Chapter 032 – One Shoulder Carrying the Dao

A master would talk about qi, a dynasty had qi luck, and a sect would also have a weather to talk about.

The heavenly Taoist sect is three-legged, Longhu Mountain is valued by the Liyang Dynasty, when the Taoist system for hundreds of years, the four great celestial masters are more than a divine mystic, and the Longhu Mountain geniuses come out in abundance, almost every generation will emerge one or two expected to be in charge of the unearthly geniuses.

In the last hundred years, there was Ge Hong, who wrote Taiji Jindan, denouncing the external dan as a sidetrack, spilling out 200,000 true words, pointing the finger directly at Wudang, and criticizing Wudang’s Danding Sect to the core.

Fifty years ago appeared a one’s own power to slaughter all the six guardians of the devil’s door Qi Xuan frame, but unfortunately until in Longhu mountain beheading the devil platform feathered, this real person has not been with Wang Xianzhi one to one, or else the world’s number one will not be empty suspension.

Thirty years ago came out of nowhere, a master of the internal Dan Avenue of the protector of the country, hard to the old emperor’s life expectancy against the odds codified change stretched for a full fifteen years, rumored to be the life for the life of the law, the prime of the country when he had said that he wanted to live three a son of the state less than old age, but brought a century of glory to the Longhu Mountain.

Ten years ago, Buddhism and Taoism engaged in a debate that lasted for a hundred days, and was eventually capped by an unknown Taoist monk from Longhu Mountain who came out of nowhere, with a brilliant tongue and subtle teachings, the two Zen temples could only concede defeat when they were already in the driver’s seat.

And Wudang?

Seems like a hundred years there is no one or thing to get out of the way.

Where is the grandeur of the weather?

If not Wang Chonglou repaired into a large yellow court, I am afraid that this mountain in addition to the devout Northern Liang incense, are to have been forgotten by the world world and the size of the Lotus Peak, as well as the Jade Pillar, as well as the Xuanwu Dangxing.

Hong washed the elephant today followed the mountain’s longest-lived senior brother Song Zhiming alchemy, but not that furnace scale of the world’s Qingyun Peak, but in the small Lotus Peak, only a half-half person high bronze furnace, charcoal, sulfur and dan Shi are not much, did not pick the auspicious day, did not build altar painting talisman, and even less set up those evil spirits of the sword and ancient mirrors, outsiders seem to look how it does not look like refining the good potion of the situation, but the life of the Song Zhiming was Nervous, than in the Qingyun Peak on the importance of a hundred times, squatting on the ground to personally control the fire, two wisps of white eyebrow sagging and the ground did not pay attention.

Song Zhiming this age, alchemy countless, many are sent through various channels to the hands of dignitaries, and even the capital side of the royal relatives, “Zhiming Dan” in the dynasty up and down quite a reputation, but the old man knows that his alchemy is like monasticism, enlightenment is limited, but the poor manpower and material resources, less yin and yang rounded, so when the “Tai Chi So when “Tai Chi Jin Dan” came out, Song Zhiming only laughed bitterly, wanting to refute but there is nothing to be done. But after the youngest brother on the mountain, read all the canonical books, froze out of a new road by him, not confined to internal and external dan, internal and external cultivation, so all these years of alchemy, not Song Zhiming teach Hong washed how to go to subdue dragons and tigers to regulate the five elements, instead of the old senior brother willingly gave the youngest brother to do the burning of the fire Taoist boy.

In the eyes of His Royal Highness, this bull rider is the most idle, but in the eyes of all the brothers, Hong Zaixiang is the reincarnation of the True Martial Emperor who is truly expected to save the day, 4,000 words “Sen Tongqi” alchemy, in the view of the head of the Wang Chonglou is the Taoist sect for five hundred years the most fabulous secret code, which where is the alchemy of the people, is basically to teach how to get the supreme Taoist! Wang Chonglou will never hide the fact that it was the 4,000 words that gave him the confidence to practice the Great Yellow Ting Guan. And like that Xu Fengyen learned the fist, clearly a combination of the Jade Pillar Mind and Wudang Sword Art of the highest realm, not as Hong Shuxiang said from the scriptures in the attic, but by the young master uncle in the day after day boring divination insights, the most in line with the Tao of Heaven.

Riding a bull young Taoist monk where know their own these acts is how shocking, I’m afraid to know, to his son’s highness every day scolded as a shrinking turtle’s timid nature, but also just nagging a mountain is too scary, small road I do not become the world’s number one before the death will not go down the mountain.

Hong Zaixiang frowned tightly staring at the dan furnace, suddenly yanked up Senior Brother Song and yelled, “Retreat!”

Song Zhiming knew that it was not right, a furnace of pills that cost countless amounts of gold and silver is even more precious than the youngest senior brother? Immediately, with a roll of both sleeves, he took Hong Zaixiang and drifted backward at a rapid pace.

A roar, the furnace exploded.

The entire Wudang heard this sound pierced the eardrums of the loud noise, each mountain peak Taoist palace can see a strong smoke rising, and did not make a fuss, looked up and saw this smoke continue to work to go.

Ha, our senior uncle again naughty.

Small Lotus Peak on the two brothers and sisters are in a terrible state, Song Zhiming robe cuffs into rags, at least it is to protect the culprit little brother.

Hong washed the elephant ran to the pain of the bronze furnace, this furnace is his little by little hand forged, not to mention the Wudang these years the number of tourists is declining, the mountain is notorious for the hand of the money, if not for the Song brother in the Qingyun Peak day and night is not good to not have any good day of the open furnace alchemy, has long been poor to bells ringing, two-sleeved wind, is really only two-sleeved wind. After all, Wudang is not Longhu Mountain ah. This side of the mountain although self-sufficiency is not difficult, but to do more things will really have to have a heart, Hong Washiang simple-minded, does not mean that he is an uninitiated fool, if the return to basics as childish, then the world is really no smart people. Boss big brother why please the son of the temple down Wudang, Hong Zaixiang natural clear, but not as small Wang brother general annoyed rejection.

Hong Zaixiang squatted to see a puddle of mud in the broken furnace of the elixir, stretched out two fingers to pick up a little, put to the tip of the nose and sniffed, sad face: “Still far away. Third senior brother, it seems that we have to borrow your furnace, when the time comes, don’t scold me, junior Wang senior brother are not allowed to go to his bamboo forest, if you can’t go to Qingyun Peak again, alas.”

Kind eyebrow Song Zhiming looked at a face of sadness and bitterness of the youngest senior brother, haha laughed and said, “Good to say.”

Hong Zaixiang looked violently into the sky, struck dumb.

Song Zhiming remembered a small incident many years ago, and joked: “Junior brother, this year you have not been less close to His Highness, how, can not give up that red girl surnamed Xu? If I do not remember wrongly, back then that female doll wrapped in a big red on the snowy day to the mountain, your eyes are looking straight.”

Hong Zaixiang laughed bitterly, “Third senior brother, even you are here! Now only Little Wang Senior Brother is left who didn’t laugh at me. I was only fourteen at that time, what do I know.”

Song Zhiming laughed and asked, “How old are you?”

Hong Zaixiang, who never remembered this, counted with his fingers, “Twenty-four? Twenty-five?”

Song Zhiming laughed playfully, “Then you do remember clearly that you met that girl at the age of fourteen?”

Hong Zaixiang did not speak, continued to stare at the sky.

That year, the Northern Liang royal family to the great pillar Xu primrose as the leader, voluminous nearly a hundred people mountaineering, that time the great pillar just stepped on half of the jianghu, the world are gloating waiting for the Northern Liang iron horsemen and even Wudang crushed together, but did not expect this trip to the mountain, Xu primrose is not to tear down the Xuanwudang Xing’s pagoda, but just burn incense, from the handful of people he brought to the Wudang can be known, is just in the cardamom of the eldest daughter of the first growth of the tiger Xu Lipu, poetic and literary talent to start The second daughter Xu Weixiong who is famous all over the world, Xu Fengnian who is full of inexplicable Yin Qi, and Xu Longxiang who is always naive. After the mountain, the four children of the pillar country on the haphazard play, which is the number of Xu Weixiong most domineering arrogance, in the real Wu Da Di statue behind the carving of the “sentenced to three thousand miles” of the words, crooked, but has been shown to be the belly of the moment, Wudang learned of the tears and laughter, even half a sentence of the heavy words to say did not dare to say. Sister Xu Lihu is nothing out of the ordinary, blindly wandering around, and finally saw a bull riding a “small Taoist child”.

Meet the first sentence, she asked: “Hey, little Taoist, how old are you?”

Green ox on the back of the little Taoist boy red-faced thought for half a day, and so on to determine their own age, that the snow in the eye-catching red girl but has been impatient to go away.

Only left that time has been the Wudang youngest master uncle of Hong Zaixiang murmured: “fourteen ah.”

The second time we met, but she was about to get married thousands of miles away in Jiangnan.

Immortal cranes circling, heaven on earth.

In the small lotus peak turtle camel monument near, she met Hong washed the elephant, asked with a smile, “Hey, little Taoist, this mountain more boring, or you marry me? How interesting.”

He still reddened and could not utter a word.

Later, there was no later, never met again.

He only knew that her name is Xu Lihu, like to wear a blinding red dress, and finally just that day to hear her say to herself, “I would like to ride on a yellow crane”.

Hong Zaixiang once again pinch fingers, make an exception of two counts a day.

In counting this life can go down the mountain.

In the counting can ride a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River.

He did not know, so no one before and no one after the mountain, it must be treated as a fairy.

Wudang mountain top, dark clouds shrouded, vaguely audible thunder.

Hong Zaixiang violently raised his head to get up and looked in the direction of Hanging Immortal Peak.