The Urban Medical Martial Immortal

Chapter 953: Chapter 947: Wu Jiu

The arrival at Gusu City, the Cold Mountain Valley, Jii Xiaoyao received a sudden instruction from her master Weng Xiyun to change her plans and head to Gusu City.

After all, she was also here to join in the fun, but her master’s matters were more important.

She rushed over overnight.

Tang Huachen, like an appendage, followed along the way.

At this moment, hearing the words between Jii Xiaoyao and Su Daoyang, his expression became even more gloomy.

The Tang Family, as a major family in Yanjing, had contact with the so-called Immortal Mountain Sect.

Although they were all small sects and not high in level, they were at least stronger than Cold Mountain Valley. The Tang Family itself was much stronger than the Su Family!

They were simply not on the same level!

It was just.

Tang Huachen had no talent for cultivation.

He had only practiced some basic martial arts techniques.

His strength was equivalent to that of a National Martial Arts Master, good enough to beat ordinary people, but facing truly powerful martial artists, he was no match.

Hearing Jii Xiaoyao talk about matters related to cultivation, and when she mentioned her master, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of bitterness in his heart.

The gap between him and Jii Xiaoyao was too large!

Even though he was unwilling and wanted to win Jii Xiaoyao’s heart, he understood from the beginning that it was all just a struggle.

In the Su Family hall, Tang Huachen’s expression was complex, but he remained silent.

“Thank you to the Su Family Patriarch for leading the way overnight!”

Jii Xiaoyao stood up with a smile and nodded to Su Daoyang.

“Miss Jii, after you!”

Su Daoyang hurriedly led the way.

However.

A young man walked out from behind, saying urgently to Su Daoyang: “Grandfather… can I go with you? I want to take Zinan to see. I want to experience Cold Mountain Valley! I wonder if we could follow along?”

“This… Miss Jii, what do you think? Oh, he’s one of my younger generation, Su Lei! Beside him is his fiancée Shen Zinan…”

Su Daoyang paused slightly, then turned to Jii Xiaoyao, not daring to make a decision immediately, carefully speaking while introducing Su Lei and the two others.

“If they want to go, let them go, the Su Family Patriarch can just take me into the Cold Mountain Valley!”

Jii Xiaoyao seemed indifferent, casually responding.

Su Daoyang sighed in relief, turning to Su Lei with a stern face, “Then follow along!”

A party of seven walked out of the Su Family manor.

Besides Jii Xiaoyao, Tang Huachen, Su Daoyang, Su Lei, Shen Zinan, and Fwu Tianye, there was also a man who closely followed Su Daoyang.

The man had a strong aura and should be Su Daoyang’s personal guard.

Arriving in front of the Su Family manor, Su Daoyang had two cars brought over to head to Cold Mountain Temple late at night.

While Jii Xiaoyao and the others rushed to Cold Mountain Temple, Lin Tian and Shu Zihui had already bypassed the small path behind Cold Mountain and reached the front mountain gate.

In the night, a serpentine stone staircase could be seen spiraling up, reaching the Cold Mountain summit.

“Mr. Lin, what do you think?”

Shu Zihui turned back, looking at Lin Tian.

He was unsure if Lin Tian wanted to walk up or fly directly.

Flying directly would likely alarm the people of Cold Mountain Valley.

At that time, some unnecessary trouble would surely arise.

“Let’s walk up!”

Lin Tian glanced at the ancient-style gate with weathered marks at the foot of the mountain and nodded.

The two stepped forward and, after twenty minutes, finally reached the summit.

At the top was a temple.

It was somewhat old and battered, but overall well-preserved, exuding a sense of historical weight.

At the front of the temple hall, one could smell the rising incense smoke.

Faintly, chanting sounds could be heard.

Accompanied by a green lamp, the lonely meditation lightly flips!

Lin Tian could imagine such a scene.

The painstaking cultivation in the past life, as short as a month or as long as hundreds or thousands of years, required a firm dao heart to endure the torment of years of ascetic practice.

But Lin Tian couldn’t understand these ordinary monks who ate vegetarian and prayed.

They differed from the Buddhas in the Buddha Realm, who abstained from nothing, wielding terrifying power to fly and escape the ground, able to cause catastrophic destruction with a single Buddhist chant!

The great powers of the Buddha Realm cultivate the Great Buddha’s Way, wielding truly terrifying methods!

But these here, they cultivate the path of emptiness!

Buddha is just an illusion they persist by themselves!

This was Lin Tian’s understanding of so-called Buddhist faith!

At least, true Buddhist cultivation was not like this!

“Mr. Lin, this way please!”

Shu Zihui led the way in front, respectfully guiding.

Lin Tian followed Shu Zihui, bypassing the front temple hall, and arrived at the back of the mountain top.

There was only a small courtyard here, very simple, but the environment was elegant and extremely peaceful.

Looking up, one could see the stars twinkling across the sky, seemingly within reach.

“Hand can pluck stars!”

Gazing at the horizon, Lin Tian muttered to himself, feeling a burning desire to grow strong, strong enough to once again pluck stars by hand, unbounded by heaven and earth!

“I observed the celestial phenomena at night, the Western White Tiger star shines bright, predicting the arrival of a distinguished guest, and indeed!”

As the two reached the courtyard entrance, a faint elderly voice suddenly came from the courtyard, softly echoing around.

Hmm~

Lin Tian uttered a mild sound of surprise; from the old man’s tone, he could sense right away that the other party was a cultivator.

The cultivation level wasn’t weak.

Possessing early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation!

Although the strength might not be remarkable, positioning such a person to guard the passage at Cold Mountain Valley indicated a significant foundation.

Lin Tian knew the old man was guarding the passage into Cold Mountain Valley because he sensed the array’s fluctuations in the courtyard.

A slight probe revealed a path leading down to the back mountain, likely heading to Cold Mountain Valley.

Following Shu Zihui, Lin Tian walked in and saw an old man with white hair and beard rising to greet them.

“I am Wu Jiu, greetings Daoist!”

The old man approached, greeting Lin Tian.

“Mr. Wu! This is Senior Lin Bei!”

Recognizing the old man, Shu Zihui approached respectfully, explaining, “Senior Lin Bei wishes to enter Cold Mountain Valley to discuss something with the Sect Master!”

“How did you determine I’m a cultivator?”

Lin Tian was curious about why Wu Jiu greeted him with clasped fists as soon as he appeared.

“I cannot discern Fellow Daoist’s cultivation. You might have cultivated a special technique, or your strength might be too immense for an old man like me to comprehend!”

Wu Jiu lightly stroked his beard, laughing, “I guessed you were a cultivator because Shu Zihui brought you along! If not one of my own kind, he wouldn’t dare make such a decision lightly! After all, we at Cold Mountain Valley do not allow outsiders to enter easily!”

“Haha… What you said was very true!”

Noticing Wu Jiu’s eloquence, Lin Tian also courteously clasped his fists, “I am Lin Bei, from the Southern Continent!”

Since he needed to walk under the name Lin Bei, Lin Tian had no hesitation, generously introducing himself.

“Hello, Daoist Lin! However, the passage to Cold Mountain Valley will require some waiting… Wait a moment!”

Wu Jiu responded with a smile but suddenly changed his expression, surprised, “You… You are called Lin Bei? The Lin Bei from the Southern Continent?”