There are many hills in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are different sounds for ten miles, and different customs for hundreds of miles. There are less than a hundred households in Yujia Village, and the simple yellow mud houses are built on the mountainside. There are mountains behind and mountains facing them. The river flows at the foot of the mountains. Yujia Village is sandwiched between two villages. There has never been a talented person, not even a master who is a scholar, let alone a majestic official, who has been bullied by the other two villages. In summer, the paddy field grabs water, and it is inevitable that he will only dare to go there in the middle of the night. They secretly dug open the small dams used by villagers in neighboring villages to intercept water, and poured water into their own fields. There is a folk custom of dancing bamboo horses here. Yujia Village is so poor that those who ride bamboo horses to beg for money are not willing to enter the village. Every time the children in the village can only follow behind and risk being bullied to watch the fun in neighboring villages. There are very few people in Yujia Village whose surname is not Yu, because when a man marries a wife, he can only look for it in his own village. The euphemistic name is that the rich water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, unlike the two neighboring villages, where wives from outsiders marry in every year. The parents of Sanyazi, who was born with dementia, both have the surname Yu, and a pair of in-laws live at the head and tail of the village, but they walk around while eating a bowl of rice, and they go to the door when they can't eat half a bowl. Sanyazi looks delicate, In the vernacular, it means that you drank too much ecstasy soup when you were reincarnated, and you haven't been able to get enlightened in this life. His parents took the child to summon the soul of a well-known witch dozens of miles away, but they failed to get the soul back from Lord Yama.
But which village doesn't have one or two idiots who make people laugh, and the child's parents have already accepted their fate. At least he is a leader. In the future, spend more money and find a random woman to marry home. No matter how bad it is, he can inherit the incense. However, Yujia Village has been tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-twittered-out-of-the-know-how. He used to just laugh when he saw people, but now he is clean and he knows his seniority is not bad. Say hello to the elders in the village. . There is only a hut village school in the relatively affluent Song Village next door, which is not a family school, so children with foreign surnames are willing to accept it. San Yazi, whose real name is Yu Fu, ran to squat outside the window to listen to his teacher's lecture. Every day when he returned to the village, he drew ghostly symbols on the ground. Only later did the villagers know that it was indeed the words on the book. I settled down in the village before, and never left again, and the lessons I taught were nothing more than "three hundred thousand", which is the three axes of enlightenment. The accent is so strong that it is very difficult for young children to get used to it. The sixty-year-old school teacher somehow became interested in San Yazi. Not only did he deliberately put a small bench outside the window, but he also taught the child many Confucian introductory etiquette such as crossing hands, making bows, walking, seeing and hearing, etc. in his spare time. He asked Yu Fu's parents for the gift of seeing him, and he didn't let the child perform the entrance ceremony.
At the head of the village of Songcun, there is an old locust tree with a big belly and empty stomach, which is still full of greenness. Anyway, the Song family tree dates back four hundred years, and the ancestors of the Song family are still not as old as Laohuai. A young Taoist priest with a mahogany sword and a cotton bag was walking on a winding dirt road. He stood under an old locust tree and looked at it. Suddenly, three villages went away. In winter, the creek is sluggish, and many things come to light. The Taoist with a rare and elegant temperament in the countryside squats by the stream along the path that everyone has stepped on all the year round. He scoops up a handful of cool stream water and gently washes his face. He barked his dog, smiled all over his face, and stood up. Several village boys of different ages were squatting on the bank. The bolder ones asked him if he was a fairy who could catch demons and exorcise ghosts. The clean-robed Taoist smiled warmly and shook his head. Shaking his head, the lost children suddenly scattered. When the Taoist priest entered the village, there were many old people in front of the house, carrying bamboo cages with iron sheets and charcoal fires for heating, sitting lazily on the tree stumps basking in the sun. When they met the Taoist priests who were not easy to see, they all had simple curiosity and respect in their eyes. , and didn't know how to greet each other as a courtesy, for fear of offending the Taoist priest, they just smiled at each other. The young Taoist with clear eyes was born with a kind face, and he didn't deliberately return the courtesy. He walked around the village, followed the sound of reading aloud, and walked to the village school. When he saw Yu Fu sitting on the small bench under the window shaking his head, The back is thin and small, and he forgets himself completely. The young Taoist stood still, averted his eyes, and quietly shook his clothes and whisked the dust, then walked forward, stood beside Yu Fu, and listened to the voices together. After the old pedant in the school set the reading paragraph, he did not sit upright, but stood at the window on the other side of Yu Fu, holding the book in one hand and nodding his head from time to time. After the children had finished reciting the book, the old school teacher was about to speak when he saw the Taoist priest outside the window with a surprised expression on his face. He walked out of the hut quickly, and the young Taoist priest bowed and said, "Li Yufu, who practiced Taoism in Wudang Mountain."
The school teacher who received a bow was flattered and said: "It turned out to be a real person who practiced Taoism on Wudang Mountain. I am Xu Liang. I am ashamed to be a teacher, and I suspect that I have misunderstood my children. If there is something inappropriate in teaching and resolving doubts, I hope the real person will not hesitate to give advice."
The young Taoist shook his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu is serious. Xiaodao has traveled all over the world this time, and before returning to the mountain, he dared to find a chance, and there may be a lot of trouble in the future."
Xu Liang, who was always rigid and strict in front of the childish children, laughed and said, "You are being polite, you are being polite."
There is almost no end to the worship of Taoism and Huang Lao in today's imperial court. As long as it is not those wandering Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes who intend to deceive fools and foolish women for money, the ruling and opposition parties respect the veritable Taoists who are recorded in the register. There are many Taoist temples in the world, and the dragon Tiger Mountain and Wudang Mountain are the two immortal mountains. In the eyes of the villagers, as long as they are Taoists who come out of these two blessed places, regardless of their age, they are regarded as real people. If it weren't for the fact that this Taoist priest who called himself Li Yufu was too young, Xu Liang, who did have some ink in his stomach, would have respectfully called him an immortal. As for the ancestral court dispute and the ascension of immortals, these villages can't care about it, even if they hear about it, they can only be speechless. The handsome Yu Fu stood up from the bench, but did not leave, and just listened quietly. Xu Liang took a look at the child he thought had aura, and said with a half-truth and half-fake smile: "Since the real man came here looking for a chance, let's take a look at this child. His surname is Yu Mingfu. Both surnames and first names are common and can be stacked together." , It’s not vulgar. Yu Fu Yu Fu, the rest of my life accumulates blessings, what a good name. When Xu was young, he also learned some superficial faces. He only felt that although he couldn’t talk about being rich, he just felt happy in his heart. Li Zhenren, why don't you open your eyes?"
Li Yufu squatted down, stared at Yu Fu who was not timid looking at him, and said softly: "Xiao Dao dare not speak nonsense."
The old man who didn't hear the words of praise is a little regretful, but after going through the wind and rain, he also knows that many blessings cannot be forced, otherwise he would not be willing to be lonely and work as a poor school teacher in this village.
Then a Taoist priest surnamed Li lived in Yujia Village for some reason, and he didn’t stay with the villagers. There were many green bamboos on the mountain, and he spent half a decade building a bamboo house. When he was free, he wove bamboo baskets and distributed them to the villagers. . If a villager sent homemade rice wine or meals, he would also serve a large basket of winter bamboo shoots. I also took the trouble to help many children chop bamboo to make flutes and teach them to play the flute. The villagers are willing to ask him for help when they have some weddings and funerals. If someone gets into a minor disaster or ailment, this young Taoist will take the initiative to go to the mountains to collect medicine, and even like a doctor, helping people see, hear, ask, and silently guide the meridians. Over time, not only the nearby villages, but also the hundreds of miles around, knew that the ancestral tomb of Yujia Village was emitting green smoke, and it was possible for a young god to stay in the back mountain to practice Taoism. When Xu Liang was free, he went to the bamboo building to ask Master Li for advice on how to practice Taoism, and Yu Fu also often went there. Say goodbye to the old year with the sound of firecrackers, and go to exchange the new peach for the old talisman. Yu Fu's parents, who have been unable to lift their heads in the village, feel that they have a lot of face, because the Spring Festival couplet hanging on the bamboo gate of Master Li was written by their boy. Parents speak louder in the village. A few pretty girls in the village, every time they ran into a young Taoist priest on the bluestone path in the village, they would bend their eyebrows and walk slowly shyly, with their heads bowed and shy, passing by, and then turning their heads quietly. Some women who are already wives will definitely not be so reserved. When they are pounding clothes on the bluestone by the stream with handsome young people, they speak freely. Whenever they see the young Taoist priest in Taoist robes blushing, the women will look at each other. Laughing loudly, he said to himself that he is really a thin-skinned handsome guy, if he returns to the vulgar in the future, it will be a great blessing if a woman can marry him.
In a blink of an eye, the winter snow melts, and suddenly the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, the willows are bright yellow, and the sound of the stream is broken when the green carps come.
Every morning, when the sun rises and climbs up the hill, the villagers who get up early to work can see a pleasing scene. Under the leadership of Li Zhenren, a group of children are boxing together in front of the bamboo building, which is said to be boxing. In fact, it is just drawing a circle there, but it looks really good from a distance.
Day after day, from spring to summer, Li Zhenren is no different from a villager except his appearance is too elegant, and the income from collecting and selling medicines is given to the elderly and widows in the village. , Let the child trot a few steps to inform, he will definitely appear. Previously, after Guyu transplanted rice seedlings, he could be seen bent over in different fields almost every day. Probably because of his influence, the three villages that used to fight for water grabbing in the past are now much more friendly, with a little more empathy, and fewer people bullying others. Xu Liangxun, the school teacher, always nagged to the elders of the villagers not to delay the real person's practice because of the farm work. During the period, some people said that they saw a tiger descending the mountain with their own eyes, and when Master Li stopped there, the king of the mountain would obediently turn around and run back to the deep mountains and old forests.
At dusk in summer and autumn, when the heat on the mountain faded, Yu Fu and Xu Liang, the school teacher, were sitting in front of the bamboo building to enjoy the shade. Li Yufu sat on a small stool and weaved a bamboo basket with his ten fingers flying like flying.
The child who was already familiar with Li Zhenren squatted beside him with his cheeks on his hands and asked, "Is Wudang Mountain very high?"
Li Yufu stopped the basket weaving and said softly: "You are young, and you have to walk for a long time, so you may feel taller. When you grow up, you will not feel taller."
The child smiled and asked, "Will it snow in Wudang Mountain?"
Li Yufu raised his head and looked at the high mountain opposite, pursed his lips, then nodded and smiled: "Of course, when my master's master once carried my little uncle up the mountain, there was a heavy snowfall. I remember little My uncle told me that the next day when he was called out of bed, he stood on the little lotus peak and looked like big steamed buns, making people greedy."
Yu Fu asked again: "Then can I go to Wudang to have a look?"
Li Yufu didn't speak this time, but just smiled.
Xu Liang is not that pedantic fool, kindly glanced at Yu Fu, patted his head, turned his head to look at Wudang Li Yufu, and said softly: "Since there is fate, why don't you bring him into Taoism? It’s a great thing.”
Li Yufu's eyes were firm and he said: "My generation cultivates Taoism to prove longevity, which is not contrary to human relations and reason. Parents are here, so if you don't travel far, you must travel well."
The old man said with emotion: "Since the real people have said that traveling must be done well, it means that traveling far away is not impossible. As long as the child's parents are settled well and there is no worries about the future, it is already fulfilling filial piety."
Li Yufu smiled warmly: "Wait a little longer, it's okay."
Xu Liang hesitated for a moment, then asked in a deep voice: "Realist Li, there is something that Xu should ask or not?"
Li Yufu nodded and said, "Sir, please tell me."
Xu Liang gritted his teeth and said, "I went to the city on my own initiative to go to the market at the end of the year and asked about the situation of Wudang Mountain. I heard that the current head teacher's surname is Li."
Living here, you can see the mountains when you open the door. Li Yufu said calmly, "It's the trail."
As if struck by lightning, Xu Liang suddenly stood up, his lips trembling, and he was at a loss.
Li Yufu smiled and put down the half-woven basket, stood up and pulled the old teacher back to the bamboo chair, and continued to work.
Xu Liang murmured to himself like mad: "How can there be such a god as you?"
Another year when the peach talisman was exchanged, Li Yufu came to Yu Fu's house to give a bunch of Spring Festival couplets. Yu Fu's father had the cheek to ask Li Zhenren for several Spring Festival couplets, and even the old man's family and several distant relatives were not left behind.
When Master Li was about to turn around and leave, Yu Fu's father blushed, embarrassed, and hesitated to speak. His wife pulled his cuff several times, but this man didn't have the guts to speak.
The man also knows that it is not a thing to be so stiff. I heard that the scholar said that killing people can only be done by nodding the head. Yes. And now that the world is peaceful, people in the mountains are not afraid to have a few more children, and they can afford to raise them. I was wondering if I could ask the real person to accept Yu Fu as an apprentice. In case this kid becomes promising, we The Yu family also followed suit. Daoist Li, the family doesn’t have much money, so they just saved up these things, knowing that Daoist doesn’t want this, but if we can accept Yu Fu, even if we owe money, we will definitely pay it back in the future.”
Li Yufu pushed back the money bag, then took Yu Fu's hand, and bowed deeply to the couple together.
The man who seldom calls his real name by his real name hurriedly shouted, "Yu Fu, don't kowtow to Master yet!"
Li Yufu let go of Yu Fu's hand, took three steps back, and folded his hands on his lower abdomen.
After Yu Fu knelt down, he kowtowed three times.
After Yu Fu kowtowed for the first time, Li Yufu had raised his arms and covered his eyes with his sleeves, but he still couldn't hide the tears on his face.
It snowed heavily in Wudang this year, and the head teacher Li Yufu brought back an apprentice named Yu Fu.
When the young head teacher carried the child up the mountain, the drowsy child held a bunch of bright brown candied haws that he couldn't bear to eat.
After climbing to the top of Wudang, the young Taoist with his apprentice on his back looked from a distance and said with a sob: "Uncle, I'm back to the mountain."