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Research-Style Cultivation, Starting by Refusing to Be a Furnace – Chapter 12

Ch 12: Manifestation

Ch 12: Manifestation

One month later, early morning, Qingyun Prefecture, Li Family.

“Taoist, good news, good news!” The Head of the Li Family hurriedly trotted towards Wei Xing, shouting as he ran, afraid that Wei Xing would not hear him.

“Is it that Qingyun Temple has opened?” Wei Xing asked directly.

“Exactly, exactly. Qingyun Temple is opening today. Today is the day Qingyun Temple holds the entry ceremony for new disciples, opening the temple doors to accept the incense offerings of the world,” said the Head of the Li Family, patting his round belly with a smile.

“Let’s go.” Wei Xing didn’t say anything extra, just turned to leave.

“Taoist, don’t be impatient. I have already arranged a carriage and servants to take you there. Just follow the people and horses, otherwise, a hundred li will tire you out,” the Head of the Li Family advised Wei Xing.

After everything was ready, Wei Xing carried his backpack and stood in front of the carriage to say goodbye: “Miss Li, Head of the Li Family, thank you for your hospitality this month. After I find the person I’m looking for, I will come back to thank you for your many days of hospitality.”

Li Ziwan looked at Wei Xing and nodded, her expression a little lost, her eyes slightly red, and she didn’t speak, wanting to say something but stopping. The man shook his belly and quickly stepped forward to pull her back slightly.

Then, the Head of the Li Family behaved very enthusiastically, personally helping Wei Xing into the carriage, and instructing the servants to be sure to send him there.

“Silly Girl, the person has already left. He is not one of us. Why are you doing this?” The man looked at his disappointing daughter and almost pleaded.

“Father, I haven’t asked him yet? We’ve been getting along for a month. What if he’s interested too?” Li Ziwan replied.

“Ask what? Some words, once spoken, cannot be taken back. It’s better not to ask,” the man criticized sternly, then added, “It’s fine if you’re being mischievous on ordinary days, but this matter is not up to you. You’d better stay away from him, or do you want our Li Family to be destroyed one day?”.

“Xiao Yun, take Miss back and keep a close watch on her,” the man said to the Man in Black next to him.

Li Ziwan heard this, took two steps back, and remained silent. The pear blossom in her heart, which seemed to have not yet bloomed, withered directly.

On the official road, the flow of people surged, forming a long queue.

Wei Xing sat in the carriage behind the crowd of carriages and horses. Seeing so many teams, Wei Xing curiously asked the groom in front, “Do you know why so many people are going to Qingyuan Temple to worship?”.

The groom was a young man, who also seemed capable. Hearing Wei Xing ask him, he enthusiastically replied, “Taoist, you don’t know, so many people worship because it’s effective.”

“Oh, how effective is it?” Wei Xing asked curiously.

“Master, haven’t you noticed that most of these carriages and people are women? Or unmarried women? Have you seen many men coming?” The young man reminded Wei Xing.

Wei Xing then carefully observed the crowd and found that what the groom in front said was correct. Indeed, they were all women, and very few men came.

“Why is this?” Wei Xing was a little puzzled and continued to ask.

“Because this Qingyuan Temple is particularly effective in matters of men and women. Unmarried women seek an Ideal Husband, and married women seek children. It’s especially effective, plus Qingyuan Temple is not open all year round, and only opens its doors very rarely. Naturally, everyone is rushing to go,” the young man patiently explained to Wei Xing.

Wei Xing had a feeling of sudden realization, and said clearly in his heart: “So that’s how it is. This Myriad Desires Sect probably has an unclear relationship with this Qingyuan Temple. No wonder it’s so effective in this regard.” Wei Xing thought of this, and inexplicably thought of that night before, and suddenly felt a chill under his crotch, and his whole body shivered.

After walking and stopping for more than half a day, they finally arrived at the foot of Qingyuan Mountain.

The groom shouted forcefully, “Master, we’re here!”.

After Wei Xing got out of the car, he saw that each team was standing in an orderly manner at the foot of the mountain, not going up the mountain. He curiously asked, “Why aren’t you all going up the mountain? Isn’t Qingyuan Temple on the mountain? Why are you all gathered at the foot of the mountain?”.

The young man laughed after hearing this, raised his eyebrows and said, “Master, you really don’t know, Qingyuan Temple is the place where the Taoists cultivate, how can they easily let mortals enter? Besides, wouldn’t so many people disturb these Taoists who like quiet?”.

“That’s true,” Wei Xing nodded.

The young man continued, “In the past, the opening of the temple was at the foot of the mountain.” After speaking, he pointed to the wide incense burner in the square in front and continued, “Master, see, later, if we want to worship incense, we will light a few ‘Wish-Fulfilling Incense’ there, put some ‘Merit Money’, and then kowtow.”

Wei Xing listened carefully, but did not hear any news about Qingyuan Temple itself, and could not help but feel a little disappointed: “Didn’t the temple send anyone down? At least someone should preside over it.”

The young man heard Wei Xing’s question, and was not annoyed, but patiently replied: “There must be someone.” He pointed to the table and chairs placed next to the square, guarded by soldiers in front, and continued: “Master, do you see that table? Later, when the worship and wish-making begins, a Taoist from the temple will come and sit there.”

“Why are there soldiers guarding it?” Wei Xing continued to ask.

“Because they are afraid that these mortals will not know what is good for them, and will run to the Taoist and talk to them, offending the Taoists. Those soldiers are all sent from Qingyuan Prefecture, and they are all very powerful,” the young man said with an envious tone.

“It seems that there are still some tricks in it. It seems that the status of this Taoist is high. No wonder I wore Taoist robes before, and others were so respectful and afraid of me. I don’t know when the temple will send someone down,” Wei Xing was thinking to himself.

“Ding ding ding!” A rapid series of knocks echoed through the room, the sound so insistent it made Wei Xing’s ears ring. The three sharp knocks finally ceased.

The entire team at the foot of the mountain became quiet, and everyone looked at the table in front of the square. A Young Taoist was standing there at some point, holding a small yellow bell in one hand and a small pestle in the other. After three knocks.

I saw this person put away the objects and began to say loudly: “Today is a good day for our Qingyuan Temple to accept disciples, benefiting all people, celebrating together, all beings must be grateful and piously kneel down.”

Everyone at the foot of the mountain heard this and quickly knelt down in place, bowing their heads, waiting for the next instruction.

Wei Xing was pulled by the kneeling groom, signaling him to kneel down, but he remained unmoved, just standing there alone. He would not kneel, nor would he want to kneel.

The groom saw this and trembled in fear: “My dear grandpa, don’t seek death. Offending the Immortal, you won’t have enough lives.”

Wei Xing ignored him and continued to stand and look at the Young Taoist in front. He had seen this person before, that was in the Qin Family of Qingping County, when Qin Yong was accepted as a disciple, he was the Taoist standing next to him.

Wei Xing’s actions were naturally noticed by the Young Taoist in the square in front. He gave a look to the guards next to him, and then several tall soldiers wearing armor and curved blades on their waists walked towards Wei Xing.

Wei Xing was not afraid, but a little excited. He was worried about how to talk to the Young Taoist in the distance, and then go to Qingyuan Temple. Seeing the soldiers walking towards him, Wei Xing did not move, just watched quietly, letting them take him away.

“Rise!”

“Kneel”

After three rises and three kneels, the prayer officially began. People flocked to the incense burner in front to offer incense and kneel, the crowd surged, and it was very lively.

On the contrary, the young groom had a difficult look on his face and regretted it: “Alas, how can I explain to Miss? When I came, Miss repeatedly told me to take good care of this master, but this… this….”

The young man looked at the background of Wei Xing being taken away, and he was trembling just now, his mind was confused. When he reacted, the person had been taken away. The young man slapped his thigh in annoyance.

Wei Xing was indeed full of excitement, and was already looking forward to the future life in his heart.


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(🇨🇳)Research-Style Cultivation, Starting by Refusing to Be a Furnace

🇨🇳)Research-Style Cultivation, Starting by Refusing to Be a Furnace

科研式修仙,从拒绝炉鼎开始
Score 8.4
Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Chinese
Wei Xing, having graduated with a Master's degree, accidentally transmigrates to another world. Unknowingly, he has already been marked as a cultivation cauldron, surrounded by danger. On one hand, he uses a modern scientific research mindset to explore cultivation; on the other hand, he uses spiritual power combined with item refining methods, *** The stench of blood and the phantom echo of a butcher's knife were Wei Xing's last clear memories of Earth. Now, only agony remained. Not the dull ache of a hangover, but a searing, full-body violation. He gasped, eyes stinging against the harsh glare of an unfamiliar sun, the world swimming in a dizzying haze. Where were the familiar high-rises, the rumble of traffic? Only weeds reclaiming a dilapidated monastery met his gaze. Then came the flood – memory fragments, alien yet intimate, crashing into his consciousness. Sweat-slicked bodies, endless moans, a gaunt face twisted in simultaneous pleasure and pain, ruthless killers in red robes, and a desperate flight ending in... this. Nausea roiled within him. This broken, emaciated body wasn't his. Ribs protruded like ridges on a starved animal, bruises painted his skin alongside disturbingly intimate marks – hickeys? – mocking his non-existent love life. A tattered robe, stained crimson, barely concealed his nakedness. He was trapped. Not just in a strange place, but in a strange, violated body. Panic, cold and sharp, sliced through the pain. The scientific truths he clung to shattered against the impossible reality. He was an anomaly, a ghost inhabiting ruined flesh in a world that felt ancient and hostile. Hunted, wounded, and utterly alone, Wei Xing's journey began not with heroic resolve, but with a guttural cry of pain and the desperate, primal need to survive whatever nightmare he had stumbled into. The path forward was obscured by blood, conspiracy, and the chilling realization that his old life was irrevocably gone, replaced by a brutal existence where his very nature made him prey.

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