Wudang is backed by thousands of miles of primeval forest and faces the vast Danjiang River. According to Kanyu Feng Shui, this place is truly a treasure trove with mountains on its back and green water on its face. For this reason alone, it has been a treasure trove since it was recorded in history books. , most of the virtuous scholars or hermits chose this place to practice enlightenment.
In addition to the Xuanyue Gate, Huixin Temple, Taixu Palace, Golden Palace, Bauhinia City, and Taihe Palace, Tianzhu Peak, known as the top of the Seventy-Two Peaks, is shrouded in clouds and mist, giving it a feeling of a heavenly palace. , the other large and small peaks are also beautiful.
There is Zixiao Rock in the Little Lotus Peak in the southeast of Tianzhu Peak. According to legend, it was the place where Emperor Xuanwu ascended to heaven. Later, Lu Zu built a hut here to practice and turned a rainbow into a Tao. Therefore, it became a mysterious place in Wudang, even if you walk on the cliff. If you are not careful, you will be buried at the bottom of the cliff. It also often attracts pilgrims to burn incense here.
Facing Zixiao Rock to the east, there is a stone sculpture sticking out of the cliff, raising its head like a dragon's head outside the mountain. It is said that Lu Zu turned the rainbow here. In Taoism, it is called the dragon head stone, and the world calls it "dragon head incense".
The dragon head incense is about one foot long and more than an arm wide. From a distance, it looks like two dragons swimming in the sky. The two swimming dragons hanging in the air on this ten-thousand-meter-long cliff are said to be the royal knights of Emperor Xuanwu. Emperor Xuanwu often patrols around with dragons.
Precisely because of the mystery and status of the dragon head incense, the believers and disciples, to show their piety, would burn the "dragon head incense" and walk on the boundary between yin and yang life and death every time they come to Wudang. Because they are facing an abyss, people who burn incense on the dragon's head have to kneel down from the narrow dragon's body to the dragon's head to light the incense, and then kneel back. If they are not careful, they will be shattered to pieces.
As a result, Wudang also sent disciples here to supervise, but they still could not stop the faithful men and women who were not afraid of death. Some people once joked that more people fell from this faucet incense every year than the Taoist priests at Xiaolianhua Peak. . For this reason, Wudang did not hesitate to offend millions of believers in the world and set this dragon-head incense as a forbidden area in Wudang, just for the "virtue of a good life" that both Buddhism and Taoism never tire of saying.
At this time, at the foot of Little Lotus Peak, a man and a horse were leisurely riding up the mountain. It was really leisurely.
As he got closer, he could see clearly that the mount was a leopard with many dark brown spots and golden fur all over its body. It was nearly ten feet long, with all its fangs exposed, and it looked ferocious and terrifying. And sitting on that back was a thin Taoist boy wearing a Hunyuan bun. He was wearing the most common gray Taoist robe in Wudang Mountain, with black cloth strips holding his bun hanging on his shoulders, walking on Hua Leopard's back. A bump is also elegant. The little Taoist boy with his robe slung across his body was holding a bamboo slip in his hand. After walking a few steps, he looked through it. His mature and solemn look really made it hard to tell his age. The leopard stretched its legs and opened its mouth from time to time, licking its nose with its flat tongue, enjoying itself.
This man and leopard in this dense forest in the mountains are also extremely strange.
A Taoist priest who patrolled the mountain encountered this Taoist boy on a forest path. He was neither surprised nor afraid. He just walked a few steps closely, stopped when he got closer, bowed respectfully and said, "Teacher, uncle."
There are nine clouds in the sky, and the moon is setting horizontally.
Wudang is the most particular about seniority, and it is now ranked as the moon generation. Han Youyu and Han Kunpeng are considered juniors in Wudang. Zhang Jiuding, the current head of Wudang, is the ninth generation and is respected by the Taoist priests of the moon generation in the Wudang Sect. A master.
The teacher's uncle is the master's master's junior brother.
There are rumors that deep enlightenment can restore one's youth. Seeing this Taoist boy leisurely coming up the mountain, could it be that he is really an old god who can restore his youth?
The Taoist boy showed no signs of neglect and jumped off the leopard's back. Holding the bamboo slips, he bent down slightly and returned a salute. He was a little embarrassed because he couldn't call the Taoist priest opposite him by his name. His face turned slightly red and he just said: "Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for your hard work." "
Having long been accustomed to the courtesy of this scary Taoist boy who had a higher seniority in the mountains, the Taoist priest who patrolled the mountain lowered his eyebrows and said: "Master, uncle, please go up the mountain quickly. Master Xuan is waiting for you to eat." After saying this, he said no more. We walked a few steps down the mountain.
Master Xuan is the master of my uncle.
The complex hierarchy of Wudang is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
The Taoist boy, who was divided into two extremes in terms of seniority and age, bowed slightly and agreed, watching the Taoist priest descending the mountain. He did not forget to say: "The Qi rises in the Dantian and wanders around the little Zhoutian, and the feet touch the sun and the moon to inquire about the energy and spirit." The walking method.
Despite his young age, he is mature and prudent in every move he makes and dresses, and he also speaks with a sense of sophistication.
Hearing the vague voice of "Thank you, Teacher, Uncle", the little Taoist boy was even happier than when he heard the master say that he could prove the Tao.
Turning over on the leopard, the little Taoist boy tied the bamboo slip to his waist and waved his hand. A yellow bird with a whole body of ginger came out from the forest and chattered non-stop. He shook his head patiently, and the oriole's cry became even more cheerful.
The little Taoist boy just pulled the leopard's ears, and the beast spread its legs and ran up the mountain.
Zixiao Rock is not a rock, but it can be more accurately said to be a cliff. Dozens of Taoist temple chambers stand abruptly on the mountainside of the cliff, among which are the dragon-headed incense sticks. The clouds and mist are really like two wandering dragons soaring through the clouds.
Directly facing the faucet incense, four wooden pillars and stone slabs supported the human-high stone cave that took generations and hundreds of years of cold and heat to dig out. There was a skinny man with no arms, an ax in one hand and a drill in the other, vigorously cutting stones.
"Master——" The little Taoist boy riding a leopard dragged his voice like a naughty boy as he shuttled on the cliff path that was regarded as extremely dangerous and could only be passed by one person. The leopard's body was agile, and he touched some gravel when he rose and fell. In the valley, I was really frightened.
The bare-chested Taoist priest who was drilling through the stone wall put down the tool in his hand, turned around and patted the gray cloth robe tied around his waist with both hands. On his thin chest, where the ribs were vaguely visible, there was a tattoo of a snake and a turtle under the seat of the Xuanwu Emperor, covering his entire body. chest.
The most senior topless Taoist priest in Wudang Mountain sat on the ground and opened the food box next to him. He ignored the Taoist boy who got off his leopard and ran towards him. He picked up a white-faced steamed bun and took two big bites.
"Master, Master." The little Taoist boy had a smile on his face, which was almost flattering. He sat down facing the master, "Guess what I brought you." Speaking of pretentious words, the little Taoist boy did not intend to let this person seem to be inarticulate. The master went to guess and fumbled around for a while, and when he stretched out his hand, there was already a porcelain wine bottle.
The eyes of this extremely slovenly Taoist priest suddenly shone.
"Which palace did you steal this hammer from?" The Taoist priest seemed to hate his apprentice for his petty theft. He looked angry, but he moved quickly. Without any movement, he took the porcelain pot and raised his head to take a sip.
The little Taoist boy chuckled and took out two plates of vegetarian dishes, two plates of side dishes, and two bowls of white porridge from the food box, and said: "It is placed in the main hall every day and no one drinks it. It would be a pity to lose the taste."
The Taoist priest simply put down the white-faced steamed bun in his hand, leaned against the stone wall and just drank. He didn't take too many sips. He pursed his lips and showed a satisfied expression.
"You know a hammer. If it tastes bad, you would let Emperor Zhenwu drink it. You stole it like this and Emperor Zhenwu drank a hammer." The Taoist priest cursed, but it was not considered a curse word. It made people feel funny after hearing it. Heart, "Be careful that Emperor Zhenwu takes away your hammer."
The little Taoist boy still smiled and threw a white-faced steamed bun to the leopard lying listlessly aside, "Emperor Zhenwu is very busy and doesn't care about such a trivial matter."
"Be busy with the hammer." The Taoist priest who couldn't tell his age curled his lips.
The little Taoist boy had long been accustomed to his master's unintelligible talk. Just as he was about to speak, a gust of evil wind suddenly blew up. Although the wind seemed to be small, it was still blowing the dishes and food boxes in this rocky cave on the cliff, which was not very ventilated. Turned over. The little Taoist boy raised his arm to cover his face with the sleeves of his large robe, and hurriedly used his other hand to protect the master and apprentice's portions of lunch or breakfast. However, in the blink of an eye, the wind dissipated, and if it hadn't been for the meal in front of him, The place was so messy that I really didn’t think there was an evil wind just now.
The little Taoist boy looked confused, but the Taoist priest was really informal. He picked up the steamed bun that he had just chewed twice from the ground, patted the sand and mud on it, and took two more bites, making a crunching sound in his mouth.
"What's going on, Master? Did we just say bad things about Emperor Zhenwu and arouse the wrath of heaven?" Xiaodao Fairy Tale seemed a little timid, but his expression seemed like a joke, and he casually picked up a steamed bun and wiped it on his Taoist robe. , took two hard bites, and there was a crunching sound from chewing sand in his mouth.
The Taoist priest didn't use chopsticks. He directly picked up the vegetables mixed with sand on the ground and put them in his mouth. "Someone borrows the power of God."
"Where are you?" The little Taoist boy was quite curious. He got up from the ground and ran to the faucet incense. He held the faucet incense with his hands and feet and moved it to the faucet. Looking at his familiar movements, he thought he was like this usually.
Holding the two horns, the little Taoist boy sat astride and looked around.
The Taoist priest leaned directly against the stone wall, sipping the pot of wine that had been there for an unknown period of time, facing the east, and seemed to be muttering to himself: "Is it possible that the old guy in Shuiling wants to use the power of God to resist the disaster? It's really not possible. Is this old and immortal thing broken and then established again?"
The little Taoist boy could clearly see that behind the mountains in the southeast, dark clouds were like disks inlaid in the sky, and a twisted pillar like a dragon drawing water connected the sky and the earth. Even from such a distance, he seemed to be able to feel its power.
"Master, it's over the watershed." The little Taoist boy rose and fell again and returned to his original place, "Let's go and see the excitement."
The Taoist priest snorted coldly, looked the little Taoist boy up and down, and said: "Take you to find death? You have lost your ability, but with the remaining power of God, I can blow you up into a hammer, just watch the excitement of the hammer."
The little Taoist boy chuckled dryly and put on a flattering expression, "Where are you, Master? Go and have a look. I only heard you say that this heaven is so powerful and powerful, and it's so hard to catch up with it, and you will Take me there."
"I won't go." The Taoist priest was determined, "The people outside the mountain have their own merits and virtues. It is against the way of heaven for us to interfere with it."
"Master, if you don't dare to go, just say so. I won't laugh at you. Can you please stop being so mysterious?"
"Don't you dare to be a hammer, Zhang Yunji, how can you talk to the master?" The Taoist priest scolded his apprentice, but he didn't look angry at all, "You don't know our status? A unique Yunzi generation in the mountains, An outsider who shouldn't be alive in the world, what is he doing out there? It's scary."
The little Taoist boy pretended not to understand, chewing the food loudly, and said vaguely: "If you don't tell me, who knows."
"Your master once said that our tribe has jumped out of the three realms and is not in the five elements. Entering the world can only disturb the purity of merits and virtues in this world. Just stay in this three-acre land and don't care about the worldly affairs of old millet and rotten sesame seeds. There’s a hammer for that.”
"Didn't you secretly tell me that Master didn't tell the truth? I think Master is really easy to deceive. He also said that you are the reincarnation of Lu Zu. How could there be a Lu Zu like you?" Xiao Daotong said and left. He curled his lips, disdainful of his master's words and disdainful of this master who had never taught him anything.
The Taoist priest chuckled, raised his neck and took a sip of wine, "Your master also said that you are the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu, so where do you come from?"
The little Taoist boy said nothing and was thoughtful.
"What are you thinking about?" The Taoist priest asked curiously before he could wait for the little Taoist boy to speak. He turned to look at the young Taoist boy with a worried look on his face.
The little Taoist boy lowered his head to pick the grains of sand off the buns, and said innocently, "I didn't think about anything."
"Are you thinking about the little girl next to the Turtle Carrying Monument at Lotus Peak yesterday?"
"Master, I think you shouldn't be a Taoist priest at all. Why did Master accept a disciple like you who speaks vulgarly? Is that a girl?"
"It seems so." The Taoist priest looked amused, "Is it possible that at such a young age, you want to find someone to practice double cultivation?"
"Master, I really don't want to talk to you."
"It's useless for you two." The Taoist priest and the little Taoist boy each said their own things, "There is a 100% chance that it won't work."
"What?" Xiao Daotong still cared a little about this topic.
"That's the daughter of a second-generation disciple from the outer sect. I have to call you teacher and uncle. Think about it, you two are going to be together. If your father-in-law calls you master uncle and you call him dad, isn't this going to be a mess? Besides, when you and that little girl are practicing dual cultivation, can you bear the Taoist monk bending down and performing the junior salute beside you and not daring to sit down and reconcile your yin and yang?"
"Master, I beg you to expel me from your master as soon as possible." The little Taoist stood up and stopped talking to the master who was getting more and more outrageous, and went down the mountain.
The Taoist priest laughed heartily and looked at the people, leopards and birds that were gradually disappearing. Regardless of whether his only disciple heard him or not, he still said: "Emperor Zhenwu has devoted his whole life to cultivating Taoism without seeking a Taoist companion, so you should worry less."
What answered him was the half piece of steamed bun thrown by the little Taoist boy.
The Taoist priest waved his hand and threw the half piece of steamed bun and every drop of the porcelain pot to the bottom of the cliff. He also brought up a gust of wind and blew away the remaining soup on the ground.
The wind passed by, and the Xuanwu Emperor stood on the black stone wall with a five-color turtle on his feet and a sword.
"Master said that by chiseling out eighty-one statues of Zhenwu, you can ask Zhenwu to return to his position and make a hammer. Who should I talk to after you leave?"
The Taoist priest picked up the ax next to him without looking and threw it on the stone wall. The Xuanwu Emperor, which had already begun to take shape, cracked open and fell into pieces.
The stone wall is three inches deep.
