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Tien Shan Chi Kung
After doing this Chi Kung for awhile you will feel a sense of buoyancy, energy,
and vigor. Others can sense this and are often attracted to this energy without
knowing why.
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Taoist Immortal Li Ching Yuen, Chi Kung Master and Herbalist. Photo taken at 249 years old.
The amazing story of master Li Ching-Yuen
Li Ching-Yuen was born in 1678 A.D. (Ching Kang Shi 17th Year) in Chyi Jiang Hsien,
Szechuan province, during the seventeenth year of the Manchu Emperor Kang Shi's Reign.
He left home at an early age and traveled around southern China with a group of
itinerant herb traders, from whom he learned the basics of herbalism.
Later he immigrated to Kai Hsien, Chen's family field (Chen Jia Charng). Lee had
the good fortune to meet several highly accomplished Taoist masters, who taught him
internal alchemy and chi kung and showed him how to utilize diet and herbal supplements
for health and longevity. Master Li was not a celibate. Over the course of his long
life he married 14 times, and by the time of his death in 1930, he counted almost 200
living descendants within his extended family.
When he was 71 years old (1749 A.D., Chyan Long 14th Year), he joined the army of
provincial Commander-in-Chief Yeuh Jong Chyi.
Li was a herbalist and skilled in Chi Kung, and spent much of his life in the
mountain ranges. In 1927 General Yang Sen invited Li to his residence in Wann Hsien,
Szechuan province, where a picture was taken of him. He died in 1928 A.D. at the age
of 250 years, the year after he returned from this trip.
After he died, General Yang investigated Li's background to determine the truth
of his story, and later wrote a report about him entitled: "A Factual Account
of the 250 Year-Old Good-Luck Man" (Er Bae Wuu Shyr Suey Ren Ruey Shyr Jih),
which was published by the Chinese and Foreign Literature Storehouse (Jong Wai
Wen Kuh), Taipei, Taiwan.
Modern scholars confirmed his identity, traced his life all the way back to the
year of his birth, and conclusively verified his lifespan. Master Lee's life
demonstrates how well Taoist longevity techniques work when properly practiced.
Master Lee continued to take long hikes in the mountains until the final years
of his life; he remained sexually active for over two centuries, never became
senile and died with all of his own teeth and most of his hair.
From one of his grand students:
Da Liu has a remarkable tale about his teacher, Li Ch'ing Yuen, who was born
in 1678 in China. He married fourteen times, had 180 direct descendants spanning
eleven generations, and lived to be 250 years old, according to Da Liu. Three
years before his death in 1930, a Chinese General met Li Ch'ing Yuen and later
described his physical appearance: He has good eyesight and a brisk stride; Li
stands seven feet tall, has very long fingernails, and a ruddy complexion. Many
of Li's disciples were over 100 years old. What was the secret to his longevity?
When he was 130 years old, he encountered a very old man in the mountains. This
man claimed to be 500 years old and attributed his longevity to having practiced
a set of exercises similar to Tai Chi Ch'uan. Called Ba-Kua, they included specific
sounds, breathing instructions, dietary, and herbal recommendations. The mountain
hermit taught these to Li Ch'ing Yuen and he taught them to Da Liu.
From a couple of my friends
The psychic:
Wow, powerful little buzzard that one! Don't you think? Hard life, can't
imagine why he would have wished to extend it so?? Much distinguishment, love
and laughter in the last half though...once people figured out he had the right
idea. Extraodinary PEACE! Geez, if I could be so graced! Wonderful!
The writer:
His eyes melted into their sockets, half closed by the sun. To feel them on me,
was sharp, like daggers cutting into my school-boy frame. There was much behind
those eyes, a lifetime of knowledge, many stories left untold. He remained calm
and calculating, not saying much. His eyes directed me to his intentions. An
old man, his hair was thin and shined like silver thread. Wrinkled from the
sun, the lines on his face were many, but he wore them like badges of wisdom.
We walked toward the sea, fishing poles in hands, when straight from the tales
of old fishermens lore, it appeared, hanging over the water, the ever elusive
mackerel sky. Floating patches of billowy brilliance, topped off with the suns
golden hue, reflecting off the water to create an illumination between heaven
and sea. A smile of confidence grew on the old mans face. His gait became
larger as he began to hurry his steps. He took on child like qualities as his
excitement grew larger than mine. The last time he had seen a sky like this, he
was only a school-boy himself.
He had waited a lifetime to see it again.
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