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The next day, as soon as Yang Zimei heard that grandma and mother had woken up, she also got up, ready to go up the mountain to find the Taoist priest.
Rural children in the 1990s were very independent. As long as they could walk and eat, they didn't care about their activities, because the adults themselves were too busy.
When I came to the foot of the mountain, it was still early, and it was not yet six o'clock, and there was no figure of the Taoist priest, so she went up the mountain alone.
The mountain road is silent, surrounded by mist, shadowy, dark and cold, insects and birds are singing, and there are strange and terrifying sounds from time to time.
If it was an ordinary five-year-old girl, it would be strange not to be scared to death.
But Yang Zimei is not afraid, she has been a human being in two lifetimes, and she was displaced in the previous life, and has experienced a lot, now she is not afraid of anything except the hand of fate that cannot be changed.
It's just that her legs are too short and too small, and her physical fitness is not good enough. It is really difficult to climb this mountain road.
About halfway up the mountain, I saw the blue-colored figure of the old Taoist standing in front of him, holding a whisk in his hand, looking at her with his glazed eyes that seemed to penetrate the world.
"Master... father... early... go... okay... I... here..."
She was so tired that she was out of breath, but she still bowed respectfully to the Taoist priest to say hello.
The old Taoist priest was slightly moved.
Just now, he wanted to go down the mountain to pick her up, but he saw her small figure appearing at the foot of the mountain early, and started to go up the mountain, so he just stood there and watched her take her calf, and even use her hands and feet step by step. Climb up on the ground, very happy in my heart.
He was so lucky to receive such a disciple with a strong will at such a young age in his later years, it was really a manifestation of the patriarch.
"Why didn't you wait for Master to go down to pick you up? Aren't you afraid?" The old Taoist bent over and pulled her over to ask, but saw that the place where she was hit by the clay bodhisattva jade bottle yesterday turned into a drop of cinnabar, and was surprised for a while.
Yang Zimei shook his head, "Don't be afraid, I just want to learn a little bit more quickly."
She looked at the old Taoist priest with full expectation, and suddenly, she found that a line of words gradually appeared on his head from blurred to clear: Li Yuqing, formerly known as Li Junjie, was born in 1880, participated in the 1911 Revolution in 1911, and was born in 1919. Participated in the May 4th Movement, participated in the Anti-Japanese War in 1937, and began to learn Taoism in 1945...
Born in 1880
Doesn't that mean that Master Daochang is 112 years old? Looking at his face, he is much younger than his 60-year-old grandfather, and there are no wrinkles on his face, except that his hair and beard are all white.
Moreover, looking at his spirit, he doesn't seem to have any signs of decay. Did he learn the Tao and practice
Thinking of this, she became more determined to learn from him.
Seeing her staring at the top of his head in a daze, Daoist Yuqing was a little strange and asked, "Niuniu, what are you looking at?"
"Master, how old are you?"
"I'm 112 years old as a teacher, do you believe it?"
Sure enough, he was 112 years old. It seemed that what he saw was true.
Why can I see these? Although she didn't see much, it was really strange, and every time she saw it, she felt a little dizzy.
"Master, you look younger than my grandpa, and you don't have any wrinkles at all. Did you become a Taoist? Will you live forever like a fairy like my grandma said?" Yang Zimei raised his innocent face. asked with an innocent face.
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