Wuling Mountain is in the northeast of the imperial capital, belongs to the Yanshan Mountain Range, because of the perennial clouds and mist, the four seasons are endless, the peaks and peaks are looming, and the aura is full, so it is named Wuling. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Wuling Mountain was called Fuling Mountain, Meng Guangyi Mountain, Wulong Mountain in history, and was called Wuling Mountain in the Ming Dynasty, and it has been inhabited since the Xia Yin Dynasty.

Wuling Mountain is located in the ancient Shanrong, Donghu, Tuoba, Khitan and other northern ethnic minorities and Youyan Han nationality to interact with the place, because of its characteristics and the so-called spirituality, there are many literati in history to chant the fog spirit, come here to visit, and are impressed by its steepness, naturally there are many monks here to practice.

However, what the world knows is the record description of those historical celebrities, such as the Northern Wei Dynasty geographer Li Daoyuan and the Tang Dynasty Jinshi Zu Yong, who have visited Wuling Mountain and praised its majesty and magnificence.

Li Daoyuan said in the "Notes on the Book of Water" that "Fuling Mountain (Wuling Mountain) is very high and steep, and the obstacles are cold and deep. The cliff is covered with snow, and the ice freezes in summer, so the world is famous for the mountain."

Gu Yanwu also called Wuling Mountain "its mountain is high and steep, there are clouds and mist on it, and it is endless", and also called Wuling Mountain "There are many strange flowers on it, also known as Wanhuatai, the left and right peaks and peaks of the mountain are arched, and the deep pine and cypress are the land of immortals, the residence of hermits, and mortals are not close." ”

After Li Chenguang and Hua Tengfei left, Wang Rong flew directly to the front of Wuling Mountain, he had been here before, and he was no stranger to it, and the place Rong Zhengming said was the Xuanqing Temple at the top of Wuling Mountain.

Xuanqingguan has been established for a long time, it is said that it was built by a Taoist feather scholar in the Tang Dynasty, standing on the top of the mountain, hidden in the clouds and mist, quite a fairy wind, there were many people who came to visit in those years, hoping to be able to get the guidance of the Taoist, and the reputation of Xuanqingguan gradually spread.

In the Ming Dynasty, the power of the Wudang faction gradually flourished, and Xuanqingguan became a branch of the Wudang faction.

Rong Zhengming is here, of course, this is what Ye Fan meant, and Wang Rong can come, it seems that Ye Fan expected, it is time for them to meet and talk.

Wang Rong did not fly directly to Xuanqingguan, but landed halfway up the mountain, walking slowly along the mountain road, just like those tourists around him, while walking to see the scenery, gradually there were fewer tourists around him, and finally he was the only one who walked to the top of the mountain, although Xuanqingguan has a big name, but now it has been very people can find, there is an enchantment around the top of the mountain, people can see the dense fog, they think that they have reached the top of the mountain, but they don't know that there are people in the depths of the white clouds, and the land of the fairy family is close at hand.

On the top of the mountain, the Xuanqing Temple stands majestically, there is a transcendent charm in the clouds, it is very quiet here, pure and inactive, isn't it the realm pursued by Taoism?

Outside the Taoist temple, Rong Zhengming seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Wang Rong, Rong Zhengming was worried, and the meaning of his eyes was very clear, Wang Rong should not come.

Wang Rong's expression was indifferent, and after a few words of greeting with Rong Zhengming, he went straight to the point and asked, "Is he inside?"

Rong Zhengming nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment before saying, "You want to ...... Be careful. "That's the only thing he can do.

Wang Rong smiled slightly, signaling that Rong Zhengming didn't need to worry, so he pushed open the red door and walked in, Rong Zhengming turned to look at his back, his brows were tightened, and his worry was even heavier, as if Wang Rong couldn't return if he went, this Xuanqing View was the Longtan Tiger's Den, the hell and the netherworld.

Xuanqing Temple is no different from ordinary Taoist Temple, divided into middle, east, west three roads and backyard, the scale is large, the layout is compact, the most special thing is that it is extremely quiet, Wang Rong did not see a person after he came in.

The largest building in the middle road is the Sanqing Palace, which enshrines the Sanqing Zun God, and the incense is full of incense inside, giving it some vitality and a little warmth, but there is still no one in the hall, it is empty, and it is terrifyingly quiet.

Passing through the Sanqing Hall is the Patriarch Hall, the scale is much smaller than the Sanqing Palace, and the statue of Zhang Sanfeng, the patriarch of the Wudang School, is naturally enshrined inside.

Don't look at the size of the ancestral hall, but the statue of Zhang Sanfeng is extremely exquisitely shaped, the whole body is cast in brass, very tall, nearly nine meters high, lifelike, and the legendary appearance is almost the same, it is rich and magnificent, big ears and round eyes, beard like a halberd, a transcendent immortal aura, the most divine is the eyes, the black pupils are like living creatures, the brilliance flashes, full of aura vitality.

Looking up at this statue, Wang Rong's demeanor did not have much admiration and admiration, looking at it seemed to be looking at an old friend, and even a little regretful, the friend became a statue, although it was for people to worship and accept the incense of the disciple, but after all, it was just a statue.

After watching for a long time, Wang Rong left the ancestral hall and continued to go deep into the Xuanqing Temple, the innermost is a row of cloud rooms, which are for the disciples of the Xuanqing Temple to rest and cultivate, but still no one appeared, when he arrived here, the clouds and fog were getting thicker and thicker, and the house was quite blurred in the fog, and a cloud room in the middle had a faint light coming out, as if it was guiding Wang Rong.

Looking at the light from afar, Wang Rong stopped, looked back at the back, I don't know when, the fog has shrouded the entire Xuanqing Temple, the ancestral hall is only twenty or thirty meters away from him, but it is difficult to see the whole picture, the clouds and mist are fluttering, condensed but not dispersed, it seems that it will not be long before it can reach out and see the five fingers is very good.

At this time, a very loud voice came from the cloud room in the thick fog: "Why don't you stop and enter? Could it be that the cloud room is too simple?"

Wang Rong smiled faintly and said, "It's rare to see the sea of clouds in Wuling Mountain, so I naturally want to appreciate it." ”

The man also smiled and said, "Since you like it, it's better to stay here for a long time, and you have to appreciate the good scenery slowly." ”

Wang Rong said, "It's a pity that I'm not a Taoist priest, and I'm not used to living in a Taoist temple. As he spoke, he had already reached the outside of the cloud room, and as soon as he finished speaking, the door was opened.

The furnishings in the room are simple, but the space is not small, more than 100 square meters, only a wooden table and two chairs are placed in the middle, a Taoist priest in a green robe sits with a smile, and there is mist drifting on the table, but he is boiling water and waiting for tea.

Seeing Wang Rong come in, the Taoist priest waved his hand slightly, and said very chicly, "Please sit down, taste the tea of this Wuling Mountain first." ”

Wang Rong was not polite, he sat opposite the Taoist priest, and the teacup was handed over, sending a wisp of fragrance, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, refreshing and refreshing, it was really good tea!

Wang Rong raised his glass and drank it all, the green-robed Taoist priest poured another cup, Wang Rong drank three cups in a row, and drank very boldly, just like drinking, the green-robed Taoist priest's face showed appreciation, but his mouth said, "Aren't you afraid that this tea is poisonous?" The tone was light, implying murderousness, the essence in his eyes flashed, sharp as electricity, and the originally peaceful atmosphere in the cloud room suddenly changed, solemn and solemn.

Wang Rong's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly, "If I can't even tell the difference between poisonous and non-toxic, I won't be qualified to drink your Elder Ye's tea."