An expert would pay attention to Qi, a dynasty would have its luck, and a sect would have its atmosphere.
There were three sects in the world. Mount Longhu was highly regarded by the Liyang Dynasty and had been the leader of the orthodoxy for hundreds of years. Each of the four Celestial Masters was more profound than the other. Mount Longhu produced many geniuses, and almost every generation there would be one or two geniuses who had the potential to become the sect leader.
In the last hundred years, there was Ge Hong, who wrote the 《Tai Chi Jindan》, who denounced external alchemy as a heretical school. She wrote a voluminous two hundred thousand incantations, pointing the spearhead at Wudang, criticizing Wudang's Danding Pai until it was completely black and blue.
Fifty years ago, there was Qi Xuanzhen who single-handedly slaughtered six Demon Sect protectors. It was a pity that until the Demon Slaying Platform of Mount Longhu, this Zhenren was never able to compete with Wang Xianzhi. Otherwise, the title of number one wouldn't be empty.
Thirty years ago, there was a Celestial Master Protector who was proficient in internal alchemy. He forcibly extended the old emperor's lifespan by fifteen years. It was rumored that this was a method of exchanging one's life for another. This Celestial Master, who once said in his prime that he would live for sixty years, passed away before reaching seventy. However, he brought a hundred years of glory to Mount Longhu.
Ten years ago, there was a debate between Buddhism and Taoism that lasted a hundred days. In the end, it was decided by an unknown Daoist from Mount Longhu. His eloquence was brilliant, and his teachings were exquisite. The Two Zen Temples who had victory in their grasp could only admit defeat.
As for Wudang?
It seemed that in the last hundred years, there wasn't anyone or anything worth mentioning.
Where did the grand atmosphere come from?
If Wang Zhonglou hadn't cultivated the Great Yellow Courtyard, this mountain would've been forgotten by the world except for the devout Beiliang pilgrims. There were still Big and Small Lotus Peaks, Jade Pillars, and the Black Tortoise.
Today, Hong Xixiang was concocting pills with the oldest senior on the mountain, Song Zhiming. However, it wasn't the Blue Cloud Peak with the largest pill furnace in the world, but rather the Little Lotus Peak. The bronze furnace was only half the height of a person, and it didn't consume much charcoal, sulfur, or dan stones. They didn't pick a good day, didn't build an altar or draw scrolls, and didn't set up any treasured swords or ancient mirrors to ward off evil spirits. From an outsider's point of view, it didn't look like they were concocting pills at all. But Song Zhiming was extremely nervous, a hundred times more so than when he was on the Blue Cloud Peak. He squatted on the ground and personally controlled the fire, not even noticing that his two strands of white eyebrows were drooping to the ground.
At Song Zhiming's age, he had concocted countless pills, and many of them were sent to the hands of high officials and dignitaries through various channels, even to the imperial relatives in the capital. The "Knowing Destiny Pill" was quite famous throughout the dynasty, but the old man knew that concocting pills was like cultivating the Dao. His comprehension was limited, and he lacked the perfect harmony of Yin and Yang. Therefore, when the "Taiji Golden Pill" was first published, Song Zhiming could only smile bitterly, unable to refute it. But after Little Junior Brother came up the mountain and read all the books, he found a new path. He didn't restrict himself to Inner and Outer Elixirs, and cultivated both Inner and Outer Elixirs. Therefore, in these years of concocting pills, it wasn't Song Zhiming who taught Hong Xixiang how to subdue dragons and tigers, but Senior Brother who was willing to be the fire boy for Little Junior Brother.
In the eyes of His Royal Highness, this bull rider was the most idle person, but in the eyes of all the Senior Brothers, Hong Xixiang was the reincarnation of the Zhenwu Great Emperor who had a chance to turn the tide. In the eyes of the Sect Leader Wang Zhonglou, the four thousand word "Deed of Thorough Comprehension" was the most profound secret scripture in the five hundred years of Daoism. How was it teaching people how to concoct pills? It was teaching people how to attain the supreme Great Dao! Wang Zhonglou never hid anything, and it was precisely these four thousand words that gave him the confidence to practice the Great Yellow Court Pass. There was also the fist technique that Hsu Fengnian learned, which was clearly the highest realm of combining the Jade Pillar Mantra and Wudang Swordsmanship. It wasn't found in the Pavilion of Scriptures as Hong Xixiang said, but was comprehended by this young Grand Martial Uncle in his boring daily divinations. It was the most compatible with the Dao of Heaven.
How would the young Daoist priest know how shocking his actions were? Perhaps even if he knew, with his cowardly character of being scolded by His Royal Highness every day as a coward, he would only nag that the bottom of the mountain was too scary, and that he wouldn't leave the mountain until he became number one in the world.
Hong Xixiang furrowed his brows as he stared at the pill cauldron. He suddenly pulled Senior Brother Song and shouted: "Retreat!"
Song Zhiming knew something was wrong. No matter how precious a cauldron of pills that cost countless gold and silver was, how could it compare to Junior Brother? He immediately rolled up his sleeves, bringing Hong Xixiang with him as he swiftly floated backwards.
With a boom, the pill cauldron exploded.
The entire Wudang Sect heard this ear-piercing boom. Thick green smoke could be seen rising in spirals from all the Daoist temples and palaces on the various mountain peaks. They didn't make a fuss about it, and after looking up and seeing this smoke, they continued to work.
Ha, our Grand Martial Uncle is being naughty again.
On Little Lotus Peak, the two martial brothers were in a very sorry state. The cuffs of Song Zhiming's Daoist robe had become rags, but in any case, he was still able to protect the main culprit, Junior Brother.
Hong Xixiang ran over to the bronze pill cauldron. This cauldron was personally forged by him, bit by bit. Moreover, the number of pilgrims in Wudang Sect these past few years had been declining day by day. The mountain was famous for being short on money. If it wasn't for Senior Brother Song opening the cauldron day and night at Clear Sky Peak and not missing any good day to refine pills, he would have long been so poor that his bell would have rung. After all, Wudang Sect wasn't Mount Longhu. Although it wasn't difficult to be self-sufficient on this mountain, if one wanted to do more things, they really didn't have the strength. Hong Xixiang's thoughts were simple, but that didn't mean he was an idiot who didn't understand the ways of the world. If he treated returning to one's original simplicity as childish, then there really wouldn't be any smart people in this world. Hong Xixiang naturally knew why Sect Leader Da Shixiong invited His Royal Highness to Wudang, but he didn't reject it like Senior Brother Wang.
Hong Xixiang squatted down and looked at the muddy medicinal pills in the broken cauldron. He stretched out two fingers and picked up a bit. He brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. He frowned and said, "It's still far away. Third Shixiong, it seems I'll have to borrow your cauldron. When the time comes, don't scold me. Senior Brother Wang already won't let me go to his bamboo forest. If I also can't go to Clear Sky Peak, sigh. "
The amiable-looking Song Zhiming looked at his junior brother's bitter face and chuckled, "Well said."
Hong Xixiang suddenly looked up at the sky, lost in thought.
Song Zhiming remembered a small matter from many years ago and joked, "Junior Brother, this year you've been trying to worm your way into being friends with His Royal Highness. What, you can't bear to part with that red-clothed girl surnamed Xu? If I remember correctly, that year when that little girl went up the mountain in a snowy day wrapped in red, your eyes were glued to her. "
Hong Xixiang smiled bitterly, "Third Shixiong, even you came! Now only Senior Brother Wang hasn't laughed at me. At that time I was only fourteen, what did I know. "
Song Zhiming smiled and asked, "How old are you this year?"
Hong Xixiang, who never remembered this, carefully counted on his fingers, "Twenty-four? Twenty-five? "
Song Zhiming smiled playfully, "Then you remember clearly that you saw that girl when you were fourteen?"
Hong Xixiang didn't speak and continued to stare blankly at the sky.
That year in Beiliang Palace, led by the Pillar State Xu Xiao, nearly a hundred people went up the mountain. At that time, the Pillar State had just conquered half of Jianghu. Everyone in the world was waiting for the Beiliang cavalry to crush Wudang as well. But they didn't expect that on this trip up the mountain, Xu Xiao didn't want to tear down the memorial arch of the Black Tortoise in Prosperity, but only burn incense. From the small group of people he brought to Wudang, it was clear that the eldest daughter Xu Zhihu had just grown up, the second daughter Xu Weixiong whose poetry and literary talent had begun to shake the world, Hsu Fengnian who had an inexplicable Yin Qi, and Xu Longxiang who had always been simple-minded. After going up the mountain, the four children of the Pillar State began to wander around. Among them, Xu Weixiong was the most domineering and arrogant. She carved the words "Banished to three thousand li" on the back of the Zhenwu Great Emperor's statue. The words were crooked, but it was enough to show her loftiness. Wudang didn't know whether to laugh or cry when they found out, not even daring to say half a harsh word. The elder sister, Xu Zhihu, on the other hand, didn't do anything out of line. She wandered around aimlessly, and finally saw a "little Daoist boy" riding an ox.
The first thing she said upon meeting him was: "Hey, little Daoist boy, how old are you?"
The little Daoist boy on the back of the green ox thought for a long time with a red face. By the time he was sure of his age, the exceptionally eye-catching red-clothed girl in the snow had already walked away impatiently.
Only Hong Xixiang, who was already the youngest Martial Granduncle of Wudang at that time, was left behind. He muttered: "Fourteen."
The second time they met, she was about to get married thousands of li away in Jiangnan.
The red-crowned crane circled in the sky. It was a paradise on earth.
Near the Turtle Camel Tablet on the Little Lotus Peak, she saw Hong Xixiang. She smiled and asked: "Hey, little Daoist boy, this mountain is so boring. Why don't you marry me? How interesting. "
His face was still red, and he couldn't say a single word.
Afterwards, there was no afterwards. They never saw each other again.
He only knew that her name was Xu Zhihu, and that she liked to wear a dazzling red dress. In the end, he only heard her mutter to herself one day, "I really want to ride a yellow crane."
Hong Xixiang once again pinched his fingers. He made an exception and counted twice a day.
He was counting whether or not he could leave the mountain in this lifetime.
He was counting whether or not he could ride a crane down to Jiangnan.
He didn't know that if he could leave the mountain in such a way that no one before or after him could do so, he would definitely be treated as an immortal.
The peak of Wudang Mountain was shrouded in dark clouds. One could faintly hear the sound of thunder.
Hong Xixiang suddenly raised his head and stood up, looking in the direction of the Hanging Immortal Peak.
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