In Order to Eat Cornmeal Steamed Buns, I Decided to Enter the World and Practice Spiritual Practice.

In 1865, there was a severe drought in Shandong. Six-year-old Lin Shitou had been hungry for three days and his stomach had stopped growling. He lay down in the crevices of the river bed and chewed grass roots. The grass juice was bitter, but he wrapped it in it anyway - it was better to have a taste in his mouth than to hold air in his mouth. That day, my mother took out a cloth bag from her arms and opened it layer by layer. Inside were three cornmeal steamed buns. "Eat one. Take the remaining two with you to the mountain." Go up the mountain. A Taoist priest came to the village entrance and said that Wudang Mountain provides food and clothing. There is no charge, the condition is that the child must volunteer. Lin Shitou ate the first steamed bun and stuffed the second and third ones into his arms. He didn't know when he changed his name to "Lin Wuwei", or why his master gave him this name. It took many years for him to figure it out—— "Wuwei" means to let nature take its course and not act rashly. But the world is not going well.