Lu Pigong was a native of Zichuan. As a young man, he served as a minor official and carpenter in the government office, and with a few hand movements could complete tools and equipment. There is a sacred spring on Cen Mountain that people cannot reach. The minor official informed the governor of the prefecture, requesting thirty carpenters and axes to build a rotating suspended pavilion with ingenious and imaginative designs. After several tens of days, four sections of the ladder-like path were completed. They ascended to its summit and built a shrine, staying nearby and blocking off two sections of the path to secure their position. He ate zhi medicinal herbs and drank from the sacred spring as part of his Taoist cultivation practice for more than seventy years. When the Zishui River flooded, he called down three times to his clan and family, gathering more than sixty people and ordered them to ascend halfway up the mountain — a prophetic act of foresight that saved them all. The floodwaters surged all the way downstream, drowning tens of thousands in the entire prefecture. The minor official then bid farewell to his relatives and family, ordering them to descend the mountain. He put on a deerskin robe, left, and returned to the upper pavilion. More than a hundred years later, he came down to achieve Taoist immortality and sell medicine in the marketplace.

Lu Pigong's ingenuity and creativity were exquisite and intricate. The flying pavilion hung in midair, reaching upward to pay homage to the sacred spring. The solemn and clear ancestral temple stood quiet and still between two sections. It was a place for peaceful residence, suitable for a long life.