Chapter 7

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the next day, as soon as Yang Zimei heard that her grandmother and her mother were getting up, she also got up and was ready to go up the mountain to find the Taoist priest.

In the 1990s, rural children were very independent. As long as they could walk and eat, they would not be in charge of their activities, because the adults themselves were too busy.

At the foot of the mountain, it was still early, before six o'clock, there was no Taoist priest. So she went up the mountain alone.

The mountain road is quiet, misty, shadowy, cold and cold, with insects and birds chirping, and from time to time strange and terrifying sounds are heard.

If it's an ordinary five-year-old girl, it's strange not to be scared to death.

But Yang Zimei is not afraid. She has been a human for two generations, and she has experienced a lot of displacement in the previous life. Now, she is not afraid of the hand that can not change her fate.

It's just that her legs are too short and too small, and her physical fitness is not good. It's really difficult to climb the mountain road.

About halfway up the mountain, I saw the blue figure of the Taoist priest standing in front of her. He was holding the dust and looking at her with his pair of glass eyes which seemed to be the interpretation of the world.

"Teacher Father Good morning On Ok I Come on It is... "

She was so tired that she was out of breath, but she still bowed respectfully to the Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest was moved slightly.

Just now, he wanted to go down the mountain to meet her, but he saw that her little figure had appeared at the foot of the mountain early, and began to climb up the mountain. He stood still and watched her step by step with her legs, hands and feet. He was very happy.

He was really lucky to receive such a strong willed disciple at a young age in his old age. It was really a manifestation of his grandfather.

"Why don't you wait for the master to come down and pick you up? Are you not afraid? " The old Taoist priest bent over and pulled her to ask, but he saw that the place where she was hit by the jade bottle of the clay Bodhisattva yesterday turned into a drop of cinnabar. He was surprised for a while.

Yang Zimei shook his head. "I'm not afraid. I just want to learn a little bit more Taoism quickly."

She looked at the old Taoist priest with full expectation. Suddenly, a line of words appeared on his head: Li Yuqing, formerly known as Li Junjie, was born in 1880, took part in the 1911 Revolution, took part in the May Fourth Movement in 1919, participated in the Anti Japanese war in 1937, and began to learn Taoism in 1945

Born in 1880?

Does that mean that the 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 that his hair and beard are all white.

What's more, judging from his spirit, Qi and spirit, he doesn't have any sense of decay. Did he learn Tao and practice?

Thinking of this, she was more determined to learn from him.

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seeing her staring at her head, Taoist priest Yuqing was a little strange and asked, "Niuniu, what are you looking at?"

"Master, how old are you?"

"I'm 112 years old. Do you believe it?"

As expected, he was 112 years old. It seems that what he saw was true.

Why can you see this? Although not much, but also really strange, and every time after watching, she is a little dizzy.

"Master, you look younger than my grandfather. You don't have any wrinkles. Are you a monk? Will you live as immortality as my grandmother said Yang Zimei raised a naive and innocent face.

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