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【All Beings · IV】\n\n【Taoist】\n\nVisiting Taoist Sima After Completing the Southern Mountain Pilgrimage\nZhang Jiuling\nSent on a mission to the sacred peak, I turned my steps to seek the true master.\nFollowing a lone path, I caught a wondrous fragrance miles away.\nEight cassia trees flank the courtyard; two young acolytes stand in solemn grace.\nEntering the chamber, I hope to grasp his sleeve; approaching his seat, I long to speak.\nHe urges me to abandon clever stratagems, to wander with the Mystic Pearl from the start.\nProfound and serene, embracing emptiness; calm and content, showing joyful ease.\nHe turns to the companion who came with me, saying the distance between us is vast.\n\nInquiring of the Taoist About the "Zhouyi Cantongqi"\nWang Changling\nA sage rides a white deer, with short hair and long ears.\nWhile I was gathering sweetflag, I suddenly saw him on Mount Song's southern slope.\nI bowed and begged for the elixir scripture, which he then produced from his bosom.\nI perused it but failed to grasp its meaning; returning home, I asked Ji Kang.\nAlas, I lack the bone for the Way; he urged me to enter the Taihang Mountains.\n\nVisiting the Taoist on Mount Dai Tian But Not Finding Him\nLi Bai\nAmid the sound of flowing water, a dog barks; peach blossoms, heavy with rain.\nDeep in the woods, deer are sometimes seen; by the noon stream, no bell is heard.\nWild bamboo parts the blue mist; a flying cascade hangs from the emerald peak.\nNo one knows where he has gone; sorrowful, I lean against two or three pines.\n\n【Monk】\n\nSeeking the Mountain Monk But Not Finding Him\nLi Bai\nA stone path leads into crimson ravines; pine gates are closed by green moss.\nOn the idle steps are bird tracks; the meditation room's door is unopened.\nPeering through the window, I see a white whisk; on the wall, dust gathers.\nIt fills me with empty sighs; wishing to leave, yet I linger.\nFragrant clouds rise all over the mountain; a rain of flowers falls from the sky.\nAlready there is the joy of emptiness, and then I hear the blue apes' mournful cries.\nCompletely detached from worldly affairs, this place is truly serene.\n\nSeeking the Monk at Night But Not Finding Him\nYu Wuling\nResting several times, I cross the misty waters; gradually, it's no longer the mortal realm.\nThe sound of springs enters the autumn temple; moonlight spreads over the cold mountains.\nThe stone path has seen snow how many times? The bamboo chamber remains shut.\nI wonder where the guest under the twin trees finds leisure with the clouds.