When it was first built in the Ming Dynasty, it was in chaos.
The old man went up to him and told him.
"My master is now one hundred and two years old, and his body is strong and strong. He is still firmly in the position of master. My master is so disheartened that he has returned to the world. I can only accept what he promised. Come on. Let me go and take a look with you." The big man closed the door and followed the gatekeeper out.
Giving people names is like changing people's names.
In these troubled times, everyone is in danger.
He also became more and more naughty and willful, and often got into fights with other children in the village.
The master took a few steps forward, put his hand on the old man's shoulder and said: "Our Wudang has so many people who want to come in every year. You can't just pick up an orphan and say that you are destined to us."
Why not try your luck in Wudang? We really can't afford it here.
The village chief thought for a whole night, looking for several families who had just given birth to a baby and taking turns to take care of him.
The cry attracted the attention of an old man working at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
Almost without any obstacles, we arrived at the gate of Wudang Mountain.
The big man nodded his head and said oh.
"My master said I won't accept it, so you can leave." The big man said after the master.
"But it's what your master promised seven years ago. He didn't tell me his name. But there is a disciple beside him who is very tall. Most people can't grow as tall as him. My head is here." The old man raised his hands high. He raised it above his head and said.
He walked slowly forward and found a cloth bag. The old man slowly opened the cloth bag.
"Uncle Mingtai, your master? Hasn't he already returned to secular life? What should we do with the things he promised?" said the gatekeeper disciple.
"This child was found at the foot of your Wudang Mountains, helpless and helpless. I feel that I am destined to you, can you accept this child?" the old man said.
The big man nodded his head, was stunned for half a second, then shook his head and said, "Master, you scolded me again."
The big man lowered his head and took a few steps back without saying anything.
Giving people names is like changing people's names.
When I looked closely, I realized it was a boy. I looked around but there was no one there.
The village chief thought for a whole night, looking for several families who had just given birth to a baby and taking turns to take care of him.
The old man looked at the gate of Wudang Mountain and sighed, turned around and went down the mountain.
They also asked a gentleman from the village who had gone to private school to give the orphan a good name.
Looking through the bag that wrapped the child, he found that there was not even a souvenir.
The old man glanced at Goudan and said, "Good boy Goudan, follow the masters in. Come out after learning martial arts, do you hear me?"
"My master said I won't accept it, so you can leave." The big man said after the master.
Looking through the bag that wrapped the child, he found that there was not even a souvenir.
He walked slowly forward and found a cloth bag. The old man slowly opened the cloth bag.
The old man glanced at the child's face, then looked at the master and said, "Seven years old, can you break your promise?"
They also asked a gentleman from the village who had gone to private school to give the orphan a good name.
The master nodded his head: "I swear by my Taoism that if he is seven years old and has no disease or disaster, he will be admitted."
Looking through the bag that wrapped the child, he found that there was not even a souvenir.
"Raise until seven years old? How can I have this food?" the old man said.
After taking a look at Wudang Mountain not far away, the old man sighed and picked up the child.
The old man glanced at Goudan and said, "Good boy Goudan, follow the masters in. Come out after learning martial arts, do you hear me?"
The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.
He picked up the child and walked slowly towards Wudang Mountain.
"Let's do this, you take him down and raise him first. When he is seven years old, let him go to my Wudang Mountain. If his qualifications are good, how about we keep him here to be a little Taoist priest?" said the master.
"My master said I won't accept it, so you can leave." The big man said after the master.
In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, Taoist priests guard the gate in twos and threes.
Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.
The big man thought about it for a moment, and then followed the master who was watching him walking away.
A short life should be a long life, Chen Jiaer in Chenjia Village.
The nickname was easy to cultivate, so people in the village gradually forgot that Chang Sheng's real name was Qi Goudan.
The cry attracted the attention of an old man working at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
He also became more and more naughty and willful, and often got into fights with other children in the village.
The old man took the child back to Chenjia Village and handed it directly to the village chief to explain the situation.
The old man went up to him and told him.
The big man lowered his head and took a few steps back without saying anything.
A master in the courtyard happened to be inspecting the mountain gate and walked up with his big disciple.
"In the eyes of your master, you don't know how useless my master is. Our Wudang is not a real martial artist, but you are a big man but have no brains. Did I say that you were wrong? Why don't you give up? Did the master say that?" Master said.
Giving people names is like changing people's names.
"This child was found at the foot of your Wudang Mountains, helpless and helpless. I feel that I am destined to you, can you accept this child?" the old man said.
A master in the courtyard happened to be inspecting the mountain gate and walked up with his big disciple.
The old man went down the mountain with his child in his arms and returned to Chenjia Village with a sad look on his face.
The old man went to the village chief and talked about some things in the village.
"Gao? Are you talking about Master Mingtai?" the gatekeeper disciple said thoughtfully.
The nickname was easy to cultivate, so people in the village gradually forgot that Chang Sheng's real name was Qi Goudan.
"This child was found at the foot of your Wudang Mountains, helpless and helpless. I feel that I am destined to you, can you accept this child?" the old man said.
"It's a long road. Do you think it's easy to get through seven years? And will this child still choose to go up the mountain when he is seven years old? Just take it one step at a time, or do you have a better way?" The master finished. Went inside.
The big man thought about it for a moment, and then followed the master who was watching him walking away.
"It's a long road. Do you think it's easy to get through seven years? And will this child still choose to go up the mountain when he is seven years old? Just take it one step at a time, or do you have a better way?" The master finished. Went inside.
"Our Wudang is full of people now. We really can't accept this kid." The master on the side shook his head and said.
A short life should be a long life, Chen Jiaer in Chenjia Village.
"Raise until seven years old? How can I have this food?" the old man said.
"Gao? Are you talking about Master Mingtai?" the gatekeeper disciple said thoughtfully.
The old man glanced at Goudan and said, "Good boy Goudan, follow the masters in. Come out after learning martial arts, do you hear me?"
"My master said I won't accept it, so you can leave." The big man said after the master.
The old man went to the village chief and talked about some things in the village.
Seeing that the big man seemed unconvinced, the master took a few steps forward and said, "Besides, what if he is a fool? Won't raising him be in vain? Aren't you a lesson learned from the past?"
The old man nodded and said, "Your master made an appointment with me back then. You can't go back on this."
"Mingtai, you can't say that. There are many reasons for not accepting it. You must not be rude." The master patted the big man on the shoulder and said.
Seeing that the big man seemed unconvinced, the master took a few steps forward and said, "Besides, what if he is a fool? Won't raising him be in vain? Aren't you a lesson learned from the past?"
"But it's what your master promised seven years ago. He didn't tell me his name. But there is a disciple beside him who is very tall. Most people can't grow as tall as him. My head is here." The old man raised his hands high. He raised it above his head and said.
"Master, why don't we accept that child?" the big man said.
"Master, your master promised me seven years ago. I can take him into your Wudang at the age of seven. Does that count?" the old man said.
"Master, your master promised me seven years ago. I can take him into your Wudang at the age of seven. Does that count?" the old man said.
The old man took the child back to Chenjia Village and handed it directly to the village chief to explain the situation.
The old man went down the mountain with his child in his arms and returned to Chenjia Village with a sad look on his face.
The big man lowered his head and took a few steps back without saying anything.
When it was first built in the Ming Dynasty, it was in chaos.
"Do I have to go to Wudang Mountain to become a Taoist priest?" Goudan said.
"An old man brought a child and said that seven years ago you promised him that the child could come to worship at the gate when he was seven years old." The gatekeeper disciple said.
"Master is right, but if Master knows this, will he blame us? And won't this child still join our Wudang in seven years?" The big man said again.
"But it's what your master promised seven years ago. He didn't tell me his name. But there is a disciple beside him who is very tall. Most people can't grow as tall as him. My head is here." The old man raised his hands high. He raised it above his head and said.
A short life should be a long life, Chen Jiaer in Chenjia Village.
The old man glanced at the child's face, then looked at the master and said, "Seven years old, can you break your promise?"
The gatekeeper disciple continued to guard the door, and the big man pulled Goudan into the mountain gate.
"Can't you be accommodating? I picked him up at the foot of this mountain. If you don't accept it, I, an old man who works in the fields, can't afford to raise this baby." The old man said with the baby in his arms.
"Then I'll go down the mountain after I learn martial arts, and I'll come back again." Goudan said.
Almost without any obstacles, we arrived at the gate of Wudang Mountain.
Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.
He also became more and more naughty and willful, and often got into fights with other children in the village.
In these troubled times, everyone is in danger.
The master took a few steps forward, put his hand on the old man's shoulder and said: "Our Wudang has so many people who want to come in every year. You can't just pick up an orphan and say that you are destined to us."
The old man went to the village chief and talked about some things in the village.
A master in the courtyard happened to be inspecting the mountain gate and walked up with his big disciple.
"What's wrong with being a Taoist priest? Wudang has real martial arts." The village chief said with a smile.
…
"Our Wudang is full of people now. We really can't accept this kid." The master on the side shook his head and said.
"But what should we do?" the old man said with a hand holding the child and scratching his head.
"My master is now one hundred and two years old, and his body is strong and strong. He is still firmly in the position of master. My master is so disheartened that he has returned to the world. I can only accept what he promised. Come on. Let me go and take a look with you." The big man closed the door and followed the gatekeeper out.
After taking a look at Wudang Mountain not far away, the old man sighed and picked up the child.
"My master said I won't accept it, so you can leave." The big man said after the master.
The village chief nodded quickly and gave Changsheng another nickname: Goudan.
The old man went up to him and told him.
"Let's do this, you take him down and raise him first. When he is seven years old, let him go to my Wudang Mountain. If his qualifications are good, how about we keep him here to be a little Taoist priest?" said the master.
The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.
He also became more and more naughty and willful, and often got into fights with other children in the village.
The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.
"In the eyes of your master, you don't know how useless my master is. Our Wudang is not a real martial artist, but you are a big man but have no brains. Did I say that you were wrong? Why don't you give up? Did the master say that?" Master said.
The old man glanced at Goudan and said, "Good boy Goudan, follow the masters in. Come out after learning martial arts, do you hear me?"
The master took a few steps forward, put his hand on the old man's shoulder and said: "Our Wudang has so many people who want to come in every year. You can't just pick up an orphan and say that you are destined to us."
"Then I'll go down the mountain after I learn martial arts, and I'll come back again." Goudan said.
The gatekeeper disciple said to the big man: "Uncle Mingtai, what should we do about this?"
"Raise until seven years old? How can I have this food?" the old man said.
"Raise until seven years old? How can I have this food?" the old man said.
"Then I'll go down the mountain after I learn martial arts, and I'll come back again." Goudan said.
There was nothing the village could teach him. If he wanted Goudan to become a farmer or hunter, he would still have to wait six to eight years.
The old man took the child back to Chenjia Village and handed it directly to the village chief to explain the situation.
The person who received him was no longer the same person that the old man saw back then, but the excuse was still the same as before.
The big man nodded his head and said oh.
The old man glanced at Goudan and said, "Good boy Goudan, follow the masters in. Come out after learning martial arts, do you hear me?"
The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.
"You throw a child to us, and we don't have anyone to set aside to raise him. If he is seven years old, bring him up. Just say it like this, okay?" The master said, turning the old man around and facing outside the mountain gate.
The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.
There was nothing the village could teach him. If he wanted Goudan to become a farmer or hunter, he would still have to wait six to eight years.
The master nodded his head: "I swear by my Taoism that if he is seven years old and has no disease or disaster, he will be admitted."
The old man went up to him and told him.
He also became more and more naughty and willful, and often got into fights with other children in the village.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I remember his master called him Mingtai. I remembered that he was in your position at the time. If you ask him to come out, I believe he will not forget it."
The husband thought for a moment and said that the child's life is short when he is born, and he has no father or mother.
The old man glanced at the child's face, then looked at the master and said, "Seven years old, can you break your promise?"
The old man took the child back to Chenjia Village and handed it directly to the village chief to explain the situation.
Giving people names is like changing people's names.
The gatekeeper disciple said to the big man: "Uncle Mingtai, what should we do about this?"
Almost without any obstacles, we arrived at the gate of Wudang Mountain.
The master nodded his head: "I swear by my Taoism that if he is seven years old and has no disease or disaster, he will be admitted."
The old man went up to him and told him.
The old man took the child back to Chenjia Village and handed it directly to the village chief to explain the situation.
The old man went down the mountain with his child in his arms and returned to Chenjia Village with a sad look on his face.
The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.
In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, Taoist priests guard the gate in twos and threes.
"An old man brought a child and said that seven years ago you promised him that the child could come to worship at the gate when he was seven years old." The gatekeeper disciple said.
"Master, why don't we accept that child?" the big man said.
Why not try your luck in Wudang? We really can't afford it here.
When I looked closely, I realized it was a boy. I looked around but there was no one there.
The big man touched the back of his head and said: "My master has returned to secular life, and it is indeed what he promised. How about the child stay here first, and I will ask the master."
In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, Taoist priests guard the gate in twos and threes.
The big man nodded his head and said oh.
"We, Wudang, are not a charity. How can we raise so many children? If you take in the first one, there will be second and third ones one after another. Now that the war is in chaos, should we divide your food? Or should we divide it? Please give me some food to these children." The master said, holding his long beard.
But this child is starting to grow and needs to eat meat, and his appetite is getting bigger and bigger.
The old man and the village chief found Goudan, and the village chief prepared some food and clothing.
Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.
"Go, learn martial arts and come back." The village chief continued to smile.
"But what should we do?" the old man said with a hand holding the child and scratching his head.
…
The big man nodded his head and said oh.
"Then I'll go down the mountain after I learn martial arts, and I'll come back again." Goudan said.
The big man opened the door and said, "Looking for me? Who would come looking for me?"
Looking through the bag that wrapped the child, he found that there was not even a souvenir.
"This child was found at the foot of your Wudang Mountains, helpless and helpless. I feel that I am destined to you, can you accept this child?" the old man said.
"Do I have to go to Wudang Mountain to become a Taoist priest?" Goudan said.
A short life should be a long life, Chen Jiaer in Chenjia Village.
The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."
"This child was found at the foot of your Wudang Mountains, helpless and helpless. I feel that I am destined to you, can you accept this child?" the old man said.
Seeing that the big man seemed unconvinced, the master took a few steps forward and said, "Besides, what if he is a fool? Won't raising him be in vain? Aren't you a lesson learned from the past?"
"I, the Wudang disciple, come here according to the rules. You said that we have a master here who said that he will accept your child in seven years. Then you should tell me the name of the master." The gatekeeper disciple said.
The big man thought about it for a moment, and then followed the master who was watching him walking away.
The old man and the village chief found Goudan, and the village chief prepared some food and clothing.
"Master, why don't we accept that child?" the big man said.
"Master, why don't we accept that child?" the big man said.
The husband thought for a moment and said that the child's life is short when he is born, and he has no father or mother.
Goudan nodded, and the old man took the cloth bag from the village chief and took Goudan up to Wudang Mountain.
A master in the courtyard happened to be inspecting the mountain gate and walked up with his big disciple.
The big man nodded his head, was stunned for half a second, then shook his head and said, "Master, you scolded me again."
"Mingtai, you can't say that. There are many reasons for not accepting it. You must not be rude." The master patted the big man on the shoulder and said.
Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.
But this child is starting to grow and needs to eat meat, and his appetite is getting bigger and bigger.
The person who received him was no longer the same person that the old man saw back then, but the excuse was still the same as before.
The old man looked at the gate of Wudang Mountain and sighed, turned around and went down the mountain.
"In the eyes of your master, you don't know how useless my master is. Our Wudang is not a real martial artist, but you are a big man but have no brains. Did I say that you were wrong? Why don't you give up? Did the master say that?" Master said.
The old man looked at the gate of Wudang Mountain and sighed, turned around and went down the mountain.
The big man opened the door and said, "Looking for me? Who would come looking for me?"
But this child is starting to grow and needs to eat meat, and his appetite is getting bigger and bigger.
"Master is right, but if Master knows this, will he blame us? And won't this child still join our Wudang in seven years?" The big man said again.
He walked slowly forward and found a cloth bag. The old man slowly opened the cloth bag.
When I looked closely, I realized it was a boy. I looked around but there was no one there.
"Can't you be accommodating? I picked him up at the foot of this mountain. If you don't accept it, I, an old man who works in the fields, can't afford to raise this baby." The old man said with the baby in his arms.
"Master is right, but if Master knows this, will he blame us? And won't this child still join our Wudang in seven years?" The big man said again.
"Gao? Are you talking about Master Mingtai?" the gatekeeper disciple said thoughtfully.
The old man nodded and said, "Your master made an appointment with me back then. You can't go back on this."
The gatekeeper disciple greeted the other gatekeeper disciple next to him and then entered the mountain gate.
"This child was found at the foot of your Wudang Mountains, helpless and helpless. I feel that I am destined to you, can you accept this child?" the old man said.
"It's a long road. Do you think it's easy to get through seven years? And will this child still choose to go up the mountain when he is seven years old? Just take it one step at a time, or do you have a better way?" The master finished. Went inside.
The big man thought about it for a moment, and then followed the master who was watching him walking away.
Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.
"Raise until seven years old? How can I have this food?" the old man said.
There was nothing the village could teach him. If he wanted Goudan to become a farmer or hunter, he would still have to wait six to eight years.
When I looked closely, I realized it was a boy. I looked around but there was no one there.
In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, Taoist priests guard the gate in twos and threes.
The big man thought about it for a moment, and then followed the master who was watching him walking away.
In these troubled times, everyone is in danger.
When it was first built in the Ming Dynasty, it was in chaos.
The old man took the child back to Chenjia Village and handed it directly to the village chief to explain the situation.
"In the eyes of your master, you don't know how useless my master is. Our Wudang is not a real martial artist, but you are a big man but have no brains. Did I say that you were wrong? Why don't you give up? Did the master say that?" Master said.
The village chief thought for a whole night, looking for several families who had just given birth to a baby and taking turns to take care of him.
The gatekeeper disciple continued to guard the door, and the big man pulled Goudan into the mountain gate.
The village chief thought for a whole night, looking for several families who had just given birth to a baby and taking turns to take care of him.
The person who received him was no longer the same person that the old man saw back then, but the excuse was still the same as before.
With a few strokes of pen on the white paper, he pointed at the child and said, "Let's call him Chen Changsheng."
The master nodded his head: "I swear by my Taoism that if he is seven years old and has no disease or disaster, he will be admitted."
The old man went to the village chief and talked about some things in the village.
"Mingtai, you can't say that. There are many reasons for not accepting it. You must not be rude." The master patted the big man on the shoulder and said.
They also asked a gentleman from the village who had gone to private school to give the orphan a good name.
"Master is right, but if Master knows this, will he blame us? And won't this child still join our Wudang in seven years?" The big man said again.
The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.
"I, the Wudang disciple, come here according to the rules. You said that we have a master here who said that he will accept your child in seven years. Then you should tell me the name of the master." The gatekeeper disciple said.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I remember his master called him Mingtai. I remembered that he was in your position at the time. If you ask him to come out, I believe he will not forget it."
"Master, why don't we accept that child?" the big man said.
"Uncle Mingtai, your master? Hasn't he already returned to secular life? What should we do with the things he promised?" said the gatekeeper disciple.
The husband thought for a moment and said that the child's life is short when he is born, and he has no father or mother.
"Do I have to go to Wudang Mountain to become a Taoist priest?" Goudan said.
The village chief nodded quickly and gave Changsheng another nickname: Goudan.
Looking through the bag that wrapped the child, he found that there was not even a souvenir.
…
"You throw a child to us, and we don't have anyone to set aside to raise him. If he is seven years old, bring him up. Just say it like this, okay?" The master said, turning the old man around and facing outside the mountain gate.
There was nothing the village could teach him. If he wanted Goudan to become a farmer or hunter, he would still have to wait six to eight years.
Giving people names is like changing people's names.
"My master is now one hundred and two years old, and his body is strong and strong. He is still firmly in the position of master. My master is so disheartened that he has returned to the world. I can only accept what he promised. Come on. Let me go and take a look with you." The big man closed the door and followed the gatekeeper out.
Why not try your luck in Wudang? We really can't afford it here.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I remember his master called him Mingtai. I remembered that he was in your position at the time. If you ask him to come out, I believe he will not forget it."
The village chief nodded quickly and gave Changsheng another nickname: Goudan.
There was nothing the village could teach him. If he wanted Goudan to become a farmer or hunter, he would still have to wait six to eight years.
"My master is now one hundred and two years old, and his body is strong and strong. He is still firmly in the position of master. My master is so disheartened that he has returned to the world. I can only accept what he promised. Come on. Let me go and take a look with you." The big man closed the door and followed the gatekeeper out.
Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.
"This child was found at the foot of your Wudang Mountains, helpless and helpless. I feel that I am destined to you, can you accept this child?" the old man said.
A short life should be a long life, Chen Jiaer in Chenjia Village.
In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, Taoist priests guard the gate in twos and threes.
The big man glanced at Goudan and said, "Is this the baby from back then?"
"But it's what your master promised seven years ago. He didn't tell me his name. But there is a disciple beside him who is very tall. Most people can't grow as tall as him. My head is here." The old man raised his hands high. He raised it above his head and said.
With a few strokes of pen on the white paper, he pointed at the child and said, "Let's call him Chen Changsheng."
The old man and the village chief found Goudan, and the village chief prepared some food and clothing.
With a few strokes of pen on the white paper, he pointed at the child and said, "Let's call him Chen Changsheng."
The old man glanced at the child's face, then looked at the master and said, "Seven years old, can you break your promise?"
In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, Taoist priests guard the gate in twos and threes.
"Mingtai, you can't say that. There are many reasons for not accepting it. You must not be rude." The master patted the big man on the shoulder and said.
The village chief lamented that in recent years, the imperial court had increased levies and the bandits nearby were becoming more and more rampant.
Why not try your luck in Wudang? We really can't afford it here.
The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."
The village chief nodded quickly and gave Changsheng another nickname: Goudan.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I remember his master called him Mingtai. I remembered that he was in your position at the time. If you ask him to come out, I believe he will not forget it."
"Uncle Mingtai, someone is looking for you outside." The gatekeeper disciple said.
The big man nodded his head and said oh.
The nickname was easy to cultivate, so people in the village gradually forgot that Chang Sheng's real name was Qi Goudan.
The big man touched the back of his head and said: "My master has returned to secular life, and it is indeed what he promised. How about the child stay here first, and I will ask the master."
"Uncle Mingtai, someone is looking for you outside." The gatekeeper disciple said.
The village chief thought for a whole night, looking for several families who had just given birth to a baby and taking turns to take care of him.
The old man took the child back to Chenjia Village and handed it directly to the village chief to explain the situation.
Then he said that the dog’s eggs were getting bigger and bigger.
Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.
Goudan nodded, and the old man took the cloth bag from the village chief and took Goudan up to Wudang Mountain.
There was nothing the village could teach him. If he wanted Goudan to become a farmer or hunter, he would still have to wait six to eight years.
The old man went to the village chief and talked about some things in the village.
The master took a few steps forward, put his hand on the old man's shoulder and said: "Our Wudang has so many people who want to come in every year. You can't just pick up an orphan and say that you are destined to us."
Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.
The old man and the village chief found Goudan, and the village chief prepared some food and clothing.
The village chief lamented that in recent years, the imperial court had increased levies and the bandits nearby were becoming more and more rampant.
"Mingtai, you can't say that. There are many reasons for not accepting it. You must not be rude." The master patted the big man on the shoulder and said.
The old man looked at the gate of Wudang Mountain and sighed, turned around and went down the mountain.
Then he said that the dog’s eggs were getting bigger and bigger.
"Master, why don't we accept that child?" the big man said.
"Master, why don't we accept that child?" the big man said.
Then he said that the dog’s eggs were getting bigger and bigger.
For a long time, in front of the mountain gate.
"Uncle Mingtai, someone is looking for you outside." The gatekeeper disciple said.
"Uncle Mingtai, your master? Hasn't he already returned to secular life? What should we do with the things he promised?" said the gatekeeper disciple.
He also became more and more naughty and willful, and often got into fights with other children in the village.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I remember his master called him Mingtai. I remembered that he was in your position at the time. If you ask him to come out, I believe he will not forget it."
The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."
"My master said I won't accept it, so you can leave." The big man said after the master.
The husband thought for a moment and said that the child's life is short when he is born, and he has no father or mother.
There was nothing the village could teach him. If he wanted Goudan to become a farmer or hunter, he would still have to wait six to eight years.
"Can't you be accommodating? I picked him up at the foot of this mountain. If you don't accept it, I, an old man who works in the fields, can't afford to raise this baby." The old man said with the baby in his arms.
"Do I have to go to Wudang Mountain to become a Taoist priest?" Goudan said.
Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.
He picked up the child and walked slowly towards Wudang Mountain.
"Master is right, but if Master knows this, will he blame us? And won't this child still join our Wudang in seven years?" The big man said again.
But this child is starting to grow and needs to eat meat, and his appetite is getting bigger and bigger.
He walked slowly forward and found a cloth bag. The old man slowly opened the cloth bag.
Looking through the bag that wrapped the child, he found that there was not even a souvenir.
The old man and the village chief found Goudan, and the village chief prepared some food and clothing.
Why not try your luck in Wudang? We really can't afford it here.
Almost without any obstacles, we arrived at the gate of Wudang Mountain.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I remember his master called him Mingtai. I remembered that he was in your position at the time. If you ask him to come out, I believe he will not forget it."
"Uncle Mingtai, your master? Hasn't he already returned to secular life? What should we do with the things he promised?" said the gatekeeper disciple.
The gatekeeper disciple continued to guard the door, and the big man pulled Goudan into the mountain gate.
After taking a look at Wudang Mountain not far away, the old man sighed and picked up the child.
The old man and the village chief found Goudan, and the village chief prepared some food and clothing.
The old man glanced at the child's face, then looked at the master and said, "Seven years old, can you break your promise?"
The gatekeeper disciple said to the big man: "Uncle Mingtai, what should we do about this?"
"But what should we do?" the old man said with a hand holding the child and scratching his head.
For a long time, in front of the mountain gate.
Why not try your luck in Wudang? We really can't afford it here.
"What's wrong with being a Taoist priest? Wudang has real martial arts." The village chief said with a smile.
The master took a few steps forward, put his hand on the old man's shoulder and said: "Our Wudang has so many people who want to come in every year. You can't just pick up an orphan and say that you are destined to us."
A short life should be a long life, Chen Jiaer in Chenjia Village.
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When I looked closely, I realized it was a boy. I looked around but there was no one there.
"Uncle Mingtai, your master? Hasn't he already returned to secular life? What should we do with the things he promised?" said the gatekeeper disciple.
"Can't you be accommodating? I picked him up at the foot of this mountain. If you don't accept it, I, an old man who works in the fields, can't afford to raise this baby." The old man said with the baby in his arms.
The cry attracted the attention of an old man working at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
The cry attracted the attention of an old man working at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
"Can't you be accommodating? I picked him up at the foot of this mountain. If you don't accept it, I, an old man who works in the fields, can't afford to raise this baby." The old man said with the baby in his arms.
"Do I have to go to Wudang Mountain to become a Taoist priest?" Goudan said.
The village chief thought for a whole night, looking for several families who had just given birth to a baby and taking turns to take care of him.
The big man opened the door and said, "Looking for me? Who would come looking for me?"
"What's wrong with being a Taoist priest? Wudang has real martial arts." The village chief said with a smile.
He also became more and more naughty and willful, and often got into fights with other children in the village.
The nickname was easy to cultivate, so people in the village gradually forgot that Chang Sheng's real name was Qi Goudan.
"Then I'll go down the mountain after I learn martial arts, and I'll come back again." Goudan said.
"I, the Wudang disciple, come here according to the rules. You said that we have a master here who said that he will accept your child in seven years. Then you should tell me the name of the master." The gatekeeper disciple said.
"Uncle Mingtai, your master? Hasn't he already returned to secular life? What should we do with the things he promised?" said the gatekeeper disciple.
The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I remember his master called him Mingtai. I remembered that he was in your position at the time. If you ask him to come out, I believe he will not forget it."
"Go, learn martial arts and come back." The village chief continued to smile.
The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."
In these troubled times, everyone is in danger.
Goudan nodded, and the old man took the cloth bag from the village chief and took Goudan up to Wudang Mountain.
The old man went down the mountain with his child in his arms and returned to Chenjia Village with a sad look on his face.
"In the eyes of your master, you don't know how useless my master is. Our Wudang is not a real martial artist, but you are a big man but have no brains. Did I say that you were wrong? Why don't you give up? Did the master say that?" Master said.
Almost without any obstacles, we arrived at the gate of Wudang Mountain.
In these troubled times, everyone is in danger.
A master in the courtyard happened to be inspecting the mountain gate and walked up with his big disciple.
Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.
The person who received him was no longer the same person that the old man saw back then, but the excuse was still the same as before.
The gatekeeper disciple greeted the other gatekeeper disciple next to him and then entered the mountain gate.
A master in the courtyard happened to be inspecting the mountain gate and walked up with his big disciple.
"It's a long road. Do you think it's easy to get through seven years? And will this child still choose to go up the mountain when he is seven years old? Just take it one step at a time, or do you have a better way?" The master finished. Went inside.
The old man took the child back to Chenjia Village and handed it directly to the village chief to explain the situation.
With a few strokes of pen on the white paper, he pointed at the child and said, "Let's call him Chen Changsheng."
After taking a look at Wudang Mountain not far away, the old man sighed and picked up the child.
"I, the Wudang disciple, come here according to the rules. You said that we have a master here who said that he will accept your child in seven years. Then you should tell me the name of the master." The gatekeeper disciple said.
The big man thought about it for a moment, and then followed the master who was watching him walking away.
"Then I'll go down the mountain after I learn martial arts, and I'll come back again." Goudan said.
The old man looked at the gate of Wudang Mountain and sighed, turned around and went down the mountain.
"Uncle Mingtai, your master? Hasn't he already returned to secular life? What should we do with the things he promised?" said the gatekeeper disciple.
The village chief thought for a whole night, looking for several families who had just given birth to a baby and taking turns to take care of him.
"But it's what your master promised seven years ago. He didn't tell me his name. But there is a disciple beside him who is very tall. Most people can't grow as tall as him. My head is here." The old man raised his hands high. He raised it above his head and said.
The husband thought for a moment and said that the child's life is short when he is born, and he has no father or mother.
They also asked a gentleman from the village who had gone to private school to give the orphan a good name.
Goudan nodded, and the old man took the cloth bag from the village chief and took Goudan up to Wudang Mountain.
A short life should be a long life, Chen Jiaer in Chenjia Village.
Giving people names is like changing people's names.
A short life should be a long life, Chen Jiaer in Chenjia Village.
"Gao? Are you talking about Master Mingtai?" the gatekeeper disciple said thoughtfully.
In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, Taoist priests guard the gate in twos and threes.
He picked up the child and walked slowly towards Wudang Mountain.
The old man went down the mountain with his child in his arms and returned to Chenjia Village with a sad look on his face.
Then he said that the dog’s eggs were getting bigger and bigger.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I remember his master called him Mingtai. I remembered that he was in your position at the time. If you ask him to come out, I believe he will not forget it."
Goudan nodded, and the big man patted Goudan's head and said, "Kid, come with me."
The big man lowered his head and took a few steps back without saying anything.
The master nodded his head: "I swear by my Taoism that if he is seven years old and has no disease or disaster, he will be admitted."
After taking a look at Wudang Mountain not far away, the old man sighed and picked up the child.
"My master is now one hundred and two years old, and his body is strong and strong. He is still firmly in the position of master. My master is so disheartened that he has returned to the world. I can only accept what he promised. Come on. Let me go and take a look with you." The big man closed the door and followed the gatekeeper out.
The old man nodded and said, "Your master made an appointment with me back then. You can't go back on this."
The old man nodded and said, "Your master made an appointment with me back then. You can't go back on this."
The big man glanced at Goudan and said, "Is this the baby from back then?"
The gatekeeper disciple greeted the other gatekeeper disciple next to him and then entered the mountain gate.
The big man nodded his head and said oh.
The old man glanced at the child's face, then looked at the master and said, "Seven years old, can you break your promise?"
"We, Wudang, are not a charity. How can we raise so many children? If you take in the first one, there will be second and third ones one after another. Now that the war is in chaos, should we divide your food? Or should we divide it? Please give me some food to these children." The master said, holding his long beard.
"Raise until seven years old? How can I have this food?" the old man said.
"Our Wudang is full of people now. We really can't accept this kid." The master on the side shook his head and said.
"Mingtai, you can't say that. There are many reasons for not accepting it. You must not be rude." The master patted the big man on the shoulder and said.
With a few strokes of pen on the white paper, he pointed at the child and said, "Let's call him Chen Changsheng."
"Uncle Mingtai, someone is looking for you outside." The gatekeeper disciple said.
For a long time, in front of the mountain gate.
The big man nodded his head, was stunned for half a second, then shook his head and said, "Master, you scolded me again."
The old man nodded and said, "Your master made an appointment with me back then. You can't go back on this."
With a few strokes of pen on the white paper, he pointed at the child and said, "Let's call him Chen Changsheng."
The big man opened the door and said, "Looking for me? Who would come looking for me?"
In these troubled times, everyone is in danger.
"You throw a child to us, and we don't have anyone to set aside to raise him. If he is seven years old, bring him up. Just say it like this, okay?" The master said, turning the old man around and facing outside the mountain gate.
When I looked closely, I realized it was a boy. I looked around but there was no one there.
"But it's what your master promised seven years ago. He didn't tell me his name. But there is a disciple beside him who is very tall. Most people can't grow as tall as him. My head is here." The old man raised his hands high. He raised it above his head and said.
"Gao? Are you talking about Master Mingtai?" the gatekeeper disciple said thoughtfully.
The master took a few steps forward, put his hand on the old man's shoulder and said: "Our Wudang has so many people who want to come in every year. You can't just pick up an orphan and say that you are destined to us."
"An old man brought a child and said that seven years ago you promised him that the child could come to worship at the gate when he was seven years old." The gatekeeper disciple said.
"Go, learn martial arts and come back." The village chief continued to smile.
"An old man brought a child and said that seven years ago you promised him that the child could come to worship at the gate when he was seven years old." The gatekeeper disciple said.
The big man glanced at Goudan and said, "Is this the baby from back then?"
He picked up the child and walked slowly towards Wudang Mountain.
The old man glanced at the child's face, then looked at the master and said, "Seven years old, can you break your promise?"
Why not try your luck in Wudang? We really can't afford it here.
The big man opened the door and said, "Looking for me? Who would come looking for me?"
"Can't you be accommodating? I picked him up at the foot of this mountain. If you don't accept it, I, an old man who works in the fields, can't afford to raise this baby." The old man said with the baby in his arms.
The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."
The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.
He picked up the child and walked slowly towards Wudang Mountain.
"What's wrong with being a Taoist priest? Wudang has real martial arts." The village chief said with a smile.
"My master is now one hundred and two years old, and his body is strong and strong. He is still firmly in the position of master. My master is so disheartened that he has returned to the world. I can only accept what he promised. Come on. Let me go and take a look with you." The big man closed the door and followed the gatekeeper out.
The master nodded his head: "I swear by my Taoism that if he is seven years old and has no disease or disaster, he will be admitted."
"Uncle Mingtai, your master? Hasn't he already returned to secular life? What should we do with the things he promised?" said the gatekeeper disciple.
…
The old man went up to him and told him.
"My master said I won't accept it, so you can leave." The big man said after the master.
"My master is now one hundred and two years old, and his body is strong and strong. He is still firmly in the position of master. My master is so disheartened that he has returned to the world. I can only accept what he promised. Come on. Let me go and take a look with you." The big man closed the door and followed the gatekeeper out.
The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.
When I looked closely, I realized it was a boy. I looked around but there was no one there.
"Go, learn martial arts and come back." The village chief continued to smile.
"Gao? Are you talking about Master Mingtai?" the gatekeeper disciple said thoughtfully.
"My master is now one hundred and two years old, and his body is strong and strong. He is still firmly in the position of master. My master is so disheartened that he has returned to the world. I can only accept what he promised. Come on. Let me go and take a look with you." The big man closed the door and followed the gatekeeper out.
The cry attracted the attention of an old man working at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
"This child was found at the foot of your Wudang Mountains, helpless and helpless. I feel that I am destined to you, can you accept this child?" the old man said.
The big man nodded his head and said oh.
The gatekeeper disciple continued to guard the door, and the big man pulled Goudan into the mountain gate.
"Uncle Mingtai, someone is looking for you outside." The gatekeeper disciple said.
The old man went down the mountain with his child in his arms and returned to Chenjia Village with a sad look on his face.
For a long time, in front of the mountain gate.
"What's wrong with being a Taoist priest? Wudang has real martial arts." The village chief said with a smile.
"Uncle Mingtai, your master? Hasn't he already returned to secular life? What should we do with the things he promised?" said the gatekeeper disciple.
The nickname was easy to cultivate, so people in the village gradually forgot that Chang Sheng's real name was Qi Goudan.
The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.
The gatekeeper disciple said to the big man: "Uncle Mingtai, what should we do about this?"
"Master, your master promised me seven years ago. I can take him into your Wudang at the age of seven. Does that count?" the old man said.
"What's wrong with being a Taoist priest? Wudang has real martial arts." The village chief said with a smile.
He picked up the child and walked slowly towards Wudang Mountain.
The person who received him was no longer the same person that the old man saw back then, but the excuse was still the same as before.
But this child is starting to grow and needs to eat meat, and his appetite is getting bigger and bigger.
"Uncle Mingtai, someone is looking for you outside." The gatekeeper disciple said.
"Master, your master promised me seven years ago. I can take him into your Wudang at the age of seven. Does that count?" the old man said.
The village chief nodded quickly and gave Changsheng another nickname: Goudan.
But this child is starting to grow and needs to eat meat, and his appetite is getting bigger and bigger.
Goudan nodded, and the old man took the cloth bag from the village chief and took Goudan up to Wudang Mountain.
The old man took the child back to Chenjia Village and handed it directly to the village chief to explain the situation.
The big man glanced at Goudan and said, "Is this the baby from back then?"
"Then I'll go down the mountain after I learn martial arts, and I'll come back again." Goudan said.
The master nodded his head: "I swear by my Taoism that if he is seven years old and has no disease or disaster, he will be admitted."
The old man nodded and said, "Your master made an appointment with me back then. You can't go back on this."
When I looked closely, I realized it was a boy. I looked around but there was no one there.
The old man and the village chief found Goudan, and the village chief prepared some food and clothing.
"Uncle Mingtai, someone is looking for you outside." The gatekeeper disciple said.
Why not try your luck in Wudang? We really can't afford it here.
He picked up the child and walked slowly towards Wudang Mountain.
The big man touched the back of his head and said: "My master has returned to secular life, and it is indeed what he promised. How about the child stay here first, and I will ask the master."
"My master is now one hundred and two years old, and his body is strong and strong. He is still firmly in the position of master. My master is so disheartened that he has returned to the world. I can only accept what he promised. Come on. Let me go and take a look with you." The big man closed the door and followed the gatekeeper out.
The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."
The gatekeeper disciple said to the big man: "Uncle Mingtai, what should we do about this?"
After taking a look at Wudang Mountain not far away, the old man sighed and picked up the child.
The big man glanced at Goudan and said, "Is this the baby from back then?"
The village chief nodded quickly and gave Changsheng another nickname: Goudan.
"Then I'll go down the mountain after I learn martial arts, and I'll come back again." Goudan said.
The big man touched the back of his head and said: "My master has returned to secular life, and it is indeed what he promised. How about the child stay here first, and I will ask the master."
The big man touched the back of his head and said: "My master has returned to secular life, and it is indeed what he promised. How about the child stay here first, and I will ask the master."
The gatekeeper disciple said to the big man: "Uncle Mingtai, what should we do about this?"
"My master said I won't accept it, so you can leave." The big man said after the master.
The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."
The master nodded his head: "I swear by my Taoism that if he is seven years old and has no disease or disaster, he will be admitted."
When it was first built in the Ming Dynasty, it was in chaos.
"Master, your master promised me seven years ago. I can take him into your Wudang at the age of seven. Does that count?" the old man said.
"In the eyes of your master, you don't know how useless my master is. Our Wudang is not a real martial artist, but you are a big man but have no brains. Did I say that you were wrong? Why don't you give up? Did the master say that?" Master said.
The big man lowered his head and took a few steps back without saying anything.
The old man glanced at Goudan and said, "Good boy Goudan, follow the masters in. Come out after learning martial arts, do you hear me?"
The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."
"Master, your master promised me seven years ago. I can take him into your Wudang at the age of seven. Does that count?" the old man said.
The big man nodded his head, was stunned for half a second, then shook his head and said, "Master, you scolded me again."
They also asked a gentleman from the village who had gone to private school to give the orphan a good name.
"Master is right, but if Master knows this, will he blame us? And won't this child still join our Wudang in seven years?" The big man said again.
The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.
The village chief thought for a whole night, looking for several families who had just given birth to a baby and taking turns to take care of him.
"But what should we do?" the old man said with a hand holding the child and scratching his head.
Goudan nodded, and the big man patted Goudan's head and said, "Kid, come with me."
The person who received him was no longer the same person that the old man saw back then, but the excuse was still the same as before.
The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."
"Master, your master promised me seven years ago. I can take him into your Wudang at the age of seven. Does that count?" the old man said.
"I, the Wudang disciple, come here according to the rules. You said that we have a master here who said that he will accept your child in seven years. Then you should tell me the name of the master." The gatekeeper disciple said.
The gatekeeper disciple continued to guard the door, and the big man pulled Goudan into the mountain gate.
"Raise until seven years old? How can I have this food?" the old man said.
The old man looked at the gate of Wudang Mountain and sighed, turned around and went down the mountain.
The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."
A master in the courtyard happened to be inspecting the mountain gate and walked up with his big disciple.
The big man nodded his head, was stunned for half a second, then shook his head and said, "Master, you scolded me again."
"Our Wudang is full of people now. We really can't accept this kid." The master on the side shook his head and said.
The village chief nodded quickly and gave Changsheng another nickname: Goudan.
The old man looked at the gate of Wudang Mountain and sighed, turned around and went down the mountain.
The big man touched the back of his head and said: "My master has returned to secular life, and it is indeed what he promised. How about the child stay here first, and I will ask the master."
Giving people names is like changing people's names.