Realizing that the young Taoist was the High Priest of Wudang Mountains, the elderly pilgrims wouldn't let him carry their bags no matter what. The High Priest couldn't change their mind and simply accepted it. He accompanied them to the Xuanwu Temple on the Greater Lotus Crest, which was mostly empty. He stood under a thousand-year-old camphor tree and watched them worship the deities and finally threw joss sticks into the censer. There was finally smoke rising from within.

Right then, he turned around and saw a Taoist in a robe from Mount Longhu approaching. The visitor held a fuchen and had a piece of boxwood pinned up in his hair bun. He slowly entered the gate with a solemn expression. The young High Priest bowed slightly toward the unexpected visitor.