Chapter 033: The Mountain Is Not High

Wudang eighty-one peaks towards the big top, the mountain landscape is beautiful to the extreme, but that glazed big top but gave birth to a vision, small lotus peak, Song Zhiming found in charge of morality and clean rules of the second brother Chen Careless, fourth brother Yu Xingrui, fifth brother Wang Xiaoping are gathered behind, accompanied by the youngest brother Hong washed the elephant together to look at the hanging coffin direction, only to see the bull riding wildly to the tortoise camel monument, jumped up and stood on the monument top, ten fingers pinching, dazzling, don’t look at the youngest brother can’t always remember his own age, but the number of arts on the deep attainment, the I Ching four canon are all very familiar with, the melting pass, in divination on a ride through the top. Little brother can not always remember their own age, the number of art is profound attainments, I Ching four canon are familiar with, integrated, in the divination on a ride, beyond the peer brother a big cut, even when the year counted out the Xuanwu Dangxing five hundred years of the previous generation of the headmaster sighed less than, said that the green is better than the blue too much.

Hong Zaixiang forehead oozing sweat, fell to sit on the monument.

A group of senior brothers followed and tensed up, Yu Xingrui stood under the turtle camel monument and carefully asked, “There is a change?”

Hong Zaixiang wiped his sweat and laughed badly, “The heavenly performance is correct. It’s just that this thunderstorm is less loud than what I budgeted, not enough to make those sneaky characters from Longhu Mountain scared out of their wits.”

Yu Xingrui several people like a sigh of relief, looked at each other and smiled, the head teacher senior brother cultivated into the great yellow court, has let the word out, the arch rival Longhu Mountain naturally want to let people come to find out, counting on Wudang is a dog in a hurry to jump over the wall of the bluff, the big senior brother quietly out of the gate, long ago hidden in the yellow court peak of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain number of people estimated that they will not take it seriously, will be regarded by Wudang as a swollen face to fill a fat man, and so there is a rumor in the rivers and lakes that the so called cultivation of Wang Chonglou’s great yellow court is only a name gimmick, the little master was angry, specifically picked today’s day, is the Wudang once every few decades Zhenwu voodoo day, every time the thunder will explode heavy rain pouring down.

The big yellow court off, in short, is the knot in the hut between the big dan, like a tortoise to attract gas to the root of the spirit, qi and heaven and earth resonance, Taoist called real people, from the “big yellow court scripture” in the ancient language “immortal Taoist is not a god, cum cum cum qi thought real”, repair into the big yellow court, is only considered a real person, such as the world nowadays preferred to see any Taoist will be flooded with shouting as a real person, not the same thing. Not the same day. Buddhism and Taoism have been competing for hundreds of years, but there is a point but extremely gas, that is, the Buddha is out of the world, cultivate the world law, do not respect the force of high and low, so the Longhu Mountain that year out of an admittedly infinite power QiXuanZhou, reputation as the day, but also only to subdue the demons and eliminate the evil spirits, and did not have to fight with the WangXianZhi reputation, a few years ago, WangShongLou a finger to break the CangLan, by the good people put into the top ten masters in the ranks of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain will be extremely contemptuous of spite, openly and semi-publicly said that many of the Taoist priests will be called as real people, not to mention that the Buddha has a lot to say about the Buddha. Openly and semi-publicly said a lot of unpleasant words, even those young yellow mouth little Taoist children of Longhu Mountain are reciting a song that choreographs Wudang’s headmaster.

This Wang Chonglou is not to argue, not discern, not say anything, break the river to save the people who fell into the water, then go to the mountain closed to repair the yellow court.

Yu Xingrui laughed and asked, “Junior brother, how many times can this Shizi His Highness get the Great Yellow Court?”

Hong Zaixiang sighed: “About five or six out of ten should have.”

Yu Xingrui shocked: “Then this son’s internal strength is not the best Wudang?”

Hong Zaixiang shook his head, “That will take quite a long time to digest.”

Chen Yao helplessly said, “These days, Wudang spent a lot of effort to expand Xu Fengyen’s meridians and orifices, and wasted countless pills, just like digging out a deep pool in his body, and the inner strength of the Sect Leader is the waterfall of Hanging Immortal Peak, which is impacting down, and when it is full, it will be overflowing, so absorbing half of it is a great blessing. So good, big brother can still leave half of the big yellow court.”

Hong Zaixiang still shook his head, “Not necessarily.”

Chen Carefree was puzzled: “What do you mean by that?”

Hong Zaixiang divulged a secret that Sect Leader Wang Chonglou had told himself before his seclusion, “At first, the Sect Leader was cultivating the qi points in accordance with His Highness’s body, so no matter how much His Highness can ultimately accept, Eldest Brother’s body will only be dispersed to the fullest extent, with not a single drop left.”

Yu Xingrui’s face turned pale as he muttered, “How is this good, how is this good.”

Chen Careless laughed bitterly, “Sect Leader Senior Brother why are you so bitter, our Wudang is no longer weak and ineffective, we don’t need to be so afraid of that Great Pillar State.”

Wang Xiaoping looked at the sky and turned to leave.

Hong Zaixiang’s head did not turn, but only said softly, “Junior Wang Senior Brother, don’t go to Huangting Peak to look for trouble with the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, you will miss your pure sword heart. Don’t kill inappropriate people, once you break the rule, the mind demon on the God’s Tantra Sword is entangled and overrides the immortal machine sword intent, in this life, junior Wang senior brother will drift away from the sword path, the more he tries to work ten points, the more he moves away from ten points.”

Wang Xiaoping stopped his figure, just a slight pause, then his heart was free, still carrying the God Tantra dashing away.

Wash the elephant pool, stabbed into the deep pool to pick pebbles as chess pieces of His Royal Highness in the bottom of the pool slowly stooping groping, just a little slower than the land walking, the rest is no different, the pool is a thousand feet deep, more cold than the bottom of the royal lake, only with the white-haired old Kui practice knife, unknowingly learned his closed-breath technique, Xu Fengyen thought just practiced the watery nature, I do not know this kind of weird closed-breath and the Taoist return to the fetal breath is a different way, not to mention that the Xu Fengyen’s internal power is still thin, after all, is to find a positive path, the difference is huge, watching the mountain from afar is certainly not as good as mountaineers, climbed the mountain but can not find the road is not as good as the people who find the road, as for the road to the mountain thousands of roads, which one to go to, to go to which step, depending on the fate of the opportunity and personal hard work.

Xu Fengyen picked up a dozen smooth stones, not in a hurry to float to the surface of the water, at the bottom of the pool to see the scenery is also very interesting, otherwise His Royal Highness would not often go to the bottom of the lake to visit the white-haired old Kui, only this pool of water is deep and dark blue, look up and down to see the scenery are blurred.

Xu Fengyen did not know about the lightning and thunder at the top of Wudang Mountain, he only felt that the waterfall had grown a few points, and the bottom of the pool was getting colder and colder.

Walking to the edge of the boulder that was rooted at the bottom of the pool, with a little bit of both feet, Xu Fengyen sprinted upwards towards the lake with his trophy in hand.

Above the Elephant Wash Pool, a white waterfall cascaded down like the Guanyin lifting a bottle.

Wudang Sect Leader Wang Chonglou swept onto the boulder, bent his knees and sat down, looking towards the bottom of the pool with a slight smile.

Close his eyes.

Gently exhale, gently inhale.

The mist on the surface of the water filled the air.

This is one of the world’s three great sects of the old Taoist priest, life is not too big ups and downs to speak of, born in poverty, twelve years old in order not to starve to death, will be sent to the mountain by his parents, in addition to the morning and evening two classes, is in the Taixu Palace duty, daily sweeping the floor on the incense knocking out, day after day and year after year, at that time, the master Chen Ying Ning has not yet become the head priest of the Wudang, but there are more than two dozen disciples, in which the Wang Chonglou qualification is in the middle of the lower, but only willing to Burying his head in the scriptures, sweeping the floor will hold an introductory book, can not sleep at night, will borrow the moonlight to read books, reading while reading, became a nerd in the eyes of the masters and brothers. Only at the age of twenty-four was he qualified to give the incense to the shaking of the sign and fortune-telling. Forty years old is barely considered Taoist small success, so wait until the previous generation of head teacher Chen Ying Ning died, handed over to Wang Chonglou to take over the Wudang, the world is in uproar, at that time, even the Longhu Mountain did not how to hear about this middle-aged Taoist priest, it is not expected that the Wudang generation of real people young most of the Taoist line is amazing, but the old age is a stopgap, but the inconspicuous Wang Chonglou gradual access to the road, rocketing upwards, a finger to cut off the river is just a small example of the Wang Chonglou old and strong.

Wang Chonglou double sleeve wave.

The robes of the Taoist priests were fluttering.

He actually pulled the waterfall that was falling with a momentum of ten thousand pounds.

The waterfall tilted like a bridge.

The “Sen Tong Qi” is one step beyond the Taoist classic “Heshang Gong Lao Zi Chapter and Verse”, which proposes that “the five internal organs hide the gods”, in that the first statement of the three parts of the eight scenes of the twenty-four gods.

Just see the old gods breathing between the hut into the dantian, closed eyes to store thought, submerged in the God into the fixed, the spirit of the full, the whole person as canonical Taoist immortal feathered when the glitter.

Only to hear Wang Chonglou silently read: “Five-color clouds and haze strewn twilight, closed eyes within the ogle since looking at each other, only to know that my body are all caves, the original yellow court is a blessed place ……”

“Yellow clothes purple belt dragon tiger chapter, long God benefit life rely on Taixuan, three call two four gas from the pass.”

“The world loves grain and food and five flavors, but I only eat Taihe Yin and Yang Qi.”

“The two parts of the water king to the disciples, so that people live long and high nine days ……”

With each sentence, the old Taoist priest spat out a stream of golden yellow qi from his mouth, lingering between heaven and earth.

In the end, a total of nine hundred and ninety-one golden qi wrapped around the main waterfall water dragon, and blasted into the deep pool together.

Xu Fengyen up floating half, will feel the pool water is a little wrong, the first is more and more cold, instantly will be hot, water born of fire is hot but so, so speed up, the most alarming is vaguely see the sky in a column of water towards him straight, Xu Fengyen clenched his teeth against the trend, but how can not break through the dragon of water and present a treacherous golden color of the surface of the lake, His Highness the son of the world no matter how to fight for his life are no avail, the surface of the water is like laying on a The surface of the water is like a big cover weighing thousands of kilograms, which can’t be lifted or removed by human power. Xu Fengnian’s consciousness is gradually blurring, but he is still clutching the pebbles in his hand which he wants to use to carve chess pieces with Green Water Pavilion Sword Technique, and in the coma, he remembers for no reason the sentence of his second sister Xu Weixiong, “Heaven and earth is a big fireplace, who is not burnt therein”, and he remembers that time when he was young and greedy, he almost drowned in the lake, and he remembered that the first time he carried a sword and killed a man. There is no reason to remember the blood and flesh of the first time I killed someone with a knife ……

Is it dying?

Xu Fengyen passed out. The pebbles in his hand fell off as much as possible.

Wang Xiaoping went to Huangting Peak, but did not kill anyone.

Longhu Mountain three people know how to go down the mountain, the sword idiot that sword, really horrible, not to say that the three people do not have the power to fight, but in the Wudang Mountain, Wang Xiaoping accounted for all the time and place and people, the chance of winning is too small.

Wang Xiaoping came to wash the elephant pool, closed his eyes and sat withered, on the knee of the mahogany God Tantra jumped more than, buzzing.

His Highness the World Son was lifted up by the golden qi intertwined like a lotus seat, suspended on the water surface, and the waterfall impacted on the top of his head.

Wang Xiaoping did not look.

With his temperament, he couldn’t wait to cut that waterfall with a sword, knowing that this waterfall, could be considered the lifetime cultivation of the Sect Master.

One day and night later.

Thunderstorm stopped.

Mountain weather fresh.

His Royal Highness was carried to the hut by Hong Zaixiang, and in the center of his forehead, a red date mark was erected.

Wang Xiaoping went down the mountain with his sword.

Hong Zaixiang and Wang Chonglou came to the turtle camel monument nearby.

Sect head old Taoist priest looks like the usual color, but Hong Zaixiang incomparably clear that the eldest senior brother is already back to the late twilight, at most, but two or three years.

The young master said bitterly, “Do you have to do this for Wudang to rise?”

The old Sifu frankly laughed warmly, “Not necessarily, but whether or not I cultivate the Great Yellow Ting, with or without the Great Yellow Ting, what good does it do to Wudang? Can’t always stand in the pit and not shit, by me being the Sect Leader, is really a small material. You are the nature of the nature of the lightness of nature, I do, also give you a little pressure, always a good thing. You see, even your little Wang senior brother have gone down the mountain, no accident, with his talent, plus this trip travel, the future can overpower the Wu family sword mound a head, then the mountain has you, the mountain has him, not to say that our master that Xuanwu when the rise of five hundred years, at least can be more incense money, you wear on the body of the robe for seven or eight years have not bothered to change, then you can change for a new one.”

Hong Zaixiang squatted on the ground sighing again and again sighing, hopelessly said: “This is something you only dare to say to me, if the rest of the senior brother heard it, will not be angry with you to death.”

The old Taoist monk laughed loudly, without any shriveled and disheveled look.

Hong Zaixiang was silent, holding his cheeks and gazing at the distant mountains.

Wang Chonglou softly said: “Xu Fengyi hostile although heavy, but the person is not too bad, you interact with him, I do not say anything more, just afraid of the future of the jianghu and the temple, it will not stop.”

Hong Zaixiang said softly, “I can’t care.”

Wang Chonglou simply sat next to the little brother, guilt: “I’m a hand, you can not get off the mountain for the time being, complain about the big brother?”

Hong Zaixiang laughed: “Of course I complain, but if I’m not allowed to be the Sect Leader, I won’t complain!”

Wang Chonglou grunted, “Don’t even think about it. If you complain, I won’t be able to hear or see it, so go ahead and complain.”

Hong Zaixiang shook his head and said, “Eldest brother, be a little bit more of a Sect Leader, okay?”

The old Taoist did not think, he is not those old guys of Longhu Mountain, immortal under are people, seniority status are false things, if not to establish virtue and speech, all are not brought into the coffin of the body, why end up with a frame plate face to see people for decades, not tired ah.

Wang Chonglou suddenly whispered: “Little brother, let’s try? For many years have not been a competition, uh, is a comparison of near and far.”

Hong Zaixiang was like an enemy and nervously said, “Not good?”

The Sect Master said, “You don’t dare?”

Hong Zaixiang youthful exuberance said: “Than just compare!”

Only to see the two Wudang highest generation of Taoist priests in the small Lotus Peak 10,000 feet knife cutting cliff edge, do a shocking thing.

Peeing!

The old Sect Master sighed, “Back then, I pissed ten feet against the wind, but now I’m old but my shoes are wet. Old, old, can’t help it if I’m not convinced.”

Hong Zaixiang laughed out loud and said, “How about that, farther than you, right?”

The old Sect Master patted his youngest brother’s shoulder and said in a serious tone, “This matter, back then, after Master lost to me, he told me that one day when he lost to my youngest brother, he could put down his burden.”

Hong Zaixiang grimaced bitterly.

The old Taoist priest looked into the distance and lamented, “The mountain is not as high as it should be. It’s just a pity that I won’t be able to see the day when Wudang flourishes.”

Hong Zaixiang let out a hmmm and wanted to secretly go and pat his eldest brother’s shoulder.

Just now, his hands were stained, so he had to wipe them clean.

Big brother pat his shoulder for what? Hong Zaixiang knew exactly!

The old Sect Master skillfully dodged and angrily said, “This robe of yours is older than mine, but this one on my senior brother is brand new!”

Hong Zaixiang snapped and shrunk his hand, exasperated: “It’s not fair.”

Wudang master laughed heartily, left the small lotus peak, a distant word: “Little brother, in the future, if you want to really go down the mountain, can be more stylish, to the big brother up face.”