Changmei Zhenren said, “Little rascal, don’t be hasty; we can’t find the dragon vein right now.”
“Why can’t we find it?” Ye Qiu was puzzled.
Changmei Zhenren said, “Since ancient times, feng shui masters have had some tricks for seeking dragons.”
“It’s too profound; you might not understand, so this poor Taoist will explain it simply for you.”
“Dragon vein locations must differ from ordinary places, for example, after heavy rain, the place that dries first.”
“After heavy snow, the place where snow melts first.”
“In the early morning when climbing the mountain, the place with mist.”
“When the sun rises and mist disperses, the place where it disperses slowest.”
“At midday in summer, the place steaming with fog.”
“Dig three feet into the soil, the place with five-coloured earth.”
“Around it all burned, a small patch unburned.”
“Around it all barren, a small patch with green grass.”
“Around it all frosted, a place without frost.”
Changmei Zhenren said, “These are the simplest and most practical methods for seeking dragons; right now, with the scorching sun high and clear skies, it’s not the best time to find the dragon vein.”
Ye Qiu immediately asked, “Then when is the best time?”
“Tomorrow morning.” Changmei Zhenren said, “Little rascal, give a heads-up to the relevant personnel managing Mount Tai; tonight we’ll stay here and not go down the mountain, tell them not to disturb us.”
“Also, have them clear out all the tourists before tonight, so they don’t bother us.”
“No problem, right?”
“No problem.” Ye Qiu took out his phone, made a call, and after hanging up, said, “Sorted.”
“Very good, we’ll wait right here.” After Changmei Zhenren finished, he went off to find Duan Dake again.
The two discussed poetry and literature, talking endlessly.
Changmei Zhenren and Duan Dake chatted from classical literature to modern poetry, then the two actually started a poetry contest.
The so-called poetry contest was for the two to each write a poem on the same theme, then compare which was superior.
Changmei Zhenren recited, “Rain deploys cloud soldiers on the battlefield, flower officials and grass generals clash busily, in chaos they summon reinforcements, lips like spears and tongues like swords spit sharp gleams.” New Bi Qu Ge
Duan Dake followed with, “Delicate cries shake the canopy, up and down fluttering with silver spears, slaying grass generals and breaching cave hides, flower officials hard-pressed by wolfish moves.”
Changmei Zhenren then composed another, “Spots of blood splatter the new bed, ceasing only when flowers and grasses are all slain, mad laughter at defeating tender grass today, unaware of the lips and tongue general striking out.”
Duan Dake quickly composed another, “Tsk-tsk sounds battle silver spears, layers of defence hard to withstand, spirit flies and soul departs as jade nectar flows, limbs numb and weak collapse on the battlefield.”
…
Ye Qiu sat nearby, his handsome face now as black as the bottom of a pot.
He was very angry.
One was the esteemed head of a sect, the other also a figure of note; how could they write such poems?
These two fellows, each more shameless than the other, utterly depraved.
Ye Qiu felt like killing these two.
Finally, dusk fell.
Duan Dake reluctantly bid farewell to Changmei Zhenren.
“Head Chongxu, having the fortune to meet you today, I truly didn’t come in vain!”
“I’ve decided, after returning, I’ll compile the poems we wrote today into a book and spread it, so the world knows that in ancient times there was Ziqi and Boya with their high mountains and flowing waters becoming an eternal tale, and today there’s Chongxu and Dake meeting at Mount Tai, bonding as confidants through poetry.”
“What do you think?”
Changmei Zhenren smiled, “Excellent! Oh right, old Duan, after the poetry collection is edited, remember to mail me a copy; address it to Chongxu Daoist at Wudang Mountain.”
Ye Qiu heard this, his mouth twitched, thinking inwardly, the old thing is stirring up trouble!
Duan Dake smiled, “Head Chongxu, rest assured; once the poetry collection is printed, I’ll definitely visit Wudang Mountain and personally deliver it to you.”
“Fine, I’ll wait for you at Wudang Mountain.” Changmei Zhenren said with a beaming smile.
“Head Chongxu, green mountains remain unchanged, blue waters flow forever; we’ll meet again.”
Duan Dake cupped his hands and left with a smile.
Only then did Ye Qiu say, “Old thing, aren’t you afraid Chongxu Daoist will see the poetry collection and come after you?”
“This poor Taoist is just afraid he won’t come after me.” Changmei Zhenren said, “If that bull-nosed fellow dares to trouble me, this poor Taoist will make sure he knows why flowers are so red.”
“I’ve long wanted to beat him, hmph~”
That night, Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren stayed at Jade Emperor Peak, sitting cross-legged in meditation.
The next morning.
Heavy fog appeared, like white clouds spread across thousands of miles, resembling a huge jade plate suspended between heaven and earth; the mountain peaks were all swallowed by the clouds and mist, appearing and disappearing, like a fairyland.
Ye Qiu was confused and asked, “Old thing, I remember you said that in the early morning when climbing the mountain, the place with mist is where the dragon vein is; this bloody place is all mist, where’s the dragon vein?”
“Don’t rush.” Changmei Zhenren looked composed, “This poor Taoist also said that when the sun rises and mist disperses, the place where it disperses slowest is the dragon vein.”
“Little rascal, keep a good watch later for where the mist disperses slowest.”
Not long after.
The morning sun rose, and in the distant sky, the clouds glowed with red and purple, some like ten thousand horses galloping, some like phoenixes spreading wings, some like peacocks fanning tails…
The sky full of rosy clouds merged with the vast sea of clouds, like a giant oil painting descending from heaven; the dawn light and mist reflected each other, indescribably beautiful.
Unfortunately, Ye Qiu had no mind to appreciate the scenery; he just wanted to find the dragon vein.
This scene lasted a full two hours.
Two hours later, the mist gradually dispersed.
The mountain peaks slowly revealed their true forms.
Ye Qiu focused intently, always watching the place where the mist dispersed slowest, and soon, he made a discovery.
“Old thing, look there!”
Ye Qiu pointed into the distance and shouted.
Changmei Zhenren looked up and saw at the foot of Mount Tai, there was a valley.
At that moment, in the valley, a mass of white mist lingered, not dispersing for a long time.
“Damn, why is it in the gorge?”
Changmei Zhenren then sighed, “If only we could fly on swords, then we could reach the valley in an instant; now, we’ll have to go down the mountain again.”
“Stop dawdling, hurry and set off.” After Ye Qiu finished, he hurried down the mountain.
Changmei Zhenren followed closely.
Half an hour later.
The two arrived at that valley.
This valley was quite hidden, surrounded by towering peaks, as if cut off from the world, and very desolate; obviously, no one had come for a long time.
When Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren arrived, the mist had just dispersed, revealing shallow green grass growing in the valley’s low-lying area.
“Old thing, are you sure the dragon vein is here?”
Ye Qiu was somewhat doubtful, because this place looked very ordinary.
“Whether the dragon vein is here or not, we’ll know with a probe.” After Changmei Zhenren finished, he took out a talisman and threw it out.
“Boom!”
The talisman turned into thunder, splitting open the ground.
In an instant, a deep pit appeared.
Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren leaned over to look, and saw that the soil in the deep pit was in black, red, green, yellow, and white—five colours.
“This is five-coloured soil; the dragon vein is right here.”
Changmei Zhenren said, “Little rascal, step back farther; today this poor Taoist will show you how a feng shui master captures a dragon…” New Bi Qu Ge provides you with the fastest update of Gaishi Shenyi, Chapter 1208: The Place of Fengshan, Capturing the Dragon (Part 2) free reading.
