Chapter 504 (1/2)
Chapter 504: A Small Porcelain Bottle
”Waste! Sc.u.m!”
”Get out!”
In the depth of West-Hill, in a cliff cave covered by vines, some resentful, acrimonious, and raucous swearing words resounded . Even though they were so bra.s.sy and unbearable, somehow they were sealed within the cave and did not leak out at all .
The vines were stirred and a figure rushed out of the cave, falling heavily on the ground . It was a young man dressed in an old robe . After a long time, he finally woke up and struggled up, holding on to the wall and coughing painfully .
The Taoist was Long Qing . He held on to the vines to rest, until he confirmed he was not seriously injured . Then he walked to the edge of the cliff, picked up the buckets and box, then walked toward the higher caves . There was no fear or hatred in his eyes and he did not even look back at the cave .
Considering he had been taking care of these old, seriously injured Taoist priests for so many days, he had deeply experienced the horrible tempers of these abnormal people .
Since he had been humiliated and injured so many times already, he was numb to it and very clear that they were way more powerful than him, so he could not hold any grudges .
Although the Taoist priests in caves treated Long Qing badly, abusing and insulting him as they wanted, they knew well that if they wanted information to keep in touch with the outside world, they had to keep him alive . Therefore, they beat him to torture him but they never disabled him .
There were many caves in the cliffs and many old Taoists in them . Even though they believed they were self-controlled and Long Qing was not badly injured in every cave, as time went by, he became weaker and weaker by the day .
Because of the injuries, Long Qing moved very slowly . When he finished his work and went back to the Taoist temple, it was sunset . He stood in front of the hut beside the lake and watched the warm setting sun s.h.i.+ning over the austere Taoist temple on the mountain, expressionless .
A middle-aged Taoist slowly walked toward him, looking at the lake at dusk . He did not explain to him about those old Taoists' ident.i.ties . Instead, he said, ”The more beautiful it looked, the fewer people there will be . ”
Long Qing saluted him and then said, ”Uncle, are there only a few people all the time?”
From the South Sea to Zhishou Abbey, except for his three uncles, Long Qing had not seen anyone else . The beautiful and austere Taoist temple was always quiet .
”It was a little lively when Pipi and the little girl were still here ten years ago, but they all left . Only Ye Su would come back occasionally . It was inevitably lonely . ”
The middle-aged Taoist said, ”But I have heard that the little girl has inherited the position of Divine Priest of Judgment . As the positions of Divine Priests of Light and Revelation are going to be replaced, it will be noisier here for a couple of days . ”
The celebrities, like the Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace, the three Great Divine Priests, the Nation Master of Tang, and Master Yan Se needed to be baptized to award the position of Great Divine Priest . Long Qing had known that but when he realized that Ye Hongyu had stepped above him, he was somehow upset .
”As the sacred place in the hearts of Haotian Taoism disciples and the Unknown Place in the legends of cultivation, it is so simple, austere, and even boring . Is it different to what you imagined?”
Long Qing shook his head and said, ”Since it is unknown and unimaginable, if we want to know, we have to see it . No, even if we live here, we are unable to understand it . ”
The middle-aged Taoist smiled and said, ”It is not bad for you to understand this . As a supermundane place, Zhishou Abbey can be simple, quiet, and even lonely, but if one thinks that what he has seen of Zhishou Abbey is the real Zhishou Abbey, he is truly stupid . ”
”The Taoists living in this mountain are Zhishou Abbey . West-Hill Divine Palace is Zhishou Abbey . The abbey dean is Zhishou Abbey . You and I are Zhishou Abbey . The whole Haotian Taoism is Zhishou Abbey . Every place shadowed in Haotian is Zhishou Abbey . You were in Zhishou Abbey even before you came here . ”
What he said was hard to understand, but at least, Long Qing understood the first sentence .
Considering the disabled old Taoist priests living in the caves that were all unknown in the world, but they all had extremely high cultivation realms, who even stepped beyond the Five States and became the Sages of legend— What an unimaginably great place Zhishou Abbey was .
”I know clearly about the terrible temper they have . Although it's good for your heart training, you'd better do something to treat your injuries, otherwise, they will become an obstacle in your cultivation . So, make some medicine for yourself . ”