My heart is set on the righteous path; I entered the mountains to chant the Yellow Court Scripture.
For decades I wore plain clothes against the cold, yet failed to grasp the Dao, cultivating only my heart.
Now war beacons blaze across the Nine Provinces, and though the world is full of hardship and suffering, resentment runs deep.
Blood-red clouds of sorrow stain the heavens; mournful cries across the land have long gone unanswered.
My master said: There are many disciples of the Mystical Way. Do not claim that you stand apart from the world.
A man with ambition should serve his country. How can he waste this seven-foot frame?
With the spirit sword in my hand, I will slay evil spirits; with true words on my lips, I will save the people.
The Celestial Worthy teaches the Dao far and wide from the clouds; thunder and righteous judgment steel the heart.
These words I pass on to those who come after me as I depart, so they may carry on the work and restore peace.
I will face the nation's peril with nothing but my humble means, and follow my heart on the path of cultivation.
When Yu Cheng smiled and bade farewell, pure air from the heavens came to welcome him.
At dawn he rode a Yellow Crane; by dusk he climbed the clouds, riding the wind straight up to the White Jade Capital.
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