Chapter 7 [004] Superhuman Memory (1)

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The next day, as soon as Yang Zimei heard that her grandmother and mother got up, she also got up, 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 care about the scope of their activities, because adults themselves were very busy.

When she came to the foot of the mountain, it was still early, it was less than six o'clock, and there was no figure of the Taoist priest, so she went up the mountain alone.

The mountain road was silent, entwined with fog, shadowy shadows, cold and cold, insects and birds chirping, and strange and terrifying sounds were heard from time to time.

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

But Yang Zimei is not afraid, she has been a human being for two lifetimes, and she has been displaced in her previous life and has experienced a lot. Now she is not afraid of anything other than the hand that cannot change her destiny.

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

About halfway up the mountain, I saw the cyan figure of the old Taoist priest standing in front of him, holding a whisk, looking at her with his glazed eyes that seemed to interpret the world.

"Master...Father...morning...going...good...I...come...here..."

She was exhausted and out of breath, but she still bowed respectfully to say hello to the Taoist priest.

The old Taoist 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 started going up the mountain. Climbing up, I was very happy.

He was so lucky to have received such a strong-willed disciple at such a young age in his later years. It was really a manifestation of his ancestors.

"Why didn't you wait for Master to pick you up? Aren't you afraid?" The old Taoist priest bent over and pulled her over to ask, but he was surprised when she saw that the place where she had been hit by the clay bodhisattva jade bottle yesterday turned into a drop of cinnabar.

Yang Zimei shook his head, "Don't be afraid, I just want to learn more about Taoism quickly."

She looked at the old Taoist priest with anticipation, and suddenly found that a line of words began to appear on his head gradually, from vague to clear: Li Yuqing, formerly known as Li Junjie, was born in 1880, participated in the 1911 Revolution in 1911, and in 1919 Participated in the May Fourth Movement, participated in the Anti-Japanese War in 1937, and began to learn Taoism in 1945...

Born in 1880?

Doesn't that mean Master Taoist is 112 years old? Judging from his face, he was much younger than his sixty-year-old grandfather, and there was no wrinkle on his face, except for the white hair and beard.

Moreover, looking at his spirit, there is no sign of decay. Is it the result of learning and cultivating?

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

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Seeing her staring at his head, Daoist Yuqing felt a little strange and asked, "Niuniu, what are you looking at?"

"Master, how old are you?"

"I'm 112 years old as a teacher, do you believe it?"

Sure enough, he is 112 years old. It seems that what he sees is true.

Why can I see these myself? Although she didn't see much, it was really strange, and every time she saw it, she felt a little dizzy.

"Master, you look younger than my grandfather. You don't have any wrinkles at all. Are you made of Taoism? Will you be immortal like an immortal as my grandma said?" Yang Zimei raised her face innocently. innocent face asked.

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