《吕祖全传》Vol. 2
About this page. The original text of 《吕祖全传》 Vol. 2 (Zangwai Daoshu 藏外道書, 5 volumes) is shown in Classical Chinese as transmitted in the Godners/DaoZang edition. An English interpretation of the 9 passages on this page accompanies it: select a passage or press “Interpretation” to show it. All texts in English
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This passage from The Complete Biography of Ancestor Lü first uses Ancestor Lü’s voice to explain why people lose their original nature and how they can cultivate the Dao and help the world. It then recounts how he subdued the Willow Spirit, urged people to do good, and ultimately became an immortal.
The master said: “When people reach places of bustle and splendor, they easily forget the way home. The wealth and status glittering along the road are alluring. People wear themselves out acquiring property and hoarding treasure, only to be constantly tormented by the ‘Six Thieves’—a term commonly used in Buddhist and Daoist traditions for the six sensory desires that disturb mind and body. Their wealth is consumed, their homes fall into ruin. By the time they wish to turn back, they can no longer recognize the road they came by. They must find somewhere to shelter as best they can, and may even fall into debt and enmity until they have nowhere to live. The farther they travel, the more distant they become from where they began, until they are cut off from it entirely.
“So you must take charge of yourself and seek the source of life. Return to the origin, restore what was original, and go back to the ancestral source. Heaven and Earth are my dwelling; Yin and Yang are my companions; the sun and moon are my lamps; rivers and lakes are my wine cups; mountains are my earth and stones. The wind, clouds, rain, and dew are all connected with me. Where does life come from, and where does death go? The rise and fall, gain and loss of people throughout history are no more than passing clouds.”
I asked the master, “What method should I cultivate to reach such a state?” He replied, “There are many methods of cultivation, and their paths differ. You should compare and examine them, seeking the deepest and most subtle principles.” He then pointed out the limitations of many practices, one by one. Simply taking medicines made from pine resin, visualizing the Dantian (energy center), regulating the breath and concentrating the spirit, holding the breath or absorbing Qi, or sitting in meditation at set times cannot make one an immortal. Nor can one become an immortal by declaring that the tongue, eyes, crown of the head, kidneys, or other body parts are the key to refining the elixir. Refining lead and mercury in an alchemical furnace, harvesting and supplementing Yin and Yang, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, bowing to the Dipper and worshipping the stars, drawing talismans and chanting spells, massage and daoyin exercises, or eating only plain foods may also become objects of attachment, and can even lead one astray. The primal Qi of Heaven is not found by imitating outward forms, and the numinous medicine of the Great One is not obtained by refining lead and mercury.
“The key to cultivating the Dao is to go beyond attachment and realize the formless, imageless foundation. Yin and Yang, Dragon and Tiger, Tortoise and Snake, the infant, the Yellow Matron, and drawing forth Kan to fill Li are all symbols used in Neidan (internal alchemy) to describe changes in body and mind. If you cling to their literal meanings and specific techniques, you will lose your way. In daily life, keep to your original source and do not let the spirit be pulled about by distractions. Then you can be still amid movement and find substance within emptiness, and so discern the crucial passage between life and death. True cultivation is something you must experience for yourself. If you keep seeking it from others, you are more likely to take the wrong path.”
When he had finished speaking, two attendants brought fruit, wine, and food. Immortal cranes and blue phoenixes danced; the attendants sang, and the music rang out in the air. Ancestor Lü and the others drank freely, almost forgetting the passage of years in the world. As the banquet was drawing to a close, the two immortal masters, Li and Zhang, said that this gathering had been arranged to open Lü Sheng’s mind. If he could shed his mortal form, he could travel with them. After the two masters departed on cranes, the master said to Lü Sheng: “When you encounter joy, do not be led by joy; when you encounter sorrow, do not be trapped by sorrow. When people gather, do not let your heart become bound to their gathering; when they part, do not cling to their separation. Take care to understand this in both word and deed.”
Lü Sheng then went with the master to live in a hermitage. By day, he listened to teachings on the essentials of cultivation; by night, he sat quietly and contemplated the mystery. Gradually he saw his original face and saw through illusory forms. He realized that a single movement of the mind could bring forth wondrous transformations, without any need to seek them out deliberately or force them through technique.
Seeing that Lü Sheng’s cultivation was nearing completion, the master told him: “In the past, you met my own master in Puyin Village and promised to save Yitong. Now Yitong has fallen into an evil path. You should pass on the essential teachings to him and help him return to the right path. Then come back as soon as you can, without letting worldly affairs entangle you.” The master gave Lü Sheng a fly whisk, a bowl, and a gourd. Disguised as a mendicant Daoist, Lü Sheng went to Huoshui Village in search of Yitong. There he learned that Yitong’s parents had died, that Liu had kept her vow of chastity and entered religious life, and that the family home had been turned into a Daoist temple.
Lü Sheng went to the women’s convent and asked to stay the night, but the nuns refused him. He provoked them with jokes and spoke of the Buddhist path: one must dispel ignorance, remain firm in purpose, and resist being moved by sexual desire or the joys and sorrows of the world. Even in the face of knives and fire, one must not waver; that is the way to transcendence. After hearing him, the senior nun asked for his guidance and told him how she had kept her vow of chastity and practiced for many years. Lü Sheng urged her not to regard marriage to a wealthy family as the only possible happiness, nor to reject religious cultivation simply because life was hard. The nun was displeased. She ordered him thrown out and shut the convent gates.
With a sweep of his fly whisk, Lü Sheng entered the scripture hall. Incense smoke curled through the air, and heavenly flowers fell around them. Astonished, the nun nevertheless remained committed to her austere practice. Lü Sheng asked if she wished to see her husband. She replied that he had been away for many years and she did not know whether he was alive or dead; even if he returned, she would not resume a worldly life. Lü Sheng said that he and her husband had both left home under Master Zhong, and that her husband had already attained the true fruit of cultivation. He told her to turn around and look. When she did, Lü Sheng revealed his true form. Recognizing Ancestor Lü, she asked him to guide her to liberation. Ancestor Lü took out an elixir pill and had her swallow it. He then transformed the tin staff in her hand into a crane and prepared to take her away, but Master Zhong called to them from the sky, telling her to wait and giving her a verse. Its lines, such as “At midnight the bright moon rises” and “White snow flies from the cold furnace,” symbolized inner clarity and the ripening of cultivation. The final line said that she need not become a stone gazing after her husband: with a single step, she could ascend to the celestial palace.
Ancestor Lü then returned to Puyin Village. On the way, he heard an old man say that a demon haunted the woods ahead. It often took the form of a person, tree, tiger, wolf, or ghost to lure and harm passersby. The old man urged him not to go, but Lü believed that the demon’s misdeeds had arisen because he had broken his promise and failed to save Yitong in time. He insisted on going.
In the forest, violent winds and black fog rose, and jackals and yakshas appeared one after another. Lü Sheng dispelled them with his fly whisk, the power of his mind, and his master’s guidance. Later, willow branches blocked the path. Lü Sheng called out to Yitong, and only then did the branches part. A Daoist in a green robe, carrying a clean broom, invited him to rest at a hermitage. Lü Sheng recognized that he was Yitong in disguise and urged him to abandon his life of harming people, seek a master in the famous mountains, and cultivate the Dao through good deeds and the accumulation of De (Virtue/Power). Yitong remained obstinate and even revealed his true form as a Willow Spirit to frighten him. Lü Sheng sat still, keeping watch over the primordial unity of Qi, and at last the Willow Spirit retreated.
That night, a young woman appeared. She said that her husband had died soon after their wedding and asked Lü Sheng to come to her home to perform rites for him. Her speech and manners were dignified, and Lü Sheng initially thought she was real. Reluctantly, he went with her. Once they arrived, she said nothing about the rites. Instead, she urged him to stay the night and sang flirtatious lyrics. Lü Sheng saw that she was Yitong in disguise and advised her not to become absorbed in sexual desire. Indulgence in sensual pleasures, he said, drains Jing (essence) and harms the body. For a Daoist, Heaven, Earth, mountains, and rivers are home, while the wind and moon, flowers and birds are companions; there is no need to cling to marriage, household wealth, or descendants.
The woman refused to listen. She transformed into the Willow Spirit, baring its claws and lunging at him. Lü Sheng placed the small gourd his master had given him on the table and pretended to fall asleep. The Willow Spirit stole an elixir pill from the gourd and swallowed it. Suddenly it came to its senses and remembered that it had once been Lü Sheng’s attendant Yitong. In a moment of despair, it had hanged itself from a willow tree, and afterward had attached itself to the tree, haunting it and harming people. It confessed its crimes to Lü Sheng and begged for mercy. Lü Sheng spoke with him throughout the night. At dawn, Yitong uprooted the willow tree and buried the people he had killed. Then he set out with Lü Sheng.
When Master Zhong saw them, he said that the Willow Attendant’s sins were grave and that he had not yet accumulated enough merit through practice, so he could not return to the hermitage at once. Lü Sheng, too, still lacked good deeds and should continue helping people and serving the world. Master Zhong gave Lü Sheng a spiritual elixir, Fulu (talismans and registers), and a sword for slaying evil and subduing demons. He ordered him to relieve hardship and rescue those in danger as he traveled, and to teach people to do good. He also gave Yitong the name “Willow Traveling Attendant,” telling him to follow Lü Sheng, abandon cruelty and killing, and turn instead to compassion and saving lives. Whenever an evil thought arose, he was to restrain himself promptly.
From then on, Lü Sheng traveled from place to place with the Willow Traveling Attendant, doing good. Along the way, they met a scholar who asked whether an elixir of long life existed and whether Heaven and Hell were real. Lü Sheng said that the Way of longevity lay in being pure and constant without end, as the Dao of Heaven is. Good and evil, too, each had their proper destination: a bright and upright heart accords with Yang Qi, while a crooked and dark one accords with Yin Qi. Heaven and Hell are not found only in the underworld; they can also appear in the human world. Illness, suffering, prison, and hardship are like Hell, while abundance, peace, and a spirit at ease are like Heaven. The scholar borrowed Lü Sheng’s pillow and dreamed. When he woke, he concluded that fame and wealth were like a dream and wanted to follow the Dao. Seeing that his resolve was not yet firm, Lü Sheng taught him only the method of the Nine-Turn Elixir of Returning, which prolongs life. Then they parted. This is the story known as “The Handan Dream.”
Afterward, Lü Sheng treated the sick and provided relief to disaster victims in many places. He also taught the principles of the Yi in the role of a teacher, urging students to be humble and guard against arrogance. Explaining the Yi Jing (Classic of Changes) saying, “The crane calls in the shade, and its young answer,” he said that things of the same kind respond to one another throughout Heaven and Earth, and that the shared goodness in people’s hearts can likewise answer across distance. As long as people are not disturbed by selfish desires and remain clear and calm, they can connect with the De of Heaven and Earth.
Lü Sheng also used talismanic water to treat an epidemic in the Huai region. He charged the wealthy and treated the poor for free, then used the money he collected to provide disaster relief after the epidemic. Later, he and the Willow Traveling Attendant posed as mad Daoist priests in the Wu region, singing songs to encourage people to do good. A wealthy man named Yuan Boji saw their strange behavior and had them dragged to his home to be punished. The Willow Traveling Attendant revealed his true form, frightening the servants into scattering in all directions. Lü Sheng used the opportunity to advise Yuan Boji: wealth, relatives, and power all vanish with one final breath. People should turn back and do good while they still can. Yuan Boji listened, bowed, and asked to become his student. Lü Sheng then taught him the essentials of cultivation: turning the light inward and returning to the source.
After that, Lü Sheng continued giving out medicine and saving lives, and traveled among famous mountains. He urged Jin Shouyi not to become fixated on refining lead and mercury or making Waidan (external alchemy), explaining that true cultivation did not lie in furnaces, vessels, and minerals, but in freeing the heart from burdens and restoring one’s original nature. Jin Shouyi then destroyed his alchemical furnace and asked Lü Sheng to teach him.
During his travels, Lü Sheng visited famous mountains such as Wudang, Wuyi, Longhu, Tiantai, and Luojia, and met Buddhist monks and Daoist cultivators. At Luojia Mountain, he contemplated the Way of perfect illumination; at Feilai Peak, he discussed cultivation with a monk. One monk who had become his friend later died seated upright. Lü Sheng gave him a verse, and those present saw his true form appear in the flames and travel westward.
Later, Lü Sheng traveled far away with his master. The master sent him to the Eastern Sea to gather peaches. Lü Sheng risked his life to break off a peach branch and offer it to him. The master asked what he had seen while gathering the peaches. Lü Sheng had not noticed the corpse lying in the water beneath the tree. When his master took him back to look, he recognized that it was his own body. The master told him that his mortal body had passed away and that he could now go to meet the Celestial Emperor. In the fourth month of the gengshen year of the Kaiyuan era of the Tang dynasty, on the fourteenth day, the Celestial Emperor invested Lü Sheng with the title Perfected Man Pure Yang and also conferred immortality on Liu Xing. Lü Sheng then returned to the Garden of Immortals, where he met the two masters, Li and Zhang, and the gathered immortals.
From then on, Lü Sheng continued to make universal salvation his purpose. He went to many places to help people in distress, rescue those in hardship, encourage goodness, and transform customs. After accumulating many meritorious deeds, he was promoted by the Celestial Emperor to the rank of Imperial Lord of Vast Benevolence, Universal Aid, and Blessing, serving among the highest ministers. The scripture concludes that Lü Sheng did not enjoy using ornate words to please the world. Only because his students earnestly pressed him did he reluctantly recount these events. Which parts are ordinary and which extraordinary, it leaves for people to judge for themselves.
Later Tales
Supernatural Powers and Transformations
Selling Ink in Wuchang
When Lü Dongbin traveled through Wuchang, he disguised himself as a merchant selling ink. Each stick of ink he offered was just over an inch long, yet he asked three thousand coins for it. No one would buy, and the crowd mocked him. A strongman named Wang said, “The ink is so small, yet the price is so high. Could there be some other purpose behind it?” He paid three thousand coins for a stick and invited the ink seller to drink with him. After drinking, Wang became drunk and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, someone suddenly knocked at the door. It was the ink seller, come to return the three thousand coins. He then took his leave and departed. At daybreak, Wang examined the stick of ink and discovered that it had turned into a piece of pure purple gold, with the character “Lü” engraved on it. He searched everywhere for the ink seller but never found him.
Selling a Comb in Wuchang
While traveling through Wuchang, at Tianxin Bridge, Lü Dongbin concealed his true name and offered a worn wooden comb for a thousand coins. For several days, no one bought it. Then an elderly woman, more than eighty years old, came to beg. She was frail and hunched, with sparse, snow-white hair.
The Patriarch Lü said, “People see only what is right before them and follow familiar ways of thinking. When they see me selling something worn-out at a high price, why don’t they wonder whether there is some other purpose behind it? Yet among the thousands upon thousands, none can see beyond the familiar. Are such people worth talking to about the Dao?”
With that, he combed the old woman’s hair. As he did, it gradually grew back, turning black and hanging down to the ground; her face, too, regained its youthful appearance. Only then did the crowd recognize Lü Dongbin’s extraordinary power, and they jostled to ask him for the comb. The Patriarch Lü smiled and said, “Those who see it do not understand; once they understand, they can no longer see it.” Then he threw the comb beneath the bridge. It transformed into a blue dragon and flew up into the sky.
Ma Shan was from the Eastern Capital. At the beginning of the Xining era, he failed the jinshi examination and began studying the Dao. One day, he was walking along the Bian River with a Daoist surnamed Hou when they met another Daoist. He wore a blue headscarf and a cloth robe, and had a fine, distinguished appearance, bright eyes clear as water, and a face free of dust. Ma Shan invited him to drink tea and offered him food. Hou, who was usually short-tempered, berated the Daoist.
The Daoist said, “I know a method for long life and immortality.” Hou asked what abilities he had. Hou said that he could draw talismans to summon ghosts and turn stones into gold; he could also retrieve money he had given away and recover jade discs he had bestowed. The Daoist said these were not the true way. Hou asked what he could do. The Daoist replied, “I can strengthen and nourish my own Qi, and clear and refine my own Shen.”
Hou asked what it meant to strengthen and nourish Qi. The Daoist told him to see for himself. He then exhaled toward a wine shop, blowing out its candle from several dozen zhang away. When he breathed toward Hou, it was like a sudden gale, so cold that Hou could barely remain standing. The two men rose and apologized, saying, “Sir, you are no ordinary person. We beg you to instruct us.”
The Daoist said, “To study the way of the immortals, one must accumulate merit and good works. Merit comes from diligent, arduous practice; good works mean relieving people’s suffering and helping all things.” Hou asked whether his usual practice of treating people with medicine did not count as merit and good works. The Daoist replied, “Using medicine that harms living creatures to save human lives is taking life on one side to preserve life on the other. It is better to treat illness using only talisman water.” Talisman water is a Daoist ritual practice in which Fulu (talismans and registers) are used together with water.
They talked until dawn. The Daoist took his leave, saying he had to return to the banks of the Xiang River, and arranged to share wine with the two men beneath the shade of a willow tree before parting. He gave Hou a hundred gold coins to buy wine. When no wine could be found, the Daoist took out a bottle and told Hou to fill it with Bian River water, then dropped a pill into it. The water immediately turned into fine wine. The three drank together until they were thoroughly drunk. The Daoist left them a poem:
“Three mouths share one room; beside the room, the waters run clear.
Since birth I have wandered the world; that is both my surname and my name.”
After they parted, the two men pondered the poem repeatedly before realizing that the Daoist was Lü Dongbin.
When Zhao Yingdao was serving as an official in the Institute of Literary Composition, he developed a severe case of scrofula, a disease involving tuberculous swelling of the lymph nodes in the neck. His condition grew so grave that he could barely hold on. Weeping, he said farewell to his relatives and friends: “I am about to die. Everything in the women’s quarters of my household can be given up. But my elderly parents, with their white hair, will have no one to care for them. What can be done?”
Before he had finished speaking, a Daoist priest suddenly knocked at the door and said to Zhao Yingdao, “Your illness is not difficult to cure.” The priest took two sheets of paper and pinched two square holes into each one, each hole about two feet across. He then handed them to Zhao Yingdao and said, “When night comes, burn one of the sheets, mix its ashes into an incense-resin medicinal liquid, and apply it to the sores. Keep the other sheet for someone who may need it later.” With that, the priest disappeared.
Only then did Zhao Yingdao realize that the two square holes on the sheets, taken together, formed the character Lü. The medicinal liquid was made by mixing incense resin with a liquid medicine. The account describes treating an illness with a paper talisman and a topical medicine.
Lou Daoming of Zitong came from a wealthy family and was skilled in the arts of Xuansu, a technique that used sexual intercourse between men and women as a method of cultivation. He usually kept ten young women in his household. Whenever one became pregnant, he sent her away and brought in someone new, so there were always at least ten women in the house. He had intercourse with them day and night without rest, yet remained clear minded and vigorous, with a healthy, rosy complexion. Sometimes he went a whole day without eating. Lou lived to the age of ninety-seven, but looked only about thirty.
He especially enjoyed boasting and making grand claims. While drinking with guests, he would sometimes say that the Mysterious Lady, a legendary female immortal, had brought him wine; at other times, he claimed that the Pure Lady, another legendary female immortal, had brought him fruit. He also said that Peng Zu, Rong Cheng, and others had left him letters. He believed himself to have become a perfected immortal.
One day, Lü Dongbin, the immortal of Daoist legend, came to his door disguised as a beggar. Lou did not recognize him and scolded him, telling him to leave. Lü pressed both feet against a stone, and two square holes, each about three inches deep, immediately appeared in its surface. Only then did Lou marvel at him. He invited Lü to sit beside him and said, “You are no ordinary person.” He then called for his maidservants to come out and sing the poem “Wandering among Immortals,” and invited Lü to drink. Lü improvised a reply in the form of a poem called “Looking toward the South of the River”:
Above the Jade Pool, auspicious clouds veil the gathered immortals.
A golden boy in white strikes the phoenix board; a jade maiden in green plays the luan flute.
We dwell in Daluo Heaven, the highest celestial realm of Daoist legend.
In a drunken haze, Mount Jade Capital appears faint and far away.
The “Pacing the Void” melody, immortal music of Daoist ritual, has ended;
the refined banquet, too, is over. Who can say what year it is tonight?
In the human world, seas have turned to mulberry fields once again.
A maidservant brought out Sichuan paper for Lü to write on. Starting at the bottom of the sheet, he wrote backward toward its top, each character joined to the next without leaving any space. Lou was astonished and delighted. Just as he was about to ask Lü for his Daoist title, Lü said, “I have already passed it on, mouth to mouth.” Lou asked him to give further instruction, but Lü gave the same reply: “I have already passed it on, mouth to mouth.” Before long, Lü climbed to the tip of the great cypress tree outside the gate and vanished.
A few days later, Lou suddenly fell ill. He vomited several pints of a silvery, paste-like substance and then died. The phrase “passed on, mouth to mouth,” as well as the two square holes in the stone, both hint at the character “Lü.”
Lu Dongbin traveled to Zhuming Abbey on Mount Luofu and came to a small hermitage. The Daoist there happened to be away, leaving only a young attendant. The boy bowed and greeted him: “Sir, have you come to visit this place?” Then, without the Daoist’s knowledge, he brought Lu Dongbin some wine.
Lu Dongbin drank a few sips and handed the rest to the boy, but the boy did not want any. He had long suffered from an internal eye disorder, a condition that often affects vision. Lu Dongbin sprayed the remaining wine onto his eyes, and they immediately became clear, as if he had never been ill.
Lu Dongbin picked up a brush and painted a mountain on the wall, then drew three pools beneath it. He said to the boy: “If you drink my wine, you can become an immortal. If you do not, that is your allotted fate, though you will still enjoy a long life.” Having said this, he flew into the stone wall and disappeared.
When the Daoist returned, he saw that the mountain in the painting seemed to run right through the wall. Astonished, he said: “Beneath the mountain are three openings for water. That makes the character ‘yan.’ Could it have been Master Lu?” The boy later lived to the age of 105 before he died.
Lu Dongbin was traveling through the Zhenji Temple on Mount Lu in Jiangzhou, grinding a sword beside the steps. The Daoist Hou Yonghui asked him, “Sir, what is this sword for?” Lu Dongbin replied, “To sweep away every injustice in the world.”
Amazed by his answer, Hou Yonghui laid out wine and fruit and invited him to partake. “Sir, your appearance is refined and otherworldly. Surely you are no ordinary man.” Lu Dongbin said, “Just drink your fill. There is no need to ask.”
After becoming drunk, Lu Dongbin used the tip of his chopsticks to write a sword poem on the wall:
Let its edge shine forth, though the work be hard;
At dawn the sword case opens, and the blade roars like a jade dragon.
The sword’s Qi in my hand is fierce and cold,
Like three feet of ice; its shadow on stone is alive,
Like a spirit snake.
The blood of the treacherous fades unseen with the flowing water;
The cruel and powerful are washed away like stains.
To level every injustice in the world,
I will rise with you to the highest heavens.
When he finished, at first the wall seemed blank. Then the ink gradually emerged, clear and vivid, appearing even on the other side of the wall. Deeply astonished, Hou Yonghui bowed twice and then asked him to teach the sword art.
Lu Dongbin said, “There are two kinds of sword art: the Dao Sword and the Ritual Sword. The Dao Sword moves in and out of form. The Ritual Sword is wielded through magical arts. It is a sword art visible to ordinary people, and can only be used to cut down demons and drive away ghosts.” Hou Yonghui asked, “If one used the Dao Sword to kill a traitor amid a crowd, would that not shock the world?” Lu Dongbin replied, “A person’s Shen is the root, and Qi arises in dependence on Shen. While Shen remains, Qi gathers; when Shen departs, Qi disperses. If you pierce the Shen and disperse the Qi, that person will naturally perish. The magical arts performed through another person’s aid belong to this same category.”
Hou Yonghui exclaimed, “These are truly the words of an immortal. May I ask your honored name?” Lu Dongbin replied, “My name is Lü Yan.” With that, he flung the sword into the air and flew away with it.
Chen Zhizhong of Luoyang built a grand residence in the Eastern Capital, where his relatives and friends gathered for a lavish feast. Suddenly, a Daoist in tattered clothes arrived. He was Lü Dongbin. Lord Chen asked, “What abilities do you have?” The Daoist replied, “I have a performance of celestial music and would like to add to the enjoyment of this feast.”
He took a scroll painting from his waist and hung it on a pillar. It showed twelve celestial maidens, each holding a musical instrument. The Daoist called for them to come down, and they stepped out one by one to stand in formation before the guests. Two maidens carrying ceremonial banners led the way, while the others played music. Their skin was like jade, their features lovely, their bearing graceful, and their voices sweet. They wore crowns adorned with seven treasures and six-zhu robes—light, heavenly garments—and ornaments of gold and jade that chimed as they moved. On each maiden’s nose sat a yellow-jade bead about the size of a millet grain. Their forms were so light and ethereal that they seemed wholly unlike mortals. The music rang clear and soared into the clouds, its melodies unlike any others. After they had played three pieces, Lord Chen asked, “Who are these women?” The Daoist replied, “They are the Jade Maidens of the Six Jia and Six Ding, divine protectors in Daoist tradition. When a person succeeds in cultivating the Dao, the three hun souls, seven po souls, and the spirits of the five viscera and six bowels within them all transform into maidens like these. Would you also like to cultivate the Dao?”
Lord Chen thought this was an illusion meant to deceive people, and was displeased. The Daoist turned to the maidens and said, “You may return now.” They all went back into the painting. The Daoist took down the scroll, opened his mouth, and swallowed it. Then he asked for paper and a brush and wrote this poem:
I once endured three thousand kalpas in Heaven, and spent five hundred years in the human world.
The blade at my waist flashes like violet lightning across the sky; alchemical fire rises from the furnace in clouds of deep blue smoke.
I have just ridden a white deer across the vast sea, and then mounted a green ox into a grotto heaven.
These little feats are nothing but casual amusements; only no one knows that I am a true immortal.
At the end of the poem he wrote, “Written by the Guest of the Valley.” The Daoist then left, and soon vanished. Only then did Lord Chen say, “The Guest of the Valley is Lü Dongbin.” He regretted it deeply and wished he could gouge out his own eyes. Not long afterward, he died.
Lü Dongbin went to visit Zhai, a brush maker who lived in Lüjiang. Zhai enjoyed making friends with people of talent, so he invited Lü Dongbin to stay in his home and treated him with great care. The two remained close for many years.
One day, Lü Dongbin took Zhai to the riverbank. He split a brush tube in two, set the halves on the water, then stepped onto one and told Zhai to do the same. Afraid, Zhai did not dare approach. Lü Dongbin laughed and walked across the water.
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