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Chapter 1549 - 445 Chapter: The Era of Five Turbidities! The Body of an Ancient Immortal! Gary Smith, He Who Commands the Dragon to Descend upon the World!

Chapter 1549: 445 Chapter: The Era of Five Turbidities! The Body of an Ancient Immortal! Gary Smith, He Who Commands the Dragon to Descend upon the World!

At the foot of Green Mountain,

Spring rain sweet as suet, incessantly nurturing the Great Earth.

One by one, farmers dressed in coarse sackcloth shouldered their tools, laboring in the fields, their straw shoes squeaking on the muddy path, the air replete with the compound scent of mud, weeds, and cow dung.

To poets, the misty rain over paddy fields might seem romantic, but to them, it only meant dampness and the sticky discomfort of sweat mixed with rain after vigorous work.

Yet they were used to it, taking advantage of the spring rain to prepare for the upcoming sowing.

Elsewhere, women brought over prepared bean and millet porridge, but at a glance, one could see it was mixed with plenty of wild vegetables and cornmeal paste—watery and difficult to swallow. However, for a common household, this was still considered a delicacy fit only for the head of the family.

You could tell by how wistfully the frail children swallowed their saliva.

Some farmers, seeing the weather clear, thought there wasn’t much work left and decided to share a bit with the children, who, although tempted, refused. After all, with only one or two meals a day, the farmers needed to preserve all their strength.

The child, with a childish voice, said he was waiting to eat bean porridge mixed with meat fat, having had such a memorable meal a few years prior.

His words immediately drew laughter from everyone—no malice intended—it was just that such a meal was rare, perhaps once a year at best.

"Hope one day we could have three meals a day."

"You’re dreaming of heaven, that’s luxury for big shots!"

"You always talk about big shots, how big are they exactly?"

"The very big kind!"

"Are you talking about immortals? I’ve actually seen them, always found them quite odd..."

"Don’t speak nonsense, if the elders hear you, you’ll get a scolding!"

"But I heard it’s because of the mountain next to our village, they don’t allow us to hunt so as not to disturb the things inside."

"We used to go hunting there thirty years ago, now we can’t, who knows if someone is hogging it all for themselves." A farmer complained.

Occasionally hunting could yield a lot of food, of course... one could also end up as a meal in the bellies of the Mountain’s beasts.

"I heard that the third Dog of the family next door got eaten by this mountain, as he approached, his body stretched out, and he grew Feathers all over, an ugly sight."

"How can a mountain eat someone? Maybe the mountain’s Lord Spirit."

"The world’s really turning upside down."

"..."

While everyone was buzzing with discussion, suddenly a voice interjected, "May I ask, folks, is this Green Mountain?"

Such sophisticated speech rendered everyone instantly silent.

They turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a black Taoist robe with gold trim, sporting a goatee, and his hair tied in a Taoist knot; his face gaunt and cheeks sunken, yet his eyes were bright and piercing.

Beside him followed a fair and young Taoist with red lips and white teeth, walking with his head down, silent.

Plain clothes, the Taoist, the Taoist child...

Although the Emperor currently favored Buddhism, The Imperial Family had acknowledged that ancestor, so the Taoists’ influence was by no means weak.

A combination of multiple factors prompted the farmers to show a respectful demeanor, not daring to speak out of turn.

The Taoist observed their reaction and pulled out a palm-sized piece of smoked, blackened but shiny bacon from his sack and offered it with a smile, saying, "I would like to ask for everyone’s assistance for a matter."

"No need, no need," the farmers waved their hands but their eyes were fixed on the bacon, their Adam’s apple moving up and down; one of them whispered, "This indeed is Green Mountain, but the mountain is dangerous, filled with beasts and Demons, it’s better if the Taoist doesn’t go."

"We are entrusted by the Official Residence to consecrate and expel Demons. If successful, the mountain could be open to all, but I’m unfamiliar with it and need a path up the mountain. Whoever tells me, gets this meat," the Taoist explained his purpose.

The farmers looked at each other, and ultimately, none could resist the temptation, they all vied to tell him.

The Taoist nodded in appreciation and, after getting the information, left the bacon and bid farewell, stepping onto the moss-covered stones and headed towards the mountain.

As for the farmers, they divided up the bacon, even though each only received a sliver of the meat; had the village elders found out, none would have had a share.

The child who had earlier expressed a wish for meat stared at the sliver in his hands, saliva dripping uncontrollably.

Drip, drip,

The rain continued to fall.

The Taoist child followed closely behind, biting his tongue but finally decided to speak, only to hear his master, without turning back, say, "Speak if your heart is troubled.

The Taoist child faltered and mumbled, "Master, just to confirm... you gave them... ’Food for the Undead’?"

"Remove the ’just to confirm’. Is there a problem?" the Taoist looked at him with a smile.

"You taught me that living persons should eat food with life force, but ’Food for the Undead’..." the Taoist child hesitated for a moment before answering, "That’s food for offering to the Undead!"

"The food we refine with the ’Dharma Vein of the Shadow Way’ is imbued with dead energy. If living people eat it, it will disrupt their life force, turning them into a neither alive nor dead Monster. But for Demons, it’s a treasure that boosts their power."

"You have kept up with your studies, indeed you are the most exemplary of the younger generation within our Dharma Vein, just like me!" the Taoist couldn’t help but praise.

"That’s because in the entire Dharma Vein, there’s only you and me left." The Taoist child covered his face, blushing with embarrassment.

Especially when other Taoist uncles were around, the master would lower his power to maintain the title of peerless among his equals rather than face defeat.

Unconcerned by his reaction, the Taoist sighed, "Those who eat of the Dharma Vein are like gods, while those who eat the dead are but shadows and ghosts. Alas, after that plague that rewrote history spread, the true way has shifted to the path of diseases. People no longer pursue the way but chase after the pathologies. The irony is, I too have joined this chase."

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