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In April 1984, I visited the venerable Huangtao, one of the eminent masters of the Quanzhen school of Daoism from the south. I had read so many ancient texts, I had put so much hope and passion into following Master Huangtao’s teaching. I had a letter of recommendation with me, I suffered a whole day of shaking on a rickety bus, I climbed the mountain. I discovered a simple and modest man who seemed to blend
in with the crowd. A prominent Qigong Master, Yan Yin, had come from Beijing to visit Master Huangtao. They drank a light tea, visited the Daoist temple together and then took a walk in …