Fang Zhongjin galloped day and night, and finally arrived at Wudang Mountain in only seven days.

The Wudang Taoist Temple is built on the middle of the mountain.

When Fang Zhongjin first saw Shaolin Temple, he once felt that this thousand-year-old temple covers an extremely wide area.

Now that I have not yet gone to the Wudang Taoist Temple, I want to praise the grandeur of this Wudang Mountain.

Today, the saint Zhu Di has rewarded Wudang Mountain several times, and Longen continues.

The people naturally regard Wudang Taoism as the world's first Taoist temple.

At this time, Fang Zhongjin was still at the foot of the mountain, and he saw an endless stream of pilgrims on the mountain road.

Wudang does not have the stinky rule of not receiving female pilgrims like Shaolin.

For most people, it makes no difference whether they worship the Buddha or the Three Qings.

As long as you can pour out the troubles in your heart to the clay sculpture gold body, it will be.

Therefore, whether it is the ordinary people who drag their families with their mouths, or the rich ladies who sit in the soft sedan chair and dare not let the curtain open a thin slit, they all love to come to Wudang Mountain.

The mountain road of Wudang Mountain is wide, not only are pilgrims weaving, but also rows of vendors doing small business can be seen next to it.

There are those who sell tea, those who sell incense and candles, those who tell fortunes, and those who stand with flat poles.

They are porters on the mountain. As soon as a pilgrim can't walk, or can't carry his luggage, the porters will immediately come up and make a price.

Just from this peaceful scene, I really can't see any danger on Wudang Mountain.

On such a mountain road, Fang Zhongjin had no way to run wildly.

He had to patiently follow the pilgrims step by step, and finally came to the outside of the Wudang Gym.

Fang Zhongjin took out the envelope written by the Shaolin abbot Cheng Hui from his arms, and found a Xuanyi Taoist in the main hall of Guannei.

The chief was well-dressed and decent, forty years old, with three strands of beard. He stood with his hands in his hands rather magnificently, and it was evident that he was in charge of the main hall.

Fang Zhongjin went up and bowed, and said to the chief: "There is Lao Xianchang, in Zhongjin below, there is an urgent matter to see the head of Wudang, Yushan Zhenren." This is a letter from Master Chenghui, the abbot of Shaolin, and asked the immortal chief to pass it on his behalf. ”

So saying, he took the letter in both hands. Fang Zhongjin was polite to this Taoist master because he had a request for Zang Yushan.

Although he rarely meets opponents in martial arts, he is very young in the end, and he is a real junior.

It is also appropriate to be polite to a Taoist priest who is much older than himself.

The Xuanyi Daoist was still holding his hands behind him. He didn't stretch out his hand to answer the letter, only looked Fang Zhongjin up and down, frowning and showing disgust.

How could Fang Zhongjin not see the expression on Dao Chang's face?

In fact, Fang Zhong Jinsheng is tall and handsome, even when he is down, he can get the favor of others just by his appearance.

Such a naked~naked~ naked disgust, Fang Zhongjin has not seen it much.

But he wasn't angry, Fang Zhongjin came all the way from Shaolin. Not to mention day and night, I didn't even have time to stop and drink saliva to wash my face.

At this time, he was dusty and tired.

Not only is there a lot of dust stuck to the clothes, but the bun is also a little messy because there is no time to take care of it. I couldn't stop drinking water for a long time, and even my lips turned out dry skin.

Although he knew that his appearance was definitely not good at the moment, Fang Zhongjin didn't care.

He just handed the letter in his hand forward again, and said, "I have something important to ask to see the real person of Yushan, and I also ask the immortal chief to introduce me." ”

The Xuanyi Daoist finally reached out and took the envelope, and only said, "You wait." He turned inside without looking back.

As for Fang Zhongjin, he was left alone in a hall full of pilgrims.

This chief didn't say when he would come back, nor did he let Fang Zhongjin take a break, and he didn't even let Fang Zhongjin take a sip of water.

As a form of hospitality, it can be said that it is quite rude.

But Fang Zhongjin knew very well that the head of Zang Yushan was not such a fanatic with no one in his eyes.

Maybe it's just that this Taoist chief standing in the main hall has a bad temper.

People often say: Hades is better, but the little ghost is difficult.

Fang Zhongjin stayed in Huashan and Shaolin for a while.

I have long seen that the larger the sect, the more difficult it is to restrain the people below.

Fang Zhongjin had a brief deal with Zang Yushan, and he was sure that this person could be regarded as a righteous gentleman, but he was a little lax in teaching his apprentices.

Then it is not surprising that the Wudang faction will produce a guy like Xuanyi Taoist who looks at people with his nostrils.

Fang Zhongjin casually found a corner and sat down.

After a long while, the Xuanyi Taoist priest walked out.

It's just that he still held the attitude just now, and said to Fang Zhongjin with his chin: "Come with me." ”

Fang Zhongjin muttered in his heart: Weird.

If the Xuanyi Taoist told Zang Yushan, he would never still use this attitude to his own reason.

Not to mention that Fang Zhongjin and Zang Yushan have any friendship, even if Fang Zhongjin had done such deeds as "bloody martial arts" in the past, Zang Yushan did not dare to be so rash and lazy.

Fang Zhongjin followed this Xuanyi Daoist through the Wudang Daoist for a short time.

Until a small building that tourists can't reach, the Taoist of Xuanyi said again: "Come with me, Zang Zhangmen is in the middle of the building." ”

Fang Zhongjin had long been optimistic about the surrounding situation, and even thought about where this place might be ambushed and which way was suitable for getting out.

He didn't stop walking under his feet, and he kept walking with the Xuanyi Taoist.

To say that Zang Yushan is a person with high aspirations. This small building is clean and quiet, and there are many inscriptions and rubbings exposed between the vines.

Until the Xuanyi Daoist pushed open the door of a room and made a gesture to Fang Zhongjin to invite in.

Fang Zhongjin was not afraid of them making trouble, and entered the house openly.

The windows in this room are bright and clean, and there is a Taoist sitting on the futon.

This person is wearing a neat and elegant robe, and the green smoke in the incense burner on the side looks like a master outside the world.

But Fang Zhongjin was shocked when he saw this Taoist.

The man had three strands of beard, and his gray hair was neatly combed and tied with a jasper hairpin.

As soon as he saw Fang Zhongjin, he said: "The little layman came here to find the poor, and he didn't know what was going on. ”

The Taoist looked up and saw that Fang Zhongjin was a young man, except for being tall and upright, his whole body was covered with dust.

He continued to raise his gaze, and when he saw the young man's cold eyes, his heart suddenly shuddered.

I heard the young man say in a cold voice: "The Wudang Sect is famous all over the world, why are you teasing me so much today?"

The Taoist had an uncertain look on his face and asked, "Why did the little layman say this?"

At this time, Fang Zhongjin had already shown murderous intent, and said, "What I want to see is the head of Zang Yushan Zang." If you still want some sincerity, let the real Master Zang see me. You fakes me yet!"

After saying this, Fang Zhongjin was already angry, and his hand pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist.

The fake Zang Yushan was shocked by his momentum, and his face suddenly turned white.

But I heard a voice say: "Why? Can't be fooled? Who dares to be so arrogant on Wudang Mountain?"

With that, two people lifted the beaded curtain in the inner room and walked out one after the other.

Fang Zhongjin glared at the two of them, and saw that they were two young people, a man and a woman.

The man was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with beautiful eyebrows and a red mole on his forehead.

The woman was only about fifteen years old, with slanted eyes, scarlet lips, and a strange look of an elf at a young age.