'Chonghe' was Zhen Zhibing's religious title; but apart from his own disciples, nobody had called him by that title before. These four Taoist were the third generation disciples from various Masters; they were the same level as he was and one of them was even older than him. These four suddenly changed their way of addressing him, Zhen Zhibing felt uncomfortable. He quickly dismounted his horse and reciprocate their bow and said modestly, "Four Martial Brothers are my seniors, your Younger Martial Brother is not worthy of such a title."
The oldest priest was Ma Yu's disciple. He said, "The five Martial Uncles have issued a decree that as soon as Reverend Chonghe arrives, he has to take the Interim Sect Leader position. The official inauguration will have to wait until the Fourth Uncle [that is, Qiu Chuji] finishes his meditation."
"How long have Master and four Martial Uncles been in seclusion?" Zhen Zhibing asked.
"It has been 20 days," came the answer.
While they were still talking, there came a sweet sound of music from the mountain. Sixteen Taoist priests came near playing either the sheng or qing and arranged themselves on either side of the road. Another set of sixteen Taoist priests came. They carried in their hands some wooden musical instruments, swords, earthen bowls, and other religious articles. They bowed toward Zhen Zhibing and surrounded him, acting as human shields, and together they walked back up the mountain, unwittingly leaving Zhao Zhijing behind without paying any respect to him. He was angry and envious at the same time. "Just wait till the Sect Leader position falls into my hands, I want to see your face then," he said in his heart.
They arrived at the Chongyang Palace at dusk. There were more than five hundred Taoists arranged in the main hall all the way to the entrance outside the palace. Drums, cymbals and bells were struck simultaneously. The several hundreds Taoists austerely bowed to welcome their Sect Leader.
Seeing this grand scene Zhen Zhibing's spirits soared. Escorted by the sixteen most senior disciples he entered the Hall of the Three Pure Ones, he walked forward to respectfully kowtowed to the statues of the Taoist Three Pure Ones, Heavenly Deity Worthy of the Primordial Beginning, Heavenly Lord Worthy of the Numinous Treasure and Exalted Supreme Lord Lao. Then, they progressed to the rear hall to pay respects to the painting of Wang Chongyang, the founding grand master of the Quanzhen Sect. Zhen Zhibing respectfully kowtowed to the painting. Then, the entered the third hall, this was the hall were the Seven Masters gathered to deliberate. Zhen Zhibing kowtowed to the seven empty chairs that were in the hall. After that they returned to the main hall, the Hall of the Three Pure Ones.
Qiu Chuji's second disciple Li Zhichang took out the Sect Leader decree and read it out loud while Zhen Zhibing knelt down, listening attentively. The decree assigned Zhen Zhibing to take over the Interim Sect Leader position. Zhen Zhibing was proud to accept this lofty position; but he was touched and ashamed at the same time. He stole a glance toward Zhao Zhijing who stood to one side. Zhao had a smirk in his face, Zhen Zhibing shuddered.
As soon as the decree was read Zhen Zhibing stood up to express his humble acceptance. But before he could say anything, a priest suddenly barged in, loudly saying, "Reporting to the Reverend Sect Leader, you have a guest waiting outside!"
Zhen Zhibing was startled; he did not expect Xiao Longnu would dare to confront him during that important ceremony. He did not know how to deal with it, and thought that since he could not run away, he might as well brace himself and face her. He simply said, "Please bring the guest in."
The priest bowed and turned around; and came back with two people. Not only Zhen Zhibing, but the others were surprised as well. The guests were a Mongolian officer and another man he had met at Khubilai's camp in Hunan. The Mongolian high-level official spoke with a clear voice, "His Majesty the Emperor has made a decision to grant an Imperial Decree to the Sect Leader of the Quanzhen Sect." He walked toward the center of the main hall as he was speaking. Stopping at the center he produced a yellow satin scroll; unrolling the scroll with both hands he read out, "Imperial decree conferred to the Sect Leader of the Quanzhen Sect the special position to act as: shen sian yan dao da zong zhi. [lit. The deity/divine person to develop an excellent model of learning and integrity] He is to be the religious leader of the 'Great Way' [dao of Taoism] and to reveal the mystery of respectable and perfect mankind. To be in charge of various sects of Taoism …"
Reading to this point he saw nobody kneeling down; he was annoyed and said, "Sect Leader, please kneel to accept the imperial decree."
Zhen Zhibing moved forward and bowed in respect. "My Master Sect Leader Qiu Chuji is currently meditating in a closed room. I am the Interim Sect Leader. The Imperial Decree is not bestowed on me; how would I dare to accept it?" he said.
The Mongolian officer smiled and said, "His Majesty the Emperor has said that the Venerable Reverend Qiu – who was well respected by our Great Genghis Khan is old; His Majesty was not sure if he is still in this world. Therefore, His Majesty has bestowed this decree not to the Venerable Reverend Qiu but to the Sect Leader of the Quanzhen Sect. Whoever the Sect Leader is, he is worthy to accept this."
"This lowly priest does not have competency; how would he dare to accept?" Zhen Zhibing insisted on refusing the decree.
The officer laughed and said, "Don't be bashful; quickly accept this order."
Zhen reluctantly said, "This decree is unexpected, I can't accept it just like that. I respectfully ask Your Honor to take a rest and have some tea while I discuss this matter with my martial brothers."
The officer was not happy, but he could not do anything. He tucked the imperial decree away and said, "Very well. But I really do not know what you have to discuss."
Four priests on duty ushered the guests to the guest chamber and served tea.
In the meantime Zhen Zhibing invited sixteen third generation disciples to convene in another room in the courtyard. "This is not a small matter, this junior does not dare to act without Martial Brothers' approval," he said, "I will respectfully listen to your valuable suggestions."
"The Mongolian Emperor has shown us kindness, it is just proper for us to gracefully accept it," Zhao Zhijing said. "Obviously our Sect is getting more prosperous than ever so that the Mongolian Emperor does not dare to look down upon us." He was speaking with self-satisfaction in his voice and could not hold in his happy laugh.
"No, I don't agree!" Li Zhichang shook his head. "Mongolia invaded our country and cruelly massacred our people. How can we accept this decree?"
"Uncle Master Qiu himself had accepted Genghis Khan's royal invitation and traveled thousands of miles to the west," Zhao Zhijing countered. "Sect Leader Zhen and you, Martial Brother Li, were among those who accompanied him on the journey. Having this precedent, why do we refuse the imperial decree now?"
"It's different," Li Zhichang said. "At that time Mongolia was at war with the Jin dynasty and had not invaded our country. They even formed an alliance with our great Song dynasty. How can you compare our present situation to those times?"
"You have a very dangerous opinion," Zhao Zhijing threatened. "Mount Zhongnan is under Mongolian rule; our Chongyang Palace is within Mongolian territory. If we refuse the decree, wouldn't that mean we are inviting a great disaster?"
Li Zhichang was offended. "Martial Brother Zhao's opinion is not right," he said.
"What do you mean 'not right?" Zhao Zhijing said harshly, "Would Martial Brother Li give us direction?"