I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

“The Golden Summit is indeed extraordinary.”

Jiang Wen stood beside the Golden Summit, gazing at the vast sea of clouds in the distance. Heaven and earth blended together, seemingly as one. Standing at the edge of the cliff, he could almost feel the sensation of riding the six energies and wandering freely.

He pondered for a moment, then raised his foot and stood on the railing. His entire body felt as if it were suspended in mid-air, sensing the flow of the air.

The tourists watching the scenery exclaimed in alarm at his dangerous action. Even the arriving Daoist Chen was startled and hurriedly called for him to come down.

“The Wudang Golden Summit is indeed extraordinary; I have truly witnessed it,” Jiang Wen said with a smile as he lightly jumped down towards the uneasy Daoist Chen. “Compared to this place, my Jingxu Temple is far inferior.”

“Isn't that to be expected?” Daoist Chen said unhappily. “Don't do such dangerous things again. If something happens, how will I explain it to my master? The scenic area will also cause us trouble.”

“Sorry, sorry, I was just carried away and forgot the rules,” Jiang Wen replied apologetically, then, as if thinking of something, asked, “Do you even care about the opinions of the scenic area?”

“Of course, we do. Although Daoists from all sects of Wudang can live on Wudang Mountain, the scenic area management must maintain the safety of Wudang Mountain. If someone dies, no one will have an easy time,” Daoist Chen replied. “Let's go; my master wants to see you.”

“Didn't the Daoist friend just say that the elders in your sect didn't have time?” Jiang Wen said, amused.

“Now they have time,” Daoist Chen said shamelessly, not feeling embarrassed by his previous words at all.

“Anyone with a benevolent heart can discuss the Dao. Wudang Mountain is not some secret martial arts sect, nor does it have so many rules. If a Daoist friend wants to discuss the Dao, then come and discuss it,” the old Daoist said with a smile.

“Thank you, Senior,” Jiang Wen said without hesitation and stated what he wanted to ask. “I have heard that there are Qi Refiners among the Daoists; is this true or false?”

The old Daoist was indeed an old Daoist; his mental cultivation was indeed beyond his comparison.

Having resolved his inner knot, Jiang Wen bowed to the old Daoist. Even if the old Daoist was a mortal, he still had to thank him properly.

“It's nothing; I didn't offer any guidance. I only said a few words and chatted for a while. If you can't figure it out, even if I say a thousand or ten thousand words, it will be difficult. If you can figure it out, even if I don't say a word, you can still understand it thoroughly,” the old Daoist said with a smile, handing the tea that Daoist Chen brought over to Jiang Wen.

“So, you are a Daoist from Jingxu Temple; please take a seat. Disciple, go and brew some tea,” the old Daoist said to Daoist Chen.

Daoist Chen picked up a thin book from the futon where Jiang Wen had sat. The cover had several large characters handwritten on it: *Gaoshang Yuhuang Xin Yin Miao Jing* (Supreme Jade Emperor Heart Imprint Wonderful Scripture).

“I still believe a little,” thinking of his own experiences, Jiang Wen felt that he had received the blessing of the Dao Ancestor to some extent. Although he was not superstitious now, he knew to be respectful.

“You still worship gods?” Daoist Chen joked. After chatting along the way, he had grown to like the Daoist in front of him.

Jiang Wen took the tea, took a light sip, and bowed to the old Daoist again.

Jiang Wen also didn't stand on ceremony and sat cross-legged opposite the old Daoist. He looked at the old Daoist, slowed his voice, and said, “This humble Daoist is Jiang Wen, the Abbot of Jingxu Temple. I have come to Wudang Mountain this time to discuss the Dao with Senior.”

“The Dao that can be spoken of is not the constant Dao. Seeking the meaning of the Dao is also to inquire about the meaning of human existence in this world.”

The old Daoist opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Wen with some confusion. Then, as if he had thought of something, a kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

“He's gone,” the old Daoist said plainly.

“What about the truth or falsehood of those ancient rumors?” The old Daoist sighed. “Although Daoism has the concept of cultivation, in the end, it is not so magical. It's just some methods to strengthen the body and perhaps prolong life.”

“I am grateful for Senior's guidance. This humble Daoist has nothing of value to offer, so I will give this item to Senior, hoping that Senior can enter the Dao and cultivate.”

“Do people in Daoism not believe in gods?” Jiang Wen asked with a smile.

So, he followed Daoist Chen to the Zixiao Palace on Wudang Mountain.

“Master, Daoist Jiang seems to have left a book.”

“What book?” the old Daoist said with a smile.

Climbing the steps, one could see the statue of the Jade Emperor upon entering the gate.

The palace was located in the mountains, with intertwined green and red, and thick bricks and stones. It had a sense of historical burden.

Daoist Chen responded and withdrew, leaving only Jiang Wen and the old Daoist.

“Whether or not one can truly cultivate, whether or not there are truly gods, you are you. Why be too obsessed with one thing? It is better to follow your own thoughts and do what you want to do; this can also be considered cultivation. If you stop moving forward when you encounter a rainstorm, is that not being too concerned with the result?”

“Thank you, Senior, for your guidance,” Jiang Wen said.

“Good,” Jiang Wen nodded in agreement.

“Do not listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the trees and leaves; why not chant and walk slowly?”

Indeed, he had been too fixated on things recently, always feeling that everything was not so simple.

The two came to a secluded room, where Jiang Wen saw an old Daoist sitting cross-legged on a futon, practicing with his eyes closed.

Jiang Wen held incense and bowed to the Jade Emperor before following Daoist Chen through the back door.

The old Daoist's words made Jiang Wen fall into contemplation.

“Master, I have brought the Abbot of Jingxu Temple,” Daoist Chen said respectfully to the old Daoist.

He thought of the things he had done after obtaining the Daoist temple, and the feelings he had when he witnessed the other side of the transcendent world, and he felt a little more clear in his heart.

Rather than hesitating, it is better to sing and move forward.

“Only cultivate immortality and do not ask about gods,” Daoist Chen shook his head, without the self-awareness of a Daoist disciple.

The old Daoist nodded and didn't care what Jiang Wen had sent. He closed his eyes to cultivate and only woke up when Daoist Chen called him in his ear.

“So fast, didn't you say to stay for dinner? I quite like interacting with this person,” Daoist Chen said regretfully, then his voice of doubt came. “Eh, what is this?”

Just like the old Daoist said, instead of thinking about so many things, it's better to let nature take its course. Do whatever you want to do, as long as it doesn't violate your conscience. If you stop moving forward when you encounter a rainstorm, in the end, you are still afraid of the rainstorm wetting you.

“Master, where is my Daoist friend?”

*Gaoshang Yuhuang Xin Yin Miao Jing* (Supreme Jade Emperor Heart Imprint Wonderful Scripture),” Daoist Chen flipped through this shallow custom book, his eyes never leaving it. “Master, I'll take this book to read for a few days first.”

“Go ahead; this book can also be considered a classic of our Daoist teachings.” The old Daoist didn't care at all. He had no idea what kind of sensation the book that Jiang Wen had left behind would cause.

As for Jiang Wen, who had done all this, he was already driving on the way back.