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    no, 280 Return to Wudang

    It has been some time since he left the Tianxian Palace in Chang'an City. For Huang Junming, politics, utilitarianism, concern for the country and the people, creation and invention of the Ming Jing have long been left behind in Chang'an City, and now he is just  Just a wandering wild man holding a child.

    Walking all the way, admiring the scenery all the way, all the way to the early Tang Dynasty, from being strange and out of place, I slowly and gradually became one with the Tang Dynasty. Whether it was from the bottom of my heart or in my performance, I completely regarded myself as a person.  Tang Dynasty.  An ordinary Taoist in the Tang Dynasty.

    In the past, there was a lot of traffic, and the suits and leather shoes gradually disappeared with the change of mentality.  This is subconscious forgetting, bidding farewell to the past.

    "Master." While walking, the young apprentice Wu Zhao suddenly lifted up and walked away, shouting in a long voice to Huang Junming beside him.  No matter how old a child is, he has long been tired of looking at the exquisite things on the roadside.

    On the contrary, Huang Junming was still watching with great interest. At first, Huang Junming saw that Wu Zhao kept asking questions about the surrounding scenery like a hundred thousand questions, and he was also happy about it. He told Wu Zhao about the surrounding affairs and scenery based on what he knew.  Listen.  Later, Wu Zhao lost interest, and Huang Junming took pleasure in admiring the scenery alone.

    But in this way, Huang Junming was immersed in the endless beauty around him, and naturally ignored Wu Zhao who was following him. Huang Junming was already used to Wu Zhao's cute shouting.  Whenever he encountered this situation, Wu Zhao would either feel tired or hungry.  No wonder a child followed Huang Junming and wandered aimlessly.  After all, it can't compare to the physique of an adult man, Huang Junming.

    "What's the matter, Xiao Wu Zhao? Are you hungry or tired? If you're tired, how about we take a rest on the roadside? If you're hungry, I have some snacks in my bag. You can take them to cushion your stomach first. We still have some snacks in my bag.  We have a long way to go!" Huang Junming said dotingly to Wu Zhao beside him.

    "Master, I'm not hungry. Mingkong also has some snacks in his bag! I've eaten a lot on the road just now." Wu Zhao pointed at the bag behind him and patted his stomach and said aggrievedly.

    Huang Junming knelt down and picked up Xiao Wu Zhao, who looked at him innocently with his eyes wide open.  Gently brushing away the dust on Wu Zhao's nose with one hand, he then said: "Then my good disciple is tired, okay? I'll carry you for a while, okay?"

    "Don't let Master hold you. I'm not a child." Wu Zhao said angrily: "It's just Master. Where are we going? Mingkong felt that we had been gone for a long time. At the beginning, there were still people on the side of the road.  There are people around, but I have been walking for an hour now and I haven't seen anyone. Looking back, you can't see the end of the road, and looking forward, there is also a road. Where are you going, Master?"

    Hearing Wu Zhao¡¯s question, Huang Junming couldn¡¯t help but look deeply at the mountains in the distance. Yes, after walking aimlessly for several months, where on earth are he going?  Then look at the land beneath your feet.  Is it really an irresistible force that drives me to embark on such a path again?

    Although the terrain 1,500 years later was somewhat different from that of the early Tang Dynasty, Huang Junming still clearly knew that he had walked this road before, and walked it many times. Although today's rammed earth road had already changed back then,  It has become a cement road with heavy traffic, but the clear direction has not changed.

    At the other end of this road is a small town that has been established since the early Qin Dynasty.  This town is named after the mountain. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers and is isolated from the world.  As early as the late Han Dynasty, this place became a retreat for those who sought immortality and learned Taoism.  Pure and peaceful.

    Perhaps in the current early Tang Dynasty, this place is not famous and is just one of the thousands of mountains and rivers in the Tang Dynasty. But Huang Junming knows that in a few hundred years, it will be the Song Dynasty.  This place will gradually become the most sacred place for Taoism in the world.

    because.  This mountain is called Wudang Mountain.

    Huang Junming gradually pulled his eyes back and tightened his arms around Wu Zhao.  He said casually: "Good disciple, I am going to Wudang Mountain. Look, the mountain in front is Wudang Mountain. That is my first home, and it is also where I was before I came to our Tang Dynasty."

    Wu Zhao didn't understand what Huang Junming said. She only knew that the place they were going to was Wudang Mountain, that's all. As for Huang Junming's original home and where he was before coming to the Tang Dynasty, Wu Zhao didn't understand.  Listening confused.  Isn¡¯t Master a god in heaven?  How could he have a home in such a remote mountain?

    As the saying goes, "Wangshan is a race to death." This old saying is a true portrayal of Huang Junming and his party. More than two hours have passed since that chat. In addition to Huang Junming feeling that Wudang Mountain has become more and more clear, even the town has  Didn't see it.

    When you feel tired from walking, you take a break, and when you feel hungry, you take out some snacks from the package.  He just ate it, and after nearly two hours, he finally got closer. After turning through the woods beside the road, a small town appeared in front of Huang Junming.

    Huang Junming??Suppressing the excitement in my heart, I tidied up the dusty Taoist robes and the messy bun at the entrance of the town.  Seeing that Huang Junming was so solemn, Wu Zhao tidied himself up carefully and took out two whisks, one large and one small, from the big bag Huang Junming was carrying.  He handed the big one to Huang Junming's hand, and put the small one directly into his arm.  A breath of Taoist priest emerged spontaneously.

    Huang Junming held the whisk with one hand and put the other hand behind Wu Zhao, and walked solemnly towards Wudang Town.

    Wudang Town is a small town, and there are not many soldiers. After all, in such a big place, everyone can see you with your head down but not up.  There is no need to guard against anyone.  Speaking of outsiders, apart from the traveling merchants who regularly run around selling needles and threads, they are also Taoists who grind mirrors or hermit monks who go to the mountains to practice Taoism.  After all, Taoist priests account for a large part of the outsiders.  Therefore, the young and old in Wudang Town were not surprised by the combination of two Taoists, Huang Junming and Wu Zhao.  Just glance at it and smile.

    Huang Junming walked step by step in Wudang Town. This was very different from the Wudang Town in his memory, which made Huang Junming curious for a while. Although it looked a little dilapidated, it was so reasonable that it made the town and the entire Wudang Mountain  They are blended together appropriately, regardless of each other.

    ?Perhaps this is the true meaning of the unity of nature and man.

    Huang Junming inquired about it and took Wu Zhao to stay at the only inn in the town.  Prepare to go up the mountain soon.

    Note: Wudang Town was established as a town during the Qin Dynasty and has been continued ever since.  The rise of Wudang Mountain only started after Taoism in the Song Dynasty regarded Wudang Mountain as the dojo of Emperor Zhenwu.  It reached its peak in the Ming Dynasty.  At this time, there were just more Taoists living in seclusion.  Mirror-grinding Taoist, the ancients used bronze mirrors, which became unclear after rusting. Taoist priests used to grind mirrors for others to obtain money and food for their own needs when walking.

    (To be continued)

    PS: Southwest Appears, well, I know no one has read this book, and I haven¡¯t updated it for several months, but I don¡¯t want this book to just drop like this. After all, it¡¯s a 30,000-word book with a 200,000-word contract to put on the shelves.  Although it has lost popularity because of the lazy man called Southwest.  No matter how much I say, I can¡¯t bear to part with the previous data, so Southwest will write a little when I have nothing to do.  Slowly finish the book.  In fact, it didn¡¯t take long to finish the book.  It's just that he couldn't find a reasonable transition that allowed him to finish the book successfully.  So it was dragged around.  In addition, I have been writing a new book for a long time, but I have never dared to publish it, because Southwest is too lazy and does not have enough manuscripts to save, so I dare not publish it again, in case I get lazy one day and screw everyone.  There will be another chapter in another chapter.
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