After getting off the cable car, I climbed up for a long distance before reaching the Golden Peak. Today, because of the Dharma Assembly, there was an isolation belt around me. Visitors looked out of the isolation belt.

Wang Xiaojun always thought that the so-called golden roof was a place similar to the Golden Palace. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. It turned out that the golden roof was a copper building like a small pavilion, with Buddha statues in it. However, after closer inspection, he found that the pavilion was full of brilliance and simplicity. Seeing that the introduction was built in the Ming Dynasty, he felt the extraordinary.

On the edge of the isolation belt, the reporters of the TV station held microphones and cameras in clusters, and some of the local leaders in suits and ties were probably standing under the steps. An elderly Taoist priest was kneeling in front of the golden top to worship, under the cry of the disciples. The old Taoist priest was white in his hair and invigorated. After worshiping the statue of the god, he stood up calmly and said calmly: "Licheng."

When Tang Sisi saw his Taoist Bone Fairy Wind look, she couldn't help but sigh: "Jing Zenzi is so stylish."

Hu Tai looked at it for a long time and hesitated and asked, "This Wudang leader is a peerless master, and there is no clue from his appearance."

Wang Xiaojun said contemptuously: "A peerless master, naturally they are all introverted. No matter how whispered, they are the ones who are in the sky bridge."

At that moment, the leaders and reporters had a dedicated person to accompany him down the mountain. Jing Chanzi walked towards the resting place on the mountainside under the surrounded by more than a dozen disciples. The tourists watching the fun also dispersed with satisfaction. Wang Xiaojun followed Jing Chanzi forward, and several little Taoists stopped him.

Wang Xiaojun raised the room card in his hand and said repeatedly: "One person! One person!" He held this room card, whether it was taking the cable car or entering paid attractions, and the staff often looked up to him, which was a taste of the sweetness.

Sure enough, those little Taoists were stunned when they saw the words Wudang Villa on the room card.

Jing Chanzi turned around and glanced at him when he heard the movement, and smiled slightly and said, "Since they are fellow Taoists, let them follow me." The little Taoists hurriedly let Wang Xiaojun in.

Jing Chanzi arrived at the courtyard below the golden top, and a Taoist priest came up to us and led everyone into a spacious room. Jing Chanzi waved his hand and walked away from the disciple, and sat down first and said, "Sit down, three little fellow Taoists."

Wang Xiaojun and the others sat down in the first place under Jing Chanzi. At this moment, Wang Xiaojun was still a little nervous after all. Jing Chanzi is a recognized martial arts master. In terms of administrative level, he is also a deputy ministerial level. The mayor and governor must be polite when they see others. Although he is the fourth heir to the "Former" Iron Palm Gang, the gap is in the sky and earth.

Jing Zenzi saw that the three young men were a little helpless and said kindly: "I can't tell that the three young people are all determined to be honest. It's so great. Which fairy mountain do you have to practice in?"

When Wang Xiaojun heard that this was someone questioning his sect, he figured it out now. He might not know that he was waiting for the mountain to go up the mountain. He was only able to be received by chance. It was not necessarily because he was asked knowingly, so he said angrily: "My name is Wang Xiaojun. I used to be from the Iron Palm Gang, but later I joined the Emei Sect, but I was quickly fired. Speaking of which, I am now a sect without a sect."

"Oh." Jing Chanzi nodded twice, and it seemed that he was unclear, but it was not easy to ask in detail due to etiquette. He changed the topic and said, "Do you have any questions about Taoism and Dharma to study with me?"

"Assisting as a researcher?" Wang Xiaojun wondered, this old Taoist was too good at interrupting. Since I clearly stated that I was from the martial arts world, who participated in the research of what kind of Taoism with you, I simply said, "Master Taoist, I came to Wudang for something to ask for your help."

"You might as well tell me."

Wang Xiaojun adjusted his tone and said slowly: "You must know about the Wushu Association. My grandfather Wang Donglai will be cancelled if he does not appear in the Wushu Association for another two months. You are not unfamiliar with Yubachuan of Qingcheng Sect? He wanted to take this opportunity to replace my grandfather. He actually sent someone to the Tiezhang Help to plot against me..." He explained in detail what the Qingcheng Sect did during this period, how did he accidentally hurt Hu Tailai, and how he went to Mount Emei to worship Jiang Qingxia as his teacher, and then said, "So I think your help is to prevent Yubachuan from entering the Standing Committee at the Wushu Association Conference. I know this is very presumptuous, but you should also know about Yubachuan's character. This person is not right and if he enters Chang, he will be on the road of no return."

Wang Xiaojun finished speaking in one breath, and Tang Sisi and Hu Tailai both gave him a thumbs up. It was rare that he had a clear idea and explained something clearly. What's even more rare is that there was no nonsense in such a long narrative.

After listening for a long time, Jing Chanzi scratched his gray hair and said with a confused look: "The old Taoist is so confused. Qingcheng Sect and our Wudang belong to the Quanzhen Sect. Brother Tongxuan, the head of Qingcheng Sect, has always been calm and humble. Why can't I contact him at all what you said?"

Wang Xiaojun said angrily: "This Yubachuan is really good at pretending, and he is still Tongxuan." He turned to ask Tang Sisi, "Does Yubachuan have another Taoist name called Tongxuan?"

Tang Sisi hesitated and shook her head...

Wang Xiaojun thought about it and then realized that Jiang Qingxia had reminded him before he came, not to be dizzy by the old Taoist Tai Chi. It seems that he has foresight. This Jing Zenzi pretended to be ignorant of his questions. Didn’t he use the power to transform his strength? Wang Xiaojun smiled and said, “Master Taoist, don’t be careless. It’s okay, no… I’ll ask again tomorrow.”

Jing Chanzi said unhappily: "Why are you so careless?" He said that, and he stepped forward and looked like he was going to issue an order to expel the guest.

Wang Xiaojun, he didn't think he could succeed in one go. Today is not good enough, he would come back tomorrow. Even if the old Taoist did not spit out in the end, as long as this matter left an impression on him, it would be a goal, so he didn't take it to heart.

Seeing that Hu Tailai might be able to see Jing Chanzi again in the future, he hurriedly got up and folded his fists and said, "I am Hu Tailai, a disciple of the Black Hu Sect, and I have an irrespectful request. I want to see Taoist Master Jing Chanzi's Tai Chi, and I hope Taoist Master will give me some advice."

Jing Chanzi was stunned and then suddenly said, "You... are you looking for the head of Wudang, right?"

The three of them were surprised and said, "Aren't you the head of Wudang?"

"Jing Zenzi" said: "I am the head of Wudang, and the Dharma name is Miaolingzi."

Wang Xiaojun said in a daze: "What is your relationship with Jing Chanzi?"

Miao Lingzi said: "As a sect, I am the head of Wudang. As a martial arts sect, he is the head of Wulin. Some fellow Taoists are involved in studying Taoism. It is right to find me to preside over the Dharma. For example, this little friend will go to find Jing Zenzi when he teaches martial arts. Do you understand what I say?"

Wang Xiaojun said aloud: "It's just one system and two units?"

Miao Lingzi smiled and said, "It's almost the same. When I saw you staying in Wudang Villa, I thought it was a disciple of another Taoist brother from another place who came to see me to discuss the Tao, but I didn't expect it to be a misunderstanding."

Tang Sisi said speechlessly: "The Taoist priest regards us as students of Taoist academy."

Wang Xiaojun collapsed and said, "It's indeed a misunderstanding. So we want to meet Taoist Master Jing Chanzi. Can you recommend it?"

Miao Lingzi said, "Myongzi and I do not interfere with each other. If you want to see him, you have to go to the Wudang Sect's disciples."

Hu Tailai said with a hope of intent: "That Taoist master, you can do Tai Chi, right? Can you give me some advice?"

Miao Lingzi glared at her eyes and said, "I have only practiced a few things for health preservation. Besides, the old Taoist is almost 70 years old, do you have the heart to fight with me?"

Wang Xiaojun whispered to remind Hu Tailai: "It's too late for his age to hide. Do you dare to fight with someone? You have to make an accident with this collision. Taoist priests across the country can't let you go!"

Hu Tai was shocked.

Wang Xiaojun bowed to Miao Lingzi and said, "I have caused trouble for you, Taoist priest. Let's say goodbye now. Maybe one day after I have achieved great enlightenment after I am 40, I will come to you to ask for advice on Taoism."

Miao Lingzi smiled and said, "When you are 40 years old, the old Taoist will burn a pile of ashes to live forever." Miao Lingzi's speech is humorous and interesting, and everything is not in the mind. If you want to say it, it can be considered a peerless master. Unfortunately, it is not the kind that Wang Xiaojun and the others are looking for...

The three of them came out of the Taoist temple in a daze. Wang Xiaojun shook his hand and said, "Okay, after spending a long time, I found the head of Wudang. The Wudang Sect is divided into arts and sciences. What we are looking for is the head of the Department of Physics. The one we just saw was the dean of the School of Literature."

Tang Sisi sighed and said, "I knew that your beautiful head was unreliable in doing things. She must have not explained our background to the people in Wudang. She was wrong from the beginning. The Taoist priest Wang who received us was obviously in charge of public relations in the Wudang Sect."

Wang Xiaojun nodded: "No wonder the staff here have the fake attentiveness of "entering the sons and classmates of the Tourism Director". It turns out that we really treat us as children who are free to play and stay."

Hu Tailai said understandingly: "Jiang Qingxia didn't explain our identity clearly, but she was also particularly concerned. If Jing Chanzi knew that Wang Donglai's grandson came to him, she would naturally understand your purpose, and she would be more likely to avoid it." Wang Xiaojun nodded and agreed.

Tang Sisi said: "What should we do next?"

Wang Xiaojun was full of depression and had nowhere to vent his anger. He sighed: "Wudang Mountain is so big and there are so many Taoist temples. The real Wudang Sect must be hidden in it. We will start looking everywhere tomorrow. We can always find it. If it really doesn't work, we can only get out."

At this time, it was dark, and Wang Xiaojun and the others were still in the Taoist temple at the top of Tianzhu Peak. If they hadn't talked with Miao Lingzi for so long, they would have been driven down the mountain by the staff. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Xiaojun happened to walk around with his hands behind his back, and said with a look of compassion: "Old Hu, Sisi. You can go back first."

Hu Tailai wondered: "What about you?"

Wang Xiaojun said quietly: "I suck the spiritual energy of the Immortal Mountain. Maybe tomorrow I will see through the world and find Miao Lingzi to become a monk and become a Taoist priest, and then all the worries will be gone." He continued, "Based on my understanding, I may be expected to be able to understand the world at around 8:35 tomorrow morning!"

Tang Sisi knew that he was talking nonsense again, but she also understood that he might need to be quiet. So she pulled Hu Tai and the two of them down the mountain first.

Wang Xiaojun was still slowly wandering in the mountains with his hands behind his back, as if he was inspecting the country and the people, and as if he was an elderly widow who had no children and had no children walking alone at midnight. In short, he looked sad and pretentious...

He wandered all the way from the top of the mountain. I don’t know how long it took to be in front of a magnificent Taoist temple. Wang Xiaojun had no intention of entering, so he pushed his feet and passed by. Unexpectedly, a piece of watermelon peel that had not been eaten clean from the slightly open viewing door was thrown out, and it hit Wang Xiaojun’s chest obliquely. With a slap, he splashed all over his body! Wang Xiaojun had been in a bad mood these two days, and he couldn’t help but get angry from his heart. He didn’t care who threw the melon peel, and blurted out: “Are you sick?”

"How did you know?" The person in the audience responded without hesitation.

"Hey!? Fight for trouble, right?"

Wang Xiaojun could no longer bear it and pushed his palms flat and knocked the viewing door open, but the situation inside surprised him! ——

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