Wudang's eighty-one mountain peaks were a spectacular sight, but not every peak had a Daoist temple, and not every mountain had a Daoist cultivator. Among them, the small pillar peak in the north had relied on the east wind of the Northern Liang King's large-scale construction to build a new Daoist temple. The master of the temple was the old Daoist Song Zhiming's youngest disciple, Han Gui. This young Daoist cultivates his heart, not his strength. Even the old Sect Leader Wang Zhonglou once said, "This child is upright and sincere, the further he goes in the future, the further he will go". However, even though Wudang's mountain style was simple and honest, Han Gui was neither proficient in alchemy nor talismans. Even his divination skills were sparse, so Song Zhiming never allowed this disciple in closed-door training to "open the peak". Of course, with the incense offerings of Wudang Mountain in the past, even if they wanted to, they were powerless. After Wang Zhonglou passed away, the Sect Leader was changed from Hong Xixiang to Li Yufu, but Han Gui still cultivated in a tepid manner.
Green Mountain Taoist Temple was newly completed. After the initial celebration from the various Taoist temples, Han Gui was not a person who was good at extravagance. The remote Little Pillar Peak soon quieted down, and the number of pilgrims at Green Mountain Taoist Temple could be counted on one's fingers. However, there was a child who often came to Green Mountain Temple to play and became familiar with the boy who swept the path. Later, the child brought a young man to offer incense, who was said to be his master. The temple master, Han Gui, climbed the mountain at a young age and concentrated on studying the classics. He had always lived in seclusion and did not pay attention to worldly affairs. He also did not recognize the pilgrim who could not be considered extravagant. The third time the pilgrim entered the mountain to offer incense, Han Gui still did not recognize him. Instead, it was the disciple sweeping the floor who remembered the person's face and secretly reminded him in a low voice. Han Gui then hurriedly stepped over the threshold and called out to the handsome young master, saying that the Taoist temple was simple and crude, and that there was only crude tea to welcome guests. The handsome and resolute pilgrim did not refuse and agreed with a smile. Han Gui made good tea. The tea was wild tea from the mountain, but Han Gui's tea was not like those of the famous Jiangnan scholars who did not pay attention to the water used to make the tea. The two drank. The pilgrim who called himself Liangzhou's Xu Qi did not say much, only praising the tea's profound taste. Han Gui did not know how to exchange pleasantries and could only laugh it off.
While they were drinking tea, the child who came to Xiao Zhu Peak to play from time to time and Han Gui's disciple, Qing Xin, sat on the stone steps outside the main hall and chatted. Although Qing Xin was young and had endless homework and work to do every day, his seniority in the Wudang peaks was not low. The old chief Wang Zhonglou and the others had the highest seniority on the mountain, but with the passing of the oldest Song Zhiming, only Chen Yao and Yu Xingrui were left. Next was the new chief Li Yufu's generation. Because the previous generation took in very few disciples, Han Gui, as one of Song Zhiming's six disciples, had the same seniority as Li Yufu. Next was the Qing generation. There were about forty people on Wudang Mountain. Although there were signs that the number was gradually increasing, if the little Taoist child Qing Xin went to places like Lotus Peak and Jade Pearl Peak where incense burned, many middle-aged Taoist priests might even call him Martial Uncle. The little Taoist child Qing Xin wore a Dongxuan Scarf commonly seen in martial arts. There was an inch of cotton folded on top of the scarf, and auspicious clouds were drawn on the surface of the scarf. It hung down like a bamboo slip, inspired by the immortal Lu Zu. At this moment, the little Taoist child was talking to his new peers about the art of nourishing one's health, which he did not fully understand. "Today is the autumn equinox. My sect's ancient book, 'True Theory of Heavenly Essence Nourishment', has recorded that the thunder has stopped and the Yin Qi has gradually increased. My generation should lie down early and rise early. Moreover, my master said that the hot and dry autumn is also divided into warm and dry, cool and dry. We should climb high and look into the distance, diligently breathing in and out, knocking our teeth and swallowing. The art of nourishing one's health, in general, is the word 'restraint' … "
Listening to the little Taoist child's genteel words, the other child babbled indifferently. However, he asked curiously, "Since there will be less thunder in the future, will there be more demons and ghosts? Then won't you Taoists be busy going down the mountain to get rid of demons and ghosts? "
Qing Xin rolled his eyes. A chicken talking to a duck, he was a bit angry.
The child who knew he had made a mistake scratched his head, not knowing what to do.
In the end, Qing Xin didn't bicker with this guy. Suddenly, he had a gluttonous look on his face. He even wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice, "Di Long, let me tell you. There's a large persimmon forest on Little Lotus Peak. It's going to be completely red soon and very delicious! I've already discussed it with a few senior martial brothers and martial nephews on the other peaks. When are we going to pick persimmons? Do you want to go? If you want to go, I'll count you in. "
Di Long said in surprise, "Little Lotus Peak? Isn't that the place where your previous Sect Master, Immortal Hong, cultivated alone? You also dare to go steal persimmons? "
Qing Xin shrunk his neck and carefully glanced at his master. Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Before Young Martial Granduncle ascended, it wasn't a problem for us to pick persimmons. Young Martial Granduncle would even personally help us pick persimmons. Alas, it's a pity that after Young Martial Granduncle ascended, Martial Granduncle Chen, who was in charge of discipline, didn't let people go there. Some time ago, for some reason, he even issued a ban on the mountain. However, the persimmons there are really very sweet and very delicious."
At this point, the Little Daoist's eyes suddenly turned red. He hurriedly raised his sleeve to wipe his eyes.
Yu Di Long laughed mischievously and said, "You want to eat persimmons and you want to cry? Can't you be a bit more mature? It's fine, I'll hurry and pick them for you tomorrow. I guarantee you'll have enough! "
The Little Daoist glared at him. "I just miss our Young Martial Granduncle!"
On this side, there were persimmons and Young Martial Granduncle. On the other side, Han Gui naturally knew what was going on. He sighed and was somewhat absent-minded. He still remembered when he chanced upon Young Martial Uncle who rode and herded cows. Every time he saw juniors like them, if it was this season, he would always find a way to take out a few bright red persimmons from his sleeve. Before handing them over, he wouldn't forget to gently wipe them with his sleeve.
Xu Qi, or rather Hsu Fengnian, said softly, "Daoist Han, I know a little about geomancy. I also know that Little Pillar Peak's mountain terrain and water veins are dense. It's also one of the few blessed paradises in Wudang Mountain. Forgive me for asking, but why is there so little incense even though Green Mountain Monastery has been built? "
Although Han Gui was not well-versed in the ways of the world, his Dao heart was clear. He immediately understood the meaning behind this person's words. He smiled and said, "Logically speaking, Little Pillar Peak's geomancy is indeed very good. It should have been handed over to an extremely talented eldest disciple of the 'Qing' generation to 'establish a sect'. However, Young Martial Uncle probably joked with me back then, saying that Little Pillar Peak's osmanthus flowers were especially fragrant and topped all the other peaks. Since I have the word osmanthus in my name, I should have it in my life. To be honest, without mentioning anything else, just the statues and tables in Green Mountain Monastery are all cast in copper and distilled in gold. It's not cheap. I'm not afraid of being laughed at by Young Master Xu, but I'm really afraid that the thief will remember it. When the time comes, I won't be able to stop him even if I try my best. Actually, as far as I'm concerned, studying anywhere is still studying and cultivating. After all, in one's life, one can only eat a few bowls of rice, wear a set of clothes, and sleep on a bed. "
Hsu Fengnian joked, "Daoist Han, as a cultivator, why would you care about those yellow and white things? Shouldn't it be that as long as it's a worldly possession, you shouldn't care about anything? "
Han Gui laughed heartily and waved his hand, "Wrong, wrong. 'Immortals' are still half human. As for 'Zhenren', the emphasis is on the word 'Zhenren'."
Hsu Fengnian seemed to be unhappy. He frowned and said in a low voice, "Forgive my ignorance, I don't understand the meaning of this. I hope Daoist Han can enlighten me."
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