The Daoist Equal to Heaven arrived at Guan Jiangkou and once again encountered an old acquaintance. Who could this person be?
Later generations would speak of this revered elder through a poem, which goes:
Ninefold decrees descend, and the purple seal proclaims, content with the depth of skill, he finds joy in secluded tranquillity.
The mountain hues frame his courtyard like a painted screen, the pine sings with a thousand ravines, as if they were strings of a zither.
Without desire for official rank, nor to ascend the high platforms, his aspiration for immortality brings him to the cave's door.
Regal adornments are but clouds drifting past; worldly thoughts he abandons, wishing to sleep for a thousand years amidst the Three Peaks.
