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After being diagnosed with anxiety disorder, Li made a decision: resign, go to Wudang Hill and experience monk life.

He was an editor of an academic publishing house and often worked late. During the day, when the chests were drenched, when the night was awakening, insomnia, and day after day, he began to feel, “It all kept me from the hope of life”.

Li from the mountains

In Li's view, Dodge is far from the dust. The clouds and clouds, the lights and the yellow rolls are naturally insulated from the pressures of the KPI, overtime etc.

But when it came to Wudang Mountain, the young man found out that it was also a place to play cards, to be on duty and even to write a year-end summary.

After living on the mountain for eight months, Li had chosen to go down the mountain and had written the experience as " Resigning to the Mountain " , which had recently been published.

Lee Bao wrote "Leave to the Mountain" recently published.

One.

Before going to Wudang Hill, friends described the volunteer life in the Dojo to Lee: “Everyday after cleaning the ground and feeding the cat, the chief blows the flute and looks at the clouds and the hair.”

Friends also say a very good word: “No one can sweep tomorrow's land in advance today.”

Wudang Mountain View Gate

Lee's in love. He imagines the life of the mountains: hidden in the ancient ways of the mountains of the unknown, where the chiefs practice swords and play the piano under trees, or three or five people gather together to make tea and play chess, ungenerous and free.

In order to stay completely away from the original life, Li Bao has even concealed his education, professional and professional skills.

The volunteer recruitment announcement issued by the Wudang Shan Twilight Palace reads: ...the new media operation and the development of writings are given priority.

Li Bao thought, “Why did you have to say it naked if you had to worry every day about the rising powder of the public?”

In the end, Li was assigned to Taihua Palace, mainly to clean the land and maintain order around the golden house on the top of the hill.

Ice-freezing.

On the first day of his appointment, he said, "Here, you can see the world's behavior."

Lee broke in later and found out that this was a big word. For example, he's in charge of cleaning, and there's nothing he can do about a tourist who throws trash.

When the weather is good, tourists climb and eat at the edge of the mountain, with fruit peels, bags and bottles of drinks falling on the road. It's hard to clean up, turn around, and new garbage comes up.

When wildcats come out in the sun, the enthusiasm of tourists rises. Orange peels, yolk pies, Wang Chai's buns... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

When the weather is bad, work becomes more difficult. And the wind on the top of the mountain, level eight, blew the plastic bag everywhere, and he was found in the mountains. In the winter, the garbage is frozen in the ice, and it's a little bit of a knock to clean up. There are also people who throw garbage from the top of the hill and hang it between the trees and the rocks, and Li and other shopkeepers have to flip the fence, risking their lives and hooking it with long bamboo poles.

On New Year's Eve, the Golden Top Road.

Sometimes he even had to clean up behind the butts of tourists who were climbing.

Li is angry. He did not understand why some tourists went to the trash can, but still threw the garbage.

For a long time, he found out that garbage was only part of the problem.

Those who go to the house to find the bricks under the roof because they listened to the traveler's propaganda and had to draw a small knife and test the colours; those who go down and circle around the golden house and put the earth in a cup of warmth, and shake it down, completely disregarding Li's advice that “the possibility of drinking is the cement that we put on the last time”; and those who break the tree weeds, stir the wind, and “water” everywhere.

"It's like the sun is full of gold." Lee Bark called these ridiculous tourists "Five Demons".

Lee's shooting sunset.

There's more confusing behavior - stealing ashes.

For people of religious faith, ash is a token. The masters also customarily provide ash to those who need it, and the aristocrats put some money in the box or brought some tributes. If you don't have the money, you'll be fine with the statues.

But someone sneaks a hand out of the incense while they're not ready. This leaves Lee incomprehensible: “People who have no faith probably won't go so hard to steal an ash; but if you say you have faith, he dares to steal it under the eye of a fairy.”

Yeah.

Li is often in a state of shock in the face of the unending “gods” of tourists. He has a very, very real son of a book, who believes that everyone should follow order and rules, do what is “right” and make it what it is.

The leaders of the “wartimes” seem very calm. They persuaded Li to avoid clashes with tourists. The reason for this is realistic: because they can complain. As long as they are complained to by tourists, they often become vulnerable parties.

A man with good words and zeal suffered the wrongs he had been accused of. On one occasion, he saw a little friend climbing up the fence in the Golden House, reaching out to grab the coin in it, and he said, "Don't climb the fence, don't throw the coin."

It was not expected that the mother of the child would be angry at the scene, finding that the chief was denigrating the child “stealing” coins, claiming that such accusations would cast a psychological shadow on the child, and finally complaining to the district administration.

After the snow.

So much so that the masters learned a different way of doing things: "You let him fight, and then he'll be happy: how can a man who has nothing to do with it burn the incense?"

In the view of the Governor, people come to see the smell of burning, often because of the difficulties they encounter in their lives, the frustrations in their hearts, the burning of the incense in front of the statues, the stomping of their heads, the bitterness of their complaints and the pain of their cries.

At this level, it seems reasonable that the eccentric acts take place in the landscape. After all, scientific reason and spiritual belief are two different systems.

So in Wudang Hill, Li Bao often sees scenes full of contradictions.

It's snowy.

Some of the spices are very religious and carry the statues all the way up the mountain, beating the drums and holding legal events. Subsequently, he shouted and shouted, and left behind the garbage.

I'm impressed by Lee, and there's a middle-aged woman with ashes. On that day, after running around the Golden House, she began to spread some white powder on the ground. "I'm saving life!"

On another occasion, a spice came to Lee Barone and asked him to “strike himself” in order to “take up” and, “A shoulder pain, you hit me, and use your magic to cure me”.

Lee couldn't stop crying, even refused. After that he specifically asked the dean: what should we do in this case?

He said, "Just hold on to her."

Looking at Lee's face, he said, "If he finds you, it's fate. Tell her, if she's not comfortable, let her come to us."

After a long period of time, Li became aware that most of the spices had come to the top of the mountain to pray for good for a variety of purposes. Behind these seemingly irrational acts are their confusion and struggle in the face of life's difficulties and unknowns, “it may not always be important to right or wrong, but the question is what it means to whom, after all, living is the primary concern of the people”.

It may not be true to get a pack of fragrances, or to draw a good one, or to be “hold on”, but Li has understood that, at least at that moment, he can go home and continue to face the daily trifle of a chicken hair, “to try to live on — probably that is the normal way of life”.

Three.

In fact, Li had tried another “runaway” before he went to Wudang Hill. After his resignation, he opened a commissary.

At that time, he had a near-romantic imagination: the so-called “hidden city” was nothing but “a meal, a drink, an alley”. But when he did, he found that life was far less poetic.

Lee's shop.

When the publisher was an editor, Li Bao felt that he was “living in the vanity of culture”. But when he opened the commissary, he began to weigh the profit of one or two of the decimal points. It also addresses delicate neighbourhood relations and various frictions in public space.

Then he came to Mount Wudang. However, life in the world of view is also not as comfortable as it might be.

Every morning at 6:00 a.m., you get up at 5:50. Washing, cooking, breakfast, until 7:00. They then went to the temples where they were assigned to each other, where candles, tea and cleaning were prepared for a day of hospitality. The workers began cleaning up the roads, squares and toilets.

It's a volunteer dorm.

There is also a long way to go for "poetry and distance" in volunteer dormitories. Three men in one, yellow walls, leaking doors and windows. In the coldest winter, socks hanging by the bed are frozen. Sitting in the house, Li broke into the house, often freezing his teeth and fighting.

More importantly, the masters are required to work every day, check and check, and not even take a double break, all of them having to take a six break.

After climbing the mountain, Li became aware of the fact that it was no easier to practise than in secular life. At the same time, because of the distance from modern cities, it is necessary to rely on everyone ' s labour to keep it running, and to pick up water, sweep the floor, cook, repair and treat the aroma, everything needs to be done.

Frozen clothes.

But what surprised Li is that the masters seem to be able to maintain a near-natural laxity.

In winter, they often go out after dinner to shovel snow. On a number of occasions, while working, the jaw was suddenly broken. It was felt that it would be inappropriate to work today, and then throw away the tools and go home and have tea.

And Li Bao has been very anxious about his health problems: "What if he gets sick in the mountains? What if we can't get a doctor down the hill?"

“There will always be a way. If there are extremes, then die in the mountains." He was happy to tell him, "It's only the flesh that dies, and the Gods don't disperse. It's like you changed the room, but you're still you."

Li Bao will never learn to be such a fool. But his days in Wudang Mountain also allowed him to rethink life in the mountains:

"One day I suddenly felt that I had to be the highest mountain. Mount Wudang is 800 miles long, and which one is the highest? Every mountain valley has been here in silence for centuries, with trees and weeds on it, birds and beasts passing between them, and the ridges when the fog rises, when the clouds are present, until the fog is scattered, the heat comes, the mountains or the mountains are not changed.”

Lee's looking at the mountains.

After coming down from Wudang Hill, Li entered a new life course. For example, 18 years later, back to the baccalaureate. The anthropologist decided to study medicine.

This idea also stems, to some extent, from the influence of the elders on him. On Mount Wudang, he saw some masters with knowledge of herbal medicine, not only to cope with day-to-day diseases, but also to balance the upbringing.

He hoped to learn more about the nature of life through medical studies and that there would be more direct means to relieve physical and mental suffering.

"I don't know what the ultimate meaning of life is." Li Bao, who went up and down the hill, now feels that perhaps the meaning of “means” is a process of construction, “Sicifus is doomed to failure, but what about success?”

(Bookshots from the New Classic Culture, the rest from Libun)

Red Star Reporter Mao Sugawa, grand editor, Su-jung.