Novel Full Chapter 488
Chapter 488: Chapter 14: Mountain God Temple, Endless Hell Chapter 488: Chapter 14: Mountain God Temple, Endless Hell Mount Wutai, Gao Huai Town.
Every household in the town kept their doors closed, fearing to provoke the cultivators and bring about disaster.
The streets, however, were filled with chaos, with monks, Daoists, beggars, lunatics…
all sorts of fierce and evil spirits strutted about arrogantly, much more bustling than the last market at Mount Wutai.
Along both sides of the street, a variety of cultivator stalls were set up.
Of course, most of the goods on offer were trash; with Wei Dongliu’s current perspective, he couldn’t find a single item worth his attention.
Jiang Liyan, on the other hand, was in high spirits, holding onto Wei Dongliu’s arm, looking here and there.
The Flying Asura followed behind, dressed in a black robe that covered his entire body, extremely low-key.
Letting Jiang the Witch cling to his arm wasn’t because Wei Dongliu coveted her beauty, but rather to maintain his mysterious persona.
Many inconvenient words and actions could be delegated to a concubine-meaning, letting Jiang the Witch pretend to be his concubine.
After all, it was common for members of the Demon Cult to have one or two concubines; Wei Dongliu’s actions could be considered going along with the local customs.
“Master,” Jiang the Witch said sweetly, leaning against his chest, “the stall of the Lingxiu Mountain Sect is right by the well at the end of this street.”
“Where’s the Six Paths Conference?” Wei Dongliu indicated he wasn’t interested in his disciple’s elixirs, and that she could go buy them on his behalf later.
What he cared about were the Six Paths Conference and the clues to the Hell Path!
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Jiang the Witch understood what he meant.
She was helpless about the fact that, despite clearly not being the Sect Leader of the Tong Xuan Gate, she was forced to take care of two disciples.
But since she needed to rely on the name of old Wei the thief to save her life, she could only let him have his way.
“The conference is held on the open ground behind the Mountain God Temple nearby,” Jiang the Witch said softly, “but one must be at least in the Golden Core Realm to enter.”
“Then take me there,” Wei Dongliu ordered.
Jiang Liyan was momentarily stunned, immediately considering numerous possibilities.
As expected!
This old Wei the thief surely couldn’t just be a Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator!
So, you’re finally dropping the act, huh?
Then what are you actually, a Golden Core Realm Cultivator?
Or perhaps a Nascent Soul Realm?
You couldn’t really be at the Immortal Rank, could you?
The two headed in the direction of the Mountain God Temple but were suddenly stopped by a stranger by the roadside.
“Would you like your fortune told?” The fortune-teller holding a banner smiled at Wei Dongliu and suddenly his expression turned stern, “Oh dear, fellow Daoist, I see a dark aura faintly surrounding your heaven’s palace-this is a sign of blood and disaster.”
“Elder Jian, what nonsense are you up to now?” Jiang the Witch whispered to Wei Dongliu, “This Elder Jian, although he came from the Jian Family of Qingzhou, is really not proficient in art calculation.”
“It is said that even the majority of clan members within the Qingzhou Jian Family are ashamed to acknowledge him, thinking he’s just swaggering around deceiving others.”
“What do you mean ‘not proficient’?
What’s this about deception and swindling?” The bearded fortune-teller spoke defensively, “Old Dao only prefers to say things people like to hear, and if they misunderstand, does it mean old Dao’s art calculation is incorrect?”
“Then why don’t you make a correct prediction for once!” Jiang the Witch scoffed, “If you’re so capable, dare you predict on the spot, what my marriage prospects are like?”
“Why wouldn’t I dare?” said the fortune-teller as he raised his right hand, cracking his knuckles, and suddenly stated, “Fellow Daoist Jiang, your future holds a deadly tribulation!”
“Nonsense,” Jiang Liyan retorted disdainfully, “Under the Flaming Moth Fairy, who doesn’t have a deadly tribulation looming?
Skip the nonsense and just talk about my marriage prospects.”
“Marriage, eh?” the fortune-teller purposely drew out his tone, “Are you sure you want me to predict that?”
“Fellow Daoist Wei, don’t bother with this good-for-nothing Daoist…” Jiang the Witch made to pull Wei Dongliu away when the fortune-teller hurriedly said, “Alright, alright, I’ve figured it out!”
He pointed at Jiang Liyan:
“My mentioning the deadly tribulation is not without reason.
Your deadly tribulation and your marriage prospects are intertwined.”
“Once your destined marriage arrives, so too will your deadly tribulation approach.
But for your marriage to succeed, you must also overcome that deadly tribulation.”
“How reasonable!” Jiang the Witch clapped in mockery, “If my marriage doesn’t work out, you’ll say it’s because I haven’t passed the deadly tribulation; if my tribulation doesn’t come, you’ll say it’s because the marriage hasn’t arrived.
Your argument is truly irrefutable!
Sweeping generalizations, right?”
“Exactly!” the fortune-teller snapped back annoyed, “When I say something pleasant, you misunderstand; when I say something unpleasant, you don’t believe!”
He slammed his banner’s bamboo pole on the ground several times, then turned and left in a huff.
“Let’s go, fellow Daoist Wei,” Jiang Liyan said with a smile.
“Flying Asura,” Wei Dongliu contemplated for a moment and then spoke up, “You accompany Jiang Daoist first to purchase the Dew of Sweet Rain.”
“Yes, Master,” the Flying Asura immediately responded.
Jiang Liyan half-opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but hesitated.
She could guess that Wei Dongliu was going to find the fortune-teller!
Wei Dongliu didn’t care about her thoughts, and swiftly caught up with the fortune-teller, saying,
“Elder Jian, could you perform a reading for me?”
“Certainly,” the fortune-teller immediately turned around, a beaming smile on his face, and said, “What would my fellow Daoist like to know?”
“I wish to know about destiny,” Wei Dongliu said solemnly.
“Destiny…” Elder Jian pondered for a moment and then said, “Before I begin, I must confirm something with my fellow Daoist.”
“Do you believe in destiny?”
Wei Dongliu furrowed his brows, his mind stirring:
“I believe, yet I dare not believe.”
“What do you mean by that?” Elder Jian asked in surprise.
“If I were to believe in destiny, I would be at its mercy,” Wei Dongliu said earnestly.
Elder Jian thought for a moment and nodded,
“There is reason in your words.”
After thinking for a while, he then extended his hand to point at the distant Mountain God Temple and asked,
“Has my fellow Daoist ever been there?”
“Are you referring to the Six Paths Assembly?” Wei Dongliu asked in astonishment.
“No, no, no,” Elder Jian shook his head, “The Six Paths Assembly is held on the empty ground behind the temple.
I’m talking about the Mountain God Temple.”
“Is there…
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a master in the temple?”
But Elder Jian did not reply; instead, he left nonchalantly with his staff, stroking his beard and laughing,
“People think being an immortal is wonderful, yet even they cannot escape destiny.”
“My fellow Daoist, take good care of yourself.”
As he made his escape, Wei Dongliu paused silently for a moment before turning and striding toward the Mountain God Temple.
Upon pushing the door and entering the temple, he saw that it was empty.
In a corner of the temple, there were several disheveled beddings, clearly indicating that homeless individuals had once taken temporary shelter here.
However, with the Six Paths Assembly at the back of the temple, how could these people be allowed to continue staying?
Hence, they were driven out early on.
Wei Dongliu searched for a long time but found no clues.
Having no other choice, he had to use his intellect.
“Ah Jing, scan!”
“There is a fluctuation of space behind the Mountain God statue,” the Kunlun Mirror reminded him.
Wei Dongliu then used his Daoist techniques to rotate the Mountain God statue.
Behind the statue’s gilded painted surface, the damaged parts formed a line of large characters:
“The Endless Hell.”
“And then?” Wei Dongliu asked again.
“Haven’t you noticed?” the Kunlun Mirror said, surprised, “You’ve been teleported!”
Wei Dongliu frowned, shifted his gaze around, and saw that the surrounding was still the decrepit interior of the Mountain God Temple, nothing out of the ordinary.
He then turned and walked out of the temple gate.
Pushing open the door, instead of the bustling market of Gao Huai Town, where was he?
He was in an underground cave.