Chapter 480 Martial Saint: Do You Have Any Opponents?

"Senior Brother Zhiwei, what does this mean? Aren't we visiting the scenery of Wudang? You asked me to take your fellow disciples, why don't you come with us?"

Zhou Sheng was a little confused by Zhang Zhiwei's sentence without beginning or end.

"I have something to take care of!"

Zhang Zhiwei said calmly, without looking back, and kept looking in a certain direction in the distance.

Zhou Sheng felt strange and looked where Zhang Zhiwei was looking, but still saw nothing except clouds and mountains.

Zhang Huaiyi also looked there frequently, and then said thoughtfully:

"Senior Brother, you just said that we will return to Longhu Mountain soon, but didn't we come to Wudang to deliver a letter to the charterer? Now the Wudang Sect Leader has not seen him, and the letter has not been sent..."

He reacted: "Senior brother, have you seen the Wudang Clan leader?"

As he said that, he glanced in that direction again.

Upon hearing this, Tian Jinzhong, Lu Ci, and Lu Ren all looked in that direction frequently.

"What are you looking at? Martial arts master? Where are you? Why can't I see anything!"

Tian Jinzhong said with a puzzled look. He thought others had seen it, but he hadn't.

"I didn't see anything except mountain peaks and clouds!" Lu Ren said.

"Me too!" Lu Ci said.

"That direction..." Zhou Sheng said thoughtfully: "That is the direction of Zhanqi Peak, where the Prince's Cave is where the sect leader meditates. Could it be that Senior Brother Zhiwei just saw the Master's figure, or received a message from the Master? "

"Master has not been out of seclusion for a long time!" Zhou Meng said.

"Don't Wudang Clan Master take care of things?" Zhang Huaiyi asked. He thought of his master. Every morning before dawn, he would already go to the Great Shangqing Palace to handle matters.

"Master has stopped caring about these common things for many years!" Zhou Sheng said, "I feel ashamed to say it, but in fact, in all these years of being in the mountains, we have only seen Master a handful of times."

"Really?" Zhang Zhiwei pursed his lips and said, "Isn't it right there? Standing on a mountain shrouded in mist, is a thin old man with a long beard!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned and looked over, but still saw nothing.

"there is?"

"Didn't see it!"

"Senior Brother Zhang, don't make such a joke, it's not funny at all!"

"The tall and bearded Taoist, this is indeed the image of Master!" Zhou Sheng said, "We can't see it, but Senior Brother Zhang can see it. This means that Master wants to see Senior Brother Zhang, but not us. How about we avoid it?"

"It doesn't have to be like this, I used to do it!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Senior Brother Zhang, if you want to go to Zhanqifeng..." Zhou Sheng was about to point the way, but saw Zhang Zhiwei move, his whole body was filled with white energy, and he flew away in the clouds and mist.

"This, this, this..."

Zhou Meng Hongyin and others looked at this shocking scene, dumbfounded, their brains shut down, and they were almost speechless. The absurd idea that Senior Brother Zhang was going to fly away on Wudang Mountain even came to his mind.

Zhang Huaiyi's eyes followed Zhang Zhiwei's figure, and he murmured to himself: "The effect of reverse regeneration is really powerful. No matter how many times I see it, I always feel astonished!"

"Who says it's not the case?" Lu Ci said, "When I think that Lu Jin, a prude, can be like this in the future, I feel so angry!"

"Then you don't have to worry about this in the short term. It took decades of hard work for the Zuomen to reach this level. I'm afraid it won't be easy for Xiao Lu to reach it!" Lu Ren said with a smile.

"Who said that?" Lu Ci said: "Didn't Senior Brother Zhang master it immediately? With Senior Brother Zhang here, wouldn't it be a matter of time before Lu Jin mastered it?"

"This..." Lu Ren was speechless for a moment. This is really the truth. The method of reversing life is the secret skill of the Trinity Sect. The Zuo Sect Chief made an exception and passed it on to Senior Brother Zhang. In addition, due to the relationship between Senior Brother Zhang and Lu Jin, this If you don't give me some advice, it won't make sense.

And with Senior Brother Zhang’s oral and heart-to-heart teachings, how could anyone not learn it? Sure enough, these older generations are not only powerful in their methods, but they are also not weak in calculations in terms of human relations and sophistication!

The third level of reverse birth, is this the effect of the third level of reverse birth? But isn't this the secret skill of Trinity Sect? Why would Senior Brother Zhang Zhiwei... Zhou Sheng stared at Zhang Zhiwei closely, listening to the conversation between Lu Ci and others, feeling very puzzled.

Zhang Zhiwei's Qi transformed into his whole body, soared into the air to control the wind, and drew a huge arc in the air, crossing half of the Tianzhu Peak, and landed at the place where he saw the tall, thin and long-bearded old man appear just now.

But at this moment, there was no one here. When the old Taoist priest saw him flying over, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he moved and disappeared across the mountains as if nothing.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the direction in which the old Taoist disappeared and said to himself: "Is this method the Yangshen? I advance and you retreat, what does it mean?"

While he was puzzled, a voice came to his ears, inviting him to meet him in the Prince's Cave.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't know where the Prince's Cave was, but the moment the sound rang in his ears, he felt blessed and immediately felt it, as if there was something guiding him from somewhere.

"Mr. Xuanmen not only talks in roundabout ways and is vague, but also does things the same way. If it's me who wants to see you, just let me know and I'll see you directly..."

Zhang Zhiwei cursed and immediately walked towards the Prince's Cave.

On the Zhanqi Peak, there are towering ancient trees and greenery everywhere. After walking about five or six hundred meters, a stone tablet over one meter high comes into view. On the stone tablet are engraved three powerful red letters - "Prince Cave".

Looking at these three words, it is not difficult for Zhang Zhiwei to think of the training place of Emperor Zhenwu.

Because before Emperor Zhenwu became a god, he was the prince of Jingle Kingdom. He practiced in Wudang Mountain, so the place where he practiced was called Prince Cave.

Zhang Zhiwei walked into the cave. As soon as he entered, he saw a statue of a young man wearing a yellow robe and holding a book enshrined in the cave. This was the young image of Emperor Zhenwu.

Emperor Zhenwu was kind to Zhang Zhiwei, so Zhang Zhiwei stopped in front of the emperor's statue, saluted and offered incense.

After finishing the incense, I continued walking inside. After about ten steps, I saw a tall old Taoist priest with white hair and a childlike face sitting on a stone chair, reading a book in his hand.

"Master Sun?"

Zhang Zhiwei said.

Taoist priests are also divided into regions.

In Longhu Mountain, Taoist priests with high virtues and high prestige are called Gao Gong, so they are often called such-and-such Gao Gong. Even when Zhang Zhiwei came down the mountain, many people called him Little Gao Gong.

But in Wudang Mountain, Taoist priests with high moral integrity are called Ye.

Therefore, in the plot, Hong Yin, one of the three Wudang elders, is called Mr. Hong, and Xiao Lu is called Mr. Lu. Even when Wang calls Chen Jinkui, one of the ten elders, he does not call him Mr. Chen or Mr. Kui, but Mr. Kui.

Now in Wudang Mountain, Zhang Zhiwei naturally followed the local customs and called the head of the Wudang clan Master Sun. After all, they were both Taoist priests. It was a bit too foreign to call him the clan leader Sun. Moreover, given the age of the other party, even if he really called him his master, it would be more than enough.

"I have long admired your name, little master!"

The old Taoist priest put the book on the stone table, looked at Zhang Zhiwei, and said kindly. He also chose to call Zhang Zhiwei the title of Longhu Mountain.

Actually, it's not impossible if you call me Master Zhang or Master Wei... Zhang Zhiwei cursed in his heart and glanced at the book the old Taoist priest put on the stone table.

I found that they are all very classic Taoist introductory books. Although they are simple, they are orthodox and mellow. They are Taoist canons recognized by various schools.

Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised. As the leader of the Wudang Sect, even if he wanted to read Taoist priests, he should also read some Taoist articles explaining profound principles. Why did he read the introductory chapter?

The old Taoist priest noticed Zhang Zhiwei's gaze and said with a smile: "Is the little master familiar with Taoism?"

"Skim reading!" Zhang Zhiwei said. He does know how to read a lot of Taoist canons, but he often only skims through the entire text. He does not hold it in a high position and studies and comprehends it every day.

"Very good, very good!" The old Taoist priest said with a smile: "In Wudang, there are a group of bull-nosed people who are not enthusiastic about the various magic spells, nor are they interested in the dual cultivation of life and life. They spend more time studying those skills every day. Boring classic!”

Such Taoist priests are also found in Longhu Mountain and Maoshan, and there are quite a few of them. Although Zhang Zhiwei is not such a Taoist priest, he still maintains sufficient respect for them.

"They try to get the truth about the Dao from these Taoist canons, but in fact..."

The old Taoist priest shook his head and sighed: "In the past, when Zhongni died, he said nothing, and when his seventy-year-old son died, he was righteous and obedient. Therefore, "Spring and Autumn" is divided into five, "Poetry" is divided into four, and "Yi" has biographies from several families... …”

The general meaning of this sentence is that after the death of Confucius and his direct disciples, many principles disappeared. Therefore, there are five annotations for "Spring and Autumn", four annotations for "The Book of Songs", and even more annotations for "The Book of Changes". Countless.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded secretly. This is indeed the case. Many ancient classics that have been passed down to the present may be things that have been annotated hundreds of times. They have long lost their original principles and principles, and may even be completely different.

Trying to understand the great truth from these Taoist canons that have been translated and annotated countless times is simply a fool's errand. It seems that the leader of the Wudang Sect is also quite dissatisfied with those Taoist priests who only know how to read.

"Master Sun has great insights!"

Zhang Zhiwei said that he looked at the Wudang Sect Leader from a close distance and realized that except for the white hair on his head, at first glance, he looked like he was in his early forties, calm and capable, but at a second look, he felt that he was very old and had a certain age. Seventy or eighty years old.

"What kind of opinion is this? Please sit down, little master!" said the old Taoist priest.

Zhang Zhiwei walked to the stone chair opposite the old Taoist priest and sat down.

The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "When I looked at Yuxu Palace before, I could see the elegance of Xiao Gao Gong's preaching. Now that we are face to face, we can see how extraordinary Xiao Gao Gong is!"

It turns out that when they were in Yuxu Palace, the other party had been observing in secret. It seemed that what Wang Zhongsheng said was indeed true. The cicadas knew before the autumn wind moved that the other party had already cultivated the way of sincerity, and he could see the good and bad fortunes in a single thought... Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself.

As for the other party's appreciation for him, he only thought that the other party was being polite, but in fact, the old Taoist priest's eyes were extremely serious, and he was looking at Zhang Zhiwei carefully.

If you are an ordinary person, being stared at like this, or by such a great master, must be quite unaccustomed.

But Zhang Zhiwei looked like this. Just as Zhang Jingqing criticized, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes are on the top of his head, on his feet, and on his belly, but they are not where they should be.

Because he has never been interested in the opinions of outsiders, and naturally he will not be affected by the eyes of outsiders. Even if the person in front of him is the head of Wudang, known as the Martial Saint, the Martial Saint, the all-rounder, the best in the world... that is No exception.

He took out the letter that the charterer had entrusted him to bring from the wallet that Isaac had given him that was enchanted with the Traceless Stretching Charm, put it on the stone table, and said:

"Master Sun, this is the letter that my apprentice asked me to bring to you. I have brought it to you. Do you have anything else to do? If not, I will go back to Longhu Mountain!"

The old Taoist priest picked up the letter, but did not open it. Instead, he said without beginning or end: "Do you have any rivals?"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the other party and was a little confused about the other party's intentions, but he still said: "There is no opponent, there has never been any opponent!"

"There is no opponent, which means you are number one?" the old Taoist priest smiled.

"If you don't have any opponents, how can you be one or two?" Zhang Zhiwei said.

The old Taoist priest put down the letter, tapped the cup of tea, and said: "Little masters are interesting. For practitioners, in the world, no one wants to be the first, and who is willing to be the second best. If there is no opponent, there is no high ground ahead." , there is no strong person anymore, this road has come to an end, reaching the top, how boring it must be!"

Zhang Zhiwei paused and said: "Even if you reach the top and reach the highest point, you can't continue to climb the high road. If there is no road ahead and no one above you, then just pave the way!"

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said: "So, small high kung fu is not the material for martial arts training. Tao can indeed be understood and practiced by oneself, even if there is no opponent. It’s no fun to turn into a grown man and bully a group of kids.”

"I have no opponent!" Zhang Zhiwei picked up a cup of tea and drank: "Then I am indeed not a martial artist!"

The old Taoist priest suddenly burst into laughter: "Little Gao Gong is Zhang Jingqing's apprentice, but you really have no similarities at all, but you have some similarities with me. However, I am a martial arts practitioner. Even if I enter Taoism from martial arts, my foundation is still there." You are also a martial artist, but you are not. You are naturally lucky!"

Zhang Zhiwei didn't care that the old Taoist priest said that he was very similar to him. On the contrary, he was very curious: "Master Sun knows my master?"

"Of course we know each other!" The old Taoist priest nodded and said: "Speaking of which, I quite admire your master. Although your master is average in means, he is a good Xuanmen master!"

"Why do you say this?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

The old Taoist priest said slowly: "Ordinary Xuanmen teachers can only teach some magic skills, and that's the case for me."

"A better teacher will teach students in accordance with their aptitude. Not only can they teach the basics, but they can also improve their mood. Your master is like this. As for the better ones..."

He paused after saying this: "He is willing to show the greatest patience and goodwill to all kinds of evil in the world. This kind of person, no matter he is on the right path or the evil path, as long as he is anywhere, he can make people there Get peace and relief, but I have never seen such a person.”