As the leader of one of the three major Taoist sects in the world, the old Taoist priest did not have many ups and downs in his life. He was born poor and lonely. In order not to starve to death, he was sent to the mountain by his parents at the age of twelve. Other than morning and evening classes, he was on duty at the Taixu Temple. Every day, he swept the floor until the incense burned out. Day after day, year after year. At that time, his master, Chen Yingning, had not yet become the leader of Wudang, but he had more than twenty disciples. Among them, Wang Zhonglou's aptitude was below average. He was only willing to immerse himself in reading scriptures. When he swept the floor, he would hold an introductory classic. Only at the age of twenty-four was he qualified to read the fortune of pilgrims. At the age of forty, he could barely be considered to have achieved a small success in Taoism. Therefore, when the previous leader, Chen Yingning, passed away and Wang Zhonglou took over Wudang, the world was in an uproar. At that time, even Mount Longhu had not heard of this middle-aged Taoist priest. Unexpectedly, most of the immortals of Wudang's generation had amazing skills when they were young, but stopped when they were old. Only the inconspicuous Wang Zhonglou gradually reached the Great Way and skyrocketed.
Wang Zhonglou waved his sleeves.
His Taoist robe surged and fluttered.
It actually managed to pull the waterfall that was falling down with great force over.
The waterfall tilted like a bridge.
The Deed of Thorough Comprehension surpassed the Taoist classic, The Verses of Old Man on the River, which proposed that the five viscera hid the spirit. It was in the first sentence, three parts, eight scenes, and twenty-four spirits.
The old immortal breathed into his dantian, closed his eyes and entered meditation. He was full of spirit. His whole person was like the Taoist immortals described in the classics when they immortalized, shining brightly.
Wang Zhonglou was silently reciting, "The five-colored clouds swirled in the evening mist. I closed my eyes and looked at each other. Only then did I know that my body was a paradise. So the Yellow Court was a blessed land …"
"Yellow robes with purple stripes and dragon and tiger seals. Spirit and life depend on Taixuan. Three breaths, two breaths, and four Qi are connected."
"The world loves grains and the five tastes. Only I eat the Taihe Yin Yang Qi alone."
"Two water kings were born from the same school, making people live forever in the nine heavens …"
With every sentence, the old Taoist priest spat out a golden aura from his mouth, lingering between heaven and earth.
In the end, a total of eighty-one golden auras wrapped around the main waterfall and crashed into the deep pool together.
When Xu Fengnian was halfway up, he felt that something was wrong with the lake. First, it was getting colder, then it was boiling hot. So, he increased his speed. The most frightening thing was that he could vaguely see a water column in the sky rushing straight at him. Xu Fengnian gritted his teeth and went against the flow, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through the water dragon and the treacherous golden lake surface. No matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail. The surface of the lake seemed to be covered with a huge lid that weighed a thousand pounds. It was impossible to lift it with human strength. Xu Fengnian's consciousness gradually became blurry. He still held tightly onto the pebble that he was going to use the Green Water Pavilion Sword Formula to carve a chess piece. In his unconsciousness, he suddenly remembered the words of his second sister, Xu Weixiong, "Who doesn't burn in the furnace of heaven and earth?" He also remembered how he almost drowned in the lake when he was young and playful. He also remembered the first time he used a knife to kill someone.
Was he going to die?
... Hsu Fengnian fainted. The pebbles in his hand fell to the ground.
Wang Xiaoping went to Huangting Peak, but did not kill anyone.
The three from Mount Longhu tactfully left the mountain. The Sword Maniac's sword was truly terrifying. It wasn't that the three of them didn't have the strength to fight back, but Wang Xiaoping had all the advantages on Mount Wudang. Her chances of winning were too slim.
Wang Xiaoping came to the Elephant Washing Pool and sat down with his eyes closed. The peach wood on his knees jumped and buzzed.
His Royal Highness was held up by the golden aura. He floated above the water, the waterfall crashing down on his head.
Wang Xiaoping did not look.
With his temper, he wanted to cut the waterfall in half. This waterfall was his senior brother's lifetime of cultivation.
One day and night later.
The thunderstorm stopped.
The atmosphere on the mountain was fresh.
His Royal Highness was carried by Hong Xixiang to the hut. In the middle of his forehead, there was a red date mark.
Wang Xiaoping went down the mountain with his sword.
Hong Xixiang and Wang Zhonglou came near the Tortoise Camel Tablet.
The old Taoist priest looked normal, but Hong Xixiang knew very well that his senior brother was in his twilight years. He had at most two or three years left.
The young Martial Granduncle said bitterly, "Must Wudang rise like this?"
The old Taoist priest said calmly with a smile, "Not necessarily. It's just that whether I cultivate the Great Yellow Courtyard or not, what's the benefit to Wudang? We can't always stand in the latrine and not take a shit. Having me as the Taoist priest is really a big use for a small talent. You have a light personality that goes with the flow. Me doing this can give you a bit of pressure. It's always a good thing. Look, even your little senior brother Wang has gone down the mountain. If nothing goes wrong, with his talent and this trip, he will be able to suppress the Wu family's Sword Tomb. When the time comes, you'll be on the mountain and he'll be at the foot of the mountain. Let's not talk about our master's' Black Tortoise will rise for five hundred years'. In any case, we'll have more incense money. You've been wearing this Taoist robe for seven or eight years and you can't even bear to change it. When the time comes, you'll be able to change into a new one. "
Hong Xixiang squatted on the ground and sighed again and again. He said helplessly, "You only dare to say this to me. If the other senior brothers hear this, they'll be angered to death."
The old Taoist priest laughed loudly, without any dispirited or dejected expression.
Hong Xixiang was silent. He held his chin and looked at the distant mountain in a daze.
Wang Zhonglou said softly, "Hsu Fengnian's evil tendencies are strong, but he's not a bad person. I won't say much about your association with him. I'm just afraid that in the future, Jianghu and the imperial court will not be peaceful."
Hong Xixiang said softly, "I can't control that."
Wang Zhonglou sat beside his junior brother and said guiltily, "Once I let go, you won't be able to leave the mountain for the time being. Do you resent your senior brother?"
Hong Xixiang laughed, "Of course I resent you. But if you don't let me be the sect leader, I won't resent you!"
Wang Zhonglou snorted, "Don't even think about it. If you resent me, then resent me. When the time comes, I won't be able to see or hear you. Go ahead and resent me. "
Hong Xixiang shook his head, "Senior brother, can't you act like a sect leader a little?"
The old Taoist priest did not agree. He was not those old fellows of Mount Longhu. Everyone below immortals were humans. Seniority and status were all empty things. If one could not uphold virtue and stand up for himself, everything was just an external object that could not be brought into the coffin. Why bother to put on a stern face and look at people for decades?
Wang Zhonglou suddenly said softly, "Junior brother, let's have a competition? It's been many years since we've had a competition. Uh, it's a competition. "
Hong Xixiang looked as if he was facing a great enemy. He said nervously, "That's not good, right?"
The old sect leader tried to goad him, "You don't dare?"
Hong Xixiang said with youthful vigor, "Then let's have a competition!"
Two of Wudang's most senior Taoist priests were at the edge of Little Lotus Peak's cliff, doing a shocking thing.
Peeing!
The old sect leader sighed, "Back then, I peed ten feet in the wind, but now I'm old and my shoes are wet. I'm old, I'm old, I can't help but admit defeat. "
Hong Xixiang laughed loudly, "How is it? Farther than you, right?"
The old sect leader patted his junior brother's shoulder and said earnestly, "This matter, when master lost to me back then, he told me that if I lose to junior brother one day, I can put down my burden."
Hong Xixiang's face was bitter.
The old Taoist priest looked into the distance and sighed, "It's not about the height of the mountain. It's a pity that I won't be able to see the day when Wudang prospers. "
Hong Xixiang nodded and wanted to sneak over to pat his senior brother's shoulder.
There was a bit on his hand just now, he had to wipe it clean.
Why did his senior brother pat his shoulder? Hong Xixiang was clear about it!
The old sect leader skillfully dodged and said angrily, "Your Taoist robe is older than mine. Senior brother's is brand new!"
Hong Xixiang withdrew his hand and said angrily, "That's too unfair."
The Wudang sect leader laughed heartily and left Little Lotus Peak. From afar, he said, "Junior brother, if you really go down the mountain in the future, you have to be more imposing and give your senior brother some face."
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