no,280 Return to Wudang

It has been a while since he left the Tianxian Palace in Chang'an City. For Huang Junming, what politics, what utilitarianism, what worry about the country and the people, and what creation and inventors, the Ming Jing, has long been abandoned in Chang'an City. Now he is just a leisurely road leading a child.

Walking along the way, enjoying the wind and viewing the scenery, and stepping into the early Tang Dynasty, from the novelty and incompatible way, gradually becoming one with the Tang Dynasty. Whether from the bottom of my heart or in terms of performance, I completely regarded myself as a Tang Dynasty man. An ordinary Taoist in the Tang Dynasty.

The past is full of traffic, and suits and ties gradually disappear with the change of mentality. This is a subconscious forgetting, saying goodbye to the past.

"Master." While walking, the little apprentice Wu Zhao suddenly lifted up and shouted at Huang Junming beside him. What year is he a child? He had long been tired of the exquisiteness of the roadside.

On the contrary, Huang Junming was still very interested in seeing it. At first, Huang Junming saw that Wu Zhao kept asking questions about the surrounding scenery like a hundred thousand whys, and was also happy. He told Wu Zhao about the surrounding affairs and scenery according to what he knew. Later, Wu Zhao lost interest, and Huang Junming was happy to enjoy the scenery alone.

But in this way, Huang Junming was immersed in the endless beauty around him, so he naturally ignored Wu Zhao who was following him. Huang Junming was no longer accused of Wu Zhao's cute shouting. Whenever he encountered this situation, either Wu Zhao felt tired or hungry. No wonder a child wandered around aimlessly with Huang Junming. In the end, he could not compare to the physique of an adult man, Huang Junming.

"What's wrong with Xiao Wuzhao? Are you hungry or tired? If you are tired, let's take a rest on the roadside? If you are hungry and have some fun in your teacher's bag, you can take it to cushion your stomach first. We still have a long way to go!" Huang Junming said to Wuzhao beside him.

"Master, I'm not hungry, and Mingkong's bag is also a little worried! I've eaten a lot on the way just now." Wu Zhao pointed to the package behind him and patted his stomach and said aggrievedly.

Huang Junming squatted down and picked up the innocent little Wu Zhao who looked at him with wide eyes. He gently brushed away the dust on Wu Zhao's nose with one hand, and then said, "Then my good disciple is tired? Can you walk with your master?"

"Don't let Master hug me, I'm not a child." Wu Zhao said angrily: "It's just. Master. Where are we going? Mingkong felt that he had been walking for a long time. At the beginning, there were still people next to the road, but now he has been walking for an hour and has not seen anyone. Looking back, he has no way to see the way, and looking forward is also the way. Where is Master going?"

When Huang Junming heard Wu Zhao's question, he couldn't help but look deep at the mountains in the distance. Yes, for several months, where are he going to walk aimlessly? Then look at the land under his feet. Is it really an irresistible force that drove him to embark on such a path again?

Although the terrain 1,500 years later was somewhat different from the early Tang Dynasty, Huang Junming still knew clearly that he had walked this road and had walked many times. Although today's rammed earth road turned into a busy cement road at that time, the direction had not changed.

On the other end of this road, there is a small town established since the beginning of Qin. This town is named after the mountains, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and is isolated from the world. As early as the end of the Han Dynasty, this place became a place for those who seek immortality and learn Taoism. It is pure and clear and Ning Mi.

Perhaps in the early Tang Dynasty, this place was not famous, but just one of the thousands of mountains, rivers and rivers in the Tang Dynasty. But Huang Jun knew that in the Song Dynasty in a few hundred years, this place would gradually become the world's number one Taoist holy land.

Because this mountain is called Wudang Mountain.

Huang Junming gradually pulled his eyes back, and his arms tightly hugged Wu Zhao in his arms. He said casually: "Good disciple, I want to go to Wudang Mountain. Look, the mountain in front is Wudang Mountain. There is the first home of my master and the place where I came to our Tang Dynasty for me."

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, where he was before coming to the Tang Dynasty, Wu Zhao was confused. Isn't Master a god in the sky? How could he have a home in such a remote mountain?

As the saying goes, "Looking at the mountain and running to death," this old saying is a true portrayal of Huang Junming and his party. More than two hours have passed since that chat. Huang Junming did not even see the town except that he felt that Wudang Mountain became clearer.

When I was tired of walking, I took a rest for a while. When I was hungry, I took out some snacks from the package and ate it. After nearly two hours, I finally got closer. I turned over the woods next to the road, and a small town appeared in front of Huang Junming.

Huang Junming suppressed the excitement in his heart and sorted out the dusty Taoist robe and the already scattered bun at the entrance of the town. Seeing Huang Junming so solemn, Wu Zhao carefully sorted himself out, and then took out two whisks from the big bag that Huang Junming was carrying. He handed the big one to Huang Junming's hand, and the small one directly tapped into his arms. A breath of a small Taoist priest arose naturally.

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

Wudang Town is a small town with few soldiers. After all, everyone is looking down at such a big place. There is no need to guard against anyone. If you want to say that this outsider is apart from the traveler who runs around and sells some needles and threads, that is, the Taoist who grinds mirrors or the hermit monks who go to the mountains to practice Taoism. How come the Taoist priests among the outsiders account for a large part. So the young and old in Wudang Town were not surprised by the combination of Huang Junming and Wu Zhao, two Taoist priests, one or two Taoists. They just glanced at them and smiled.

Huang Junming walked step by step in Wudang Town. This was very different from the Wudang Town in my memory. Huang Junming was surprised for a while. Although it seemed a little dilapidated, it was so reasonable that it appropriately integrated the town and the entire Wudang Mountain, regardless of each other.

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

Huang Junming inquired and held Wu Zhao in the only inn in the town. He was about to go up the mountain soon.

Note: Wudang Town was established during the Qin Dynasty and continued. The rise of Wudang Mountain began after the Song Dynasty and Taoist worshipped Wudang Mountain as the Taoist temple of Emperor Zhenwu. It was in its prime in the Ming Dynasty. At this time, there were only a large number of Taoists living in seclusion. Taoists used bronze mirrors to use bronze mirrors to rust after the bronze mirrors were not clear. Taoist Taoists used mirrors for others to obtain money and food for their needs when they walked.

(To be continued...)
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