Wudang Mountain's headmaster, Wang Zhonglou, passed away at Little Lotus Peak.
As this news spread from Beiliang to the east, west, and west, the world's Daoist sects were in an uproar. Didn't they say that they could break the Canglan with one finger? Didn't they say that they had just cultivated the Great Yellow Court? How could they say that they had ascended to immortality? It should be known that this ascension to immortality was not like Mount Longhu's Dao, but death. They died of illness and old age like ordinary people, and Wudang Mountain did not hide this at all. At the same time, when the world learned of Wang Zhonglou's death, the headmaster of Wudang Mountain was not Chen Yao, who was second only to Wang Zhonglou, nor was it the oldest Danding Master Song Zhiming, nor was it the mute Wang Xiaoping with outstanding swordsmanship. Instead, it was the young Wudang Martial Granduncle, Hong Xixiang, who was not even thirty years old. Who was Hong Xixiang? Even many Beiliang pilgrims did not know his name. At most, they only knew that this junior brother, who was highly regarded by Wang Zhonglou, did not have much ambition. He only did trivial things like riding a bull to relieve boredom, studying the meaning of the classics, and building a furnace to refine pills. Occasionally, scholars and literary heroes would climb the mountain to write poems, or high-ranking officials and dignitaries would climb the mountain to burn incense, but they did not see the figure of this young Daoist.
On the Tortoise Camel Tablet on Little Lotus Peak, a young and elegant Daoist who grew up on this peak had changed his attire. He wore white socks and a red sandalwood Daoist hairpin with a Taiji pattern engraved at the end. The wide and long sleeved Daoist robe on his body was exceptionally new and noble. There were two sword-shaped long belts sewn at the buttons of the Daoist robe. This was a unique decoration of Wudang. Six hundred years ago, the great Daoist Master Lu Dongxuan rode a crane to Wudang and used the Great Way of the Sword to create the two Daoist robes of Wudang, which symbolized cutting off worries and severing the mortal roots. For Wudang, after Lu Dongxuan, who was number one in the Way of the Sword and the Way of the Heavens, ascended, each generation began to deteriorate. Especially in the last hundred years, there was no longer the majestic atmosphere of the Ancestral Court.
The young Daoist gently leaped onto the Tortoise Camel Tablet and looked at the stairs of the Divine Path shrouded in clouds. When he was young, he was thin and sallow, and his legs were weak. Wudang was full of snow and the stone steps were piled with thick snow. The Daoist priests did not have time to sweep the snow, so he was carried by his old master. It was said that Big Senior Brother waited for a day and a night under the Black Tortoise Dangxing's memorial arch. When he went up the mountain, he stole a few glances at Big Senior Brother. Every time, Big Senior Brother would greet him with a smile, like a well-off neighbor's stove that was just warm but not hot. He clearly remembered that at that time, Big Senior Brother only had white hair. When he grew up, he quietly had a head full of silver hair like his master. Big Senior Brother really did not look like a Wudang Sect Leader. He chopped firewood, made fire, pickled vegetables, cooked, built houses, swept snow, and did everything. His good temper was learned from Big Senior Brother, so Big Senior Brother said that he was Wudang's hope for the next hundred years. Although he was timid, he did not run away. He learned moral precepts with Second Senior Brother Chen Yi, consulted Third Senior Brother Song Zhiming on the theory of the Pill Cauldron, studied the Jade Pillar Heart Sutra with Fourth Senior Brother, and watched Fifth Senior Brother practice the sword. As for what the Way of the Heavens was, Senior Brothers could not figure it out, so he was not in a hurry. He always felt that as long as he stayed on the mountain, one day he would understand it. When he was fourteen years old, he was riding an ox and saw a red dress. He could not forget it and delayed his studies. Big Senior Brother did not scold him. Later, when he saw her again, she said that she was going to Jiangnan and they would not meet again. He gathered his courage and said that he was going down the mountain. Big Senior Brother asked him if he was coming back. He did not say, because he never lied. But Big Senior Brother still did not get angry. He only said, "Little Junior Brother, wait for a while. When Big Senior Brother finished cultivating the Great Yellow Courtyard, you can go down the mountain. Back then, Master only allowed you to go down the mountain when you became number one in the world. That was a lie." A young man at such an age, always staying on the mountain with a bunch of old men was indeed unreasonable. Later, he patiently waited for Big Senior Brother to finish cultivating the Great Yellow Courtyard. But when he came out of seclusion, he shrank back. Every time he went to the Black Tortoise Will Prosper, he looked up at the four big words written by Lu Dongxuan with a sword and silently turned to go up the mountain. In the end, Big Senior Brother gave up his Great Yellow Courtyard. Knowing that he was going to die, he rubbed his head at the edge of the cliff of Little Lotus Peak. He smiled and said that it was better for Second Junior Brother to be the Chief. Go down the mountain. If you don't go, Big Senior Brother will kick you down. What Black Tortoise Will Prosper? Let nature take its course. Big Senior Brother only understood one thing when he was about to die. The sky is not high, but the human heart is higher than the sky. The Dao is not high, but the human heart is higher than the Dao. Cultivation is nothing more than cultivation of the heart.
Second Senior Brother Chen Yao had unknowingly arrived at the peak. He laughed softly and said, "Chief, if you read the forbidden book in the future, you should do it openly."
Standing on the Tortoise Camel Tablet, the new Wudang Chief turned around and squatted down. He asked with a bitter face, "Second Senior Brother, Big Senior Brother originally wanted you to be the Chief. Are you angry with me?"
The old Daoist Chen Yao laughed and said, "You want me to be the Chief of Wudang? Big Senior Brother can think of that! It's obvious that you can't beat the four Celestial Masters of Mount Longhu in a fight, and you can't beat that Mr. White Lotus in a quarrel. Isn't this a disgrace to Wudang? Don't talk about me. Go ask Song Zhiming and Yu Xingrui, who would be willing to be the Chief? If you say this to Fifth Junior Brother, let's see if your Little Senior Brother Wang won't chop you with his sword! "
Squatting on the tablet, Little Junior Brother rubbed his cheeks and sighed, "Second Senior Brother, I don't think I'm very good at fighting."
Chen Yao, who had always been serious, joked, "Master said that the five of us together can't compare to you. Besides, our Wudang doesn't want to fight with others. Whether it's the Imperial Tutor or the Feather-Clothed Minister, Wudang has never been interested in this since we established the Ancestral Court. For a thousand years, Mount Longhu has been racking their brains to go to the capital, but we have refused to go to the capital every time. Ancestor Lu Dongxuan has long made it clear that the place with the most vulgar Yin Qi in the world is the imperial palace, and we can't go there. Although the incense on the mountain is pitiful now, no one will starve to death. The mountains are clear and the water is beautiful, and everyone is blind. When those little Daoists see you, Martial Granduncle, some even have to call you Great Martial Granduncle, but when are they afraid of you? They just respect you. Who wouldn't be willing to help you herd cows? This can't be seen on Mount Longhu. The Celestial Master Residence is the Celestial Master Residence, and Mount Longhu is Mount Longhu. They are clearly separated, and they are not as harmonious as our Wudang Mountain. Eldest Senior Brother said in private that the principle at the foot of the mountain is that amiability breeds wealth. On the mountain, amiability breeds Dao. I think Eldest Senior Brother's cultivation is high, but he can't beat me in reasoning since we were young. But I think this sentence is reasonable. "
The young chief said worriedly, "I wonder how Little Senior Brother Wang's Dao of the Sword is going? Don't go to Wu Family's Sword Tomb or Mount Longhu to fight. Sigh, Little Senior Brother Wang's sword doesn't seek sword moves, but divine intent. "
Chen Yao comforted, "Fifth Junior Brother's Dao of the Sword is the best on the mountain. He can't save people as well as Eldest Senior Brother, but he's more powerful than Eldest Senior Brother. Before he left, you gave him the Deed of Thorough Comprehension. I believe that as long as Fifth Junior Brother is willing to put in some effort, it will be greatly beneficial."
Hong Xixiang, who was no longer called Martial Granduncle by the younger Daoists of Mount Wudang, said awkwardly, "My Deed of Thorough Comprehension was written blindly."
At this moment, the Dusk Drum sounded in the mountain. The fog dispersed, and the scenery of the big and small Lotus Peak could be seen.
Hong Xixiang stood up and looked into the distance. He was lost in thought.
Chen Yao smiled and said, "What's the harm in calling you chief? Are you no longer our Little Junior Brother? So what if Eldest Senior Brother passed away? Is Mount Wudang going to collapse? So what if Black Tortoise won't rise for five hundred years? Are you no longer Hong Xixiang? When Shifu brought you up the mountain, he naturally had the idea that you would shoulder the burden of Mount Wudang's prosperity. But more than that, he just wanted you to be free and unfettered. Eldest Senior Brother was even more so. Little Junior Brother has been riding an ox these past few years, with books hanging from its horns, carefree like an immortal. We old fellows are envious. One divination a day, each time with a frown on his face, we secretly look at it with joy. So whether we go down the mountain or not, we don't care. "
Chen Yao's rules, Song Zhiming's pill cauldron, Yu Xingrui's jade pillar, Wang Xiaoping's sword intent. There was also Eldest Senior Brother's martial arts and cultivation.
After passing the Black Tortoise Dang Xing memorial arch, everyone on the mountain went on blind dates.
This was Hong Xixiang's home.
Riding an ox to read books, refining pills to relieve boredom, Eight Steps to Overtake Cicada only for the spider web. The mountain peak moved with the astral wind, just to see the scenery outside the mountain clearly. Feeding and talking to yellow cranes, just to find it fun.
This was his Dao.
I don't seek Dao, Dao will come naturally.
The youngest chief in Mount Wudang's history didn't say anything. He just let out a long breath.
He took a step.
This step covered a distance of ten feet.
He directly stepped out of the Tortoise Camel Tablet and stepped out of Little Lotus Peak.
Mount Wudang's seventy-two peaks.
The clouds and mist of the seventy-two peaks rolled and surged towards the small lotus.
Hong Xixiang stepped on the back of a yellow crane and rose into the blue sky.
Chen Yao raised his head and looked at the strange scene. He muttered, "Shifu, Eldest Senior Brother, you should really take a look. Little Junior Brother has stepped into Heavenly Phenomenon."
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