Nine immortals dwell in Min Mountain's treasure room,
Sun and moon circle, the cave's depths are void.
Because a true man constantly guards this place,
Jade lingers, coiled energy long unfurls.
A traveler who roamed seas and Kunlun peaks,
From afar controls paired dragons, probes the deep.
Refining essence, nine cycles complete,
Within, silver hides, amassed and stored.
The moon's jade hare, the trigram's inner sun,
Outward soft in form, within is hard.
Two forms, male and female, share one body,
Like gold concealed within the water's hold.
Gold and water joined are soul and spirit,
The three powers' changes truly hard to gauge.
Suddenly dragon and tiger merge as one,
Transforming dragon-child in the dark abyss.
Like congealed cream, yellow sprout and snow,
Or jade blooms in the mystic garden's knot.
Not worldly schemes that stir the heart,
But secrets left by the true man's hand.
Secrets left, without discrepancy,
Huang Mountain's stone room holds cinnabar.
Those who attain the Way follow this method,
Seize the azure dragon, make it one family.
Season's soul, heaven's cycle forms the substance,
Closely bound with quicksilver, firm and dense.
Like a son wedding a young maiden,
Su and Zhang's persuasion, feeling hard to lose.
Tradition says this thing is the yellow sprout,
Layered golden cauldrons store golden splendor,
Made into realgar, yielding medicine-sand.
Six-one sealed, must be kept secret,
Let not the spirit chamber have the slightest flaw.
The firing starts from the first yang's rise,
Qian and Kun trigrams mark the start and end.
Civil warp and martial weft awaken spiritual mechanism,
One method passed down by ancient kings, secret intent.
The toad in heaven dies and is reborn,
When the elixir cauldron opens, the Way's feeling is seen.
Each time, wondrous forms distinctly arise,
Glistening reds and purples, shapes hard to name.
Then take the golden box, realgar as the chest,
Worldly light flows out, the red dragon flies.
He who learns to smelt gold, the Min Mountain disciple,
Personally received the true man's profound teaching.
The teaching speaks only of mercury and lead,
Cultivate the yellow sprout, the body does not die.
Refine elixir, refine will, and refine spirit,
Not seeking fame or profit, showing pure fragrance.
Flee fame, go far beyond the dust,
Dwell in emptiness, unite with the highest truth.
Do not learn from the world's shallow, clamorous men,
Toiling lifelong, loving fame and gain.
Though they intend to admire the long-lived tree,
They cannot avoid placing themselves in court and market.