I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

"Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, so you're with that family. It's in Building 8, Unit 3, on the second floor. Fill out this form first."

"Are you related to them? Ah! I'm sorry, I just meant that family isn't easy to get along with. Why aren't they easy to get along with, you ask? Haven't you heard what happened to them recently? They say the man of the house strangled his own child. Is it true? Of course, it's true."

"Yeah, I think so too. How could a father be so cruel? Poor child, I hope you have a better life next time."

After chatting with the security guard for a while, Jiang Wen figured out the information about the man in the little ghost's memory.

The man was an alcoholic gambler who rented a place nearby with his girlfriend. His girlfriend was honest and worked at a nearby vegetable market. The man usually delivered takeout and liked to drink and gamble.

On the day he strangled the child, the man and his girlfriend had a heated argument, and in a fit of anger, he strangled the child.

After hearing these words, Jiang Wen compared them with the little ghost's memory. He knew that the man didn't act out of emotional impulse. He had planned it and didn't even show any intense expression when he committed the crime.

He simply thought the child was too noisy and wanted to silence him.

Since he gained the ability to deduce, he had been practicing alone. He hadn't had the chance to learn much from the cultivators he encountered in Dagan. Jiang Wen was a little confused about his current state, not knowing what realm or level he was at.

He thought Wudang Mountain was good, but it still lacked the Daoist cultivation atmosphere of his own temple.

"A Daoist priest," Jiang Wen replied with a smile.

Since he merged with the divine statue, the scenery around Jingxu Temple had become more and more beautiful. Whether it was the divine statue attracting spiritual energy or something else, the temple was shrouded in a thin mist and sea of clouds every day, making people feel comfortable.

Jiang Wen came here to fulfill the little ghost's wish, to let him be with his mother forever, which could be considered a good deed.

In addition, his magic power had broken through recently, and his steps were much faster than others, quickly leaving a group of tourists behind.

"No, this humble Daoist came here only to fulfill someone's wish." He said, taking out a piece of jade from his pocket and placing it in the woman's hand. It contained the little ghost's last thoughts and his last wish.

"Who is it?" A female voice responded, and a young woman opened the door.

The road was full of greenery, and vehicles came and went. As a famous Taoist mountain in the country, there were always many people who came to Wudang Mountain for sightseeing and worship.

His cultivation methods were all deduced from the stone tablet, and then he slowly practiced them. It was like walking on an unmanned road, where everything had to be explored.

Jiang Wen thought about these things, and the blue teardrop on his fingertip became icy cold. Having seen the sinister hearts of the people in Changping Village, he didn't feel much about the man's actions.

As the Taoist sages said, there is a hole in people's hearts that always needs something to fill it. Cultivators cultivate their nature, and isn't that also filling the hole to achieve the unity of man and nature?

Along the way, he saw ancient halls layer upon layer. The scenery between the mountains and forests was pleasant, and the incense was flourishing. People came and went, each with their own purpose. Some piously worshiped the gods, some took pictures of the scenery, and some admired the demeanor of the Daoist priests. Jiang Wen took it all in.

"Such a young abbot? I wonder how much your Jingxu Temple charges?"

"Now that ghosts and monsters have appeared in reality, there should be hidden experts in Wudang Mountain. It would be a great gain to discuss Tao with them."

The man was stunned when he heard this, and then his expression became angry. He glared at Jiang Wen and said in an extremely displeased tone: "Where the hell did you come from, you Daoist priest! Are you looking for a beating! I'm telling you, don't look for trouble, get the hell out of here!"

As for why the woman was willing to stay with the man after he committed such a terrible act, Jiang Wen didn't really want to know. Everyone has their own story, and no one can understand other people's thoughts.

He changed his casual clothes into a delicate Daoist robe, held a horsetail whisk in his hand, and carried a sword on his back.

The road was full of sightseeing vehicles, and many people brought their families to get some blessings from the immortals on the mountain.

Jiang Wen only smiled and didn't say anything in the face of the man's anger. He reached out and pointed at the man, and the blue teardrop floating on his fingertip merged into the man's forehead.

"You are?" The woman looked at Jiang Wen suspiciously.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then his fierce expression gradually softened. A childlike smile appeared on his face, and he stammered to Jiang Wen: "Th-thank you."

"It's all about fate," Jiang Wen said. He didn't mind that someone was taking pictures of him with their phone. His demeanor was measured, and he had the air of an immortal.

"A Daoist priest," Jiang Wen said with a chuckle.

Arriving at the man's residence, Jiang Wen knocked on the door.

But presumably, there will be one less gambling addict in the world in the future.

"Mom, Mom!"

"You, what are you doing?"

Male and female voices were mixed, and Jiang Wen smiled as he listened.

Amidst the surprised eyes of others, he ascended to the top of the mountain step by step.

There are many sins in the world, and perhaps there are many more things that are more vicious than this.

As the woman took the jade stone, a violent voice came from inside the house.

Leaving Jiang City, he drove all the way to Wudang Mountain.

"Who is it! Wife, who are you talking to!" The man said as he walked out, wearing shorts and bare-chested.

"Um, do you need something? We don't seem to have invited a Daoist priest." The woman's expression was a little stunned when she heard him, and then, as if she had thought of something, her eyes became swollen and red.

People in the world don't believe in gods, but they always hope to have the help of gods. This kind of spiritual sustenance for gods and Buddhas cannot be eradicated even after hundreds of years.

Seeing Jiang Wen at the door, he couldn't help but frown and look him up and down.

The other party's appearance was ordinary and not eye-catching in the crowd. Only the blue marks at the corners of his eyes silently indicated an act of violence.

"Yes," Jiang Wen nodded in response, not caring about what happened afterward. He slowly walked downstairs, only to hear the man's joyful voice from upstairs.

"Who are you?" The man asked unhappily.

Some tourists passing by him looked at him curiously, curious about the person dressed as a Daoist priest. After all, the Daoist robe Jiang Wen was wearing was different from that of the Daoist priests of Wudang Mountain. It was more in line with the aesthetics of modern young people, so it was obvious that he was not a Daoist priest from Wudang Mountain.

He came to Wudang Mountain to see if there were any like-minded people.

Standing in front of Prince Slope, the Daoists of Wudang Mountain cast their gazes. Jiang Wen smiled at him and bowed with his hands folded: "Immeasurable Life Buddha, greetings to you, Daoist friend."

"..." The Daoist was stunned.