was calm as he sat cross-legged with palms resting gently on top of
This old man was known
to the town's people as "The old man selling tea at the old temple."
He dressed in dark blue cotton clothing. He wore loosely fitted trousers
with the pant legs tied firmly around his ankles. He wore brown socks
with black slippers. His loosely fitted jacket had a straight row of cloth
loops around cloth buttons (what the modern age calls "Frog Buttons")
up to his neck. He demeanor was calm as he sat cross-legged with palms
resting gently on top of his knees. He sat behind a dilapidated make-shift
wooden stand, very much worn by the weather. On top of the stand were
many varieties of dried tea leaves in dark and light-colored bamboo woven
baskets, which filled the summer breeze with a variety of fragrant aromas.
As the sheriff questioned the old man, his
eyes were slightly closed and his head with short cropped hair rested
on a relaxed erect posture. He calmly denied having any knowledge of
what had happened to the burglar, Chi-Li.
When the sheriff and his men paraded through town proudly
with Chi-Li in tow and bound by ropes, words were buzzing through the
town that "The old man selling tea at the old temple" possessed
great skill in Kung-Fu. From that day on the townspeople, young and
old, went to the temple grounds daily hoping to get a glimpse of the
old man practicing kung-fu. Some begged and begged to become his disciple
and learn from him. However, the old man always denied that he knew
anything about martial arts, but was just an ordinary person selling
tea to support his life.