Chapter 897: The Quanshan Daoists Throw Their Weight Around
The cat was not only foolish but lazy, a fact they had long since grown accustomed to.
At most, it meant suffering a few extra scoldings from Yu Hongjin. Lihua knew this stinky fish talked too much; her true form was definitely some kind of big-mouthed fish. Or at least, that was what Lihua thought.
They made their way up the mountain and arrived before the mountain gate.
No disciples stood guard at the Daoist temple's mountain gate. For the most part, Quanshan avoided interfering in the affairs of the Mortal World. Throughout these long years, the sect's disciples had remained largely behind closed doors focused on their cultivation. In the words of the Quanshan Sect Master, the ordained time had not yet arrived.
That being said, whenever pilgrims from the foot of the mountain occasionally came seeking aid, Quanshan would not sit idly by. The temple still needed incense money, and cultivation was a costly endeavor. Wealth, coin, and land—every one of these was an essential resource for practice.
Quanshan actually had quite a few pilgrims, and many people could be seen making the trek up the mountain path.
In truth, however, most were only heading halfway up to fetch water and would not ascend all the way to the peak.
The mountain path was not exactly smooth, but stone steps had been laid down. Taking them one by one made the climb far less strenuous. The cat bounded up the stairs step by step, having the time of its life.
As they continued their ascent, they suddenly spotted several figures coming down the mountain. These individuals wore Daoist robes. Unlike the cultivators of Qingshan City, the Quanshan Cultivators wore stark black, giving them an air of heavy solemnity.