of the Rabbit
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is reclining, and some remains of the last snowfall still
cover up the upper slopes, the light of the night lies like a mass of
undefined white, and the distant mountains present a hardly visible
outline. At such a moment, I feel my body steeped in the cool air and
all desires of the flesh have melted away. Or perhaps I see the God
of the Sacred Mountain sitting in state, giving audience to the inferior
spirits. There is a profusion of banners and canopies, and the air is
filled with the music of the flute and the bells, and the palace roofs
are clothed in a mantle of clouds and scarfs of haze, seeming to
have and yet not to have a visible outline, and giving the illusion of
now being so near and now being so far away. Ah, thrice happy is it
to hear the music of the gods, and why is it suddenly interrupted by a
gust of cold wind?
“Besides these Five Sacred Mountains, there are a number of
other famous mountains, like Szeming, Tient’ai, Chinhua, Kua-
ts’ang, Chint’ing, Tienmu, Wuyi, Lushan, Omei, Chungnan,
Chungt’iao, Wut’ai, T’aiho, Lofu, Kweich’i, Maoshan, Chiuhua, and
Linwu, and such sacred places without number, which have been
called the dwellings of the fairies or the abodes of the spirits. I go
forth in sandals, carrying a bamboo cane, and though I may not be
able to visit them all, I wander about as far as my energy permits. I
drink the water of the Gods’ Faeces, inquire after the name of the
Fairy Mouse, chew the rice of sesame and drink the dew of pine
trees. When I come to a steep peak or overhanging precipice which
rises abruptly into the sky, never scaled by man, I tie myself to a rope
and climb up to the top. Coming to a broken stone bridge, or an old
gate suddenly discovered open, I walk into it without fear; or coming
to a rocky cave so dark that one cannot see its bottom, with but a
single ray of light coming in through a crevice in its roof, I light a
torch and go in by myself without fear, in the hope of finding some
highminded Taoists, or immortal plants, or perhaps the bodily
remains of some Taoists who have gone up to heaven.
“I visit also the famous rivers and lakes, like the Tungt’ing, the
Yünmeng, the Chiit’ang, the Wuhsia,
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the Chiich’ü, the P’engli, the
Yangtse, and the Ch’ient’ang. Such deep expanses of water are the
abodes of fish, dragons, and the water spirits. When the air is calm
and the water smooth like a mirror, we know that then the Divine