When Li Ziwang left Lejia, he did not wait for the bus. He took a van on Jiudao Street to the county seat and then took the tourist bus back to Zongmen.
Wudang is on the way from Fang County to Shishi. Li Ziwang returned to the foot of Wudang Mountain at about four o'clock, walked up the mountain, and went to a quiet Taoist temple located on the middle level of the mountain. He went to the private living room of the practitioners that was not open to the public to meet his master.
Yu Hui.
There are many Taoist temples in Shengwu Mountain that are inhabited by lay people. Most of the Wudang sect members live in the Eight Great Dao Temples. Elders at the ancient level like to live wherever they like. Some live in the mountains that are half caves and half self-built houses.
When people in the know see it, they don’t know whether it is a hermit who has seen through the world of mortals or a member of the Wudang Clan.
The Taoist temple where Yu Hui lives is small. Half of the house is built under the cliff. On one side it faces the cliff, and on the other side there is a small natural terrace for viewing the scenery. There are stone tables and chairs, and the edges of the terrace are filled with orchid pots.
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When Li Ziwang arrived, Yu Hui sat with the two of them around the table on the terrace. I don’t know how long they had been sitting there. The pot of tea on the table had already become cold. Nearby, the shadow of the mountain covered the terrace, and the distant peaks reflected the faint sunlight.
Golden, emerald peaks and continuous sunshine, sitting on the terrace and looking out into the distance, I feel like I am alone in the world, taking in all the mountains.
Yu Hui is an authentic Taoist disciple. He wears Taoist robes, a bun, and a bamboo hairpin. He is about fifty years old and has a handsome and beardless face. Sitting at the same table with him is a man who is about seventy years old and has black hair mixed with a few white hairs.
He has white eyebrows and a white beard, a round face, a bit plump and chubby, and looks the most joyful.
The younger of the two old men is Li Ziwang's master, Taoist Priest Liu Changhe, and the one with white beard and eyebrows is Taoist Priest Liu's fellow disciple Long Yan, both of whom are one generation older than Yu Hui.
The shadow of the mountain fell down, making the terrace look cold. The three Taoist priests, who have entered old age, all wear sky-blue robes, sit still, like three blue stalagmites.
Walking quietly to the terrace, Li Ziwang bent down and said, "I have met my uncle, my master, and my uncle Yu."
The three people who were looking down in concentration slowly opened their eyes. There was still a little sparkle in the eyes of the seventy-year-old man. The eyes of the old man with white eyebrows and white beard were as calm as an ancient well, without any waves: "Have you seen the little girl from the Le family?"
Long Yan originally wanted to say "little girl from the Le family", but in the end, although the girl from the Le family is the granddaughter of Le Hong, a famous disciple of Wudang, she is now a recognized disciple of the Immortal Medicine Sect, and her identity is not what it used to be. Even if she is the same generation as Master Le Hong,
You can no longer call them random names.
Liu Changhe was speechless, and Yu Hui didn't speak either.
Li Ziwang greeted the elders, walked to the stone table and sat down, poured a cup of herbal tea for the three elders, gave himself a cup, drank it all in one gulp, and then replied: "Disciple saw my nephew, but... the result was not the same.
To everyone’s satisfaction.”
Yu Hui was slightly startled: "Have all the gifts been returned?"
"The gift has not been returned," Li Ziwang smiled bitterly: "My nephew is a crystal-like person with a clear mind. I call her my nephew, but she never calls me uncle or uncle in return. She calls me Uncle Li, too.
I don’t call my uncles and uncles my ancestors. I only greet the sect’s envoys on behalf of my uncle Lehong and call the sect’s ancestors my seniors.”
There is only one word difference between Uncle Li and Master Li, but the slightest difference is thousands of miles away. The missing word "Master" is the difference between familiarity and unfamiliarity. Calling Uncle Li is similar to calling someone "Uncle" on the street.
At most, he is a little more familiar than passers-by.
Long Yan was silent, and Liu Changhe sighed softly: "It seems that Lehong has told all the things to future generations, and his descendants are worried."
No one spoke, and after a long silence, Yu Hui asked: "How is the newborn baby?"
The master and uncle didn't say anything, and Li Ziwang didn't know how to express his opinion. When the master asked, he respectfully replied: "Come back to the master, my little nephew looks like a tiger with a tough head. He is very smart. It is very pleasing to look at. I guess it must be
Excellent bones.”
"You kid is not talking nonsense. How can you be so bad with a sister like that? He must have been well-nurtured while still in his mother's belly." Yu Hui couldn't help but joked: "Your little nephew saw the gift in the gift box.
What did you say when you posted it?”
Li Ziwang shook his head and sighed: "I didn't say a word, but my nephew Guan Leyun's expression was not at all joyful, and could even be said to be very resistant. When he saw the jade sign you gave me, uncle, he also expressed seriousness.
I was hesitant and seemed not to accept it, so I explained that it was a personal gift from you, uncle. My nephew hesitated for a moment before reluctantly accepting it for me, and asked me to say in return, 'Thank you for your kindness, senior.'"
"From this point of view, sooner or later she will return the gift in other ways. Fortunately, she still remembers that his grandfather and I have a brotherhood, and there is a possibility of resolving the embarrassment."
"Uncle, my little nephew said something to me when she saw me off before I came back. She said she would go up the mountain to visit Master Yu when she becomes an adult."
Long Yan was surprised and asked suspiciously: "Aren't you paying homage to the Wudang Sect?"
"Uncle, my disciple heard clearly that Junior Nephew Le Yun was talking about visiting Master Yu, not worshiping Wudang." Li Ziwang had no other expression except a wry smile. Junior Nephew Le Yun was extremely defensive, even while chatting with him.
She never mentioned her friendship with the Wudang Sect, so how could she promise to worship the Wudang Sect in public? She said that going back to Shengwu Mountain to worship the Wudang Sect would be equivalent to admitting that she was a Wudang disciple.
"..." Yu Hui was silent for a moment and nodded gently: "I understand, she came to visit me because of some last words of Junior Brother Lehong. My nephew is only fifteen this year and has three years to reach adulthood. Can this be eliminated?
The grudge in her heart has been over these critical three years."
He paused and asked again: "Are there any people from the Jianghu sect in the Le family?"
"Yes, and no," Li Ziwang explained softly: "No one from the Jianghu sect went to Lejia to congratulate them today, but Yan, a disciple of the ancient Wuzhongli family, and the brother of the head of the Wanqi family, a medical family, were at the Lejia.
It seems that he is visiting the Lejia in a private capacity with a few dignitaries and descendants of Beijing, and it does not belong to the etiquette between sects."
Liu Changhe expressed his opinion: "This is better. If all the ancient martial arts and ancient cultivating families come to the Le family, they will definitely see some clues. His sect will definitely fight for the new Xiao Lin'er of the Le family as a disciple.
The reason why no one from each sect comes is because they are worried about the reputation of our sect as the leader of the place, and it is inconvenient to directly compete for it."
"Master, what if Junior Nephew Le helps her brother find another sect or the Guwu family to be his master?"
"We don't rule out that possibility, so you should pay attention to collecting information at any time, and we will also find time to discuss it with the elders." Liu Changhe stood up quietly: "I will go see Uncle Dongfang tonight and ask for some advice. Junior Brother Yu,
Li Ziwang, you also come with me."
"I'll go with you." Long Yan also stood up, took the fly whisk at his waist, and walked ahead.
Li Ziwang responded respectfully and followed his seniors to meet his great uncle Dongfang Taishi who was meditating in a temple on the top of the mountain.
