Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

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The leading ghost messenger, clad in black armor, stood with his hand on his sword, scanning the people entering the city with an imposing aura.

At this moment, an old Taoist priest was standing in front of the ghost messenger.

The old man had white hair and beard, a ruddy complexion, wore an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, and held a whisk in his hand, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

He was chatting with the ghost messenger with a smile, his attitude very polite. He took out an invitation from his sleeve, handed it to him with both hands, and said:

"Thank you for your trouble, General."

This old Taoist priest has never been to this sacred land before. He has come with an invitation to the meeting, but he does not know which way to the city lord's mansion. He hopes the general can guide him.

The ghost messenger took the invitation and glanced at it.

The invitation was well-made, but it did not have the special patterns and markings that the Ox-Head and Horse-Face had given to Chen Jiao.

The ghost messenger examined the scroll briefly, understanding the situation. His previously cold and harsh voice softened slightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"So it's Master Luo from Jieyang Mountain. My apologies." He raised his hand and pointed to the top of the city.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, one could vaguely discern a majestic and continuous palace complex suspended in the air, displaying a myriad of magnificent sights.

"That's it. The treasure exchange ceremony will be held in the mansion. The Taoist priest should go there with the invitation, and an envoy will come to receive him."

"Thank you, General."

Master Luo Quan smiled, put away the invitation, bowed, and then walked leisurely into the city gate.

His figure quickly blended into the bustling yet orderly flow of people in the street.

As Luo Daoren walked, he took in the sights of this city, which was so different from the mortal world yet bustling with activity.

The tension that had been building for days seemed to ease slightly in this unfamiliar environment, far from Xiniu Hezhou.

Luo Daoren couldn't help but recall the unexpected disaster that had befallen him before.

At that time, he was invited by the two long-time demon kings, Jin Huan and Wu Huan, of Wujin Mountain to refine a precious elixir that could enhance one's cultivation.

Unexpectedly, halfway there, before even entering the territory of Wujin Mountain, they could see banners fluttering in the sky above Wujin Mountain, a vast net sealing off the surrounding area, the majestic power of the heavens was breathtaking.

He even witnessed the infamous Wu Huan Tai Sui being forced to reveal its true form, transforming into a giant black-scaled serpent the size of a mountain, which was then instantly reduced to dust amidst a sky full of thunder!

That scene truly terrified Luo Daoren, who dared not approach it even a little bit.

He immediately turned his cloud around and fled back to Jieyang Mountain at lightning speed. He closed the Taoist temple, activated all the protective formations, and dared not show his face for a long time.

After making inquiries, it was learned that the Heavenly Court's Thunder Palace was on patrol in Xiniuhezhou, and the golden and black rings had collided with the imperial carriage of the Huangtian Jingfa Zhenjun.

From then on, Daoist Luo was terrified and lived in constant fear. He even stopped his daily sermons and alchemy, for fear that one day a bolt of lightning would strike his mountain.

Some time ago, the Corpse Lord of Cold Crow Ridge sent an envoy to invite us. The envoy was very polite and offered a very generous reward.

Luo Daoren didn't even dare to show his face, and only had his boy make up the excuse that he was "in seclusion and unable to receive guests."

Receiving an invitation to the treasure exchange event in Tongyou City, far removed from the troubles of the mortal world, is like finding a pillow when you're sleepy!

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Luo Daoren hurriedly packed his valuables and rushed to this Netherworld. Ostensibly, he was there to attend a treasure hunt, but in reality, he was mostly there to avoid trouble, clear his mind, and find peace and tranquility.

Thinking of this, Luo Daoren's mind gradually calmed down.

He strolled through the city, observing its scenery, so different from that of the mortal world. The long-suppressed bewilderment in his heart seemed to have been somewhat diluted, offering him some solace.

Luo Daoren walked and pondered.

In a few more days, once the hype surrounding the "Thunder Palace Inspection Tour" has died down, the Hundred Treasures Pill Medicine Appraisal Conference organized by the Golden Toad Demon Lord of the Treasure Gathering Chamber of Commerce should also begin.

Why not take this opportunity to search for some rare spiritual plants and herbs in this underworld for future needs?

Anyway, the Kanshui River near my own Jieyang Mountain has mysterious water quality, which is most suitable for alchemy, so I don't lack high-quality mysterious true water as a guide.

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Not long after Luo Daoren left, Chen Jiao and his three companions also arrived at the city gate.

The city guards saw that it was just a few more cultivators from the mortal realm. They glanced at them as usual, their expressions unchanged, clearly used to it.

Tongyou City is a place where people from all directions gather. Although there aren't many living people or cultivators coming and going, it's not unusual.

"Gentlemen, please show your travel permits."

Chen Jiao hesitated for a moment, then instead of taking out the Token of No Taboos, he took out the two anciently patterned invitations given to him by Ox-Head and Horse-Face from his sleeve and handed them over.

The ghost messenger took the invitation, his gaze initially indifferent, but when he saw the lifelike bull's head and horse's face patterns on the cover, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

He looked up, carefully examined Chen Jiao, and then looked down to carefully examine the markings and scent on the inside of the invitation.

After confirming that everything was correct, he looked up at Chen Jiao, a hint of caution appearing on his usually stern face, and asked in a slow voice:

"May I ask your name? And why... do you carry invitations from the two Yin Generals, Ox-Head and Horse-Face?"

Chen Jiao remained calm and replied gently:

"This humble Taoist priest is Jiangxiao."

I have some connection with the two Yin Generals, but they are too busy with official duties to attend in person. Therefore, they are giving this letter to me as a token of their attendance.

But is this against the rules here?

Upon hearing this, the ghost messenger's wariness faded, and he returned the invitation, clasping his hands in a respectful gesture and saying in a deep voice:

This is an invitation personally sent by the City Lord to distinguished guests. Those who hold this invitation are all honored guests of Tongyou City. Please do not worry, Master.

The ghost messenger stepped aside to make way and pointed to the floating mansion in the city.

"The city lord's mansion is located above. Would you like me to send a ghostly soldier to guide you, Master?"

Although his tone was cold and hard, his words were quite considerate, showing a difference from his previous official attitude towards Luo Daoren of Jieyang Mountain.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiao's heart stirred.

Although he disliked pomp and circumstance, being new to the city and unfamiliar with the place, having a guide familiar with the routes would certainly save him a lot of trouble in finding what he needed or gathering information.

Without hesitation, he nodded and said, "In that case, I'll trouble you, General."

"You're too kind, sir."

The ghost messenger responded and turned to a vigilant ghost soldier beside him, giving the order:

"You are guiding the true master; you must be careful."

"Yes, sir!" The ghostly soldier clasped his hands in agreement, stepped forward, and stood respectfully to one side.

Upon seeing this, the three True Immortals Shouyue were about to take out their respective Netherworld Travel Tokens.

The ghost messenger waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over them, and said in a deep voice:

"Since you have come with the Immortal Jiangxiao, you may attend the meeting together without further verification."

The group entered the city and walked along the wide, flat streets. The surrounding scenery was very different from the mortal world, yet it exuded a kind of orderly liveliness.

Song An, with his youthful spirit, couldn't help but look around, his face filled with curiosity and excitement, and he chuckled in a low voice:

"Senior Jiangxiao, you truly have remarkable skills!"

Not only will it allow us to smoothly enter the treasure exchange event, but with the ghostly soldiers leading the way, exploring this Netherworld City will be so much more convenient!

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiao simply smiled slightly and gently shook his head, saying:

"It is not that I have any special skills."

It was merely a coincidence, and I only did so because I had received favors from the two underworld generals, Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

Song Yan, standing to the side, remained calm and said softly, "Senior is too modest."

If it weren't for your righteous help in quelling the chaos in the underworld, how could you have received such treatment?

Such favors were earned by the senior through their cultivation and actions; how can it be said that they weren't a means to an end?

At this moment, Master Shouyue also looked at Jiang Chenjiao, her beautiful face showing a solemn expression.

She curtsied, her voice clear and earnest:

"What Songyan said is very true."

It is a pleasant surprise that I was able to participate in the City Lord's Gathering and obtain the spiritual items needed by the sect, thanks to the help of my seniors.

This sentiment and friendship are deeply cherished by Shouyue and the entire Songyue Sword Sect.

Seeing the three of them speaking sincerely and expressing their gratitude, Chen Jiao noticed a growing sense of helplessness in his eyes as they focused on him.

His intention was merely to go with the flow and make a good connection; he had no intention of expecting anything in return. Therefore, he could only say:

"You flatter me. It is fate that we are traveling together, and there is no need to worry about a few conveniences."

Having said that, Chen Jiao's gaze naturally turned to the ghostly soldier who had led the way, and he said in a gentle voice:

"Thank you for your trouble. Go and check out the market first."

The ghostly soldiers clasped their hands in agreement and silently led the way.

Seeing this, Shouyue and the other two vaguely understood the true nature of the person, so they said no more, kept their gratitude in their hearts, and continued on their way.

The four people walked through the streets and alleys.

Not long after.

The buildings and pavilions on both sides appear increasingly well-organized and meticulously constructed, with exquisite materials and intricate carvings on the beams and pillars of the porches, featuring ancient and elegant patterns.

Although it lacks the dazzling allure of gold and jade, its dark, iron-like material and warm, jade-like texture exude a quiet weight and sophistication.

The chaotic, bustling atmosphere in the air gradually faded away, replaced by wisps of spiritual energy that were hard to ignore.

Whether cold and gloomy, intense and fiery, or balanced and peaceful and harmonious, all were properly contained within the doors and windows of each household.

The number of people coming and going has also decreased significantly.

But whether they were well-dressed cultivators or ghost cultivators with solid auras, most of them had calm expressions and steady steps, clearly not ordinary people.

The ghostly soldiers leading the way stopped at an exceptionally wide crossroads, stood sideways, and respectfully said:

"Masters, this is the place in the city that specializes in all kinds of magical artifacts, alchemy furnaces, and cauldrons."

The shops are located on both sides of this street and in the extending alleyways. Each shop has its own specialty, and the specifications and quality of their products also vary. Please feel free to browse.

After speaking, the ghostly soldiers stood aside with their hands at their sides, saying no more.

The long street before me was deserted, and the doors were deep and secluded. Although there was no clamor or hawking, there was a profound and subtle atmosphere and a faint glimmer of light flowing through it.

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