Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Chapter 22 Dining Hall

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

"I'd avoid her? What a joke!"

"I call this a strategic detour..."

Wu Tian muttered to himself, he wasn't one of those stubborn guys who would rush in and fight the enemy to the death.

Now that you've just entered the sect, the most important thing is to develop peacefully and steadily. It would be crazy to offend people by causing trouble and attracting the attention of the sect's higher-ups.

He possesses the talent of the Wind Spirit, coupled with his keen dog nose, allowing him to remember the scents of Flying Cloud and Gulido. Therefore, he can detect their presence from afar and thus avoid them.

As Wu Tian felt the breath in the wind, he realized that after entering Skull Mountain, this talent was improving at a rate several times faster than before.

The reason is that almost everyone in the eight halls and thirty-six caves of Skull Mountain, as well as the disciples of Skull Mountain, could pose a danger to him.

The dangerous aura carried on the wind reached his mind, constantly stimulating the growth of this talent.

Skull Mountain is far more dangerous than the wild jungle.

Wu Tian dared not be careless at all. Using his Wind Spirit talent, he chose the safest route and cautiously approached the Hall of Transmission.

Two days ago, Man Xiongmu brought him to the Dharma Transmission Hall and greeted the disciple in charge of food and lodging, telling him that he could come to the Dharma Transmission Hall to get some food in the morning and evening.

Of course, the Wild Bear Wood also paid a price: three feet of Yin Soul Silk.

Wu Tian silently noted all of this down, but the next day, Man Xiongmu went into seclusion, so he could only travel to and from the Dharma Transmission Hall alone.

Fortunately, thanks to the talent of the Wind Spirit, everything went very smoothly and no unexpected events occurred.

Before dawn, Wu Tian had already arrived at the small gate on the north side of the Dharma Transmission Hall. After slipping through the gate, he saw the dining hall.

The two people in charge of the kitchen are both fifth-generation disciples, but their talents are very poor. They have been cultivating for decades but have not yet broken through to the Cauldron Forging stage. They are still cultivating Qi.

There were quite a few of these disciples. Some went down the mountain, while others did odd jobs in the various halls of the sect to earn merit and maintain their cultivation.

The two apprentices at the catering workshop are both over fifty years old, a man and a woman. The man's name is Huang Ren, and everyone calls him Master Huang, but in private they call him Fatty Huang.

This man was stout and broad-faced, always smiling, but extremely stingy, never giving his disciples even half a spoonful more than necessary.

The female disciple, Wu Lian, whom everyone has been calling Aunt Wu lately, is quite shrewish despite her age. She has a sharp tongue but a kind heart, and when she was feeding Wu Tian, ​​she was worried that he wouldn't have enough to eat.

When Wu Tian arrived at the canteen, Wu Lian saw him and muttered, "We haven't even eaten yet, and you, you beast, are just in time..."

Although he said that, he poured the food he had prepared into the dog bowl, filling it to the brim with meaty bones, dripping with oil, and smelling delicious.

Wu Tian rushed over, first approaching Aunt Wu, raising his tail, and rubbing his head against her skirt in a friendly manner.

Aunt Wu immediately laughed and scolded, "Stop trying to be clever here, hurry up and go gnaw on the bones, I still have a lot of things to do."

Fatty Huang muttered from the side, "You beast, stop taking advantage of my wife and get lost."

Wu Tian deliberately barked twice at him, and seeing the fat man pick up the kitchen knife, he tucked his tail between his legs and ran away, running to the dog bowl to start feasting.

Fatty Huang continued working, muttering curses under his breath: "Ignorant beast..."

Seeing him muttering to himself, Aunt Wu raised her eyebrows and slammed the iron spoon on the cutting board with a bang. "Fatty Huang, are you never going to stop?"

Old Huang immediately shut up. He couldn't afford to offend his shrewish wife. When she was young, many male disciples pursued her. He didn't know what possessed Wu Lian, but in the end, she chose him, this ordinary fat man.

The couple was a miserly and stingy couple, one fiery and the other kind-hearted. Although they often quarreled, they lived a peaceful life together. A few years ago, they had a son late in life, and also had a daughter who is now cultivating in the Dharma Hall, which gave them even more hope.

Wu Tian, ​​with his steel teeth, gnawed on the bone very quickly. In no time, he had devoured all the meat and bones in the dog bowl, even licking off the oil. He then lay down on the ground, tongue lolling out, to rest contentedly.

Soon, the disciples of the Dharma Transmission Hall will begin their morning prayers, reciting scriptures. Only after the morning prayers will they come to the dining hall for their meals.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before the chanting of sutras by the disciples came from just a wall away. The sutra was called the "White Bone Crossing the Calamity Sutra," and it was said to have been written by the founding patriarch, containing profound truths of the Great Dao.

Of course, over the years, no one has ever been able to glean any insights from this Taoist scripture. This book is more often used by beginner disciples to familiarize themselves with the sect's traditions and learn the written language.

Wu Tian listened silently to the recitation of the disciples. The entire scripture was only a little over three hundred characters long, but it was profound and obscure. Without someone to interpret it, it would be difficult to understand its meaning.

He wrote down all three hundred-plus characters of the scripture.

When the disciples finished their morning prayers and came to eat, he quickly left.

After returning to Qiyun Cave, he began his cultivation for the day.

Wu Tian didn't go to the cultivation cave at the back, as that wasn't a place he could stay at the moment. Instead, he found a stone chair in the front hall, jumped up, and lay down comfortably.

He began reciting the eighteen ancient sounds of the Tongyou Mantra. At the same time, his talent for consuming the rosy clouds and drinking the dew was activated, and the essence of heaven and earth gathered, with streaks of blue light, like bolts of silk, flowing into his mouth and nose.

It breathes in the azure clouds, nourishing itself.

This feeling is captivating.

When he was mentally exhausted from cultivation, Wu Tian took out the "White Bone Crossing Calamity Scripture" from the bookshelf in his cave and began to learn to read. Although he was not taught by anyone and his progress was slower, he was able to understand human speech and naturally made some progress by comparing the text with the scriptures.

When he got tired of reading and learning characters, he would run to the cliffs outside the cave to hone his talent.

With the spirit of the wind, one can sense all directions, so one is unlikely to wander into the wrong place or encounter any danger.

In the evening, he would sneak off to the Dharma Transmission Hall again. The disciples there had already eaten dinner, but Aunt Wu would specially save some for him.

However, Wu Xia'er, Aunt Wu's daughter, will also be here this evening. This little girl is very fond of Wu Tian and always hugs him affectionately whenever they meet.

"Wow, Bai Long'er, you're here again!"

The little girl is eight years old this year and has been cultivating in the Dharma Transmission Hall for three years. Her aptitude is considered excellent, and with the extra help from her parents, she has now mastered the Tongyou Mantra to a very high level.

Wu Xia'er has a cheerful personality and is quite pretty, just like her aunt. She always wears a red dress and is very lively, always chattering away.

She pulled Wu Tian into her arms and stroked his snow-white fur.

Wu Tian rubbed his head against the little girl's neck. Wu Xia'er was ticklish, and every time she was tickled, she would giggle, her silvery laughter echoing in the night sky.

After the two of them played around for a while, Wu Tian would quickly finish the food that Aunt Wu had left for him.

Later, he and Wu Xia'er practiced the Tongyou Incantation together. Wu Xia'er's immortal root was of the wind and fire attributes, which allowed her to draw upon the spirits of wind and fire.

Wu Tian felt more relaxed when he cultivated with her.

In fact, this is why the sect has its new disciples gather together to cultivate. When cultivating, many disciples gather together to collect the essence of heaven and earth, complementing each other and increasing the speed of cultivation to a certain extent.

Of course, once you reach a certain level of cultivation, you can communicate with heaven and earth on your own. If you gather together to cultivate at this point, you will compete with each other for the essence of heaven and earth, making your cultivation less effective. At this point, you should open up your own cultivation cave.

Wu Tian lay down beside Wu Xia'er, diligently cultivating alongside her. The wind spirits howled, and the fiery glow was dazzling, like the sunset on the horizon.

After the meditation, the little girl would feel tired and her parents would take her back to sleep and rest.

Wu Tian would travel back at night; for him, running was a form of self-cultivation...

"Bai Long'er, see you tomorrow." Wu Xia'er's voice came from the night wind, as if she was watching him leave.

"Wang Wang!"

Wu Tian called out twice in response, and then quickly disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)