Ever since Wudang's old chief, Wang Zhonglou, passed away, the incense that was already not much had decreased by a bit. Fortunately, the close to a thousand old Daoists, middle-aged Chancellor, and Daoist children behind the memorial arch were used to living a poor life. When the house leaks, it will be repaired. When the clothes are old, it will be repaired. When the clothes are old, it will be repaired. When the house leaks, it will be repaired. When the clothes are old, it will be repaired. When the house leaks, it will be repaired. When the house leaks, it will be repaired. When the clothes are old, it will be repaired. At this time, a young Daoist was squatting behind the memorial arch of Black Tortoise Dangxing and sighing. Beside him were a few mischievous Daoist children from the nearby Daoist temple. Each and every one of them were fighting over this Daoist priest to tell them some love stories from the book. This story was much more interesting than the Daoist scriptures, but it was a bit too desolate. Why didn't the men and women in the story have a good ending? Listening to the storyteller beside him nearing the end of the story, he became more and more worried. Didn't they force themselves to be beaten by their master with a plank to escape from the Daoist lesson and sneak out?
"Grand Martial Granduncle, why are there so many riddles, drinking games, and poems in this book? Don't tell me they were all thought up by one person. If it's true, how much knowledge does the person who wrote this book have? Isn't he almost comparable to Grand Martial Granduncle? " A little Daoist child who had only been on Wudang Mountain for less than two years asked timidly. The little Daoist child was born with red lips and white teeth. He was full of vigor. Propping his cheeks with both hands, he stared at his master's master's master's martial uncle. According to reason, he should be calling him 'chief'. However, it seemed that everyone in the book did not like this Grand Martial Granduncle, so he still called him 'chief' according to seniority.
"Nonsense, how can the person who wrote this book be more knowledgeable than Grand Martial Granduncle!" A little Daoist child who had entered the mountain a little earlier slapped the little Daoist child with a stern expression. The little Daoist child who was scolded held his head and did not dare to refute.
"I'm not talking nonsense. If the person who wrote this book and I were to debate about Daoist principles, I reckon he would not be able to win. However, when it comes to love and affection, I am a hundred and eight thousand li away. This is the principle of specialization. In the future, when you study scriptures with your masters and encounter problems, don't think that your masters are always right. If I still say that you are wrong and you are still unconvinced, you can go down the mountain to find out who is right and who is wrong. If one day you feel that you have found the answer and that I and my masters were wrong, you can return to the mountain and tell us that we were really wrong. If you feel that you were wrong, don't feel ashamed. Remember that our Wudang mountain gate will never be closed. "The young Daoist smiled and rubbed the head of the youngest Daoist. His smile was warm.
"Grand Martial Granduncle, I think it's wrong for Master to hit us whenever he's unhappy. What do you think?" The little Daoist asked innocently.
The young Daoist laughed softly and said, "When I was young, I was also hit a few times. However, now I know that most of the time, it was my own fault. After a while, I no longer care about it. Master and Senior Brothers are not saints without temper. It's inevitable that they will make some mistakes. In Wudang's thousand years of history, there are hundreds of thousands of recorded Daoists. However, there is only one statue of Xuanwu Tianzun. We, including me, are all ordinary people. We have to allow others to make mistakes and allow ourselves to make mistakes. Don't be stubborn. Otherwise, we will not be happy. It's not easy for us to come to the world. If we are always angry, even if you are a high and mighty emperor, it will be boring. Moreover, we are born in the world. Glory, splendor, wealth and status are nothing more than passing clouds. The Dao is made of gold and the medicinal pill furnace is filled with spring. Wudang is my pillow and my pillow is Wudang. That is enough. "
A slightly older Daoist whispered, "Martial Granduncle, I heard that rich people eat meat every day. I am so greedy. When I am hungry and recite scriptures, I always drool when I think about it."
The most handsome young Daoist with the highest seniority smiled and said, "Isn't eating meat every day the same as eating plain tea every day? Qing Feng, Martial Granduncle gave you ten steamed buns. You were the first to taste it. How does the tenth steamed bun taste?"
The young Daoist named Qing Feng said with a bitter face, "Ten steamed buns. I am stuffed to death."
The young Martial Granduncle laughed and said, "That's right. It is the same principle on the mountain. Senior Brother Sect Leader said that it is better to have a high heart than a high Dao. If we are greedy, there will be no end. Before Ancestor Lu ascended to immortality, he hung a sword on Nangong Yuejiao's head. Do you know what is the most powerful part of that sword?"
"I heard from Master that the sword can fly for a thousand miles!"
"It must be to slay demons and eliminate devils!"
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The young Martial Granduncle listened with a smile and did not say anything. When it was quiet, he said softly, "Ancestor Lu seemed to have left behind the Three-Foot Sword, but in reality, he left behind the Dao root and Wudang. He taught us to use the Qingfeng Sword to cut away worries, greed, anger, and lust."
"Lust?" The youngest Daoist child was confused. The rest of the young Taoist priests who didn't know much were all chuckling.
"The book I read is called 'The First Snow in the East Wing'. It skipped some things about men and women." The young Martial Granduncle said with a smile.
"Does Grand Martial Granduncle have lust?" The little guy asked.
Without waiting for the Martial Granduncle to reply, the little guy was beaten up by the Senior Brothers and Junior Uncles.
The young Martial Granduncle rubbed his little head again and said softly, "Yes."
There was a burst of surprised gasps, but no one thought that the self-proclaimed Wudang Mountain's young ancestor who claimed to have lust was not lofty, learned, or amiable.
The young Martial Granduncle laughed and said, "It is not a bad thing to know that you are not good. This is the same as us Daoists seeking the Dao of Heaven. You know that it is not in my hands, so you want to seek the Dao. "
"Martial Granduncle, you still haven't sought the Dao?" A young Daoist asked nervously.
"It is hard to say." The young Martial Granduncle said honestly.
At this time, a group of old pilgrims from Yongzhou finally walked more than ten li of the Divine Path. Panting for breath, they arrived under the memorial arch. The young Daoist immediately stood up and called the young Daoist beside him to help carry the luggage. When they went up the mountain, the Daoist children skillfully introduced the scenery of Mount Wudang and the Daoist temple. The old pilgrims probably thought that the young Daoist children were amiable and cute, so they all showed a smile of vicissitudes. They walked and stopped, and their tiredness gradually disappeared. The young Martial Granduncle knew that the younger generation would not be able to accompany them to the top of the mountain, so he let them go down the mountain first and picked up all the luggage alone. The old people felt apologetic, so the young Daoist, who did not speak much along the way, smiled and said it was nothing. The old pilgrims saw that he went up the mountain like moving clouds and flowing water, with an indescribable magical style. It really did not seem like he was pretending to be relaxed, so they felt a lot more relieved. Without the young Daoist children, the old pilgrims finally asked a slightly sensitive question, which could not be avoided from the old and new Wudang Mountain. The last time this group of old pilgrims from Yongzhou came to Wudang was more than ten years ago. This time, it was almost the last time in their lives that they would climb the mountain to burn incense. Most of them did not have a bad impression of Wudang, but their family's descendants were more willing to go to Mount Longhu. Their bodies could not walk, but their words revealed that if they were twenty years younger, perhaps they would really go to Mount Longhu, which produced three state teachers in succession.
When the young Taoist priest who was carrying a lot of luggage heard this, he did not say anything. He only smiled and appeared naive. In the eyes of the old pilgrims, this was much more pleasing to the eye than trying to put in good words for Mount Wudang.
They slowly climbed up the mountain. When they were close to the peak, they met an old Taoist priest who was sitting and looking at the sea of clouds.
The old Taoist priest finally recognized the young Taoist priest who was carrying heavy luggage up the mountain. He quickly got up and bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings to the chief."
The young Taoist priest smiled and nodded, which could be considered a greeting.
The dozen or so old pilgrims could not believe their ears. They all looked at the young Taoist priest who had accompanied them all the way and listened to how Mount Longhu was and how cold Mount Wudang was.
They had indeed heard that the chief of Mount Wudang was surprisingly young. The main reason they came to Mount Wudang to burn incense was that they hoped to meet the new chief. They wanted to take a few glances at him from afar. It would be good to get some immortal air.
No matter how Mount Wudang had declined in the past hundred years, it was still the ancestral court of Taoism that had once suppressed Mount Longhu. With the immortal Wang Zhonglou before them, the pilgrims still regarded the new chief as an immortal from the bottom of their hearts.
But why is this young immortal carrying the luggage of us old men?! "
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