both practitioners.

The woman asked, "Fellow Daoist, who are you...?"

Jiang She was also observing the woman. Her robes were flowing, her hair was styled in a high and lively bun, and she had a pure and ethereal air about her, indicating that she was a cultivator on the right path.

he asks.

"I find your lineage somewhat familiar, fellow Daoist, so I've come to inquire. May I ask where you are from?"

The woman looked at him, then put away the copybook she was making to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

Talking here would inevitably disturb others, so she stood up, whispered a few words to the person next to her, and then the person next to her moved aside to make room for her.

The Taoist priest Qiu Qi, who was copying the calligraphy model, was completely focused and didn't look behind him.

After walking a few steps away, the woman said:

"I am from Huaiyin."

He added, "When my master traveled the world, he enjoyed making friends. Fellow Daoists may have met my master."

Jiang She asked:
"Is your master from Mirror Dust Mountain?"

The woman was taken aback, not expecting that this person knew.

Her tone changed, becoming more serious. She straightened her back and raised her hand in a gesture of respect.

"My name is Yu Ping, I don't know any friends..."

Jiang She replied naturally, "My surname is Jiang. I have met a few people who come from Jingchen Mountain."

"But we don't know where Mirror Dust Mountain is hidden, so we have no way to visit it."

The woman, Yu Ping, frowned and spoke to him carefully:
“Jingchen Mountain is actually located in Jiangnan East Road, close to Tianmu Mountain in Hangzhou, but it is not visible to the public. Like the immortal mountain described in ancient books, it is only seen once every ten years. The last time the mountain gate was opened was two years ago. If you go there, I'm afraid you won't be able to see it.”

"Once in ten years?"

"Yes."

It somewhat resembles Yunmeng Mountain.

Jiang She nodded, thanked her, and then asked about Daoist Jingchen of Jingchen Mountain.

The woman said:
"My grandmaster's surname is Du, and his given name is Chong. He has profound Taoist skills and travels among mountains and rivers. In recent years, he has mostly been teaching and nurturing disciples."

Jiang She asked:
"I've heard that Daoist Jingchen can turn stones into gold, stop rivers from overflowing, and even concoct elixirs of immortality?"

The woman smiled.

"It's true."

"I see. Your Taoist skills are truly profound. Thank you."

Seeing that Jiang She was about to turn and leave, and that she had answered a lot of questions but he hadn't said anything, the woman called out to him.

"How did you come to know me, the Hermit of Mirror Dust Mountain, fellow Daoist?"

Jiang She stopped in his tracks.

He didn't try to deceive them; he spoke frankly:
"During my travels, when I arrived in Xiangyang, I encountered a group of Taoist priests named Zhang Zhenmei who were swindling people out of their money. The local magistrate interrogated them and learned that they had once followed the Taoist Jingchen in their practice."

The woman frowned.

"But I have never heard of such a senior uncle."

Jiang She: "I heard he's an unacquainted disciple."

The woman was somewhat unwilling for the other party to slander her sect, so she said tactfully, "Everyone has different character. Since you are an uninitiated disciple, you have nothing to do with my Mirror Dust Mountain."

Jiang She then inquired about another person.

"When I traveled to Ruzhou, I met a Taoist priest who called himself Jin Yuan Shangren. I wonder if you have heard of him?"

"That's my fourth martial uncle."

The woman listened, a vague feeling that something was amiss, and she asked:
"Many years ago, Martial Uncle Jin Yuan descended the mountain. How did you know that, fellow Daoist?"

Jiang She said:
"That Master Jin Yuan built a temple for Si Lang Jun, using the evil thoughts of the worshippers as a foundation to carry on the path of incense offerings. Nearly a hundred people died directly at his hands, and the number of people who died because of him is probably much more."

The woman's eyes widened slightly, somewhat incredulous.

"Master also mentioned this uncle, saying that he entered the Dao at a young age, was innocent and unrestrained, and did many good deeds even in his old age. How could this be?"

Jiang She also thought of the Venerable Zhou Ling.

He rummaged in his sleeve and pulled out a cultivation notebook.

Please have the other party take a look.

The woman took it and looked at it without saying a word.

My notes are filled with many things.

From entering the Dao at sixteen, through learning various Daoist arts and techniques, to the passing of loved ones one by one, only the living struggled on the Great Dao. In the end, his solitary resentment and obsession nearly drove him to demonic possession.

In just a few moments, a person's life has turned over.

The woman was still somewhat dazed after reading it.

Many of the Taoist teachings do indeed belong to Jingchen Mountain. Furthermore, the author of these writings, in many places, corresponds to points that Master occasionally mentioned.

After a long pause, she asked:

"How is my martial uncle?"

Jiang She took back the cultivation notes and put them back in his sleeve, his tone indifferent.

"This year, in late spring and early summer."

"I eliminated it."

He stared blankly for a long time, watching the woman's dress flutter in the wind. So he waited patiently for a while, and just then he saw the Taoist priest staring at him. Jiang She shook his head slightly at the Taoist priest.

After a long time.

The woman raised her head and looked at the person in front of her again.

"That fellow Daoist asked me about Mirror Dust Mountain..."

Jiang She remained calm.

"I'm planning to cause them trouble. I hope you won't leak this information, fellow Daoist."

The woman said, "I never knew such a thing existed within the temple."

"Fellow Daoist is still young."

Jiang She then said in a gentle voice:
"Fellow Daoist is young and has a long life ahead of him. If I were to tell you sooner, you might be so impetuous that you would even defy your master to expose this matter."

The woman seemed a little dazed.

"Then I..."

She felt lost.

Jiang She softened his tone.

"How well one cultivates oneself depends on one's own heart."

"It is true that before Master Jin Yuan passed away, he used incense offerings to cause harm. But it is also true that he was full of vigor and did good deeds to save people in his youth."

Merits and demerits cannot be offset against each other.

The woman, Yu Ping, recalled the notebook she had just seen; every word in it was true and could not be faked.

She recalled how her master had guided her into the sect when she was young, brushing away the dirt from her body, patiently teaching her, and imparting the Dharma to her. Such affection was genuine.

Thinking of this...

"And where is the Great Way?"

She became a disciple at a young age and practiced for many years. She believed that she had a great master and fellow disciples, and that the Taoist methods she practiced were of the highest quality.

Today I suddenly came across the notes left by my uncle.

He entered the Daoist path at a young age, full of youthful vigor and ambition.

Who would have thought that their lifespan would be shortened day by day, and thus felt anxious and fearful.

Ultimately, he strayed onto a wicked path, harming countless people.

Feeling lost and confused, influenced by the obsession expressed in the notebook, I hesitated in the snow. For a moment, I didn't know what lay ahead of me.

Jiang She pointed to the booklet she had been holding and said:
"Aren't you currently learning other Daoist techniques, fellow Daoist?"

The woman forced a smile.

she says:

“I actually learned this law by stealing it. It was written down on paper by a predecessor and given to the Stone God. We copied it and learned it... but it’s not exactly legitimate.”

Jiang She shook his head.

He said:

"Since he left that piece of paper, I suppose everyone in the world can learn from it."

The woman asked.

"How did you know, fellow Daoist?"

"I guessed it."

The woman took it as a consolation. Feeling somewhat embarrassed for losing her composure in front of her fellow enthusiasts, she apologized softly and said:
“Jingchen Mountain opens once every ten years. If you go there now, I'm afraid you won’t be able to enter the mountain gate.”

Jiang She, however, said...

There's always a way.

The woman thought that if she waited eight years, she would eventually be able to enter the mountain gate.

Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, she felt it inappropriate to linger in front of the other person, so she gave a slight bow and left.

The Taoist priest had been looking in this direction. Seeing the woman in Jin robes leave, he strode over.

Eyes burning.

"gentlemen!"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)