People say that people become more timid when they are close to home, and Huang Junming believes that, even though he has already said goodbye to his original modern life. But standing at the foot of Wudang Mountain, I stopped for life, not daring to move forward again.
Things have changed and people have changed. This word can't help but appear in Huang Junming's mind. Wudang Mountain was built on a large scale only in the Ming Dynasty. Today's Wudang Mountain has nothing but lush forests and one or two small trails up the mountain. Other things are far less crowded and crowded than the modern ones. Not to mention the Taoist temples in Wudang Mountain, perhaps having two or three thatched cottages on the mountain is considered very good.
No matter what, the current Wudang Mountain is far away from the hustle and bustle, peaceful, clean and beautiful. Huang Junming stood at the foot of the mountain, took a deep breath, tightened his Taoist robe, and headed towards Tianzhu Peak, the main peak of Wudang Mountain, like a pilgrim.
"Master, are we going up the mountain? It's so high!" Wu Zhao said timidly as he looked at the towering Tianzhu Peak. Perhaps it was too shocking for him to look up at the peak of more than 1,600 meters at the foot of the mountain. Putting herself inside, she was as small and pitiful as an ant crawling on a water glass.
"Yes! Master, we just want to go up the mountain. To the top of the mountain!" Huang Junming's reply was indescribably persevering.
The mountain road is very narrow and full of thorns. Perhaps the mountain road was stepped on by hunters. Maybe it was stepped on by people who came to the mountains to collect herbs. Who knows?
Huang Junming led Wu Zhao and walked among them. It seemed that all the troubles and worries of the world disappeared under his feet. In his ears, there were only the chirping of insects and birds, the footsteps of the two of them and the rustling of the forest leaves in the wind. Everything is so quiet.
Along the way, Huang Junming observed the surrounding scenery, and couldn't help but recall what this forest will be in thousands of years, and what will that forest be in hundreds of years? While comparing, he pointed again and again, muttering various nouns in his mouth, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.
"Master, what are you talking about?" Wu Zhao has entered the mountain. He also looked around with his eyes widened. To be honest, for Wu Zhao, it would have been the same if he had not had good clothes and good food since he was a child. After all, his biological father was also a prince of the country. Although he was a little inferior in politics, he was a businessman, both in terms of status and family background. Don't go there.
¡° In this way, Wu Zhao has never gone through any deep mountains and forests. Even during these days when they were out with Huang Junming, the two of them entered the mountains on the kind of peaks that have been praised by the world for hundreds of thousands of years. For such an area, how can there be such a pure forest, not to mention the crowds of tourists. The birds, beasts, insects, and fish are all frightened away, so I just made such a modification. Although the scenery is better than before, there is still a trace of artificial carving.
On the contrary, in Wudang Mountain, there are not so many people coming to enjoy it, and there are not so many people singing in the wind and moon, drinking and singing, hiding in nature.
The novelty of all this made Wu Zhao temporarily forget the fatigue of mountain climbing. He would look at this and that. From time to time, two or three small beasts ran past the two of them. Wu Zhao looked eager to catch up. If Huang Junming hadn't been watching from his side, Wu Zhao would have followed the little beast long ago.
Regarding Huang Junming¡¯s frequent gestures and mutterings. Wu Zhao was very curious. Every time he looked in the direction of Huang Junming's finger, he saw nothing but woods and woods. There was nothing like the Needle Grinding Well, the Temple of the Eight Immortals, the Qiongtai, or the Golden Dome that Huang Junming mentioned.
Maybe what your master sees is different from what you see? Since arriving at the foot of Wudang Mountain, Huang Junming has become mysterious and mysterious, making Wu Zhao confused. He really wanted to see what Huang Junming, his "immortal" master, saw in the forest.
After walking for a while, Huang Junming finally stopped. In fact, he had reached the top. Huang Junming stood where the Wudang Golden Summit was, standing on tiptoes and looking into the distance. The clouds had reached halfway up the mountain. When illuminated by the sun, they were really gorgeous and moving. This also gave Huang Junming the feeling of being in the clouds, as if he were floating in heaven. the illusion.
Looking around, the seventy-two peaks of Wudang tower into the sky. They bend down and nod towards the main peak. They look like stars holding the moon, as if they are coming from thousands of mountains.
You must know that the word "immortal" is a combination of a "person" and a "mountain". Isn't this "ten thousand mountains coming to court" a metaphor for "ten thousand immortals coming to court"?
"My good disciple, how are you?!" Huang Junming proudly asked Wu Zhao, who was already stunned by the scenery around him.
For Wu Zhao, it was fitting that he had seen this kind of scenery, with high mountains and deep valleys, surrounded by colorful clouds. Deep into the scenery, he could escape into a fairyland. This was quite a shock to Wu Zhao, who was still in his innocent age. After hearing Huang Junming's proud voice, Wu Zhao stood stunned for a long time before replying: "Master, did you bring me to the fairy world?"
For Wu Zhao, in his opinion, perhaps only the fairy world can have such a situation.The scenery makes people linger and feel enchanted.
"What? The little fairy thinks this is the fairy world?" Huang Junming rarely teased Wu Zhao. Looking back, it was really amazing that he actually accepted the future Queen Wu Zetian as his apprentice and took him to Wudang Mountain. Although Wu Zhao will never be emperor in this life. But there is no doubt that in the future, she will be one of the women who will make a strong mark on the history of the Tang Dynasty.
And now, as a female disciple, the scenery of Wudang Mountain has been deeply imprinted in her heart, thinking that she is in a fairyland. How can Huang Junming not be proud of herself and Wudang Mountain?
"Master! Isn't this the fairyland?" Wu Zhao was acting cute again, grabbing Huang Junming's sleeve and asking with wide eyes.
"Haha, what does fairyland look like in your eyes?" Huang Junming said thoughtfully.
"That's it!" Wu Zhao pouted dissatisfiedly.
"But shouldn't there be immortals in the immortal world?" Huang Junming continued to tease Xiao Wu Zhao. "But look, here there are nothing but mountains and clouds. Are there any immortals here?"
"Master, aren't you an immortal?" Wu Zhao replied: "There must be immortals here! It's just that Mingkong can't see it! Mingkong's Taoism is still low and he can't see those immortals, but Master, you must see it Got it, right? Along the way, you pointed out this and that. You must have seen the immortals and the Immortal Pavilions, right? You are all immortals and can communicate with each other. Mingkong himself is of low moral character, so he can see this The scenery is already considered a blessing." As he spoke, his face was stern, and he actually looked like he was about to cry.
Huang Junming took one look and knew that Wu Zhao was pretending again. Huang Junming had already learned about her quirkiness. Huang Junming, a grown man, suffered a lot in the beginning. It was all a joke caused by the kid Wu Zhao.
"Looking at Wu Zhao's current state, he is waiting for Huang Junming's explanation. When Huang Junming thought of this, he couldn't help but get a headache. How to explain this? Did he tell Wu Zhao that he was talking about the scenery of the tower hundreds or thousands of years in the future?
?Obviously this is impossible. As a time traveler, Huang Junming still knows the bottom line. No matter what, he cannot say that he comes from the later generations. Even if history is changed, it will only change small things, not big things. Under the law of heaven, small things can be changed, but big things cannot be changed. Huang Junming has long understood this.
In this era, if you set your sights too far back, you will be out of tune with this society. No one will obey if you change big things. Of course, you can't change big things. There will be little resistance to changing small things. This is okay. If you add up, small things will become big things. . This is the conclusion that Huang Junming came to after wandering in the land of the Tang Dynasty for a long time.
"Disciple, don't be ridiculous. Master can tell you that this is not a fairyland, but a rare paradise in the world, or it can be said to be a fairyland on earth." Huang Junming paused here and then said: " As for why I couldn¡¯t stop mumbling when I went up the mountain, it¡¯s because every cave heaven paradise has an identical existence in the immortal world. And my master used the scenery we see now to compare with the scenery in Wudang Mountain in the immortal world. Just for comparison. You know, the Wudang Mountain there is one that even the immortals never leave. Before I came to the Tang Dynasty, I rode down from the Wudang Mountain in the immortal world."
"ThenMaster, what does Wudang Mountain in the immortal world look like?" Wu Zhao asked in a long voice, shaking Huang Junming's arm.
"Wudang Mountain in the fairy world" During the narration, Huang Junming's eyes gradually became deeper
"Master. If you have time, why don't you draw the connecting Wudang Mountains? Then we can build this place into a fairyland, okay?" After hearing Huang Junming's words, Wu Zhao said with longing in his eyes.
As everyone knows, it is precisely because of today¡¯s words that Wudang Mountain became the number one holy land for Taoism, hundreds of years in advance. Every time future generations come to Wudang Mountain to pay homage, they will hear this sentence: ¡°During the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, the century-old Shinto and disciple martial arts Zhao, a fairyland on earth was planned here. For thousands of years, visitors have been coming here in an endless stream, making wanderers fascinated and gods lingering
????????????????????????????????? That¡¯s it for today, I am preparing to deposit the manuscript of a new book in the southwest disaster area, I am so confused. I just rented a new house next to the school, but unfortunately there is no network cable, so everything is surprisingly time-consuming. I have to go to class during the day, which is very confusing.
In addition, the new book is about to be released, and this lazy person like Southwest has to prepare the new book, which is troublesome, troublesome. If you want to know about the new book, please follow Sina Weibo writer Nannan Zhi. When the news arrives, Nannan will notify you as soon as possible. It is very likely that it is a double book, one fantasy and one fictional history.
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