Red Lotus, White Lotus Root, Green Lotus Leaf-the Xuanmen Was One Family from the Start

The cold mountain stood bleak and desolate, with not a bird in sight.

A small boat rested on the frigid pool. At its bow, an old man in a bamboo hat and straw raincoat sat fishing.

Snow fell thick through the cold wind. Against the solitary boat and swirling snow, the old man at its bow seemed to possess an air beyond the mortal world.

"No shadow or form in the ten directions, no trace of passage through the six paths."

"Beyond the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements."

"Senior, fishing here on Lonely Mountain's frigid pool, you have something of the bearing of an ancient immortal."

A clear voice rang out behind the old man. At some point, a handsome young gentleman had appeared there, watching the snow fall with a smile in his eyes.

His face was fair as crowned jade, his eyes bright as stars. He wore an Azure Firmament Langya Crown, a brocade robe embroidered with a hundred flowers, and a White Jade Three-Yang Belt. Dashing and elegant, he hardly looked like someone of the mortal world.

The old man shook the snow from his fishing rod and said slowly, "In the Nine Provinces Great Thousand World, people often use those words to describe Pure Yang. Coming from your lips, though, they take on a rather different meaning."

The young gentleman laughed heartily. "Vast and apart, he stands alone beyond the world; light as a feather, he ascends to immortality."

"One who attains Pure Yang neither ages nor dies, neither decays nor perishes. Though heaven and earth end, his life does not; though sun and moon crumble, his Dao remains forever."

"To say he is beyond the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements is rather fitting."

The old man gave a soft snort. "An ordinary