The next day, when Yang Zimei heard that her grandma and mother were getting up, she got up too and prepared 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 the scope of their activities, because the adults themselves were too busy.
When she arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was still early, not yet six o'clock, and there was no sign of the Taoist priest, so she went up the mountain alone.
The mountain road is silent, wrapped in mist, shadowy, cold, insects chirping, birds chirping, and weird and terrifying sounds coming from time to time.
It would be strange for an ordinary five-year-old girl not to be scared to death.
But Yang Zimei is not afraid. She has already lived two lives, and she was displaced in her last life and experienced a lot. Now she is not afraid of anything except the hand that cannot change her fate.
It's just that her legs are too short and small, and her physical fitness is not good, so it is really difficult to climb this mountain road.
About halfway up the mountain, she saw the old Taoist priest's figure in green standing in front of him, holding a fly whisk and looking at her with his glazed eyes that seemed to penetrate the world.
She was so tired that she was out of breath, but she still bowed to the Taoist Master respectfully and said hello.
The old Taoist priest was slightly moved.
Just now, he originally wanted to go down the mountain to pick her up, but he saw her little figure appearing at the foot of the mountain early and starting to go up the mountain. He just stood here without moving, watching her move her calves, even using her hands and feet step by step.
He climbed up from the ground, feeling extremely happy.
He was so lucky to receive such a strong-willed disciple at a young age in his later years. It was truly a manifestation of his master's spirit.
"Why didn't you wait for Master to go down to pick you up? Aren't you afraid?" The old Taoist priest bent over and pulled her over to ask. He was surprised when he saw that the spot where she was hit by the Jade Bodhisattva Jade Bottle yesterday turned into a drop of cinnabar.
Yang Zimei shook his head, "I'm not afraid, I just want to learn more about Taoism quickly."
She looked at the old Taoist priest expectantly, and suddenly, she found that a line of words began to appear on his head gradually from blurry to clear: Li Yuqing, formerly known as Li Junjie, was born in 1880, participated in the Revolution of 1911 in 1911, and
Participated in the May 4th Movement, participated in the Anti-Japanese War in 1937, and began to study Taoism in 1945...
Born in 1880?
Doesn't that mean that Master Taoist Master is 112 years old? Looking at his face, he is much younger than his 60-year-old grandfather. There are no wrinkles on his face, except for his hair and beard, which are completely white.
Moreover, looking at his energy and spirit, there is no sign of decline. Is it because of learning Taoism?
Thinking of this, she became even more determined to learn from him.
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Seeing her staring at the top of her head in trance, Taoist Priest Yuqing felt a little strange and asked: "Niuniu, what are you looking at?"
"Master, how old are you?"
"My teacher is 112 years old, do you believe it?"
Sure enough, he is 112 years old. It seems that what he saw is true.
Why could she see this? Although she didn't see much, it was really strange, and every time she saw it, she felt slightly dizzy.
"Master, you look younger than my grandfather. You don't have any wrinkles at all. Did you become a monk? Will you be as immortal as a god, as my grandma said?" Yang Zimei raised an innocent look on his face.