Cloud-hidden and bone-deep tranquility—Morning Bells and Evening Drums of Ancient Wudang Mountain in Wu'an

Stepping into Ancient Wudang Mountain, the morning mist drapes like a veil, and a faint pine fragrance lingers among the rocks. Ascending the winding stone steps, the temple bells echo through the cloud-covered peaks, as if awakening the slumbering years. Legend has it that Zhang Sanfeng once practiced here, and the essence of Wudang swordsmanship seems to still flow through the forest. Standing atop the mountain and gazing down, layers of verdant peaks stretch endlessly, while the distant Taihang Mountains resemble a vast ink painting, where heaven and earth silently compose poetry. In the afternoon, sunlight pierces through the pine forest, scattering golden patches of light onto the temple's flying eaves. The ancient green tiles exude the fragrance of time. The mountain breeze carries the sound of bells and chimes, clearing the mind. In this moment, the passage of time becomes irrelevant; only the dialogue between the heart and nature remains, bringing a long-lost sense of peace.