Hsu Fengnian had met most of the Taoists from both Qing and Ning generations when he was practicing his blade on the mountain. He had a photographic memory, so he asked with a smile, "Little Taoist Ning He, who are you? Why are you so important?"
The little Taoist had accompanied the ox-riding Grand Martial Uncle to welcome the person in front of him at the mountain gate. Naturally, he knew Hsu Fengnian's identity. The little Taoist quickly bowed and said, "Your Highness, I heard from Martial Uncle Qing Feng that he is a student of Shangyin Academy's Mister Han."
Hsu Fengnian was enlightened. He had received a spy report from Qingcang City in Liu Province. It said that Mister Han continued his journey west to Mount Lantuo, but when he heard that there was going to be a battle between Buddhism and Daoism on Mount Wudang, he sent a few disciples back to Liangzhou and met up with the Immortal of Wine, Chang Sui, who had gone to Ji Bei alone. The old man only brought his granddaughter, Han Guoxiu, and a few escorts to continue his journey. Hsu Fengnian only dared to hope that one of Han Guzi's disciples would stay in Beiliang. It would be best if it was Xu Huang, a master of the art of war. If it was the carefree Sima Can, it would also be good. Hsu Fengnian felt a little regretful when he heard the news. If only one or two people came to Mount Wudang, they would most likely be working for Beiliang. But even Chang Sui came, it probably meant that none of them would stay in Beiliang. Hsu Fengnian sighed in his heart and said with a smile, "Little Taoist Ning He, go and tell your Master that This King's room will be given to these guests. This King guessed that it would not be difficult for two or three people to stay in that room."
The little Taoist did not dare to say anything.
Han Gui said gently, "Ning He, just do as Your Highness said. Also, give Qing Xin and my room to the guests..."
Before Han Gui could finish, the little Taoist said loudly, "Grand Martial Uncle, how can we do that? Little Pillar Peak is more than ten miles away from Green Mountain Monastery and Lotus Peak! Every time Qing Xin … Martial Uncle Qing Xin comes to Lotus Flower Peak to play with us … No, no, she comes to Lotus Flower Peak to help Martial Granduncle borrow books. She's always exhausted … "
The voice of the little Daoist of the Ning generation became softer and softer as he spoke. Han Gui's disciple, Qing Xin, wished she could dig a hole and hide in it. She was done for. When she returned to the Green Mountain Monastery, she would be punished to copy the classics ten times.
The white-robed monk turned to his wife and clicked his tongue. "Look at the juniors on the mountain. They're all siding with their elders. Those little baldies who play with the stupid Nanbei all want to eat and drink in our house all day long."
The woman smiled and said, "You're wrong. They're clearly targeting our daughter. Usually, the little monks I see on the way to the temple are very sloppy, but every time they come to our house, which one of them doesn't wear clean monk robes that have just been washed? "
The white-robed monk flew into a rage. "Is there such a thing?!"
The woman rolled her eyes and said, "You just found out?"
The white-robed monk said angrily, "Those little baldies are asking for a beating. And the stupid Nanbei is even more stupid. If this isn't inviting a wolf into the house, then what is?!"
The woman said unhappily, "Beat them, beat them until they have an epiphany. It's better that you don't have to be the abbot who doesn't take money but only gives out money."
In the end, Han Gui and the little Daoist went to stay with the Qing generation disciple of the Zhenlü Zhenren Chen Yao. And Hsu Fengnian went to the thatched hut at the Elephant Pond halfway up the mountain where he used to practice his blade. Before going down the mountain, Hsu Fengnian first sent the white-robed monk to the room where he stayed. Han Gui took the lead and left. At this time, everyone on Mount Wudang was extremely busy. Other than being responsible for bringing Hsu Fengnian to the Ziyang Palace, Han Gui actually had a lot of work to do. In fact, the Daoists of all generations on the mountain knew that Han Gui was going to take on a big responsibility in the future. After all, even the old chief Wang Zhonglou said that Han Gui's Taoist heart was the most stable. Even Hong Xixiang half-jokingly said that there were many small pillars of osmanthus trees on the mountain, which was most suitable for Han Gui who had the word 'osmanthus' in his name to cultivate and comprehend Taoism. And the two most senior Zhenren Chen Yao and Yu Xingrui of Mount Wudang today also valued Han Gui, a junior who stood aloof from worldly affairs.
Hsu Fengnian sent him to the doorstep. After the white-robed monk pushed the door open, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Have you met my Senior Uncle?"
Hsu Fengnian was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was talking about the Chicken Soup Monk at the foot of the Little Rotten Tuo Mountain in the Western Region. The old monk was the Senior Brother of the Dragon Tree Holy Monk. He nodded and said, "I can fight with Tuoba Bodhisattva and not die …"
Li Dangxin waved his hand, "He's already dead. Who are you trying to say nice things to?"
Hsu Fengnian was silent and speechless.
The white-robed monk sighed and said sadly, "But then again, the reason why Senior Uncle was able to plant the lotus in my heart was because of your appearance. Back then, when I traveled thousands of miles to the west alone, it was because Senior Uncle was worried. His original intention was to go to the Western Region to bring me back to the Two Zen Temples. He didn't expect that one stop would last for more than twenty years. This penniless monk's epiphany is also thanks to Martial Uncle's insights. Alright, that's a separate matter. The matter of my daughter is not over yet. But for Senior Uncle to be able to plant the lotus, I have to thank you. "
Li Dangxin lowered his head and put his palms together.
Hsu Fengnian put his palms together and gently returned the greeting.
After Hsu Fengnian left, the white-robed monk closed the door. The woman sat on the chair and rubbed her calf. She smiled and said, "There's only one daughter. Even though the North and the South are stupid, they're already a family. Sigh, if only I had two daughters. "
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