The Son of Heaven in the Crimson Palace rules the Qian, the Qian dragon soars to the Nine Splendors' sky.
In the heavens, wondrously exists the Palace of the Infinite; within the palace, myriad scrolls point to the Mystic Chapter.
Each chapter reveals the essence of the Golden Elixir; a thousand, ten thousand sentences converge into a single word.
It teaches one to seek only mercury and lead; these two substances are gathered and simmered in the cauldron.
At night, fire erupts from Kunlun Mountain; on the mountain peak, the fire cools, the moonlight chills.
Above the Winding River, the Golden Crow flies; Chang'e has already frolicked with the Dipper and the Ox.
Gather and refine them, not a moment's delay; a single breath, vast and boundless, passes through the Three Passes.
Through the Three Passes, the breath flows endlessly; a white channel ascends towards the Mud Ball.
Above the Mud Ball, a purple-gold cauldron; within the cauldron, a lump of purple-gold mass.
Transformed into jade nectar flowing into the mouth; sweet, fragrant, refreshing, it permeates the tongue's tip.
Swallow and ingest it into the five viscera; organs and bowels flow smoothly, the body healthy and at peace.
When the crimson snake and azure dragon unite, winds calm, waves still, tiger and dragon coil.
The divine water, deep and clear, the Flowery Pool tranquil; white snow flutters and flies over the four mountains.
The Seven Treasures Pavilion at the twelve hours; before the pavilion, deep yellow flowers are a sight to behold.
This very thing can be called the essence of lead and mercury, transformed into vital essence filling the passes and source.
Simply seek the Cosmic Circuit within the body; before the first quarter, after the last quarter.
The medicinal substances are balanced, the energy signs full; within the meeting of heaven, earth, sun, and moon.
The void, natural, a hundred fragments shattered; chew through chaos, soft as cotton.
Turned over and over, it becomes a single coin; the whole body moist as jade, firm as gold.
Crimson blood exchanged for white blood flowing; golden light fills the room, dense and profound.
A pond of autumn water immerses the bright moon; a single golden flower like a red lotus.
At this time, spirit and energy are complete within the body; no need to seek the Way or meditate further.
Now I know you are so virtuous; I know you have the portion to become a divine immortal.
Clearly instructed without dualistic words; silently operate, adding and subtracting.
Within the year, adopt, do not use the year; within the month, take the moon, in vain.
Within the day, take the hour, the hour easily changes the day; within the hour are moments, mysterious and profound.
Mysterious upon mysterious, beyond words; originally, new moon, full moon, dark and bright, the quarters.
The Golden Elder and the Crimson Maiden seize creation; gods and ghosts weep and wail, startled and clamorous.
Clouds gather, rain scatters, all sounds quiet; a single Mystic Pearl is planted in the Jade Field.
Ten months of fire tempering, the Sacred Fetus Immortal; nine cycles, nine new moons, revolving and rotating.
First, the Jiaji Pass pulses open; next, the bladder burns like fire.
Within, the two kidneys simmer as if boiled; at times, stirred, they surge to the heart's source.
Heart and kidney, water and fire, naturally interact; metal and water, separated, follow as they are made to.
The Yellow Court's single breath resides in the central palace; the palace governs the ten thousand phenomena, the heart holds authority.
The water source, clear as a jade mirror; who makes the River Cart move like a sailing boat?
In an instant, flames fly and scorch the sky; the crow's soul, the hare's spirit, become fine dust.
Thus silently seek the true key; a straight path leads directly into spiritual truth.
Clearly, essence and breath exist through breath; gradually breath accumulates to generate spirit.
This spirit is the essence of heaven and earth; pure yang, undying, becomes the True Man.
If you know this, you should cultivate immortality; cultivating immortality has only the Golden Elixir gate.
The Golden Elixir also has no second formula; within the body, one acre is the home garden.
Saliva, tears, essence, fluids, breath, blood, and lymph; these seven yin substances, how can they be correct?
Within Kan is not the kidney but the spiritual root; at the pool's bottom, the sun red, the northern horse runs.
Seven returns, nine restorations in a moment's time; all the ten thousand things are generated.
Only this is the true operation of Qian and Kun; no need to toil laboriously in vain silence.
No mind, no thought, the spirit is already dim; how can it coagulate to form the fetal immortal?
The fetal immortal is only formed through union; union occurs in a mere instant.
Do you yet know of the sun's return? It is just a few days before the winter solstice.
Again it is said, when the golden essence descends, with what thing is the golden essence restored?
The golden essence lies only in the medicine of the Kun palace; Kun is in the southwest, the source of rivers.
The toad's light ever shines upon the western river; this alone is the root of the medicine.
Using the hour to change the day, the moment to change the hour; a single drop of sweet dew named the Spiritual Spring.
Swallow it into the heart, rushing to the lung transport; it falls into the bladder and becomes the elixir.
The elixir head does not congeal in the bladder; its origin is in the bladder but actually in the liver.
The liver as wood fluid meets the golden essence; encountering earth, they unite to form the Great Return.
Do not say at this time there is active effort; again fear this is speaking of attachment to form.
Beginning with attachment to form, one begins to have no form; refine essence into breath, breath returns to the root.
The root of breath congeals to form spirit; only then is it called non-action and spiritual penetration.
For example, when husband and wife couple, a drop of essence and blood forms an infant.
They, through emotion, stir emotion; still an infant takes ten months to form.
How much more the universe held in the hand, the body's tiger roar and dragon chant.
Although the dragon's chant is not heard, waves surge high for a thousand fathoms.
Although the tiger's roar is not heard, deep at night the wind's voice roars through ten thousand woods.
From after the alchemical path congeals, until the fire tempering is deep.
And when the tenth month's frost flies, spirit and soul flee, how dare they contend?
A full year totals twelve months; who dares to perform the bath at Mao and You?
Therefore, in the tenth month enter the spirit chamber; the golden cauldron full, the dragon essence brimming.
The mechanism of binding clouds and catching the moon; obtaining the formula, cultivation is not difficult.
Indeed bind the clouds upon the mountain, also catch and hold the moon's soul.
Nodding, knowing these words of the ancients; why worry about not ascending in bodily flight?
The body's shell, the heart's flesh; within the heart lies a priceless treasure.
It can give me life and also cause my death; it can both starve a person and satiate them.
Seek its subtle path, take its origin; carefree and happy, without hunger or cold.
Such scenes and verifications, all within a single day's work.
Work like this seems idle; the medicine is not far, gathering not hard.
Who knows the fire tempering, ten thousand zhang red, burns the Three Corpses, the jade stove turns cold.
The Cinnabar Field can also produce purple mushrooms; the Yellow Court again produces red rice.
A meal of red rice forever banishes hunger; a dose of purple mushrooms maintains a childlike face.
The whole body covered in white milk flowers; golden sinews, jade bones, old yet not dim.
Merit achieved, practice full, a crane arrives; with one leap, you shall ascend the cloudy heights.