The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 19, Four People Leave the Mountain

"What do you mean?" Li Lang asked, puzzled.

"You don't know?" Chu Yan asked in surprise, seeing that Li Lang's expression seemed genuine.

Li Lang fell silent. Was he performing a crosstalk routine, or was he trying to deliver a punchline?

As a transmigrator, Li Lang didn't care about anything else in this world. His only concern now was leaving these mountains as soon as possible, making some money, and seeing how that spendthrift had changed. Maybe he'd even have a chance to return to Earth?

"Heroes lurk in Langya Mountain, geese cry mournfully before Yanming Pass. Haven't you heard of them?" Chu Yan continued, "These two proverbs have been passed down since ancient times. The second one is easy to understand: Yanming Pass is so treacherous that even geese have to stop and sigh before continuing to spread their wings. But the first one is harder to explain; there has never been an explanation that can convince everyone."

"Langya Mountain? Is this the mountain you're talking about?" Upon hearing this, Li Lang seemed to become interested and casually asked.

"Yes. You're not from Dayuan?" Chu Yan's expression became somewhat wary when she asked this question.

"Li Family Village, Dayuan County, answer complete!" Li Lang rolled his eyes. He hated women like this the most. They weren't even close, yet they liked to ask all sorts of questions, and they looked at everyone as if they were some kind of treacherous villain.

"A county? It's three hundred miles away. Why are you here?" Chu Yan asked, still puzzled.

"What's wrong with 300 li? Most places are 3,000 li away. What are you doing here?" Li Lang was a little annoyed. He couldn't have a conversation with this woman at all. Everyone has some privacy, right? They weren't even familiar with each other. Did she really need to know so much about them?

"I, I am—" the fledgling swallow blurted out, but stopped herself in time.

"I know, you were sent by the King to patrol the mountain." Li Lang waved his hand, his face showing impatience.

"Your Majesty, are you still going to patrol the mountain even though we're about to leave?" Before Chu Yan could react, a cheeky voice rang out, and Big Head Monk crawled in from outside.

"Get lost, you go patrol the mountain with the Taoist priest." Li Lang saw that the monk had a few more new scratches on his face and was still acting so shamelessly. He felt a surge of pleasure and laughed as he scolded him.

"I'm not going. I'm at odds with this monk." The Taoist priest poked his head out, looking even worse. His hair was disheveled, and there was a bruise near his eye. It was unclear whether he had suffered a minor loss, but his tone was unfriendly.

"Pfft!" Chu Yan couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

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The following day, on the official road, four fine horses galloped along, carrying four riders: three men and one woman, namely Wolong, Fengchu, Li Lang, and Chuyan. The little saint was lying on Wolong's back, while Wangcai was tied to Fengchu's buttocks.

As the saying goes, when a man has money, the world is at his feet. Therefore, when Li Lang wanted to buy horses, everyone agreed; when Li Lang wanted to eat meat, no one objected; when Li Lang wanted a bath, two people followed him...

So, everyone looked refreshed. Li Lang, dressed in satin robes, was a dashing young gentleman. The monk remained a monk; his robes had been washed and manually fanned dry, all odors removed. This was the only attire the monk wore, passed down from his master, who said he couldn't forget his roots. The Taoist priest was the same.

The fledgling swallows also changed into new clothes, made of fine silk and blue-and-white porcelain, which were custom-made by a tailor.

Those who practice martial arts are all clothes hangers, and the tailor's skills are also impeccable. If there's anything to say, it's that you have to pay more.

If you pay extra, the clothes will be made quickly and fit perfectly, with graceful curves and a snug fit that clings to the body, with every detail just right.

The two hundred taels of silver were quickly spent, but the silver notes for the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix passed through Li Lang's hands.

It feels good to have money, and it feels even better to spend it. Li Lang's mood was like a gentle breeze. The spark of light in his mind blossomed into a thin line, faint and short. But Li Lang was confident he could stretch it out, because he hadn't spent the silver notes in his pocket yet.

Everyone secretly despised Li Lang. It was one thing to spend other people's money, but the real problem was that he used other people's money to pay the bill.

This kind of behavior is unheard of; no one has ever seen such a shameless person.

Li Lang, riding his horse, chuckled to himself. So this is how money can be spent? No matter whose money it is, once it passes through my hands, it becomes worthless. It feels so good!

"Sister, go forward boldly, go forward, don't look back..." Li Lang had to sing a song at this moment, otherwise he would not be able to express his feelings.

Dadu, the capital of the Yuan state, was a place where military and political power were centralized, a gathering place for wealthy merchants, and a place where the hearts of the people were turned to.

Looking at the mansion before him, Li Lang felt as if he were dreaming.

Back then, I made a pilgrimage to the capital to take the imperial examination. It took me three months to get there, and I was still only halfway there when I was inexplicably conscripted into the army and almost lost at Yanming Pass.

No, to be precise, the original Li Lang had already died at Yanming Pass, and the current me is truly a reincarnation.

Li Lang breathed a long sigh of relief. It was all in the past. He would cut ties with the past and dedicate the rest of his life to one thing: making money!

Oh, and spending money... let's see what kind of tricks that spendthrift in my mind can pull off. If I have the chance to go back to Earth again, I'll definitely go back.

If you really can't go back, then buy a big house in this world, marry a few wives, and when you have free time, travel around the mountains and play in the water. That way, life will be passable.

Li Lang had meticulously planned out his future in his mind, and just thinking about it made him smile.

"You can stay here tonight. I need to go out for a bit," Chu Yan said, lifting her veil after settling Li Lang and the others in the house.

Li Lang and his companions had had an incredibly smooth journey, encountering no risks along the way and arriving in Dadu as if they were sightseeing. That's it? The risks and rewards are disproportionate.

Sure enough, a problem arose: the woman didn't mention the promise at all and turned to leave.

"I see. Most of them have arrived, but it seems a bit different from what you described?" She finished her business without paying and tried to leave—could he let her get away with that? Of course not. Li Lang smiled, speaking quite tactfully.

"Hmph. Don't worry, I always keep my word. I'll deliver on my promise by tomorrow at the latest." Chu Yan knew what Li Lang meant, so she raised an eyebrow, gave a disdainful "hmph," and said irritably, "But there's one thing you need to remember: before I return, if anyone finds this place, don't believe them, and definitely don't produce the jade token. Otherwise, you won't get your lives—not even a tael of silver." Chu Yan's expression turned serious as she finished speaking.

"We understand, go ahead and rest assured, we'll be waiting for you to come back!" Monk Wolong's fat face jiggled as he put on a smile.

Seeing the monk's shocking expression, Chu Yan's martial arts-practicing body visibly trembled slightly. She turned her head to tie her veil, then leaped over the wall with the lightness of a swallow.