A master will pay attention to qi, a dynasty will have qi, and a sect will also have qi.
There are three pillars of Taoism in the world, and Longhushan is valued by the Liyang Dynasty. It has been the head of Taoism for hundreds of years. An unborn genius who is expected to teach.
In the past 100 years, Ge Hong, who wrote "Tai Chi Golden Elixir", denounced Wai Dan as heresy, spewed 200,000 mantras, directed at Wudang, and criticized Wudang's alchemy school.
Fifty years ago, there appeared a Qi Xuanjia who single-handedly slaughtered the six protectors of the Demon Sect. Unfortunately, this real person had never competed with Wang Xianzhi until he emerged in the Dragon Tiger Mountain. Will be left hanging.
Thirty years ago, a celestial protector who was proficient in inner alchemy was born. He forcibly altered the old emperor's lifespan for a full fifteen years. It is rumored that he used the method of exchanging his life for his life. At that time, the national teacher who once said that he would live for three years died suddenly before ancient times, but he brought a hundred years of glory to Longhu Mountain.
Ten years ago, Buddhism and Taoism had a debate that lasted for a hundred days, and was finally concluded by an unknown Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain who turned out to be born out of nowhere. Can only admit defeat.
And Wudang
It seems that there have been no people or things that can be obtained in a hundred years.
Where does the majestic atmosphere come from
If Wang Chonglou hadn't built the Big Yellow Court, I am afraid that this mountain would have been forgotten by the world except for the devout pilgrims from Beiliang.
Today, Hong Xixiang was refining alchemy with Song Zhiming, the longest-lived senior brother on the mountain, but it was not Qingyun Peak, which was the world's largest alchemy furnace, but a bronze furnace that was only half a person tall on Xiaolianhua Peak, consuming charcoal, sulfur, and alchemy. There are not many, there are no good days and auspicious days, no altars and paintings, and no ancient mirrors with swords and mirrors to suppress evil and exorcise demons. Outsiders don't seem to be in the posture of refining high-quality pills, but Song Zhiming is. Extremely nervous, he paid a hundred times more attention to it than on Qingyun Peak, squatting on the ground to control the heat himself, and didn't pay attention to the two white eyebrows drooping to the ground.
At Song Zhiming's age, he has practiced countless pills, and many of them were sent to dignitaries through various channels, even the relatives of the emperor in the capital. "Zhiming Pill" has a good reputation in the dynasty, but the old man knows that he Alchemy is like cultivating Taoism, with limited understanding, but extremely poor manpower and material resources, without the harmony of yin and yang, so when "Tai Chi Golden Elixir" came out, Song Zhiming just smiled wryly, but he had no choice but to argue. But after the junior brother went up to the mountain, he browsed through the classics, and he was stunned to find a new way, not sticking to inner alchemy and outer alchemy, but also both internal and external. Therefore, in these years of alchemy, it was not Song Zhiming who taught Hong Xixiang how to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger to recuperate the five elements. On the contrary, it is the senior brother who is willing to be a fire-burning Taoist boy for the junior brother.
In the eyes of His Royal Highness, this bull rider is the most idle, but in the eyes of all the brothers, Hong Xixiang is the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu who is really hopeful to turn the tide. It is completely the most wonderful and unspeakable secret code in the five hundred years of Taoism. It is not teaching people to make alchemy, but it is simply teaching people how to obtain the supreme way! Wang Chonglou would never deny that it was the four thousand characters that gave him the confidence to practice Dahuang Tingguan. There is also the boxing technique learned by Xu Fengnian, which clearly combines Yuzhu mental technique and the highest state of Wudang swordsmanship. It was not found from the attic of scriptures as Hong Xixiang said, but was learned by this young master and uncle day after day. Boring divination has some insights, which is most in line with the way of heaven.
How could the young Taoist priest riding a bull know how shocking his deeds were? I'm afraid he knew. With his cowardly temperament, he was scolded every day by His Royal Highness as a shrinking turtle. If you are killed before, you will not go down the mountain.
Hong Xixiang frowned and stared at the alchemy furnace, suddenly pulled up Senior Brother Song and shouted: "Withdraw!"
Song Zhiming knew something was wrong, no matter how precious a furnace of elixir costing countless gold and silver, could it be compared to a junior brother? Immediately rolled up his sleeves, and quickly floated back with the flood elephant.
With a bang, the alchemy furnace exploded.
The whole Wudang heard the ear-piercing loud noise, and all the Taoist temples and temples on the mountain could see a thick green smoke curling up. They didn't make a fuss, looked up and continued to work after seeing the smoke.
Ha, our master uncle is naughty again.
The two masters and brothers on Little Lotus Peak were in a panic, Song Zhiming's Taoist robe cuffs were turned into rags, at least he was protecting the little brother who was the culprit.
Hong Xixiang ran to feel sorry for the bronze alchemy stove, he forged this stove bit by bit, not to mention that the number of pilgrims in Wudang has been declining over the years, and the mountain is notoriously hard-pressed, if it wasn't for Senior Brother Song who stayed at Qingyun Peak day and night If you don't miss any good day to start alchemy, you will be so poor that the bells will ring a long time ago, and there will be nothing but breeze in your sleeves. After all, Wudang is not Longhu Mountain. Although it is not difficult to be self-sufficient on the mountain here, no matter how many things to do, it is really powerless. Hong Xixiang has a simple mind, but it does not mean that he is a fool who does not know the world. Smart man. Hong Xixiang naturally knew why the senior brother in charge invited his highness to come to Wudang, but he didn't get annoyed and repulsed like senior brother Xiao Wang.
Hong Xixiang squatted down and saw the elixir in a puddle of mud in the broken furnace. He stretched out two fingers to pick up a little bit, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said with a sad face: "It's still far away. Third senior brother, it seems that I want to borrow some from you." Don’t scold me when the time comes, Senior Brother Xiao Wang won’t let you go to his bamboo forest, if you don’t go to Qingyun Peak again, alas.”
Kind-hearted Song Zhiming looked at the sad-faced junior brother, laughed and said, "It's easy to say."
Hong Xixiang suddenly looked up at the sky, dazed.
Song Zhiming remembered a trivial incident many years ago, and joked: "Little brother, you have been getting close to His Royal Highness during this year. Why, you can't bear that girl in red surnamed Xu? If I remember correctly, that girl back then The baby is wrapped in red and goes up the mountain in a snowy day, and your eyes are straight."
Hong Xixiang smiled wryly and said: "Senior brother, even you are here! Now only senior brother Xiao Wang is left to not laugh at me. I was only fourteen years old at that time, what do I know?"
Song Zhiming asked with a smile, "How old are you?"
Hong Xixiang, who never remembers this, pinched his fingers and calculated, "Twenty-four? Twenty-five?"
Song Zhiming said with a playful smile: "Then you remember clearly seeing that girl when you were fourteen?"
Hong Xixiang stopped talking and continued to stare at the sky in a daze.
At that time, Beiliang Wangfu was headed by Dazhu Kingdom Xu Xiao, and nearly a hundred people climbed the mountain. At that time, Dazhu Kingdom had just flattened half of the rivers and lakes. On this trip up the mountain, Xu Xiao did not intend to tear down the Xuanwu Dangxing memorial archway, but just burned incense. From the small group of people he brought to Wudang, we can know that Xu Zhihu, the eldest daughter of Cardamom who had just grown up, was the poet. Xu Weixiong, the second daughter whose literary talent has become famous all over the world, Xu Fengnian who is inexplicably sinister, and Xu Longxiang who has always been silly. After going up the mountain, the four children of Dazhu Kingdom began to play around indiscriminately. Among them, Xu Weixiong was the most domineering and arrogant. On the back of the statue of Emperor Zhenwu, he carved the words "sent for three thousand miles". , Wudang couldn't laugh or cry when he learned about it, and he didn't even dare to say a half-sentence. Elder sister Xu Zhihu didn't do anything out of the ordinary, wandered around, and finally saw a "Xiaodao boy" riding a bull.
In the first sentence they met, she asked, "Hey, little Taoist priest, how old are you?"
Xiao Daotong on Qingniu's back blushed and thought about it for a long time, and when he was sure of his age, the girl in red who stood out in the snow walked away impatiently.
Only Hong Xixiang, who was already Wudang's youngest master-uncle at that time, was left behind and muttered, "Fourteen."
The second time we met, it was that she was about to marry Jiangnan thousands of miles away.
Cranes circle around, a fairyland on earth.
Near the tortoise stele on Little Lotus Peak, she saw Hong Xixiang and asked with a smile, "Hey, little Taoist priest, how boring this mountain is, why don't you marry me? How interesting."
He still blushed and couldn't say a word.
Later, there was no later, and I never met again.
He only knew that her name was Xu Zhihu, and that she liked to wear dazzling red clothes. In the end, he only heard her say to herself that day, "I really want to ride a yellow crane".
Hong Xixiang pinched his fingers again, making an exception and counting twice a day.
I'm thinking about whether I can go down the mountain in this life.
I'm thinking about whether I can ride a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River.
He didn't know that he would definitely be regarded as a fairy if he descended the mountain like no one before or after.
On the top of Wudang Mountain, dark clouds shrouded, and thunder could be faintly heard.
Hong Xixiang suddenly raised his head and stood up, looking in the direction of Xuanxian Peak.