Chapter 481: Treasure for Protecting the Mountain

The mountain was leisurely, a few days of pure cultivation, a few days of watching clouds, a few days of listening to rain, and a ten-day period passed in a flash.

Xiao Xiao Shimei really went to the Western Regions.

Before going, she went to find Second Third Third Shixiong, took many spiritual pills and medicines, returned to Fuqiu Temple, took many heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and carried heavy gifts to Tianshan, while leaving the disciple for Lin Jue to help take care of.

So Lin Jue helped Xiao Xiao Shimei take care of the child, lectured on the Dao and taught spells for a few days, let her read and practice calligraphy for a few days, took her to stir-fry tea for a few days, took her to climb the mountain a few times, and took advantage of the fact that winter had not yet come, to go down to the river to catch fish for a few days. In the blink of an eye, another half a month passed.

Lin Jue took very good care of her.

Then he went to visit Daoist Daoist Qingxia of Nanshan, tasted the spring breeze with him, discussed the gods of the South and North, and went to visit Daoist Yuzhuan, who loved watching clouds and also gifted him white clouds, to express his apologies for accidentally breaking that white cloud, leisurely and leisurely, another half a month passed.

The human world under the mountain was surging with wind and clouds.

Shiding City was broken, the right-route army under the Yue King drove straight in, fought into Qinzhou, first put on the posture of taking the capital directly, scaring the various divided troops to return to support, then made a surprise counterattack, detoured to Cuiwei County to rescue the left-route army, and then joined forces with the Yue King himself to take the capital together.

The wind and rain of the world had already slapped on the face.

More and more people drilled into Fengshan, and even Xiao Xiao Shimei's Fengshan Hongye Guan had more and more visitors.

The deep mountains were relatively quiet, but there were also human traces.

It was impossible for this place to become a noisy city, but a few more people, a short period of liveliness, Lin Jue did not care. This mountain was not his, but in his leisure time, he often watched these various people coming and going on the mountain top and in the forest.

One was that he was really leisurely, watching flower petals spinning on spider webs, watching ants moving house on the ground, he could watch for half a day, so watching people could naturally pass the time.

Two was that he intentionally looked to see if anyone had a fate with him.

He saw that most of the incense pilgrims were sad-faced, coming to the temple to worship gods, wanting to seek peace in the chaotic world, or because there were demons and evil spirits in the family, coming to seek the gods and immortals in the temple to cast spells to eliminate them.

He also saw some poor people full of sorrow, in order to avoid the harsh taxes that could be called crazy under the mountain, to avoid the chaotic conscription of the court at the moment of death, and also to avoid the war that followed, dragging their families, only taking some silver money and some tools, and drilling into the deep mountains.

The rise and fall of the world, mostly the people suffer.

The thatched huts in the depths of the mountain mist and miasma might not all be left by immortal hermits, but might also be helpless.

There were also literati, romantic scholars. This kind of chaotic world completely confirmed the existence of demons, ghosts, gods, and immortals in the world, so they gathered in threes, seeking immortals in the deep mountains, chanting poems in high places, leaving ink treasures in places with excellent scenery, sleeping under pine trees, picnicking in the wind, talking to woodcutters when meeting them, and knocking on the doors of the huts of those avoiding disaster, treating them as hermits.

Lin Jue had also met them several times.

Unfortunately, there was never anyone with a fate.

Lin Jue's requirements for taking disciples were really not high.

Unlike Fuqiu Temple taking disciples, which required excellent talent and pure five-qi, Lin Jue didn't even find Third Third Shixiong to learn the method of "knowing people and knowing fate," and it was difficult to distinguish the other party's talent and five-qi in detail.

Lin Jue taking disciples was not to build any power, so that it would be of any help to him in the future, nor did it have to be passed down, otherwise the inheritance would be broken. If the disciple's talent was good, he would naturally be powerful; if the talent was not good, he would have his own fortune. It was a good thing if the disciple could achieve the Dao; if he couldn't achieve the Dao, Lin Jue himself was an immortal. As long as he himself did not die, how could there be such a thing as the inheritance being broken?

If the disciple's five-qi was pure, it was naturally good; if the five-qi was turbid, he would patiently guide him; if it was still the misfortune of the master's school, then count this disciple as powerful, being able to deceive himself for so many years.

A person who is confident enough will never place too much hope on the next generation.

Lin Jue only needed "fate."

However, even so, it was not easy to find.

Carving the pavilion for a few days, teasing the fox for a few days, sitting in meditation and realizing for a few days, another ten-day period passed.

This piece of heaven and earth gradually turned cold, and winter had entered.

While the incense pilgrims under the mountain were worshipping gods, they brought news of the second breaking of Cao Hai Pass in the north, and the iron cavalry under Luo Gong also began to rush to the capital.

Lin Jue took advantage of the early time on the mountain, when there were no incense pilgrims on the mountain, sitting cross-legged on the platform in front of the temple, facing the morning cloud sea and exhaling into mist, lowering his head and continuing to carve the palace pavilion.

The pavilion in his hand had already taken shape.

A three-story pavilion, with dragon-coiled pillars, phoenix-flying beams, elegant design, reasonable planning, and exquisite workmanship, having both the majesty and solemnity of a divine palace and the elegant leisure of a Daoist great hall.

If compared with the pavilion built by the immortal Daoist Xuanming, it was hard to say which was more beautiful, but this pavilion for which Lin Jue personally raised the requirements was obviously more to his heart.

"Worthy of being Valley Master..."

Even Valley Master and his disciples made many pieces of furniture for him according to the proportion, such as grandmaster chairs, circle chairs, folding chairs, long couches, tables, tea tables, and also made some wooden shelves that could place pill bottles, medicinal materials, or collections according to the Daoist temple style, and even wove some cushions with fine grass and placed them inside.

Lin Jue looked and felt it was very interesting—

This Valley Master wouldn't think that he was going to take this pavilion to live in, or like holding a funeral, burning it, and it would become a god's immortal residence in the underworld, right?

"Hoo..."

Blowing a breath, wood chips flew everywhere.

Lin Jue took the pavilion and looked.

The main body had completely taken shape.

Through the first and second floors of the pavilion, one could see the white fox on the opposite side also tilting its head and looking over. The white fox's eyes were filled with clear curiosity.

There was also a Caili cat clawing at his hand, itchy, as if wanting him to give it to it to play with.

"Go, go, go!"

"Walk, walk, walk!"

"If you make trouble again, I'll punish you by copying Daoist scriptures!"

Caili retracted its hand and looked around as if nothing had happened.

Lin Jue took out many small objects from the side.

Matching tenons with mortises, with a light press, doors and windows were also installed into the pavilion.

Not long after, except for the tiles, the pavilion was completely made.

"We will live here in the future." Lin Jue first said to Good Fuyao, and then said to that stupid cat, "In the future, you can come here to find Good Fuyao to play."

Footsteps came from behind.

It was a little girl wearing a Daoist robe, about ten years old, holding a bowl in her hand, inside was a bowl of white porridge and a few sticks of pickles, exactly Zhang Ziyun who was being taken care of by him.

"Uncle Master! Time for breakfast!"

"Hmm..."

"The ground is dirty!" Zhang Ziyun looked at the wood chips all over the ground, "Uncle Master, you eat breakfast first. After you finish eating, just put the bowl there, I'll wash the bowl and then come to sweep."

"This is a treasure, can't be swept casually." Lin Jue waved his sleeve, and the wood chips all over the ground were all rolled up by the wind and went into the dustpan beside, "After you finish cleaning up, there should be incense pilgrims on the mountain. Today we won't go to the mountain to walk around, the Daoist temple will also open its doors for a day, you entertain the incense pilgrims. In the future, when you grow up, you will still have to rely on the incense of this Daoist temple to make a living."

"Oh..."

Zhang Ziyun took a small stool, also took the bowl, and sat beside Uncle Master to eat.

This little girl was as well-behaved as Xiao Xiao Shimei back then.

"Uncle Master, when will Master come back?"

"I don't know either."

"You are a god, can't you calculate?"

"I am not a god who can calculate."

"Then what kind of god are you?"

"Anyway, I have my own abilities."

"Oh..."

The little girl calculated the time, and missed Master very much in her heart.

In these days, she cooked the rice, she swept the floor, and she washed the bowls. Uncle Master wanted to drink tea, didn't go down the mountain to buy it, but had to stir-fry it himself, wanted her to help him, and after stir-frying, complained that it was not as good as spring tea, and every day had to accompany Uncle Master to play all over the mountain, climbing up and down, and had to go down to the river. Uncle Master was a god, wouldn't be tired, if he was tired, he would summon a white cloud to pick him up with a wave of his hand, but she was different.

She had never been so tired when Master was here...

Just at this time, white clouds came in the sky.

The little girl immediately looked up, looking at the sky, thinking that Master had come back, but saw three gods.

A female god, looking quite familiar, as if she was a good friend of Uncle Master and Master, and beside her were two divine officials, all wearing divine clothing, bathing in the morning glow, looking so holy.

How did this one also become a god, able to ride clouds and mist?

Wasn't it the last time she saw her, she was still like her, walking on the mountain with swinging legs?

The little girl couldn't figure it out.

Yet she saw the white clouds drifting down, stopping on the edge of the cliff in front of the Daoist temple. The female god changed her Daoist robe into a divine garment, still holding the whisk, and saluted calmly:

"Daoist friend is actually here."

"My cave is still being built, temporarily staying at my Xiao Xiao Shimei's place." Lin Jue stood up to welcome her, and said at the same time.

"I brought a gift for Daoist friend."

"What gift?"

The white cloud landed on the platform and dissipated into mist. Daoist Jiang stretched out a hand, on which was a pair of silver rings, the size of bracelets:

"It's a thank-you gift from the South."

Lin Jue took it and looked, and knew what this was.

It was the magical treasure of Lingzhi Lingzhi Sanren.

It turned out that this silver ring was a pair.

In this case, Lingzhi Lingzhi Sanren seemed to have at least been defeated.

"You helped me avenge, how can I accept it?"

"If there was no help from Daoist friend, relying only on Divine Lord Kuniang, it would be impossible to fight Lingzhi Lingzhi Sanren and the Saint-Protecting True Lord alone and win." Daoist Jiang said, "Southern gods are rich, not taking it is not taking it, accepting a thank-you gift will not affect Daoist friend's neutrality or stain Daoist friend's reputation. Not to mention it won't spread out, even if it spreads out, it will be helpful to Daoist friend's neutrality. Daoist friend doesn't need to decline."

"Also good." Lin Jue thought for a while, only then accepted it, and asked her again, "After Daoist friend returned to Heaven, was a divine position conferred?"

"Only counted the merit, the matter of conferring the position will wait until the world is stable."

"Then the current Daoist friend, should be Jiang Jiang Zhaoren?"

"Both are fine."

Daoist Jiang was still calm.

Today she came to thank him with official business, and there were two divine officials following, so she didn't chat much. After asking clearly where Lin Jue's cave would be in the future, she rode the cloud and returned.

Lin Jue held the two silver rings and looked carefully.

Rubbing gently with his index finger and thumb, one silver ring turned into two, and pinching with the other hand, there were four.

This was just right—

The Daoist temple opens the mountain, how can there be no treasure to protect the mountain?

"Share one with you."

Lin Jue handed one to Zhang Ziyun.

Just two silver rings, one placed in Xiao Xiao Shimei's Fengshan Hongye Guan, one placed in his own cave that was about to be built.

The little girl was confused, only knowing to reach out and take it.

Coincidentally at this time, a singing voice came faintly from under the mountain:

"This mountain has spiritual cranes, riding them can travel between heaven and earth... This mountain has clouds and rosy light, wearing them can be a neon-clothed immortal... This mountain has moonlight, reflecting in the deep mountain ten-thousand-year spring..."

It was the voice of a young lad, still with a bit of greenness, and the voice was leisurely and clear, penetrating from the mountain.

Lin Jue couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

It was not for any other reason, but suddenly thinking of back then.

Back then, when he and Xiao Xiao Shimei followed Master, first going up the mountain, when they were in Yishan, they had also heard a woodcutter singing loudly in the mountain, chanting similar sentences. This sentence and all other things met that day together constructed his first impression of the immortal aura of Black Mountain, which he still couldn't forget today. ===== CHAPTER 482 =====