Wudang Mountain is located to the north of Dalong Lake in Huzhou. It is subject to rainy spells all year round, causing the Twelve Road Mountains to be shrouded in clouds and mist all year round...
Little Huya, wearing a red coat, jumped up and down the slippery bluestone steps, and her childish voice reached Lu Qingping's ears:
"I heard from my senior sister before that Patriarch Sanfeng sat in the Hidden Immortal Cave at Zhelong Peak. The peak is very small. When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see an ancient cave..."
The young man in golden clothes nodded, suddenly looked at the sky, and asked: "Then do you know how many years Senior Zhang Sanfeng has been sitting in the Yinxian Cave?"
Little Huya frowned, then lowered his head and clapped his fingers: "Senior Sister told me three years ago that she asked the Master when she was six years old. The Master said at that time that the Patriarch had been in retreat there for 138 years.
Years have passed. Senior sister is eighteen years old this year. When she was six years old, she was..."
"One hundred and thirty-eight plus eighteen years minus six years, plus three years. No, how about adding my three years..."
But Xiao Huya was stumped. She counted on her fingers for a long time, but she still couldn't come up with the answer.
Jiang Xiaodong rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but grimace in pain.
What a simple question, but this little girl made it so troublesome.
"Exactly one hundred and fifty years?"
The young man in brocade clothes sighed in his heart.
The information announced in the Palace of Reincarnation is that thirty years after Xuantian Shenglong Dao was destroyed, Zhang Junbao founded Wudang Mountain on the Xuantian site and named himself Zhang Sanfeng.
That year, he was fifty years old.
The information given by Xiao Huya was that Zhang Sanfeng had been in prison for 150 years.
This means that Zhang Sanfeng only stayed in charge of Wudang for twenty years after he founded it, and then left some things to later generations and took charge of it himself.
This sitting has lasted one hundred and fifty years, until today.
"Okay, you guys go up the mountain and tell your elders that Lu Qingping will be leaving soon. It would be great if we have a chance to meet senior Zhang Sanfeng. If not, we will leave."
Xiao Huya turned around, patted his little chest and said: "Don't worry, with me, Xu Huya, I will definitely allow you to meet Patriarch Sanfeng. Not to mention, you saved Senior Brother and Jiang Xiaodong. You are our Wudang Mountain
A great benefactor."
"Let's go up the mountain and ask the master to make arrangements for Brother Lu."
With that said, Little Huya pulled Jiang Xiaodong, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, up the mountain.
After walking a short distance, Lu Qingping turned around and smiled and waved.
Not long after they left.
An old man in white appeared next to Lu Qingping.
The young man in golden clothes asked: "Grandpa Xue, there should be forbidden laws imposed by Wudang Mountain on Hidden Dragon Peak. Can you take me in to see that Taoist Master Zhang without disturbing them?"
The old man said: "Don't Your Highness have to wait for their arrangements?"
Lu Qingping smiled and said: "I think it's too late for them to drive me away now. Instead of having them change their attitude and reject me, it's better for me to go by myself. It's just to paralyze them and avoid unnecessary conflicts. Anyway, I'm just going up the mountain."
Just give one thing to that old Taoist Zhang."
The old man smiled and said: "The forbidden method should only be arranged by the descendants of Wudang Mountain. It does not go beyond the realm of magical powers. For me, it is easy for the prince to pass it."
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In the Golden Palace of Wudang Mountain.
After hearing what Xu Huya and Jiang Xiaodong reported about Yamashita after they returned.
Among this generation of Wudang Seven Stars, various discussions immediately broke out.
"That young prince actually killed the laughing idiot from the Vajra Temple at the foot of Wudang Mountain!"
"What should we do? How can Wudang Mountain withstand the accountability of the Buddhist Holy Land? Senior Brother, please come up with an idea."
Several martial arts master-level Taoist priests had panic on their faces.
Zhao Qilu's face was heavy and he said: "The man was killed by the young prince, but he was trying to save Xiaodong, so he is inseparable from Wudang Mountain. But if this little Buddha can be sent away, then maybe the Vajra Temple will challenge us.
, it will also be less.”
After all, the people who killed Monk Laughing Chi have already left Wudang Mountain. The King Kong Temple should look for the murderous prince to be the main culprit. Even if they are still blamed, it won't be too big.
"Okay, let's do it like this. Didn't the young prince say that if he couldn't arrange a meeting with Patriarch Sanfeng, he would leave soon? Then he replied to him that something suddenly went wrong in Patriarch Sanfeng's retreat, something happened, and he couldn't
If you are disturbed again, you need to meditate. I think the young prince will have no choice but to leave after hearing this."
"Well, let's just let someone tell the young prince."
"Then if there is any criticism at the Vajra Temple, what should we do?"
The leader Zhao Qilu's eyes flickered and he said: "The dignified Buddhist holy land shouldn't be too difficult for our small sect. If they really want us to come up with an explanation, it depends on what they want."
"What if they want Xiaodong?"
"this……"
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Just when the Wudang Seven Stars were discussing this very serious matter in the Golden Palace of Wudang Mountain.
Hidden Dragon Peak.
Xue Shengbai led Lu Qingping all the way to break the formation without alerting anyone.
He was sent by Lu Qi to protect Lu Qingping. His cultivation level was at the peak of magical power and Dharma. He was only half a step away from becoming a real person of Yuanshen, and his knowledge was very complicated.
"Okay, Grandpa Xue, just stay here, I will go up the mountain alone."
After passing the ban on going up the mountain, Lu Qingping asked the old man to stop.
The old man was in trouble, "Well, the old man doesn't know good and evil, how can I let your son go into unknown dangers alone?"
Lu Qingping said with a smile: "I have no enmity with him. I am just visiting here because of his fame. What dangers will there be? Well, this is an order. Just wait here."
It's not that he had to go alone, it's just that the box and bag of tips, as well as what he said to Zhang Sanfeng, were relatively personal matters for the old Taoist, and it was not easy to spread them to others.
Xue Shengbai watched the young man in brocade walking up the stone steps to the top of Zhelong Peak.
He looked at the top of the peak. It was not too far away. If anything happened, he should be able to get over.
After pondering for a moment, the old man said to himself: "Your Majesty killed the laughing idiot monk at the foot of the mountain. Although he had the support of the prince, when he went to the capital, the Vajra Temple did not dare to go to the capital to cause trouble, but he was afraid that one or two Vajras would kill him on the way.
Temple monk."
He decided that it was better to send a message to the palace. It would be best to ask Zhenren Sun Ci to come over and escort His Highness to the capital to avoid being caught off guard on the way.
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Lu Qingping was walking on the path of Zhelong Peak.
The mountain was indeed not big, and with his pace, he reached the top of the mountain very quickly.
Indeed, as Xiao Huya said, once you go up the mountain, you can see an ancient cave.
There is a small opening between the rock walls on the top of the mountain, as if there is light, and there are three words written on the left hand side.
"Hidden Immortal Cave"
This ancient cave is very ordinary, just like a natural cliff cave.
At this time, the fog became even worse, making the boy's clothes wet.
He stood in front of the cave and said loudly: "The junior Lu Qingping has come to pay homage to senior Zhang Sanfeng. I would like to pray for you. I have something important to give to my senior."
Buzz buzz~
When the young man spoke, he used all his strength, and his voice echoed in all directions.
Especially after entering the ancient cave, there are echoes, showing the emptiness inside the ancient cave.
Inside the cave.
A slovenly old Taoist wearing torn Taoist robes was lying on a large rocky mountain, leaning on his forehead with his hands, sleeping deeply. His breath was long and evenly exhaled from his mouth and nose, and he seemed to be sleeping well.
Lu Qingping shouted three times in a row, but there was no response.
His ears moved slightly and he heard the long breathing.
The young man in brocade clothes stood there thinking, took a deep breath, and then strode towards the cave.
The cave is very small.
At the beginning it was very narrow, and then I was able to understand people. After taking dozens of steps, I suddenly became enlightened.
But I saw a heaven and earth that looked like a round sky and a square place in front of my eyes.
The slovenly old Taoist priest was lying on a big stone and sleeping deeply, breathing long and long.
Lu Qingping stood not far away, raised her hands and shouted: "The younger generation, Lu Qingping, pays homage to Senior Zhang."
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There were echoes in the cave.
The old man still didn't wake up.
Seeing this, Lu Qingping took a deep breath, took out the brocade box from the storage bag, and said loudly:
"The junior has something important that I want to give to the senior."
this moment.
At the moment this brocade box appeared in the cave.
The old Taoist priest in his sleep seemed to be aware of something, sensing something familiar.
"Ah~"
He closed his eyes and yawned loudly.
Then slowly wake up.
"Sleeping Fairy! Sleeping Fairy! I'm lying on a stone root and forget my years!"
"Ah~"
After the old Taoist recited a poem, he yawned again, like an old dragon waking up after sleeping for a long time.
The vibration caused the walls of the cave to shake.
He stared sleepily in confusion, stretched his waist, and asked in an unusually mellow voice:
"What era is it outside now? Which generation of Wudang disciples are here?"
Seeing that the old Taoist had finally been awakened, Lu Qingping held up her hands and smiled and said: "My junior name is Lu and my name is Qingping. I pay my respects to senior Zhang Sanfeng."
After introducing himself, he continued: "It is now the 28th year of the founding of the Southern Sui Dynasty outside. However, this junior is not a disciple of Wudang Mountain. He was just a guest in Wudang Mountain recently and accidentally discovered it under an acacia tree on the hillside of Xuanwu Peak.
An ancient object was a wooden box. After the junior boldly opened the box, he unexpectedly found a message on the box, which was left for a man named Zhang Junbao. According to the common name of senior Zhang Sanfeng before he became a monk, he was called Zhang Junbao.
Then he never dared to open the contents of the box, but came here to hand this object over to the senior."
Zhang Sanfeng opened his eyes completely at this time.
Lu Qingping also saw this familiar face clearly.
A tall young man from two hundred years ago.
A sloppy old Taoist priest two hundred years later.
It's just that the old Taoist's brows now have more majesty, his aura is grand, and his temperament is no different from the Taoist master Lu Qingping imagined.
The old Taoist looked at Lu Qingping with a smile, and first praised, "The little kid has good bones."
He glanced at the brocade box in the young man's hand unintentionally at first, and waited until he saw the few lines of words revealed after the brocade box was opened.
"The brocade book secretly conveys love and affection, and the pocket contains all the feelings in the heart - Zhang Junbaoqi of wood."
Suddenly, the eyes of Zhang Sanfeng, who was over two hundred years old, started to waver.
"This, this, where did you get it..."
Lu Qingping said softly: "When this junior was resting under an old acacia tree halfway up the Xuanwu Peak, he accidentally found a corner and dug it out. Judging from the beautiful handwriting, it should be a woman who was buried there at some time."
Right."
"Can you show it to the old man?" Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his hand, but his tone was trembling.
"This property belongs to its original owner. Please accept it, senior."
As soon as Lu Qingping handed it over, the brocade box was in Zhang Sanfeng's hands.
On the big rock, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Su Xiuxiu's handwriting, and seemed to see the bright and intelligent girl dancing with the sword on the rainy day before his eyes.
Suddenly, he looked at the decayed wooden box and the ancient kit.
He also saw his white hair.
Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but lose consciousness and said softly:
"Surprisingly, it was already two hundred years ago."
Then, the old Taoist laughed suddenly and looked at the kit in the box for a long time.
After a long time, he reached out and hesitated slightly, but finally opened it...