light, short, scattered

Chapter 57 "Tai Chi Too Urgent" Part [-]

When it was first built in the Ming Dynasty, it was in chaos.

In these troubled times, everyone is in danger.

The cry attracted the attention of an old man working at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

He walked slowly forward and found a cloth bag. The old man slowly opened the cloth bag.

When I looked closely, I realized it was a boy. I looked around but there was no one there.

Looking through the bag that wrapped the child, he found that there was not even a souvenir.

After taking a look at Wudang Mountain not far away, the old man sighed and picked up the child.

He picked up the child and walked slowly towards Wudang Mountain.

In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, Taoist priests guard the gate in twos and threes.

The old man went up to him and told him.

A master in the courtyard happened to be inspecting the mountain gate and walked up with his big disciple.

"This child was found at the foot of your Wudang Mountains, helpless and helpless. I feel that I am destined to you, can you accept this child?" the old man said.

"Our Wudang is full of people now. We really can't accept this kid." The master on the side shook his head and said.

"My master said I won't accept it, so you can leave." The big man said after the master.

"Mingtai, you can't say that. There are many reasons for not accepting it. You must not be rude." The master patted the big man on the shoulder and said.

The big man lowered his head and took a few steps back without saying anything.

"Can't you be accommodating? I picked him up at the foot of this mountain. If you don't accept it, I, an old man who works in the fields, can't afford to raise this baby." The old man said with the baby in his arms.

The master took a few steps forward, put his hand on the old man's shoulder and said: "Our Wudang has so many people who want to come in every year. You can't just pick up an orphan and say that you are destined to us."

"But what should we do?" the old man said with a hand holding the child and scratching his head.

"Let's do this, you take him down and raise him first. When he is seven years old, let him go to my Wudang Mountain. If his qualifications are good, how about we keep him here to be a little Taoist priest?" said the master.

"Raise until seven years old? How can I have this food?" the old man said.

"You throw a child to us, and we don't have anyone to set aside to raise him. If he is seven years old, bring him up. Just say it like this, okay?" The master said, turning the old man around and facing outside the mountain gate.

The old man glanced at the child's face, then looked at the master and said, "Seven years old, can you break your promise?"

The master nodded his head: "I swear by my Taoism that if he is seven years old and has no disease or disaster, he will be admitted."

The old man went down the mountain with his child in his arms and returned to Chenjia Village with a sad look on his face.

"Master, why don't we accept that child?" the big man said.

"We, Wudang, are not a charity. How can we raise so many children? If you take in the first one, there will be second and third ones one after another. Now that the war is in chaos, should we divide your food? Or should we divide it? Please give me some food to these children." The master said, holding his long beard.

The big man nodded his head and said oh.

Seeing that the big man seemed unconvinced, the master took a few steps forward and said, "Besides, what if he is a fool? Won't raising him be in vain? Aren't you a lesson learned from the past?"

The big man nodded his head, was stunned for half a second, then shook his head and said, "Master, you scolded me again."

"In the eyes of your master, you don't know how useless my master is. Our Wudang is not a real martial artist, but you are a big man but have no brains. Did I say that you were wrong? Why don't you give up? Did the master say that?" Master said.

"Master is right, but if Master knows this, will he blame us? And won't this child still join our Wudang in seven years?" The big man said again.

"It's a long road. Do you think it's easy to get through seven years? And will this child still choose to go up the mountain when he is seven years old? Just take it one step at a time, or do you have a better way?" The master finished. Went inside.

The big man thought about it for a moment, and then followed the master who was watching him walking away.

The old man took the child back to Chenjia Village and handed it directly to the village chief to explain the situation.

The village chief thought for a whole night, looking for several families who had just given birth to a baby and taking turns to take care of him.

They also asked a gentleman from the village who had gone to private school to give the orphan a good name.

The husband thought for a moment and said that the child's life is short when he is born, and he has no father or mother.

Giving people names is like changing people's names.

A short life should be a long life, Chen Jiaer in Chenjia Village.

With a few strokes of pen on the white paper, he pointed at the child and said, "Let's call him Chen Changsheng."

The village chief nodded quickly and gave Changsheng another nickname: Goudan.The nickname was easy to cultivate, so people in the village gradually forgot that Chang Sheng's real name was Qi Goudan.

Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.

The old man went to the village chief and talked about some things in the village.

The village chief lamented that in recent years, the imperial court had increased levies and the bandits nearby were becoming more and more rampant.

Then he said that the dog’s eggs were getting bigger and bigger.

He also became more and more naughty and willful, and often got into fights with other children in the village.

There was nothing the village could teach him. If he wanted Goudan to become a farmer or hunter, he would still have to wait six to eight years.

But this child is starting to grow and needs to eat meat, and his appetite is getting bigger and bigger.

Why not try your luck in Wudang? We really can't afford it here.

The old man and the village chief found Goudan, and the village chief prepared some food and clothing.

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"Do I have to go to Wudang Mountain to become a Taoist priest?" Goudan said.

"What's wrong with being a Taoist priest? Wudang has real martial arts." The village chief said with a smile.

"Then I'll go down the mountain after I learn martial arts, and I'll come back again." Goudan said.

"Go, learn martial arts and come back." The village chief continued to smile.

Goudan nodded, and the old man took the cloth bag from the village chief and took Goudan up to Wudang Mountain.

Almost without any obstacles, we arrived at the gate of Wudang Mountain.

The person who received him was no longer the same person that the old man saw back then, but the excuse was still the same as before.

"I, the Wudang disciple, come here according to the rules. You said that we have a master here who said that he will accept your child in seven years. Then you should tell me the name of the master." The gatekeeper disciple said.

"But it's what your master promised seven years ago. He didn't tell me his name. But there is a disciple beside him who is very tall. Most people can't grow as tall as him. My head is here." The old man raised his hands high. He raised it above his head and said.

"Gao? Are you talking about Master Mingtai?" the gatekeeper disciple said thoughtfully.

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I remember his master called him Mingtai. I remembered that he was in your position at the time. If you ask him to come out, I believe he will not forget it."

The gatekeeper disciple greeted the other gatekeeper disciple next to him and then entered the mountain gate.

"Uncle Mingtai, someone is looking for you outside." The gatekeeper disciple said.

The big man opened the door and said, "Looking for me? Who would come looking for me?"

"An old man brought a child and said that seven years ago you promised him that the child could come to worship at the gate when he was seven years old." The gatekeeper disciple said.

The big man thought about it and patted his head and said: "This is indeed the case, and my master agreed to it."

"Uncle Mingtai, your master? Hasn't he already returned to secular life? What should we do with the things he promised?" said the gatekeeper disciple.

"My master is now one hundred and two years old, and his body is strong and strong. He is still firmly in the position of master. My master is so disheartened that he has returned to the world. I can only accept what he promised. Come on. Let me go and take a look with you." The big man closed the door and followed the gatekeeper out.

For a long time, in front of the mountain gate.

The big man looked at the old man and was stunned.

"Master, your master promised me seven years ago. I can take him into your Wudang at the age of seven. Does that count?" the old man said.

The big man glanced at Goudan and said, "Is this the baby from back then?"

The old man nodded and said, "Your master made an appointment with me back then. You can't go back on this."

The gatekeeper disciple said to the big man: "Uncle Mingtai, what should we do about this?"

The big man touched the back of his head and said: "My master has returned to secular life, and it is indeed what he promised. How about the child stay here first, and I will ask the master."

The old man glanced at Goudan and said, "Good boy Goudan, follow the masters in. Come out after learning martial arts, do you hear me?"

Goudan nodded, and the big man patted Goudan's head and said, "Kid, come with me."

The gatekeeper disciple continued to guard the door, and the big man pulled Goudan into the mountain gate.

The old man looked at the gate of Wudang Mountain and sighed, turned around and went down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)