From the time travel, I became extraordinary

Chapter 82 Qingsong Laodao
If it were broad daylight, it would definitely be much easier for Jiang Yao to find a way out of the mountain by walking through the forest.

But now, it has just gotten dark. According to the time, it is not even eight o'clock in the evening. It is really difficult for a person to stay in this desolate mountain until dawn.

If Jiang Yao had known that he could control the tiger by simply entering a dream, he would not have let Bingzai and Tong Gang leave first.

With the two of them here, even if Jiang Yao gets lost, at least he will have someone to accompany him.

However, it was indeed very normal for him to make such a decision under the circumstances at that time.

After all, it was he who instigated Bingzai and Tong Gang to run into the mountain. Not knowing whether he could control the tiger, he was also worried that his two companions might fall into the tiger's mouth.

Without the two of them around, even if he couldn't control the tiger, Jiang Yao's chances of escaping alone would definitely be much higher.

Now, even the tiger, the king of the jungle, can be controlled by his own magic of entering dreams. In this forest, there should be nothing that can threaten him.

With such confidence, Jiang Yao, who didn't want to wait here until dawn, acted recklessly and ran around in the forest.

The wild boar that he had always been thinking about was actually encountered by him once.

But after some consideration, he did not take action against him after all. He simply let him fall asleep in a dream.

The reason why he did this was not because he was kind-hearted and reluctant to kill, but mainly because the wild boar was too big. He hadn't even found a way out of the mountain yet, so how could he have the energy to drag a wild boar weighing two or three hundred pounds around in the mountains.

"There is light. There are actually people living in this deep forest?"

Before I knew it, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

Following the guidance of a faint light, Jiang Yao walked to a small valley. When he saw a small wooden house with a thatched roof and a small vegetable garden around the house that was obviously artificially opened, he became suspicious and was stunned for a long time.

"Is anyone there?" He asked tentatively as he approached the cabin.

Of course, out of caution, he used his spiritual perception to sense the situation inside the wooden house while speaking.

Although there is a huge difference between the images perceived by the spirit and the scenes seen by the naked eye, Jiang Yao has been using this technique for such a long time that he has already clearly understood what form a living person appears in spiritual perception.

When he sensed that there was indeed a person sitting cross-legged in the wooden house, he felt a lot more relieved.

"It's fate that we can come here. The door is not closed, come in directly!"

As the sound coming from the house fell into Jiang Yao's ears, he walked to the door of the wooden house, pushed it open and walked in.

Under the flickering dim light of an old oil lamp, an old man with white hair and beard but a bun, wearing a gray robe, was sitting cross-legged on the simple wooden bed in the room.

Seeing Jiang Yao coming in, he nodded slightly and smiled: "I am Qingsong, and I have been living in seclusion here for decades. This morning I calculated that there would be a distinguished guest coming today, but I didn't expect that you would be so young!"

Taoist Qingsong slowly got up from the wooden bed. Although he did not do anything deliberately, his every move and every word had an indescribable ethereal and otherworldly meaning.

"Senior, are you from the Taoist sect?"

"Not long ago, I met an old Taoist named Lingxu. He had no skills at all and only knew how to cheat and deceive people."

"He cheated me out of my money and got beaten up by me and a few of my buddies on the spot!" Jiang Yao looked up and down at the Taoist Qingsong in front of him and spoke tentatively with a smile.

Ever since he was deceived by the Taoist Lingxu in Wulei Mountain, he no longer had much good feelings towards the so-called orthodox Taoism. In his opinion, the Taoists in the Taoist temple were not as reliable as the sorcerers and strange people in the folk.

"The forest is big, so there are naturally all kinds of birds."

"During that catastrophe, all the true teachings of Buddhism and Taoism were almost completely destroyed under the overwhelming force of the great power."

"The Buddhist and Taoist sects today... hehe..."

With a look of disdain on his face, Taoist Qingsong smiled meaningfully.

He pointed to a simple chessboard on the wooden table in the room and said to Jiang Yao, "My friend, can we play a game of chess?"

Looking at the chessboard on the table, and then at the black and white pieces in the chess pot next to it, Jiang Yao looked embarrassed: "Well... I don't know how to play Go, is Gobang okay?"

"Okay, you go first!" Taoist Qingsong didn't mind these. He made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Yao and responded with a smile.

"Let's make a deal first. Let's play the next game. I'm in a hurry to go back." Jiang Yao nodded and sat down beside the chessboard. He picked up a black piece and placed it at a random place in the middle of the board.

"Normally, I play chess with my left and right hands. It's rare that someone plays chess with me. How can one game be enough? At least three games are needed."

"Don't worry about going back, young friend. I will arrange it for you later!" Taoist Qingsong also sat down immediately. He picked up a white piece and placed it next to Jiang Yao's black piece.

"It's pitch dark outside. Senior, do you know how to leave this mountain?"

"Arrange, how are you going to arrange it? Are you going to send me off in person?" Jiang Yao asked casually with suspicion in his heart.

“No hurry, no hurry. You will know how to arrange it after playing three games!” The old Taoist priest seemed to be a serious chess addict. He looked like an immortal before, but once he sat at the chessboard, he seemed like a different person.

Jiang Yao originally thought that Taoist Qingsong would be a chess master, but after actually playing, he found out that this old Taoist was a complete lousy chess player. His level in Gobang was on par with his, and the two of them fought back and forth.

"Senior, since you are a Taoist, you must know how to divide the realms of Taoism, right?" After a game of chess, Jiang Yao asked tentatively.

"Hundreds of years ago, after a powerful person cut off the dragon veins of the world, true cultivation no longer existed in the world."

"People of my generation may have some small abilities, but in the end, we are just borrowing the skills."

"Borrowed things are never your own. Whether they are strong or weak depends mainly on the support given to you by the immortals and gods behind you, as well as the amount of mana you can accommodate."

"With this kind of cultivation system, how do you think the realms should be divided?"

Perhaps because he had just won a small victory over Jiang Yao in the game of chess, Taoist Qingsong was in a very good mood. He explained to Jiang Yao with a smile.

"So-called cultivation, is it just borrowing methods?" After a pause, Jiang Yao sighed.

In the past, when he and Carpenter Xu were drinking and chatting, Carpenter Xu seemed to have said the same thing.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again, still unwilling to give up, and asked Taoist Qingsong: "Senior, nowadays, cultivation is all borrowed. What was true cultivation like before the dragon veins in the world were cut off?"

(End of this chapter)