Seeking the Tao in the Mortal World

“What the hell… Who told me it’s tens of thousands of miles? It’s several times of that! Monk Tang Sanzang (from journey to the west) took ten years to finish one hundred thousand miles. How long am I going to walk…”

At dusk, Qin Yi staggered into a city.

He traveled thousands of miles in a few days. He thought he would be within a tenth of the distance. However, after comparing it with the mark on the jade slip left by Ming He, he discovered that the distance between Myriad Tao Immortal Palace had only moved a little. It was less than one-tenth.

Ming He originally just left a rough mark instead of drawing a map. The so-called tens of thousands of miles were the straight-line distance between the marks.

The tragedy was that Qin Yi couldn’t fly.

Riding the wind was the basic sign of the Cloud Riding Stage, but he was far from even reaching the Piano Heart Stage.

In addition to riding the wind, there were two other flying methods that could be used at low levels. The first was flying mounts or flying enchanted weapons, including sword flying by sword cultivators; the second was special escape spells, such as thunder escape, wind escape, etc. For example, Qing Xu could do earth escape, so could the women of the Myriad Shinra Sect could do shadow escape, but it had more stringent conditions for use.

Qin Yi didn’t learn the five elements spell in this aspect at all. Even if he specifically learned fire escape, he couldn’t use it on a daily basis, let alone the escape spell. Flying enchanted weapon… Did the demon slayer that he could barely use once count?

The result of not being able to fly was that he had to climb mountains or cross rivers. The actual distance would be multiplied again.

Liu Su gloated, “That’s what you get for acting cool. If you honestly asked Ming He for a flying enchanted weapon, she would give it to you right away. But you wanted her in pers, ahahaha…“

Qin Yi glared, “Isn’t it because the damn stick can’t fly!”

“What, you want to stick fly?”

“…”

“You have be grateful for having this damn stick.” Liu Su said with contempt, “You ignorant idiot.”

Of course, the damn stick mentioned here did not refer to Liu Su, but to the mace itself. Qin Yi said, “Not that I’m ignorant, but Ming He, who comes from the high-ranking sect, didn’t attempt to inspect this stick either. I do believe that this stick is very powerful, but isn’t it hiding too deeply?”

“That is the essence of simplicity. If it’s Ming He’s master, maybe he can find something special. Ming He can’t.” Liu Su didn’t want to say more. It just said, “Anyway, if you want to refine this stick, the gap is too outrageous. Even if you can do it, I won’t let you do it.”

“Ugh? Why?”

“In my current state, broadly speaking, I’m the weapon spirit of this stick. If your soul really tries to refine me, then I will really become your weapon spirit… It would be good if I don’t seize your body. You still want to refine me? In your dream.”

“Hmm… that means my enchanted weapon cannot choose this stick?”

“Not now. If I reshape my body, then you can refine this stick however you want. Before that, you can only use it as a pure smash weapon.”

“Damn, just tell me earlier.”

“If I had told you earlier, you wouldn’t ask Ming He for an enchanted weapon. You have such a shameless manly self-esteem, hehe…”

“…”

Liu Su added, “Anyway, your top priority now is to find a flying enchanted weapon or to tame a flying beastkin as a mount. Otherwise, until you slowly walk to the Myriad Tao Immortal Palace, I’m afraid your beard will grow all over your face…”

Qin Yi missed Ye Ling very much now…

Walking on the city streets and looking at the bustling crowds of people, Qin Yi was very lost. Where can I find a flying enchanted weapon in this mortal world?

Ming He once said that my level has long been different from that of ordinary people. As long as I step into the mortal world, I eventually find immortals everywhere.

Hope that’s the case.

Just like I can meet a Morph Stage lightning mouse in a small town, but to ordinary people, Han Men is just a fat shopkeeper.

Walking into an inn in the city and looking at the thin shopkeeper inside, Qin Yi suddenly felt a little nostalgic. The fat one seems cuter.

“What would you like, sir?”

“2 catties of wine and a portion of any of the signature dishes.”

The waiter looked at Qin Yi doubtfully. Can this delicate man eat that many?

Qin Yi threw out a piece of silver.

He didn’t lack gold and silver.

The waiter immediately nodded and bowed, “Sir, please wait a moment. They will be served soon.”

“Wait.” Qin Yi asked, “Are there any taoist temples or unique scenery near this city?”

“There are so many taoist temples…” The waiter said with a smile, “For example, Temple Hongfa Temple on Mountain Pudu in the east of the city is a famous local temple. Even some of the imperial court officials were inspired by Buddhism to become monks here.”

Qin Yi was startled for a moment, and he immediately remembered the game he had played before, “Hey, do people often disappear here? Or do they want to become a monk after entering the temple?”

“Of course not. Sir can really joke.” The waiter said with a smile, “I went to pray to Buddha yesterday, and I didn’t become a monk either. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old son. Why would I become a monk?”

Qin Yi nodded dully and didn’t ask any more questions.

Not long after, a table of wine and food was served. Qin Yi started to gobble them down.

The waiters and the diners next to him were stunned. Is this delicate young boy the reincarnation of a starving ghost?

I haven’t eaten properly for more than two months…

Cultivating to be an immortal is so plain and boring…

I have never felt that such a table of ordinary food and wine is so delicious. Liu Su has not eaten for tens of thousands of years. No wonder the first time I gave it soul bind grass to absorb, it was so joyful. I can understand this feeling now!

While he devouring food, he heard the laughter of others, “Hey, the talented Mr. Jing is back painting again?”

The drinkers all laughed, “Whose lady did you paint today?”

“Is there any young lady who has fallen in love with the famous paintings of the talented Mr. Jing and pay a lot of money to a bridal chamber with him? Hahaha…”

Qin Yi was still biting the chicken leg. Hearing this, he couldn’t help looking over.

It was a young man in his twenties, holding big rolls of painting scrolls in his left hand and a basket in his right hand, which contained several brushes, inks, and pigments.

He was wearing a scholar’s uniform, which was a little dirty and torn. There were traces of paint accidentally spilled on it. His appearance was not very handsome, but he appeared to be tranquil. He should be from a rich family. At this time, he didn’t say anything in the face of everyone’s ridicule. He just sat silently and said slowly, “Two steamed buns… and a pot of water.”

Everyone laughed even louder, “Did you only earn two copper coins today? Could it be that you got beaten up by painting someone’s wife?”

“How can it be called stealing when it comes to paintings?” Mr. Jing finally retorted.

Qin Yi was stunned when he heard this, then he was overjoyed, “Do you know hui four?”

Mr. Jing was stunned, “What is that?”

“Four ways to write the word hui.”

“I don’t know. Isn’t there only one kind?”

Qin Yi sighed in boredom, “Come here. I’ll treat you this meal.”

Mr. Jing looked at him inexplicably, “I don’t know you.”

Qin Yi smiled slightly and pointed to his nose, “Although what I’m doing is extremely inconsistent with my profession and is not even the same painting style, I’m indeed a painter.”

TL: Is this Mr. Jing an immortal?

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