My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 61 - 51: Righteous and Bright Grab_2
Chapter 61: Chapter 51: Righteous and Bright Grab_2
“And the most magical aspect is that, it allows the user to practice with an object without needing to touch it, within a certain range, as long as the user is extremely familiar with the item, just like when you practiced with your scholar sword on the boat.”
“Right now, the circumstances are perfect, I’ll transmit the image of the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace to you, try to materialize it in your mind and see if you can connect with it!”
Gui spoke very quickly, without stopping. Having said that, he flipped through his memories regarding the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace, forming an image to transmit above Zhao Rong’s Heart Lake.
Zhao Rong, hearing this, began to concentrate his mind, using Gui’s image to start materializing the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace in his Heart Lake.
It had an extremely large amount of construction information, even more complex than the scholar sword he had practiced with before, and Zhao Rong only now realized that inside the furnace, there was an extremely important Furnace Core, and the inscriptions and restrictions on the inner walls were as vast as the sea…
However, his physique had grown stronger through his recent training and his Divine Soul had significantly strengthened. At this moment, although it was strenuous, it wasn’t a big problem.
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At a certain moment, as a grand caravan was about to pass through Luojing’s South Gate, at the end of the dissolving sparse crowd following behind, a young scholar carrying a bookcase and wearing a jade scholar sword suddenly stopped, turned around, and walked away in the opposite direction.
“How is it?”
The scholar thought about the special sense that had been established in a fleeting moment and now had been severed due to their distance being too far, and with a corner of his mouth raised, said, “Right, that’s it, the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace.”
“And… it seems to be intact.”
“Why aren’t you chasing it?”
“Don’t worry, it won’t get away,” the scholar said lazily.
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Zhao Rong made his way back and found Su Xiaoxiao still waiting in the same spot, looking hopefully. The obedient girl didn’t ask where Zhao Rong had gone, so the explanation he had prepared remained unsaid.
After that, Zhao Rong took her for a stroll around the city, bought some snacks, then left from the North Gate and returned to the Lin family estate at Lanxi, where the two of them went their separate ways, each returning to their respective courtyards.
With Lin Wenruo absent, Zhao Rong had lunch, then went out again. This time, he didn’t bring the bookcase but carried more silver on him.
Zhao Rong returned to the city and found a readymade clothing store, buying a few sets of well-fit clothes. Although they weren’t as comfortable as those tailored in a tailor shop, he could wear them immediately after purchase.
Zhao Rong also bought some items, then found an inconspicuous inn near the south of the city. He rented a room, sent the errand boy away, and changed into a new outfit inside the room. Reviewing his appearance in the mirror, black common wear, blue headband, hair arranged with a clasp, he looked like a well-off man from Luojing City, satisfied, he nodded his head and left.
Zhao Rong hired a carriage at the South Gate and headed south. By the afternoon, he arrived at Taibai Mountain.
Taibai Mountain was very high, with lush green forests and tranquil scenery. On it stood a place known to all in Zhongnan Country, Chongxu Temple, also the main temple among the 480 temples of Zhongnan Mountain.
Zhao Rong got off the carriage and found the mountain crowded with pilgrims at the time. After inquiring a little, he learned of the general situation of Chongxu Temple.
Chongxu Temple on Taibai Mountain was divided into the outer temple at the mountainside, which was the main part of Chongxu Temple with the most halls and deities, and the inner temple at the peak, where outsiders were not allowed to go randomly.
Inside Chongxu Temple, there were core Daoists and ordinary Daoists. The former mainly stayed in the inner temple but could also be found in some of the main halls of the outer temple, leading prayers and interpreting divinations for distinguished guests. The latter were all in the outer temple, handling the daily affairs and receiving pilgrims.
The core Daoists lived in the inner temple; ordinary Daoists, more numerous, lived in the residential buildings at the foot of the mountain. In addition, there were many servants within the temple who did various chores and also lived at the mountain base.
As a result, there were many buildings at the foot of the mountain. During the day when there were many pilgrims, it was as bustling as a county town.
Zhao Rong straightened his clothes and, along with many other pilgrims, ascended the steps, his gaze subtly surveying his surroundings.
The scenery of Taibai Mountain was extremely serene; the trees on the mountain lush and thriving, towering ancient trees lined the mountain path, their dense shade covering the ground, and the flying springs were like snow, refreshing and clear.
When he arrived at the waist of the mountain at the grand outer facade, just as he crossed the threshold of a certain gate, he felt a response, as if he had mysteriously connected with something, the feeling coming from a certain building to the left.
Zhao Rong kept a placid expression, not paying attention to that vague connection, but walked over to a Merit Box, dropped some silver into it, gave a slight smile to a Daoist standing by, who gave him a solemn bow, uttering “Blessings Infinite Heavenly Venerable.” Zhao Rong returned the gesture respectfully, replying, “Daoist,” asked about some of the temple’s rules, then strolled around at leisure.
Gradually, Zhao Rong’s steps took him to the left side of the temple, where several magnificent palaces stood; from the outside, the statues within were tall, surrounded by numerous pilgrims.
However, Zhao Rong’s full attention was drawn to one unremarkable Great Hall among them, the faint feeling in his mind directing him there.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, his pace still composed; occasionally he followed the surrounding pilgrims into a certain Great Hall to burn incense and pray for blessings, sometimes stopping to listen with others to a blue-clothed Daoist expounding the scriptures, or stopping by a wall to admire the lifelike murals.
Finally, he leisurely made his way to the Great Hall that had sparked his sensation.
Looking up, he saw the plaque reading “Spirit Temple.”
As he stepped inside, he was greeted by a divine statue unfamiliar to Zhao Rong. He swept a brief glance over the interior: seven Daoists were present, some reciting scriptures in front of the divine statue, some speaking quietly with pilgrims, and some observing the crowd from a corner, along with four Daoist boys standing to the sides.
Zhao Rong casually looked around, then refrained from looking further.
He cleansed his hands, lit incense, bowed, offered the incense, clasped his fists, and paid his respects.
Then he donated some incense money, obtained a talisman from a middle-aged Daoist, thanked him, and without lingering, turned and left.
However, as Zhao Rong turned, his gaze lightly swept over a small incense burner on the edge of the offering table in front of the tall central divine statue, emitting a faint wisp of green smoke, inconspicuous among the many ritual objects.
Zhao Rong glanced and moved on without looking back, left the Great Hall, strode down the mountain, found a horse cart, and slowly departed.
Inside the carriage.
Zhao Rong closed his eyes to rest.
Gui asked softly, “Hey, Zhao Rong, the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace is right there, how are we going to steal it?”
Zhao Rong, still with closed eyes, quirked the corner of his mouth, “Steal? That doesn’t sound right.”
Gui had an epiphany, “I almost forgot, Zhao the scholar couldn’t possibly do a refined and cultured disservice like that. It was lowly and vile of me to suggest it. Surely you shouldn’t pay heed to my words. Alas, it’s such a pity for that Divine Furnace. You know, the Divine Medicine that can transform someone, defy fate, and reshape destiny can only be refined in a furnace of its caliber. Alas, such a pity.”
Zhao Rong opened his eyes, opened his mouth to speak, but before he could make a sound, he was interrupted by Gui with a cold snicker, teasingly saying, “I know what you’re about to say, ‘Can a scholar’s actions count as stealing?’ Yes and no. What’s that called, theft? Please!”
Gui sniffed disdainfully, despising these hypocritical Confucian scholars the most.
The young Confucian scholar, startled by these words, shook his head immediately thereafter.
The corners of his mouth lifting slightly, he said in a calm voice, “Who said we need to sneak around to steal? Can’t we just take it openly in front of them?”
