Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 692: Immortal Zhenwu in Purgatory

This Wudang is not the Wudang in Chu Pingsheng's mind. There is no Zhang Sanfeng, no Zhang Cuishan, and no adopted son Zhang Wuji who would rather die than call him Uncle Chu. It is located in Beiliang, a hundred miles southeast of Lingzhou City. It has been a Taoist holy land since ancient times. Its reputation reached its peak during the previous dynasty and it was the head of Taoism. Later, Xu Xiao assisted the Zhao family of Liyang to destroy Chu and Shu and unify the world. For political purposes, the court began to support Longhu Mountain in the south and suppress Wudang Mountain in Beiliang.

There is a nunnery every five miles and a palace every ten miles, with red walls and green tiles looking exquisite. The pavilions and terraces are covered with golden and silver air, and the forests and peaks are surrounded by a picturesque scene, which is the best description of the atmosphere of Wudang.

Not long after Xu Longxiang was sent to Wudang Mountain by Xu Xiao, Xu Fengnian came to the mountain with two bodyguards, Ning Emei, the leader of the Fengzi Camp who wholeheartedly supported Xu Longxiang, and Lao Kui who had just escaped from the bottom of the lake. Ning Emei's purpose was very simple, to rescue the second prince, but unfortunately he was taken back by Chen Zhibao halfway. Lao Kui was simply to repay a favor, or it could be said to be a deal. As long as he was not against the pervert Lin Qing, he promised to protect Xu Fengnian for two months.

Not long after the three of them went up the mountain, the fallen princess Jiang Ni also climbed up Mount Wudang carrying a small blue cloth floral bag. Xu Xiao wanted to fake his death to prevent her from being used by Lin Qing and the forces behind him to stir up a political storm. This plan of using someone else's power was indeed discovered by Lin Qing, and it also cost Chu Lushan and Qi Dangguo two generals. Fortunately, he achieved the result he wanted. That night, the palace caught fire and everyone in Lingzhou City knew about it. As long as Lin Qing and the forces behind him spread the identity of Jiang Ni as the princess of Chu, the court wanted someone, and used the excuse that Jiang Ni had been burned to death in the palace fire, Lin Qing and the forces behind him would not move, and when Xu Fengnian made up his mind to take over the Xu family's banner, they could start the next plan, using Jiang Ni and the remnants of the Western Chu headed by Cao Changqing to obtain the qualification of hereditary succession, so that the Zhao family would accept Xu Fengnian as the next King of Beiliang.

Although Xu Xiao swore that the little clay figurine's life was not in danger, Xu Fengnian couldn't hide his excitement when he saw her going up the mountain. However, this emotion soon disappeared, and the two of them returned to their daily bickering. He threatened to withhold his wages, and she looked for an opportunity to assassinate him. He belittled her for having small breasts, short stature, and a small butt and being unable to give birth to children, and she cursed him to ascend to heaven as soon as possible.

Faced with Xu Fengnian's obstruction, Wudang head Wang Chonglou did not follow Xu Xiao's idea to use the Dahuangting to change Huang Man'er's bones and muscles and wash away his supernatural powers. Instead, he handed him over to Wang Xiaoping, who lived in the Purple Bamboo Forest of the Dalianhua Peak of Wudang Mountain and was known as a sword maniac. He announced to the outside world that there were few rooms in the temple and they could not accommodate him. Wang Xiaoping and Huang Man'er hit it off at first sight, so Wang Xiaoping invited him to live in his thatched cottage, which was actually to protect him.

Before Xu Fengnian left Lingzhou, Nangong Pushe gave him a knife. Of course, it was not the blunt knife Chunlei with a mark on it by Lin Qing, but a shorter, sharp knife Xiudong that could cut hair. So, when Lao Huang went to Longhu Mountain, he asked Lao Kui, who had been trapped at the bottom of the lake for more than ten years, to teach him how to use the knife. It was a good thing that the prince of Liang, who had always disliked fighting and killing, changed his personality and started to learn martial arts. The problem was that it was too late. In Lao Kui's words, he had passed the best age to practice internal skills, and his upper limit was not high. At most, he could show off a few fancy moves to deceive little girls.

The little clay figurine knew that Xu Fengnian and Xu Longxiang would be staying in Wudang Mountain for a while, and that the Crown Prince would practice chopping and slashing with a silver straight knife every day. With the help of Hong Xixiang, the then head of Wudang, who felt guilty towards Xu Zhihu, she stole vegetables from the Wudang disciples' vegetable garden and planted them in her own garden.

Princess Zhao Fengya of Suizhu, who was far away in Tai'an City, received a secret report and learned that Xu Fengnian had gone to Mount Wudang. She also disguised herself as a man and embarked on a journey of revenge with her personal eunuch Sun Diaosi.

A few days later, Wudang Junior Master Hong Xixiang sat on a large bluestone and had a long talk with Xu Fengnian by the Feixi Pond. They talked about what happened after Xu Zhihu married into the south of the Yangtze River. They went behind the waterfall to teach him some swordsmanship. Then they said goodbye and rode on the old blue ox. They walked along the mountain path to the Taoist temple in the front mountain. When they passed the Jishi Pavilion, the blue ox stopped. He got off the ox's back, smoothed the wrinkles on his white shirt, and bowed deeply to the blue-shirted pilgrim who looked up at the large and small rocks in the cracks of the mountain outside the Jishi Pavilion. Behind the man stood a young maid in a yellow skirt in her twenties. She looked pretty and held a white rattle with a red handle in her hand. The mountain wind blew, and the bullets hit the drum surface, making a ding-dong sound that was very pleasant.

"Is Wudang going to flourish?"

Hong Xixiang didn't know what he meant by this: "Why do you ask this?"

"Mortals seek to transcend, so they enter the Taoist sect to practice in seclusion. Taoists seek to transcend, so they open the gate to heaven and ascend to the upper world. If the upper world no longer exists, will this Taoist sect flourish? Will it survive?"

"..."

Hong Xixiang retracted his hand in his white Taoist robe. When he saw the man's back, he had an indescribable feeling, mostly of danger and fear. So Qingniu stopped and greeted him respectfully at the first opportunity. Unexpectedly, this man who was younger than him started with the question of whether to destroy Wudang. He was really unable to cope with it.

"If you don't seek freedom in your heart when practicing Taoism, what's the point of fighting for luck and Taoism every day? What's the point of practicing Taoism?"

Chu Pingsheng stopped looking at the pile of rocks that filled the ravine and walked towards Hong Xixiang: "I will wait until you become the best in the world before I come to take your life."

Hong Xixiang didn't have time to react, so he rode on the big blue ox with its black horns bent into a double spiral. He took off the classics hanging on the ox's horns and flipped through them, then threw them behind him rudely. He then leaned back and lay on the ox's back, letting the old ox sway and walk slowly towards the Taiqing Palace on the Yuzhu Peak. The girl holding a rattle in her hand chased after her in her yellow skirt. The ox walked slowly, but she walked quickly. The rattle went ding-dong-dong, ding-dong-dong, and every sound struck the heart of Master Ren at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Hong Xixiang picked up a dead branch on the side of the road, and found a handful of gravel. He twisted them on the ground, drew the symbols of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, and counted with his fingers again and again. The more he counted, the more confused he became, and the more he scratched his head.

The hexagrams are so confusing that it is impossible to understand clearly. It is totally impossible to understand clearly.

……

In Wudang Mountain, in front of Yuzhu Peak, there is a stone archway under Taizhen Palace with four large red characters "Xuanwu Dangxing" inscribed on it. There are a few Taoists in black clothes and holding brooms to clean up fallen leaves on the steps in front. I heard the sound of rattles coming from behind the wall, and saw my junior master's green ox carrying a strange man coming, followed by a pretty maid who was panting and sweating. They all looked puzzled.

This green ox is very stubborn. No one can control it except Hong Xixiang. If the headmaster Wang Chonglou tries to pull it, it will just kneel down with its legs and hold its head. It will do whatever it wants. But no one knows what kind of wind is blowing today and where this green-shirted man came from.

“Huh…are we there yet?”

Chu Pingsheng yawned deeply, stretched lazily, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and glanced at the plaque "Taizhen Palace" above the big red gate.

"Excuse me, I want to ask for directions."

The young Taoist priest, whose hair was wet by the mountain mist, pointed at his nose, with a puzzled look on his face. "Is it the Great Emperor Zhenwu who is enshrined in Taizhen Palace?"

The young Taoist nodded, not understanding what he meant by this question. Among the eighty-one peaks and nine palaces and thirteen temples of Wudang, is there any one that does not worship Zhenwu?

Chu Pingsheng got off the cow and patted the green cow's butt. The old cow looked at him with its eyes wide open, shook its thin tail, mooed, turned around, stepped on the slightly uneven stone road in front of Taizhen Palace, and walked back slowly. The young Taoist who was sweeping the fallen leaves looked back again and found that the man who asked for directions had disappeared. A senior brother next to him told him to quickly ask his uncle Yu Xingrui who was meditating in the neighboring peak, because today's situation was very abnormal, and there must be something wrong.

There is a straight road leading into Taizhen Palace. At the end of the road is a bronze tripod with ashes a foot deep. Dozens of long and thin incense sticks are inserted into it. Wisps of green smoke rise into the sky and are stirred into countless fine threads by the occasional mountain breeze. There are nineteen steps in front of the tripod, leading to the Zixiao Palace. On each side is a side hall with red walls and green tiles, where the gods of wealth, civil and military, and the Three Immortals of Penglai are enshrined.

After the establishment of the Liyang Dynasty, although Wudang was suppressed and could not compare with the powerful Longhu Mountain, it still had a high status in the hearts of the Beiliang people. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, many pilgrims went into the mountain to pray for blessings. On the night of New Year's Eve, the people who wanted to be the first to burn incense could line up from the Zixiao Palace to the stone archway of Xuanwu Dangxing.

When the receptionist learned that Chu Pingsheng came to Taizhen Palace riding on his great-uncle's green ox, he behaved very respectfully and asked with a smile whether he was coming to burn incense or visit friends. Chu Pingsheng replied, "To see the beautiful scenery."

If you want to explore the wonders, you should go outside. Taizhen Palace is a place of pilgrimage.

The receptionist was just about to lead him to the Big and Small Lotus Peaks, but saw that he had already broken into the Zixiao Hall, went around behind the bronze statue of Zhenwu Emperor, lifted up his yellow robe, pointed at the back of his butt, and said with a smile that the receptionist had lied to him, and that there was no scenic spot as interesting as Zhenwu's butt, and then he stretched out his palms and slapped it twice.

When things got to this point, the receptionist knew that he was here with ill intentions, and pointed his finger at his ribs with a sword. Before he could get close to him, he was blown away by a strong wind, which knocked over the chopping board on which the offerings were placed, and the fruits and incense ashes were scattered all over the floor. The tilted candlestick ignited the cloth banner, and the receptionist had no time to cry out in pain. He crawled over and started to beat the fire, finally putting out the fire.

Chu Pingsheng paid no attention to the commotion in front of him and the Wudang disciples who came after hearing the noise. He stroked the trace of "exile three thousand miles away" carved with stone on the back of the Zhenwu statue by Xu Weixiong, Xu Fengnian's second sister, when she was a naughty child. He took out the purple gold Zhanlu sword and looked at the Taoist priest Yu Xingrui who jumped into the front door of Taizhen Palace without taking the road and said, "Exile three thousand miles away has been ordered. What do you want to carve this time?"

"presumptuous."

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Yu Xingrui was a sloppy Taoist who seldom changed his Taoist robes once every two or three months. The disciples who loved cleanliness thought he smelled bad and stayed away from him. Only Li Yufu, whose nose seemed to be blocked, was willing to get close to this cheap master. He looked like an unkempt person, but unexpectedly he had a hot temper. With a horizontal arm, a long sword carried by a Wudang disciple behind him shot into his palm. He turned his hand and the long sword hummed and turned into a cold light that pierced Chu Pingsheng's chest.

He neither looked back nor drew his sword, but thrust his two fingers forward, and the cold light disappeared, and the sword's momentum became still. In the eyes of the Wudang disciples, their great-grandmaster seemed to have taken the initiative to send the sword between the fingers of the troublemaker who came to Wudang Mountain, and the ancient sword in his hand left four very profound words on the back of the bronze statue of the Great Emperor Zhenwu.

Eternal purgatory.

He caused trouble in Mount Wudang, broke into the Zixiao Palace, refused to bow down to the immortals, and even wanted to suppress the main god worshipped by the Taoist sect?

When Xu Xiao was riding his horse across the world and passed by Wudang Mountain, he was not so arrogant.

Yu Xingrui was extremely angry. Seeing that his sword was stuck and he could not move forward or backward, he suddenly swelled up his robe sleeves and a beam of sword energy burst out, but it only advanced half an inch before being torn into pieces, turning into a gust of wind, forcing the Wudang disciples to retreat step by step with miserable faces.

Zheng.

The long sword broke in the middle, and Yu Xingrui retreated violently as if struck hard. His low-top cloth shoes embroidered with cloud patterns left a nearly ten-foot-long drag mark on the ground.
Chu Pingsheng snapped his fingers, and the surface of the broken sword was wrapped in a blue-green light, which hit the center of the eyebrows of the Zhenwu bronze statue and penetrated half a foot deep.

"Is this the level of a Taoist master in the Profound Finger Realm?"

Now he knew why the ancestor of Longhu Mountain, Zhao Xuansu, who had the cultivation level of a land immortal and had returned to nature, was killed by Deng Tai'a, the peach blossom sword god of the Zhixuan realm. The Taoist Zhixuan was too weak. As for Yu Xingrui's strength, it was about the same as that of Lao Kui whom Xu Fengnian brought with him.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

"Get out of the way, it's the headmaster."

"The headmaster is here."

"..."

(End of this chapter)