Then, a Taoist priest named Li inexplicably lived in the Yu Family Village. He didn't stay with the villagers. There were many green bamboos on the mountain, so he spent half a year building a bamboo house. When he was free, he would weave bamboo baskets and distribute them to the villagers. If a villager gave him rice wine or food, he would return a large basket of winter bamboo shoots. He also patiently helped many children chop bamboo to make flutes and taught them how to play them. The villagers were willing to ask him for help when they had some happy events. If someone got into a small disaster or a small illness, the young Taoist priest would take the initiative to go deep into the mountains to pick herbs. He even acted like a doctor, helping people look, listen, ask questions, and feel the pulse, silently dredging the meridians. Over time, not only the nearby villages, but also the people within a hundred miles knew that the Yu Family Village's ancestral grave was emitting green smoke. It was actually able to let a young immortal stay in the back mountain to cultivate. When Xu Liang was free, he would go to the bamboo house to ask Zhenren Li for advice on cultivation. Yu Fu often went there as well. In the sound of firecrackers, he bid farewell to the old year and exchanged the new peach for the old talisman. Yu Fu's parents, who had always been unable to raise their heads in the village, felt very proud because the Spring Festival couplet hanging on Zhenren Li's bamboo door was written by their son. Since Zhenren Li came and became close to Yu Fu, Yu Fu's parents' voices in the village became louder. Every time a few good-looking girls in the village happened to meet the young Taoist priest on the bluestone path in the village, they would smile and walk slowly with their heads down shyly. When they brushed past each other, they would quietly look back. Some of the women who were already married would definitely not be so reserved. When they were washing clothes with the elegant young man by the stream, they spoke without restraint. Every time they saw the young Taoist priest in a Taoist robe blushing, the women would look at each other and laugh, secretly thinking that he was really a thin-skinned handsome guy. If he returned to the secular world in the future, any woman who could marry him would be a great blessing.
In the blink of an eye, the winter snow melted, and suddenly the spring flowers bloomed. The willows sprouted tender yellow, and the green carp came with the sound of the stream.
Every morning, when the sun rose from the east and climbed up the mountain, the villagers who got up early to farm could see a pleasing scene. Under the leadership of Zhenren Li, a group of children practiced boxing together in front of the bamboo building. Although it was called boxing, it was actually just drawing circles there, but it looked really good from a distance.
Day after day, spring went and summer came. Except for his elegant appearance, Zhenren Li was no different from a villager in other aspects. He gave all the money he got from picking herbs and selling them to a few old widows and widows in the village. As long as there was a busy farm work in the village, he would definitely show up if the children ran a few steps to inform him. Previously, after the guyu rain, he was transplanting rice seedlings. Almost every day, he could be seen bending over in different fields. Unexpectedly, he was self-taught and skilled in transplanting rice seedlings. Probably influenced by him, the three villages that used to fight for water in the past were much more amiable now. They were more considerate and less bullied others. After the private teacher Xu Liang got drunk, he always nagged the elders of the village not to delay Zhenren Li's cultivation because of the farm work. At first, the villagers were a little nervous, but later, when they saw that Zhenren Li was still the same Zhenren Li who would grant any request, they were relieved. During this period, someone said that he saw a tiger go down the mountain with his own eyes. When Zhenren Li stood there, the king of the mountain obediently turned around and ran back to the deep mountains and forests. The ignorant villagers increasingly felt that if there were really immortals in the world, they would be nothing more than this.
At dusk between summer and autumn, the summer heat on the mountain faded. Yu Fu and the private teacher Xu Liang were sitting in front of the bamboo building to enjoy the shade. Li Yufu was sitting on a small stool, weaving a bamboo basket with her fingers.
The child, who was already very familiar with Zhenren Li, squatted next to her and asked, "Is Mount Wudang very high?"
Li Yufu stopped weaving the basket and said softly, "When I was young, I had to walk for a long time. Maybe I thought it was high. When I grew up, I didn't think it was high. "
The child smiled and asked, "Does it snow on Mount Wudang?"
Li Yufu raised her head and looked at the mountain opposite. She pursed her lips, then nodded and said with a smile, "Of course. When my master's master carried my Shishu up the mountain, it snowed heavily. I remember Shishu told me that he was woken up the next day. Standing on the Little Lotus Peak, he looked like a big steamed bun, which made people drool. "
Yu Fu asked again, "Can I go to Wudang to have a look?"
Li Yufu did not speak this time, but just smiled.
Xu Liang was not a pedantic fool. He looked kindly at Yu Fu and touched his head. Then, he turned to look at Li Yufu of Wudang and said softly, "Since it's fate, why don't you bring him to Taoism? This is a great thing for Yu Fu and his family."
Li Yufu said with a firm look, "We cultivate to achieve immortality. We don't violate human relations and don't violate reason. As long as the parents are here, there must be a way to travel. "
The old man sighed and said, "Since Zhenren said that there must be a way to travel, it means that it's not impossible to travel far. As long as the child's parents are settled down and there are no worries, he has done his filial duty."
Li Yufu smiled warmly and said, "There's no harm in waiting."
Xu Liang hesitated for a moment and asked in a deep voice, "Zhenren Li, there's something I don't know if I should ask."
Li Yufu nodded and said, "Please go ahead."
Xu Liang gritted his teeth and said, "I took the opportunity to go to the market at the end of the year and asked about the situation of Wudang Mountain in the city. I heard that the current leader's surname is Li."
Living here, he could see the mountain as soon as he opened the door. Li Yufu said calmly, "It's me."
Xu Liang suddenly stood up as if he had been struck by lightning. His lips trembled and he was at a loss.
Li Yufu smiled and put down the half-woven basket. He stood up and pulled the old tutor back to the bamboo chair, then continued to work.
Xu Liang muttered to himself as if he had lost his mind, "How can there be an immortal like you?"
Another year passed, and Li Yufu came to Yu Fu's house to give him a bunch of Spring Festival couplets. Yu Fu's father shamelessly asked Zhenren Li for several Spring Festival couplets. He didn't leave out any of the couplets from his father-in-law and several distant relatives.
When Zhenren Li was about to turn and leave, Yu Fu's father blushed and felt uneasy. He wanted to say something but hesitated. His wife pulled his cuff several times, but the man didn't have the courage to speak.
The man also knew that it was not a good idea to be so stiff. He had heard that a storyteller once said that killing someone was just a matter of nodding. The man scratched his head and took a bag from his wife. He grinned and said honestly, "Zhenren Li, my wife is pregnant again. Moreover, the world is peaceful now. People in the mountains are not afraid of having more children and can afford to raise them. I was wondering if I could ask Zhenren to accept Yu Fu as your disciple. If this boy becomes successful, our Yu family will also be blessed. Zhenren Li, we don't have much money at home, so we just saved up this money. I know you don't want this, but if you can accept Yu Fu, even if we owe him money, we will definitely pay him back in the future. "
Li Yufu pushed back the bag of money, then took Yu Fu's hand and bowed deeply to the couple.
The man, who rarely called children by their real names, was afraid that Zhenren Li would go back on his word, so he hurriedly shouted, "Yu Fu, kowtow to Master!"
Li Yufu let go of Yu Fu's hand and took three steps back, folding his hands on his lower abdomen.
Yu Fu knelt down and kowtowed three times heavily.
When Yu Fu kowtowed for the first time, Li Yufu had already raised his arm and covered his eyes with his sleeve, but he still couldn't hide the tears on his face.
That year, it snowed heavily in Wudang. Li Yufu, the leader, brought back a disciple named Yu Fu.
When the young leader went up the mountain with the child on his back, the drowsy child held a string of bright red candied haws in his hand.
After reaching the top of Wudang, the young Taoist with his disciple on his back looked into the distance and choked with sobs, "Little Shishu, we're back."
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