There Are Immortals on Mount Yundu

How could there be immortals in this world? Cloud-crowned, with crane-white hair, jade-like souls and pine-strong bones, They drink alone beneath the blossoms, inviting the moon to join them. How could there be immortals in this world? They feast on rosy clouds and drink in the breath of the world, Moving stars and shifting constellations, They roam freely across the vast ocean. How could there not be immortals in this world? Drunk beside a stream, leaning on pine and bamboo, They strike the zither and sing loudly as they make their way home. How could there not be immortals in this world! An unconventional path to immortality that begins with one man, one mountain lineage, and one temple. Are immortals truly divine, or are they just “divinely” idle? This world is a mess. Can he, along with his unconventional disciples, set things right?