Tales of the Taoist Immortals

ABOUT THE BOOK

As a girl growing up in Hong Kong, Eva Wong heard and memorized many tales told to her by Hong Kong’s finest professional storytellers, by actors on the radio, and by her grandmother. These popular tales of the Taoist immortals were also often dramatized in Chinese operas.

The stories are of famous characters in Chinese history and myth: a hero’s battle with the lords of evil, the founder of the Ming dynasty’s treacherous betrayal of his friends, a young girl who saves her town by imitating rooster calls. Entertaining and often provocative, these tales usually include a moral. The immortals are role models in Chinese culture, as well as examples of enlightenment. Some of the immortals were healers, some were social activists, some were aristocrats, and some were entrepreneurs. The tales chosen by Eva Wong here are of the best-known immortals among the Chinese. Their names are household words and their stories are told and retold by one generation to the next.

 

EVA WONG is an independent scholar and a practitioner of the Taoist arts of the Pre-Celestial Way and Complete Reality lineages. She has written and translated many books on Taoism and related topics, including
A Master Course in Feng-Shui
and
Taoism: An Essential Guide.

 

 

 

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© 2001 by Eva Wong

 

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

 

Wong, Eva, 1951–

Tales of the Taoist immortals / Eva Wong.

p. cm.

Includes index.

eISBN 978-0-8348-2676-2

ISBN 978-1-57062-809-2 (pbk.)

1. Gods, Taoist. 2. Mythology, Chinese. I. Title.

BL1923.W66 2001

299 .514213—dc21                             00-067964

Contents

Introduction

 

I. THE EIGHT IMMORTALS

1. The Guest of the Cavern: Lü Tung-pin

2. Hermit of the Cloud Chamber: Chungli Ch’uan

3. The Patron of Female Taoists: Ho Hsien-ku

4. The Bat Spirit: Chang Kuo Lao

5. The Immortal with the Iron Crutch: T’ieh-kuai Li

6. A Faithful Nephew: Han Hsiang

7. The Wandering Minstrel: Lan Ts’ai-ho

8. The Hermit Aristocrat: Ts’ao Kuo-chiu

II. SAGES

9. The Father of Ch’i-Kung: Chen Hsi-yi

10. Satirist of the High and Mighty: Chuang Tzu

11. The Minister and the Courtesan: Fan Li and Hsi Shih

12. The Yellow Emperor: Huang Ti

13. The Old One: Lao Tzu

14. A Prince among Taoists: Liu An

15. The Hermit of Mount T’ien-tai: Ssu-ma Ch’eng-chen

16. Minister from the Mountains: T’ao Hung-ching

17. The First Disciple of Taoism: Wen Shih

III. MAGICIANS

18. The Celestial Teacher: Chang Tao-ling

19. The Wandering Healer: Fei Chang-fang

20. The Sorcerer Strategist: Kiang Tzu-ya

21. The Immortal in Sheep’s Clothing: Tso Chi

22. The Spirit Catcher: Ko Hsüan

23. The People’s Protector: Mah Ku

24. Lady of the Great Mysteries: T’ai-hsüan Nü

25. The Woman Who Flew on a Toad: T’ang Kuang-chen

26. Immortal from the Sky: Tung-fang Shuo

IV. DIVINERS

27. The Reader of Human Destiny: Chang Chung

28. The Crane Immortal: Ch’ing Wu

29. The Mad Beggar: Chou Tien

30. The Old Man and the Kingmaker: Huang-shih Kung and Chang Liang

31. Master of Ghost Valley: Kuei-ku Tzu

32. Master of K’an-yu: Kuo P’u

33. The Reader of Dynastic Destiny: Lin Ling-su

V. ALCHEMISTS

34. The Master of Spirit Travel: Chang Po-tuan

35. The Father of T’ai-Chi Ch’uan: Chang San-feng

36. The Woman Who Could Turn Minerals into Gold: Cheng Wei’s Wife

37. The Sage Who Embraced Simplicity: Ko Hung

38. The Poet Immortal: Pai Yü-ch’an

39. Lady of the Great Yin: T’ai-yin Nü

40. The Father of Immortal Alchemy: Wei Po-yang

Introduction

W
HEN
I
WAS GROWING UP
in Hong Kong, my grandmother told me many stories about the Taoist immortals. We’d sit cross-legged on her bed together and while she sewed, she would tell me how Iron Crutch Li (T’ieh-kuai Li) got his name, how Fan Li and Hsi Shih helped the king of Yüeh defeat the kingdom of Wu, and how Mah Ku saved the people of her town by imitating the crowing of roosters.

The immortals are very much a part of my culture. The Chinese people’s belief in immortals goes back to the ancient times of prehistory and legend, centuries before Taoism became a philosophy and a spiritual tradition. Chinese children in traditional families grew up listening to stories of the immortals, and I was no exception. Even before I had heard of Taoism and practiced its teachings, I was familiar with the exploits of the immortals.

My grandmother was not the only person who told me these tales; there were also regular storytelling sessions on the radio. I remember one program especially well: it aired in the late afternoon, and it featured actors who not only had an endless repertoire of stories but could also impersonate the voices of women, men, and children. I looked forward to every show and rarely missed one. It was from these on-air storytellers that I learned about Lü Tung-pin’s pillow and his dream, Chen Hsi-yi’s game of chess with the Sung emperor, and Fei Chang-fang’s friendship with the man in the gourd.

When I was a child, the stories of Taoist immortals were also dramatized in opera. Before Hong Kong became a bustling city crowded with skyscrapers and shopping centers, Chinese opera troupes performed frequently in the streets.
On the day before a performance, a street, usually one near a marketplace, would be closed. Workers would build the stage, set up rows of benches, and erect little tents where the performers could rest between acts. Large scaffolds decorated with flowers and banners would be placed around the stage and the seating area, and written on the banners were the names of the principal singers. Whenever a troupe visited my neighborhood, our entire household—my parents, my grandmother, myself, and the servants—would go to the performances. I still have vivid memories of those shows; they were the only occasions when I was allowed to stay up late. The operas didn’t begin until dark, and, on a summer night in Hong Kong, that usually meant nine.

In Chinese opera, the performers were not only singers but also acrobats and martial artists. The stories of the immortals—Chang Tao-ling’s battle with the lords of evil, Chu Yüan-chang’s (the founder of the Ming dynasty) treacherous betrayal of his friends, Kiang Tzu-ya using his magic to defeat the evil emperor—came alive as the performers sang, whirled, sparred, and somersaulted around the stage.

Then, there are the legends as told by the professional storytellers in Banyan Tree Park. When I was younger, the park was located along a stretch of waterfront near a typhoon shelter. Every night the park, which consists of an area around a huge banyan tree, would be crowded with food vendors, gamblers, storytellers, acrobats, and martial artists displaying their skills. I distinctly remember one burly man walking around with a sign that read “Eagle claw expert—will accept challenges from any style.” As a teenager, I was not allowed to go to the park alone. I was told there were pickpockets, kidnappers, and all sorts of mean people hanging out in that section of town at night. Only when my
older cousins visited was I permitted to go to the park with them.

Banyan Tree Park is known as the Storytellers’ Park for good reason: the finest professional storytellers in Hong Kong are found there. Every time I visited the park, I would make my way to the storytellers’ stands, put a newspaper on the ground, and sit and listen to the tales of Chinese heroes and Taoist immortals. Each storyteller had his regular spot in the park, and at twilight each would walk to his designated place, carrying a thermos filled with tea and a small kerosene lamp. There each would sit on a folding chair and wait for his audience to gather. The best storytellers at Banyan Tree Park not only narrated, but also impersonated different voices, made sound effects, sang, and acted the roles of the characters in the stories. Each storyteller had his own repertoire, and the tales and the manner of telling them were all learned, memorized, and passed from one generation to another.

You can also read about Taoist immortals in the Taoist Canon, the collection of books that form the scriptures of Taoism. Personally, I’ve never been thrilled by the way the immortals are portrayed in these biographies. The entries read like articles from an encyclopedia and the characters appear dull and remote. After reading one, I always felt that I learned
about
the immortals rather than
from
them. On the other hand, in the operas, radio plays, and stories told by my grandmother and the Banyan Tree Park storytellers, the characters came alive. At the end of each story, I felt that I had not only met the immortals but had learned from them.

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