Chapter 404 Emei Sec (2/2)

Cixin stood by the edge of the precipice. A sea of clouds and mists was before her.

Ning Tao stretched out his neck and looked, but other than swirling clouds and mists, he could see nothing.

Cixin said, “Our Emei Sect is just below. Mount Emei used to be our property, but my master gave it away. Master says that as nuns, we should not follow the crowd and make money. So she made us all move down below. We eat rice and vegetables we grow ourselves. We even weave the clothes we wear.”

Ning Tao praised her Master. “Reverend Miexin is indeed a noble nun of great integrity, unlike the abbot of some monastery. If anyone wanted to earn money, they wouldn’t have joined the cloister, would they? Wealth and valuables are things of this world, but most mortals simply cannot give them up.”

Cixin eyed Ning Tao, unable to conceal the joy in her eyes. “Doctor Ning, I like listening to you. I’m sure my master will like your words too.”

Ning Tao smiled. “Then let’s keep in touch and converse often.”

Cixin’s cheeks for some reason started to redden. She suddenly remembered something and hastily bent down, reaching out to grab a rope at the edge of the precipice.

It was not a steel rope or a hemp rope coated with tung oil, but a rope woven from vines. Leaves were still growing on it and it looked alive.

“Doctor Ning, we have to slide down. Can you?” Cixin looked at Ning Tao, her eyes somewhat worried.

Ning Tao said, “No problem. You go first and I will follow you.”

Cixin nodded and then suddenly leaped forward. In the twinkling of an eye, she had vanished into the clouds and mists.

Ning Tao stepped forward and grabbed the vine rope. Suddenly, in his mind, he recalled having once read about a spiritual material called the Heaven-reaching Vine in the Compendium of Spiritual Materials. It was commonly used to refine pills and needed for many lower-grade elixirs. It had the medicinal effects of expanding one’s meridians. The Heaven-reaching Vine was rumored to grow to a spectacular height, reaching into the heavens. But it was just a rumor and not likely to be true. But its uses for refining pills were widely recognized in the practitioners’ world.

Ning Tao did not leap forward like Cixin, Instead, he wound the Heaven-reaching Vine around his legs and then grabbed it with both hands. He released his hands and then gripped the rope again, sliding down at a measured speed.

He slid two to three thousand meters down. The lower he slid, the thicker the rope. Later, it became a towering tree on which Ning Tao could actually run. Just before reaching the bottom of the chasm, Ning Tao finally saw this place.

It was a miniature basin surrounded by mountains, with a nunnery in the middle and farmlands, rivers and forests encircling it. The golden sunlight of dawn swept across the sky, as clouds and mists lingered in the basin. This place really seemed like a secluded paradise, a fairyland on earth.

Ning Tao could sense the presence of spiritual energy, but it was sparse. But it was already quite difficult to achieve this degree of spiritual energy. One must know that very few places on earth actually had spiritual energy. Independent practitioners, or practitioners and demons from minor sects, could never cultivate in places like this.

Cixin was already waiting by the Heaven-reaching Vine. Behind her were a few nuns, one holding a hossu. She seemed to be some notable personage from the Emei Sect.

Ning Tao slid down from the Heaven-reaching Vine and mimicked Master Fakong’s action. “Amitabha. Good day to you, Reverends.”

The few young nuns started to titter.

The middle-aged nun holding the hossu glared at the young nuns. They immediately shut their mouths and stopped their titters.

Cixin introduced her. “Doctor Ning, this is my Senior Sister. Her Buddhist name is Ci’en.”

Ning Tao put his palms together. “Good day to you, Reverend Ci’en.”

Ci’en chanted Buddha’s name. “Amitabha. Greetings to you, Doctor Ning.”

Cixin next introduced the young nuns to Ning Tao, and Ning Tao likewise greeted them. In the process, Ning Tao realized that these nuns bearing the syllable “Ci” belonged to just one generation after Reverend Miexin’s. He deduced that Cixin must be Reverend Miexin’s last disciple, just like those described in Xianxia novels.

Ci’en said, “Doctor Ning, you are our guest here, but I need to remind you to turn off your cell phone. Taking photos here is prohibited. When you leave this place, please keep its location a secret. This is a place for Buddhist meditation and cultivation. We don’t wish to be disturbed by the outside world.”

Ning Tao nodded. “I won’t even breathe a word. Please rest assured.”

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“Alright. Please let me keep your cell phone for the time being.” Ci’en extended her hand to Ning Tao.

Ning Tao smiled, took out his cell phone, and handed it to Ci’en.

Ci’en turned off Ning Tao’s cell phone and put it away. She said, “Doctor Ning, please come with me.”

Ning Tao followed this group of nuns.

A muddy path led to the temple in the middle of the basin. Nuns were working in the fields by the pathway, sowing, weeding and picking vegetables. There were also nuns practicing in the forest, some executing swordplay, others doing breathing exercises cross-legged on trees. Still others were practicing lightness skills in the woods. The nuns here had merged with the heavens and the earth. They formed a scenic picture, natural and fresh, full of enchanting touches.

How would mortals working a nine-to-five job experience such a life?

Life in this world is no more than a dream. The vast majority will not awake even at their deaths.