Chapter 218 After more than a hundred years, go to Wudang Mountain
Chapter 218 More than a hundred years later, going to Wudang Mountain [Please subscribe]
Author: Three Color Cup Milk Tea
Chapter 218 More than a hundred years later, going to Wudang Mountain [Please subscribe]
Zhaohua is fleeting, and a hundred years pass by in the blink of an eye.
2015, midsummer.
One hundred and seventeen-year-old Zhou Hexuan has become very old, and his formerly straight waist has become bent.
His face was full of wrinkles, and his clear eyes were also cloudy.
He obviously felt that his body functions were declining and his appetite was getting worse.
He had a premonition that his time was running out, his time was approaching, and he would probably burp into heaven soon.
Therefore, Zhou Hexuan, who is a world-famous modern and contemporary writer, historian, musician, political commentator, calligrapher, orator and many other honorary titles, took advantage of the fact that he was still sober to arrange his posthumous affairs reasonably.
, and completed the distribution of countless family properties.
Although it cannot be said that it can satisfy all descendants, it can be said that the rain and dew are equally distributed and everyone is taken care of.
Later, while he was still able to move, Zhou Hexuan came to the mainland from Xiangjiang in a low-key manner.
To be precise, it is Wudang Mountain.
The arrival of this literary giant caused turmoil in all walks of life under Wudang Mountain, and government officials accompanied him personally.
"Mr. Zhou, do you want to go to Wudang Mountain? Isn't this not appropriate?"
When they learned that Zhou Hexuan wanted to go to Wudang Mountain to have a look, the government officials were stunned.
"There's nothing inappropriate. Sorry to bother you all, I'll walk up slowly by myself."
Zhou Hexuan leaned on his crutch and stared blankly at the majestic mountains in front of him, as if he recalled the time when he met the old immortal Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, a hundred years ago.
Now that the deadline is approaching, he wants to see the old immortal again and listen to his teachings, so that he can die without regrets.
"boom"
As soon as Zhou Hexuan finished speaking, everyone present was shocked.
Are you kidding? This old gentleman is over a hundred years old. If he were allowed to climb the mountain, he would most likely die on the way.
If something like this really happens, let alone the local government, not even the central government will be able to take responsibility.
By then, international accusations will be overwhelming, and it will be considered a major event that shakes the world.
"Mr. Zhou, it's not that we have to stop you, but your body."
A government official stepped forward and said cautiously.
"Yes, grandpa, why do you have to go to Wudang Mountain? Is there anything you can tell us?"
Zhou Hexuan's great-granddaughter Lin Xiao has been by his side, but she doesn't understand why her great-grandfather insists on going to Wudang Mountain. Seeing this, she also asked.
"No, you don't understand! I can feel it, I'm dying."
Zhou Hexuan said persistently: "If I can't go up and have a look before I die, I won't die in peace."
"You insist on going to Wudang Mountain, but are there your old friends on the mountain?"
At this time, a government employee suddenly said that he thought that Zhou Hexuan had always had a close relationship with Wudang Mountain in the first half of his life. However, before liberation, Zhou Hexuan left the mainland for Xiangjiang and did not move around with the mainland until recent years.
In this way, perhaps Zhou Hexuan missed an old friend and wanted to visit that old friend before he died.
"Hey, young man, you are right. I haven't seen that old god in more than eighty years."
Seeing that someone could guess his thoughts, Zhou Hexuan couldn't help but turn his head and look at the person, nodded and said.
"Why don't we ask the Religious Affairs Management Office first to see if your friend is still alive more than eighty years ago?"
Hearing this, the government staff were speechless. Do you think everyone lives as long as you? It's hard to say whether your old friend is still alive.
"Yes, the old god must be here. He has lived for more than seven hundred years, and there will definitely be no problem in living for another hundred years."
Seeing government officials blocking him repeatedly, Zhou Hexuan's enthusiasm waned and he didn't want to say anything more, so he strode towards the road up the mountain.
As soon as he moved, the bodyguards around him naturally followed suit, and his great-granddaughter Lin Xiao also quickly followed.
The information revealed by Zhou Hexuan inadvertently shocked the staff present.
"An old immortal who has lived for more than seven hundred years? Is he Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang sect?"
At this time, a staff member suddenly said.
"Most likely."
Upon hearing this, the others calculated the time and found that only Zhang Sanfeng from the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty could match the number.
But how is this possible?
Is there any immortal person in the world?
In the crowd, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man listened and quietly withdrew from the team without changing his expression.
"Report to the leader that Zhou Hexuan insists on going to Wudang Mountain. His target is an old immortal who has lived for more than 700 years. The other party is suspected to be Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang sect."
After arriving at a remote place, the man took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and said quickly.
"Okay, keep in touch."
The other end of the phone just gave instructions and hung up.
Soon, the news was conveyed to the top, and a big leader gave clear instructions: All units should try their best to help Zhou Hexuan go to Wudang, pay close attention to the people he comes into contact with, and make sure that their meeting goes smoothly.
Of course, Zhou Hexuan didn't know about high-level matters and didn't bother to care about them.
Under the instructions of the top management and the help of all parties, he easily climbed up the Tianzhu Peak, which is more than 1,600 meters high, and came to the Wudang Sect.
After receiving the instructions, the current head of the Wudang Sect, Taoist Priest Qingwei, came with all the Wudang disciples to greet him.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, a humble man of humble means, is the leader of Wudang! We welcome Mr. Zhou from afar, we are honored to come from afar!"
Taoist Priest Qingwei, who was nearly sixty years old, had a rosy complexion. He saw Zhou Hexuan and his entourage arriving from a distance, and went up to greet them with a Taoist salute.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, I have met the Taoist Master."
Zhou Hexuan bowed in return and said politely.
Afterwards, both parties arrived at the Zhenwu Hall, where the guests and hosts took their seats.
"I dare to ask, Master, if the old immortal Zhang Zhenren, the founder of your noble sect, is still in the world?"
After greetings and greetings for a while, Zhou Hexuan couldn't wait to ask.
"Mr. Zhou is joking. It has been nearly a thousand years since our sect was founded. The founder has already ascended to the immortal world. How can he still be in the human world?"
Qingwei's eyes flickered for a moment, not understanding the other party's intention, so she spoke.
"Did Master Zhang ascend? When did he ascend? The last time I saw him, Master Zhang said he was still far from the fairyland. Why did he ascend after not seeing him for a hundred years?"
When Zhou Hexuan heard this, he became excited instantly and asked again.
"Oh? Mr. Zhou has met the Patriarch?"
Taoist Priest Qingwei paused when he heard this, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he asked curiously.
Not only him, but everyone present looked excited. A staff member quietly took out a recording pen and recorded the incident.
This is the big news of the century. Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties, actually lived a hundred years ago and met the great writer Zhou Hexuan.
"That was more than a hundred years ago. Not long after I came back from Nanyang, I wrote the trilogy "The Condor Shooting". Because I thought my serialization speed was too slow, the great warlord Chu Yupu used force to force me to write the trilogy and put me under house arrest. He also admired my talent.
, appointed me as foreign language secretary."
When Zhou Hexuan heard this, his thoughts went back to more than a hundred years ago, and he slowly told the world a shocking secret.
"That day, I was conceiving "The Rise of the Great Powers" in the study room of Chu Yupu's small foreign-style building. Suddenly I heard a burst of gunfire, so I got up and went out to check."
"At this glance, I was surprised to find that in the hall on the first floor stood an old Taoist priest with an immortal style. He was surrounded by more than a dozen big-headed soldiers, each of whom pointed a gun at the old Taoist priest.
But the old Taoist priest's feet were full of bullets. It seems that those bullets were shot at the old immortal, but the old immortal used his magical power to resolve them."
"It's just that I didn't see Chu Yupu. I heard later that Chu Yupu had been killed by the old god because of his serious sins!"
"Subsequently, the old god read the manuscript of the "The Condor" trilogy in my study. To be honest, I was quite embarrassed and dreamy at that time."
"After all, the description of the old immortal's disciples in Yitian was so bad that I thought the old immortal was here to cause trouble for me."
Hearing this, everyone present smiled, as if they could understand Zhou Hexuan's mood at that time.
However, even if they only listened to Zhou Hexuan's narration, everyone was still fascinated.
Yes, an old immortal who has lived for more than seven hundred years suddenly appeared and came to visit because he wrote about the deeds of him and his disciples. I am afraid that everyone will be like Zhou Hexuan, who is in a dream, right?
"Later, I asked the old immortal to leave Tianjin quickly, because Chu Yupu was Zhang Zongchang's subordinate at that time, and Zhang Zongchang had always been unreasonable. I was afraid that Zhang Zongchang would cause trouble for the old immortal."
Zhou Hexuan then said: "I didn't know that the old god said something to me."
"What did the Patriarch say?"
Qingwei listened with interest and asked excitedly.
"The old god said: 'Oh, it seems that you know nothing about the strength of the old man!' Then he took my arm and took me to the sky."
Zhou Hexuan had a nostalgic look on his face and said, "When I came to my senses, I was already standing on an auspicious cloud with the old god, at least three or four thousand meters above the ground."
"Wow"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was in an uproar.
Flying to heaven, this is the ultimate dream in human history.
And, Xiangyun.
This is exactly like the soaring clouds and mist in myths and legends.
"You are so lucky to be flying in the clouds with the Patriarch!"
Taoist Priest Qingwei's words were full of envy and he said.
"Yes, later I saw that the old immortal could soar into the clouds and ride the mist. He was not practicing martial arts as I thought. I immediately asked the old immortal to accept me as his disciple and teach me the way of immortality."
Zhou Hexuan smiled and continued.
"What happened later? Did the old god teach you the immortal way?"
Lin Xiao asked.
Others also stared at Zhou Hexuan closely, waiting for his answer.
"No, the old god said that I don't have immortal bones and can't step into the gate of immortality."
Under everyone's expectant gaze, Zhou Hexuan shook his head and said.
"Immortal bones? What are immortal bones?"
Lin Xiao asked curiously.
"I don't know either. The old god didn't explain it. He just said that I don't have immortal bones."
Zhou Hexuan shook his head and continued: "Just when I was disappointed, the old god gave me two magic weapons."
"There are ten Herbal Pills in a small jade bottle. After eating them, all diseases can be eliminated. I took one, and then I gave one to each of the nine wives. The last remaining jade bottle, I placed
Mingcheng Museum.”
"There is also a cassock. I was able to create with peace of mind in an environment full of artillery fire, without being threatened by major warlords. The cassock given by the old god is a great contribution."
"Xiaoxiao, after I die, the robe will automatically fall off. At that time, you can personally return the robe to Wudang and hand it over to Taoist Priest Qingwei to repay the old god's kindness."
Having said this, Zhou Hexuan looked at Lin Xiao, his closest great-granddaughter, and told her.
"boom"
The elixir and the robe. These two legendary existences actually appeared in front of me alive.
In an instant, everyone at the scene showed excitement, as if they were in a myth and legend, making them feel dizzy.
At the same time, Zhou Hexuan's words also solved a century-old mystery.
Why was Zhou Hexuan able to live for more than a hundred years, and his nine concubines all lived a long life without any disease or disaster?
It was only in the past few years that his nine concubines passed away one after another, but each of them did not pass away until they were one hundred years old.
It turns out that all this happened because of the elixir given by the old god.
"Oh, no wonder, my grandpa has never told me about the origin of that little jade bottle."
Lin Xiao was suddenly enlightened. Apparently he also thought of the small jade bottle, but thought of the death mentioned by Zhou Hexuan. He felt a little sad and said comfortingly: "Grandpa, don't worry, you will definitely live another hundred years."
"Mr. Zhou, since it is a robe given by the Patriarch, I, the Wudang Sect, do not dare to get involved. It should be inherited by the Zhou family."
Taoist Priest Qingwei glanced at everyone present imperceptibly, with thoughts swirling in his mind, and refused.
He knew that although Zhou Hexuan didn't care, there were staff at the scene and heard about it.
In this case, the Wudang Sect cannot keep such a magical robe, so it would be better to withdraw voluntarily.
Sure enough, after listening to what he said, several staff members nodded imperceptibly.
"Xiaoxiao, you have heard my will and do as I say."
How could Zhou Hexuan not know that Wudang could not be saved, not even the Zhou family could be saved, but once the words were spoken, there was no room for reversal.
However, he has lived for more than a hundred years, and he is not a fool. When he said this, he naturally had some considerations.
"Taoist Priest, may I ask when did the old immortal ascend?"
After talking about the past, what Zhou Hexuan cared about most was whether he could see the old immortal Zhang Sanfeng again before he died.
"To be honest with Mr. Zhou, the old Taoist has never met the Patriarch, nor does he know that the Patriarch is still alive. He thought that he had ascended to the immortal world as early as the Ming Dynasty."
Taoist Priest Qingwei heard this and said with a wry smile.
As the head of the family, he had never met his ancestor, and he only learned the truth from an outsider.
This is pretty fucked up.
"ah"
Zhou Hexuan's heart froze when he heard this.
It turns out that this was just a wonderful misunderstanding.
He thought that Taoist Priest Qingwei knew about the old god, but he never thought that it was just the other party's excuse.
If he had known this, he wouldn't have told the whole story about what happened back then.
"Boy, why are you looking for an old man?"
At this moment, a faint voice came from a distance and entered the Zhenwu Hall.