Chapter 488 The Misunderstanding Is Resolved, the Inheritance of the Hidden Immortal

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At the northern foot of Wudang Mountain, in front of the straight plaque of Jingle Palace, the bell and pestle wrapped in red cloth hit the bronze bell one after another. The bells sounded loudly. The Taoist priests in Wudang, all with solemn faces, walked towards the water pool in the back mountain. And go.

Soon, there were many Taoist priests standing on the cliffs around the valley, and people from around the Jingle Palace came, old and young, all with solemn eyes.

The most senior among them was the bald, red-faced old man with a long beard that Zhang Zhiwei had seen in the Alchemy Hall of Jingle Palace.

He is the senior brother of Wudang Clan Leader. As soon as he arrived here, all the Taoist priests immediately had a backbone, waiting for him to speak.

The red-faced old Taoist looked at the Wudang Clan Chief who was lying on the lion's back. He was different from the Wudang Clan Chief who entered Taoism through martial arts and became a monk halfway.

He has been a member of Wudang since he was a child, and his qualifications are frightening. The previous sect leader was his senior brother. Logically speaking, after he passed away as the sect leader, he should succeed him. However, for some reasons, Mr. Sun took over instead. .

There was no intriguing reason for this. It was simply that the other party was so skillful that he admired it. Therefore, when the juniors around him said that the Wudang Clan leader might have problems because of Zhang Zhiwei, he didn't believe it.

Moreover, when he was at the Jing Le Palace, he saw with his own eyes the head of the Wudang Clan bringing Zhang Zhiwei out for instruction. He knew the cause, and with the other party's posture, it didn't look like he had been hurt or harmed. , I guess he is really enlightening as Zhang Zhiwei said.

However, since it is enlightenment, why is there no breath? The old Taoist also had some doubts in his heart. In fact, not only him, but also Zhang Zhiwei felt a little bit in his heart at the beginning, wondering if the other party had passed away.

"I already know the reason for this matter and it has nothing to do with the Little Heavenly Master. Don't mess around here!"

The old Taoist looked at the seven people who were knocked away by Zhang Zhiwei before and said in a deep voice.

He is in charge of the Jingle Palace. It is adjacent to the Jingle Palace. The first people to come here are naturally people from the Jingle Palace. These seven people are all his disciples. Even Zhou Sheng and Zhou Meng are his disciples. Someone from the same lineage had an accident just now, and Zhou Meng came to see him immediately.

In fact, he was personally very satisfied with these seven people, but he didn't expect that when the seven people joined forces and used the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation, they were actually knocked away with one blow. This was really unexpected. No wonder the head disciple was so interested in this little boy. The Heavenly Master attaches great importance to it.

Hearing the master's rebuke, the seven Taoist priests, who had dull faces and were still immersed in the aftertaste of Zhang Zhiwei's punch, suddenly came to their senses. They suddenly felt aggrieved and subconsciously defended themselves.

"Master, we were worried about Master Sun's safety, but Zhang Zhiwei kept blocking him. We were anxious, so we took action..." one of them said.

"Shut up!"

The old Taoist interrupted: "Yes, you are indeed worried about the safety of the gate leader, but this is not the reason for your action. You just thought that something might happen to the gate leader, and you were confused and depressed. Your delusional thoughts occupied the spiritual platform and dominated your thinking. Six gods have no master. Then I just wanted to do something randomly to vent this frustrated energy and free myself from this emotion for a short time, and the little heavenly master who stopped you happened to be your target. "

The old Taoist sternly reprimanded: "You are all old cultivators. Are you young people who have no ability to discern? No, you are not. You are indulging your own emotions. In this way, how are you different from the whole nature? ? Go to the Taoist Hall to sit quietly and think about your mistakes, and copy the Tao Te Ching three hundred times each!"

After the old Taoist priest revealed their thoughts in this way, the seven Taoist priests immediately became ashamed to stay here any longer and left with a look of shame. Even because they left in such a hurry, they did not even take away the peach wood sword that Zhang Zhiwei had previously knocked away.

"Pick up the sword, pick up the sword!!" The old Taoist said in a deep voice.

"This senior is very sensible!" Seeing this situation, Tian Jinzhong whispered.

Zhang Huaiyi also let go of what he had been mentioning. He glanced at Zhang Zhiwei and said:

"This senior from Wudang is indeed very sensible. I just thought he was going to hit the young one and the old one. It was a false alarm!"

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Zhiwei said, "Are we, the seniors at Longhu Mountain, ignorant of the truth?"

"How is that possible?" Zhang Huaiyi said with a sneer, but he was complaining in his heart. Our seniors at Longhu Mountain are sensible, but if you are not sensible, it's hard to say...

The red-faced old Taoist watched the Taoist priests carrying the peach wood swords and leaving in dejection, then turned around and walked towards Zhang Zhiwei.

"I've met seniors!" Zhang Zhiwei said, clasping his hands.

"The younger generation is to be feared, the younger generation is to be feared!" The old Taoist walked over with his hands behind his back, "That old boy Zhang Jingqing has taught an incredible disciple!"

"Senior is so complimentary!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"It's not a compliment, my junior brother has always had a higher eye than his own. This is the first time I see someone he cares so much about!"

The red-faced old Taoist's voice was a little hoarse: "You were at Trinity Gate. After discussing with the Zuo Sect Master, the Zuo Sect Master broke through the third level of rebirth. As for whether this matter is true or not, the old Taoist, I was doubtful at first, but now it seems that it is What he said is true. If the old Taoist didn't know how much he has, and he is far from the Tao, he would have to ask the little heavenly master for help!"

"Senior's words are serious. I was discussing the truth with Master Zuo, but today with Mr. Sun, he is more giving guidance. The reason why he was able to have an epiphany is that he has shed some of his obsessions!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Yeah?"

As the old Taoist priest spoke, he glanced at the Wudang Sect Leader not far away. Even at this distance, he still did not feel the slightest energy from him.

This kind of perception is not like facing Tang Sect's phantom body miasma, in which one cannot feel its existence, but one feels its existence, but fails to feel that there is energy in it, just like facing a dead object.

Now, even he, an elder who is used to seeing life and death, feels it is a bit tricky. Although Mr. Sun, the head of Wudang Clan, does not take care of much, he handles many things within the sect.

But some people are like this. Even if they don't do anything, just existing makes people feel at ease. This is the case for Zuo Sect Leader, and the same is true for Wudang Sect Leader.

Of course, the Zuo clan leader has a higher reputation because he does many things personally, while the Wudang clan leader implements the true way of inaction and basically does nothing.

Either do some repairs at Prince's Cave, sit on Tianzhu Peak and watch the clouds rise, or go fishing, go for a walk down the mountain, and catch up with old friends...

Only when the mood comes, he will box and practice elixirs. But even so, his reputation in Wudang is still very high, because the weight of the word "Martial Saint" is too heavy, so heavy that it can suppress Wudang's status and aggravate these two problems. The weight of this word in the hearts of Taoist friends in Jianghu is as heavy as Zuo Ruotong's weight on Trinity Gate.

Junior brother, although you have become a monk halfway, we have been friends for decades. In both public and private matters, I don’t want anything to happen to you. Our old friends are gradually becoming rarer...

The old Taoist priest sighed and seemed to be speaking to Zhang Zhiwei, but actually said in a meaningful way:

"It is said that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. Although I don't know what my junior brother has understood, but if he dies like this, there is no one to blame. I can only say that he has been unlucky in his life, with bad luck and insufficient means. "

"When I was young, I went to Zhang Jingqing to spar with him in order to find an opponent, but I was deceived by a few words. My Taoist heart was unstable, and I had to sit in meditation for several years to stabilize it."

"When I was old, in order to find a successor, I found Zhang Jingqing's disciple. I agreed to give him some advice, but he turned his advice away. Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"

Why does this sound so awkward?

"Senior, I have arranged sound-purifying talismans around Master Sun, so he can't hear it!" Zhang Zhiwei reminded.

"It's what I feel!" The old red-faced Taoist said with a smile: "You just said it because you can't hear me? If you can hear me, I won't be able to get angry with you if I don't open the pot or lift it."

Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"

Those who are Taoist priests are more liberal, aren't they?

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a chuckle came.

"Who said I couldn't hear it? You old man, you arranged it all for me from behind!"

The Wudang sect leader, who was lying like a lion like a Buddha, suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at the red-faced old Taoist priest. He moved as if he was a double image. He stood up from lying on his side, so fast that no one could See the details clearly.

Seeing Master Sun wake up, the red-faced old man took a deep breath and said with a smile: "The way of sincerity can be predicted, and you can mentally sense many subtle and imperceptible things. Sure enough, you didn't notice the fierce fighting outside. But just say a few bad words that you care about, and you will feel it!"

The head of the Wudang Sect looked at his senior brother: "Senior brother, if you think I am still worried about Zhang Jingqing, then you are looking down on me. I have already let go of that trivial matter. The reason why I woke up was not because of your nagging, but because of me. It’s time to wake up!”

"Really? Congratulations to the master, junior brother!" The old Taoist said with a smile. Listening to this tone, he obviously didn't believe it. If he really didn't care, how could he wake up in such a hurry?

"Why are there so many people around? Do you want to die for me?"

The Wudang Sect Leader looked around and saw that the surroundings were densely packed with Taoist priests. He waved his hand and said, "Quickly retreat!"

The leader of the Wudang Sect had already accumulated great power. As soon as these words came out, all the Taoist priests did not dare to stay any longer, and they quickly dispersed like birds and beasts.

"Master Sun just realized the truth, but everyone was frightened. They thought you had passed away!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Sitting? No, no!"

The Wudang sect leader smiled and said: "I just seemed to have some feelings. I remembered something that the senior I met taught me when I came to Wudang to worship the mountain."

He looked up at the top of Wutianzhu Mountain and chanted: "Sleeping Immortal, Sleeping Immortal, The stone root lies high and forgets its years. The sinking nature of the three lights is self-rounded. The energy returns to the mysterious orifice. Let the breath rest and let nature... move in the middle and move. Seven times, it’s not difficult, practice nine times, why sigh? Watch the battle between dragon and tiger, secretly reverse the yin and yang... The true lying Zen, the true embryonic essence, the lying dragon ascends to the sky together...

An alchemy sutra, and it was an obscure elixir sutra... Zhang Zhiwei understood it instantly, but some of it had profound meanings and had to be refined over and over again, so it was definitely not something that could be understood at first listen.

"Is this a sleeping skill?" the red-faced old man seemed to feel something, and said.

"Yes!" Wudang Clan Leader nodded.

Wudang has a sleeping technique. It is said to be sleeping, but it is actually a meditation method. Through sleeping, people can better enter a state of concentration. This method was passed down by the ancestors of Sanfeng.

The master of Patriarch Sanfeng was Chen Tuan from the Yinxian lineage, and Chen Tuan was known as the Sleeping Immortal, who had a dream for a thousand years. Since his lineage was passed down, he naturally had the ability to sleep.

In fact, there are many kinds of sleeping skills in Wudang, big and small, but none of them will make you lose all your Qi in your body and reach the point where you are no different from a dead person, except...

The red-faced old Taoist was shocked. He recalled some records in the Taoist canon. Legend has it that Chen Tuan, the ancestor of the Sleeping Immortal, was thought to be dead many times because of his sleep, so he was buried and cremated.

Could it be the ancestor’s sleeping skill? But doesn’t this sleeping skill have no inheritance in Wudang? The red-faced old Taoist looked puzzled, and immediately asked: "Junior brother, is this also passed on to you by the unknown senior?"

The Wudang Clan leader nodded.

"Unknown senior?" Zhang Zhiwei asked curiously, "What unknown senior?"

The head of the Wudang Sect said: "In my early years, I traveled far and wide in order to seek a breakthrough. I met a master in Wudang who taught the Dharma. I thought he was a hermit in Wudang, so I stayed here. I made a family here and had a relationship with Wudang. An indissoluble bond.”

"It's just that in the decades since then, I have never seen this person again. When I asked other people, they had never seen him. It was as if this person did not exist. That day was just a dream, but he was The methods really cannot be faked!”

The red-faced old Taoist said: "Old Taoist, I have been in Wudang since I was a child, but I have never seen the senior mentioned by the head disciple!"

"But he exists!" said the Wudang Clan leader.

"Speaking of this!" Zhang Zhiwei was moved in his heart and did not hide it. He said bluntly: "This junior once met Emperor Zhenwu in Liaodong, and the emperor once taught me a sword technique!"

Before he finished speaking, the Wudang disciple and the red-faced veteran looked over.

"Tell me the details!"

"Tell me carefully!"

The two spoke.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't hide it, so he explained it carefully.

After hearing this, the two of them were not too shocked.

The head of the Wudang Sect said, "The teachings of Emperor Zhenwu have been going on since ancient times. There are even books that record that when Patriarch Sanfeng was young, Emperor Ye Mengxuan taught him boxing techniques, and he was able to kill more than a hundred thieves with a single shot!"

This is an essay written by a writer in the Ming Dynasty. It is said that when Zhang Sanfeng was just starting out, and before he became a disciple of Master Huolong, he dreamed of Zhenwu teaching the Dharma at night, and he fought and killed hundreds of thieves at dawn. Whether it was true or not is unknown. But Zhenwu Chuanfa did appear many times.

The red-faced old Taoist looked at the Wudang Sect Leader, and then at Zhang Zhiwei. Of these two people, one had learned the Zhenwu Chuanfa, and the other had learned the Wuming Taoist Chuanfa. Between the two...

"Master Sun, can that old Taoist be the Zhenwu Emperor?"

Zhang Zhiwei said: "When Emperor Zhenwu taught the Dharma, his true body did not come, but his consciousness attached to the withered Taoist who died in the battle!"

The Wudang Clan leader waved his hand and said calmly: "I used to be very curious, but now I have seen a lot of things. To me, whether the old man is the Zhenwu Emperor or the Sanfeng Patriarch, it doesn't matter anymore. It’s important!”

Seeing that Wudang Clan Chief didn't seem to want to discuss this topic, Zhang Zhiwei didn't say much, but he had some speculations in his heart.