"Inquiry Dao Convention? Is this an invitation for us?" On Mount Wudang, Master Chen looked at the invitation letter handed over by Jiang Wen with a puzzled expression. ♬ ♦ ♦ ♧ He frowned as he read the contents.
"If this Inquiry Dao Convention is about exchanging skills through martial arts, wouldn't it be somewhat inappropriate? After all, it also involves the image of our Taoist religion. What if it causes misunderstandings among outsiders?"
"Mount Wudang is known as a sacred land of martial arts in the eyes of the world, famous not only for Wudang Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword, but also a frequent guest in various martial arts novels. Master Chen, instead of worrying that participating in the convention will ruin Wudang's reputation, you should understand that the Inquiry Dao Convention is a good opportunity for rectification. The world is changing too fast now, and many things are happening. You should have seen the battle of gods a few days ago, Master Chen, right?" Jiang Wen smiled and placed a black piece down. Looking at the situation on the chessboard, his expression was serene.
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Master Chen sighed when he saw Jiang Wen's move. Then, as if he had thought of something, he stared at Jiang Wen and asked, "Was the battle of gods that day related to you, Fellow Daoist?"
"What if it is related? What if it is not related? Even if Master Chen knows the truth, what can you do? I won this game of chess." Jiang Wen finalized his move, then stood up from the futon. He looked at the heavy snow outside Mount Wudang, admiring the vast, frozen scenery.
His blue and white robe fluttered in the wind, his face as warm as jade, like an immortal descending to earth, causing people to be in a daze.
"The Inquiry Dao Convention is held by me to revitalize the Daoist sect, and people from all over the country can participate. As for what rewards will be given to those who win the competition? It will definitely not disappoint Master Chen. I hope Master Chen will consider whether to participate in my competition." After Jiang Wen finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand and pointed to the side. In Master Chen's wide eyes, a crystal-clear blue long sword slowly floated.
The sword body was like a gemstone, reflecting the snow scene and appearing particularly cold. Even without turning his head, Jiang Wen could know Master Chen's current mood. The corners of his mouth slightly curved, and the flying sword flew around his body.
"Master Chen, please consider it." His leisurely voice came, and Jiang Wen flew away on his sword in the heavy snow. His appearance was like a celestial being from the Nine Heavens, his robes fluttering, like a crane taking flight. Between heaven and earth, he seized the beauty of creation. The beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers also converged into Master Chen's mind at this moment, making it difficult for him to forget for a long time.
It was not until the disciples under his sect came to greet him that Master Chen came back to his senses. He patted his wooden head, holding the white piece in his hand for a long time without putting it down, his fingers already frozen and aching.
"Master? What's wrong?" The young disciple asked curiously.
"It's nothing." Master Chen showed emotion, tossed the white piece between his fingers, and threw it into the chess box. "I just saw another world."
Master Chen seemed to have made up his mind. He stood up and walked towards the Jade Emperor Hall of Mount Wudang.
Outside the Taoist gate, the white snow remained, and occasionally the sound of cranes could be heard. The distant bells rang, and the millennia-old Taoist gate began a new year.
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Jiang Wen rode the wind, floating in the universe of heaven and earth.
He looked up and down at the vastness, only feeling that everything in the world was incomparably vivid. Every flower, every tree, every snowflake, and every white cloud were all where the Dao resided.
Those who came and went were all integrated into his divine consciousness.
After that unrestrained act of showing off just now, Jiang Wen felt that something in his heart had been opened.
That was a feeling of ease, a joy of nature. It was the joy of removing shackles, the inherent smoothness of letting go of attachments.
Since he had the Daoist temple connecting the two worlds, he had always been mainly kind. Afraid of suspicion, afraid of gossip, afraid of losing.
Even after embarking on the path of cultivation and seizing the creation of heaven and earth. With supernatural powers and profound magic power. Going up to the sky and down to the earth, he was also omnipotent. In the present world, he also tried to be approachable and unwilling to show off casually.
This was also a kind of past restraint for Jiang Wen, a shackle he had once imposed on himself.
Now, cutting off this past obsession is also letting go of the invisible barrier he had once set up. Feeling this sense of liberation, Jiang Wen only felt as light as a feather, as if entering a state of no self.
Standing on the flying sword and laughing loudly, Jiang Wen only knew today what it meant to be me, just me.
"Why are you happy?" Zi Yun asked suspiciously.
"There are thousands of difficulties and dangers in the world, but reconciling with oneself is the most difficult thing. I once heard a poem, 'The tide comes on the Qiantang River, and today I know that I am me.' A true person, a true person, a true self, is a person. That's all, that's all!"
His Dao heart was clear, and he only felt that the golden core in his body was rapidly solidifying. The liquid, which was already the size of a fist, gradually solidified, revealing something as hard as an eggshell.
This was a sign that the three flowers were about to gather at the top, and it was also a symbol that the golden core path was entering the upper level.
When the three flowers gather at the top and the five qi return to the origin. Jumping out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements.
When Jiang Wen returns the five qi to the origin in the future, it will be when he enters the realm of heaven and man. At that time, he will also be able to call himself an immortal and long-lived person.
"Come back, I've wronged you." Jiang Wen waved his hand, and Feishuang reluctantly entered his sleeve.
This sword had been with him for many days, and it could be considered that he had nurtured the soul. If a few more years passed, I am afraid that the sword soul could be born.
Stepping on the clouds, Jiang Wen looked at the vast rivers and mountains. His eyes looked towards the distant Mount Longhu, and he slowly walked towards Mount Longhu.
There were some things that he should also return.
Mount Longhu is a famous mountain of Taoism. Although its reputation is gradually inferior to Wudang, it is still a major sect.
When Jiang Wen fell under Mount Longhu, he could still see many tourists walking towards Mount Longhu. These people took advantage of the heavy snowfall to prepare to take in the snow scene at the top of Mount Longhu. Among them, there were also many pilgrims who came to pray for their future prospects.
Jiang Wen appeared unique among them, especially in that exquisite Taoist robe. He obviously did not look like a disciple of Mount Longhu.
The curious eyes of others came one after another, but Jiang Wen didn't care. Like them, he also climbed the steps step by step.
During the period, many people asked about his origins, and Jiang Wen truthfully informed them.
"Brother, are you a Taoist from Jingxu Temple? I've also heard of Jingxu Temple. It's very popular on short video platforms recently. The main thing is that the disciples in this Taoist temple are all beautiful women, each one is so pretty. Brother, do you think the videos are real?"
"It's real," Jiang Wen answered sincerely.
"Damn! Isn't that awesome! If I could be surrounded by so many beautiful women every day, I would be willing to die!"
"Little Taoist, what are you doing here at Mount Longhu?"
"Grandma, like you, I am here to offer incense at the Celestial Master's Mansion."
"Fellow Daoists from Jingxu Temple have come to visit the fellow Daoists of Mount Longhu."
The voice was loud, as if he had turned on a loudspeaker. Before long, three or four Taoists came out of the Taoist temple, all looking at Jiang Wen in surprise.
"Fellow Daoist, what is your intention in coming here?"
