"Hand!" The old Taoist priest's voice was still like the big bell, and there were echoes on this somewhat quiet cliff.

You should know that this is not a valley, but a dangerous peak that is inferior to the main peak even in the eyes of the people around you. This mountain is not only shocked by the sound, but also has a sense of extraordinaryness among the clouds and mist.

"Master!" The little Taoist priest did not return slowly, but in this small place where there was only a Taoist temple, he could only hear the sound and not see the person.

The old Taoist priest sat upright on the edge of the cliff. His hair was white, and his long beard was dragged to his feet, but his face was as white as a child. The so-called childish face of a crane should be referring to this kind of person.

"Spiritual, have you done morning class?" asked the old Taoist priest, sitting cross-legged on a pure white stone, his body filled with breath, as if water vapor was steaming.

The little Taoist priest ran over from the door with a groaning, "Do it, Master!"

The old Taoist priest did not look back, "Has the Sanqing Ancestor sacrificed to you?"

"It's incense, the fragrance of yesterday has not been burned yet!"

"Where is Emperor Zhenwu? The incense in front of Emperor Zhenwu must have been burned!"

"The incense of Emperor Zhenwu? Master, you are so confused." The little Taoist priest raised his head with some confusion, "The incense of Emperor Zhenwu, since two years ago, you have said you don't need to burn incense!"

The old Taoist priest patted his head, "Oh, I met Emperor Zhenwu a few days ago. He said there was no need to go to the incense. Since that's the case, just scan the dust in front of the yard!"

"What happened two years ago was a few days ago... the master was really confused..." The little Taoist priest muttered in his heart, but it was hard to say it clearly because of the majesty of the old Taoist priest.

He had a helpless look on his face, but he was not slow to answer, "I had already swept it when I woke up this morning. There were no other gods in our temple, so there was no need to light a candle and burn incense... Master, it's almost noon, and lunch has been prepared!"

"Haha, Xiao Lingdao has finally grown up!" The old Taoist priest had a look of comfort and jumped up from the stone, "Who is aware of the big dream first? I know it in my life! Disciple, do you have wine?"

The little Taoist priest looked stern, "Master, don't drink too much in a day. You have already drunk half a pound this morning!"

"Ahem!" The old Taoist priest was choked suddenly and smiled bitterly, "Okay, okay, I won't drink it at noon!"

He patted his apprentice's head, "The little baby who was following me back then is now learning to be quite good!"

The little Taoist priest didn't speak, just laughed, and was abandoned from birth and picked up by the master in the front yard. He lived here for sixteen years, and no one except his master would do this to himself.

The two of them waved their sleeves at the same time, put away their whisks, and walked towards the small yard beside them. At this moment, the smoke from the cooking stove on the roof disappeared and disappeared.

At the foot of the mountain, the group was climbing up the stairs, and the peak above their heads was like a natural chasm, causing everyone to complain.

"Shi Boss Song, this mountain is too high!" A little Taoist priest leaned against a long sword and looked at the endless mountain road in front of him, feeling that his last bit of strength was going to be used up.

The middle-aged Taoist priest in the lead waved his hand, and his sweat had soaked his clothes. Even though he was very skilled in martial arts, he felt a little unable to hold on at this moment.

"We can't stop, we have to seize the time. The inheritance of the Zhenwu lineage cannot be completely cut off here!"

As soon as he said this, the other people immediately forced themselves to cheer up. They also knew that it was already at the critical moment of life and death, so what could it be if they were a little tired?

Just as they were talking, the mountains where the clouds and mist were originally thick, it seemed that the rain had stopped, slowly revealing their way forward.

The road that should have been endless and long seemed so short at this moment. The small Taoist temple that should have been high above the top of the mountain had already arrived in front of them, with two Taoist priests, one old and one young, sitting among them.

Everyone was even a little dazed in an instant. Did they accidentally forget the itinerary while speaking, or did they actually have already walked most of the journey, and the mountain view in front was just the distant view of the fairy mountain like a tall building on the sea?

Several people were in a flash of thoughts, but they had already followed the middle-aged Taoist priest in the lead and bowed respectfully to the old Taoist priest, "Zhenwu Mountain, the disciple of Wudang Sect, Song Mingzhe, the head of the sect and abbot, have met the uncle of the master (the uncle of the master)!"

"Oh? Those little bastards still remember my old bones?" said the old Taoist priest. He posed his sleeves, and the dishes in front of him were arranged on both sides, obediently landing on the table beside him, and a clearing of open space was cleared.

The Taoist priests, both young and old, also walked out of the temple with priests. On the front of the Taoist temple was a statue of the Sanqing ancestor. In the incense burner, three long fragrances were wafting with green smoke, which brought a wonderful scene of Taoist sect.

But the few people who came did not raise their heads and leaned over to bow again, "Abbot and the head, please go down the mountain!"

"But I don't know what the situation outside is today? You are so worried that you can ask me to go down the mountain?" The old Taoist stroked his long beard and asked.

"The uncle of the master doesn't know anything. The sixty years have passed, and the eight leaders have arrived together. If I don't give them an explanation, I'm afraid that our sects will have the power of overthrowing today!"

Song Mingzhe said, and even bent down and bowed three times, "I hope my uncle goes down the mountain to save the Taoist sect from water and fire!"

"The old Taoist once swore that he would never go to the Wudang Temple in Zhenwu Mountain. Could it be that you, the younger generation, would have broken this rule because of your invitation?" His words were not very harsh and his voice was not loud, but anyone could hear the decisiveness in the language.

"Please help Master Uncle... save Wudang!" Several people on the field knelt down immediately, and tears flashed in their eyes, and they were about to bow down.

The old Taoist priest shook his sleeves and the man had already floated away. The whisk in his hand drew several circles in the air like a spirituality, and then disappeared, leaving only one sentence: "Heyan, you can do this today!"

"Old man with a hard mouth and a soft heart!" The little Taoist shook his head, then packed up his clothes and walked slowly to everyone, "Get up, Master, he won't go down the mountain!"

Song Mingzhe's face was filled with sorrow, "This...what should I do this, what should I do! The head of the sect is still waiting for my news!"

He looked at the little Taoist priest, "Uncle Master, otherwise you can help us persuade Uncle Master again. The safety of the entire Zhenwu Mountain is all in his mind!"

He Yan shook his head, "My nephew Mingzhe, no one can refute what Master decided so far!"

"Oh... it's my Wudang Sect's fate," Song Mingzhe shook his head, knowing that today is just chasing the light of fireflies, "Go down the mountain!"

He said to the more than ten people who followed him, "If you still have a trace of kindness in your heart, follow me back to meet the heads of the Eight Sects. Today is the time for our disciples to die for Wudang! If you don't want to go down from this mountain, there is a secret passage to the river, and there will be a ferry to attract you. From now on, you will no longer walk around the world in the name of Wudang, and you can still retain a trace of incense for our century-old sect!"

The expression on his face suddenly unraveled, "We should have thought that what happened today is a crime that we did. No wonder others, go down the mountain!"

He clapped his hands and bowed respectfully to the direction where the old Taoist priest left, and then urged his disciples to go down the mountain.

"Wait!" He Yan stopped him, "I'll go with you!"
Chapter completed!