Time to write. In the evening, he wrote about a plot that he had been longing for for a long time. He had thought about it since the old Headmaster carried Hong Xixiang to Wudang on a snowy night. Li Yufu brought back a child who had just enlightened his orifices. This was like a circle.
# # # 94 Wudang Peach Charm
There were many hills in Jiangnan. There were different sounds ten miles away and different customs a hundred miles away. There were less than a hundred families in Yu Village. The simple yellow mud houses were built on the mountainside. There was a mountain behind them and a mountain in front of them. The river flowed at the foot of the mountain. Yu Village was sandwiched between two villages. Yu Village had never produced any talents. They didn't even have a scholar or a scholar, let alone a powerful official. They had always been bullied by the other two villages. Every summer, they would be bullied. They only dared to secretly dig up the small dam used by the neighboring villages to cut off the water and pour it into their own fields. There was a local custom of dancing with a bamboo horse. Yu Village was so shabby that those who rode bamboo horses to beg for money were not willing to enter the village. Every time, the children in the village could only follow behind and risk being bullied to go to the neighboring villages to watch the fun. There were very few people in Yu Village who didn't have the surname Yu. This was because if a man wanted to marry a wife, he could only look for a wife in his own village. It was called keeping the goodies within the family, unlike the two neighboring villages, where every year, there would be wives from other villages marrying into the village. The parents of the mentally retarded San Yako were both surnamed Yu. The in-laws lived at the head of the village and the end of the village. They ate and walked, but they didn't even finish half a bowl of rice before they reached the door. San Yako looked delicate. In the local dialect, he drank too much bewitching soup when he was reincarnated and couldn't be enlightened in this life. His parents took him dozens of miles away to a famous witch to summon his soul, but they couldn't get his soul back from the King of Hell.
However, which village didn't have one or two fools? The child's parents had already accepted their fate. In the future, they would spend more money and casually find a woman to marry. Even if they didn't, they would still be able to continue the family line. However, the people of the Yu Family Village had been clicking their tongues in amazement during this period of time. They didn't know why San Yako had suddenly become enlightened. In the past, he only knew how to smile and drool non-stop when he met people. Now, he was actually clean and even knew to greet the elders of the village based on his seniority. Only the Song Village next door, which was relatively wealthy, had a thatched cottage and a village school. It did not belong to the Song Village's ancestral school, so it was willing to accept the children of other surnames. Every day when he returned to the village, he would scribble scribbles on the ground. Only later did the villagers realize that the scribbles were indeed words from books. That private tutor, who may or may not have achieved scholarly honors, settled down in the village twenty years ago and never left. The amount of lessons he taught was only "three hundred thousand", the three basic axes of enlightenment. It was not rare, and he had never said anything shocking. He was probably just a rotten scholar with a rough understanding of literature. Furthermore, his accent was thick, making it difficult for the children entering the village to get used to it. For some unknown reason, the sixty-year-old private tutor had taken a liking to Sanyako. Not only did he purposely place a small wooden stool outside the window, in his spare time, he also intentionally or unintentionally taught the child the etiquette of entering a Confucian school. Since he did not ask Yu Fu's parents for a monetary gift, he also did not have the child kowtow to enter the school.
At the entrance of Song Village, there was an old locust tree with an empty belly. The old locust tree had been leaning against a rock and water for who knows how many hundreds of years. In any case, the Song family's genealogy could be traced back four hundred years. The Song family's ancestor was still not as old as the locust tree. A young Taoist carrying a peach wood sword and a cotton bag walked on the crooked muddy road. He stood under the old locust tree and looked out. Suddenly, he saw the three villages in a row. In the winter, the stream was sluggish. Many things were revealed. A Taoist with an elegant temperament rarely seen in the countryside walked along the small path created by people all year round and squatted by the stream. He scooped up a handful of cool stream water and gently washed his face. He heard the sound of chickens and dogs barking. With a face full of smiles, he stood up. A few village children of different ages squatted on the bank. The braver ones asked him if he was an immortal who could catch demons and drive away ghosts. The Taoist in plain robes smiled warmly and shook his head. The disappointed children immediately scattered like birds and beasts. The Taoist walked into the village. In front of the house, there were many old people carrying bamboo baskets embedded with iron sheets and charcoal for heating. They lazily sat on tree stumps and basked in the sun. When they met a rare Taoist, there was some simple curiosity and respect in their eyes. They did not know how to greet him and were afraid of offending him, so they just greeted him with a smile. The young Taoist with clear eyes was born with a kind face and did not deliberately return the greeting. He walked and stopped in the village and followed the sound of reading until he reached the front of the village school. He saw Yu Fu sitting on a small bench under the window and shaking his head. His back was small and thin, and he seemed to have forgotten himself. The young Taoist stopped and looked away. He quietly shook his clothes and horsetail whisk. Only then did he walk forward and stand beside Yu Fu to listen to the sounds together. After the old pedant set the reading time, he did not sit upright. Instead, he stood by the window on the other side of Yu Fu, one hand behind his back and the other holding a book. He nodded from time to time. When the children finished reciting the book, the old pedant was about to speak when he inadvertently saw the Taoist outside the window. He was surprised and quickly walked out of the simple and crude hut. The young Taoist bowed and said, "I am Li Yufu. I used to cultivate on Mount Wudang."
The old pedant who received the greeting was flattered and said, "So it is the Taoist Master who cultivated on Mount Wudang. I am Xu Liang. I am ashamed to be a teacher. If there is anything wrong with my teaching, I hope Taoist Master will not be stingy with your advice. "
The young Taoist shook his head and said with a smile, "Mr. Xu is too serious. I have traveled around this time. Before I return to the mountain, I will be bold enough to look for an opportunity. In the future, there may be many disturbances. "
Xu Liang, who had always been rigid and strict in front of children, laughed and said, "Taoist Master is too polite, too polite."
Nowadays, there was almost no limit to the venerated Taoist Master Huang in the imperial court. As long as it was not a wandering Taoist who wore a Taoist robe and deliberately cheated the money of foolish people, the imperial court was very respectful to the recorded Taoist Masters. There were many Taoist temples in the world, and the two celestial mountains of Mount Longhu and Mount Wudang were the leaders. In the eyes of the villagers, as long as it was a Taoist Master who came out of these two blessed places, regardless of age, he was a Taoist Master. If this Taoist Master who called himself Li Yufu was not too young, Xu Liang, who did have some knowledge in his stomach, would have respectfully called him an immortal. As for the battle of the ancestral court and the ascension of the immortals, these villages did not care. Even if they heard about it, they could only be speechless. After the delicate Yu Fu stood up from the bench, he did not leave. He listened quietly at the side. Xu Liang glanced at the child, who he thought had Spiritual Qi, and said with a half-genuine half-fake smile, "Since Taoist Master has come to look for an opportunity, take a look at this child. His surname is Yu and his name is Fu. His surname and name are ordinary, but when they are stacked together, they are not vulgar. Yu Fu, Yu Fu, the accumulation of good fortune for the rest of one's life. What a good name. When I was young, I also learned some facial features. Although I don't think he is rich, I feel happy from the bottom of my heart. Taoist Master Li, why don't you open your Third Eye? "
Li Yufu squatted down and stared at Yu Fu, who was not afraid to look at him, and said softly, "I don't dare to talk nonsense."
The old man, who did not hear the praise, was a little regretful. However, after experiencing the wind and rain, he knew that many blessings could not be forced. Otherwise, he would not be willing to be a poor teacher in this village.
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