Returning to Old Mountains and Rivers at Night

When I was six years old, I was selected by a Taoist master. My grandfather wiped his tears and said, "Son, learn some skills, don't be trapped in the mountains all your life like us." Every day before dawn, I climbed three mountain ridges to go to the Taoist temple to do horse walking and practice boxing. The master always said: "There is something in your bones." Until that rainy night, when I was carrying firewood down the mountain, I saw a few dark figures kneeling in front of my grandfather's door. The names they shouted made me suddenly understand the meaning of the master's words. ---