Chapter 277 Where is the law? (asking for monthly ticket)
May 9th.
When the morning light first appeared, it was like a young painter spreading out the first gorgeous painting on the eastern sky with his delicate brushstrokes.
The morning glow is like weaving.
Show the vitality and vitality of nature.
Wisps of morning light passed through the lavender smoke hovering above the incense burner, like silver needles in the hands of a skilled craftsman, accurately dotting the plaque in front of the ancient palace.
The golden brilliance and ancient wood grain complement each other, adding a bit of sanctity and elegance to this quiet scene.
As the first ray of sunshine gently embraces the distant mountains, the light smoke surrounding the incense burner slowly dissipates with the wind.
Like a dreamy morning song, announcing the quiet awakening of a new day.
Xi'an, Qingfeng Temple.
In the quiet courtyard.
A young man in his twenties was slowly bringing his palms back to his Dantian. His movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, all in one go.
His hands were intertwined and naturally dropped to his sides.
Close your eyes and concentrate, immersed in the tranquility.
Subsequently.
He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, as if trying to absorb the essence of the first ray of sunshine into his chest, integrating it with himself, showing a transcendent state of harmony and harmony with nature.
Then, spit it out leisurely...
certainly.
There are no special effects in all this action.
It looked like the young man just took a deep breath.
At most, the young man's complexion is plump and rosy, which is completely different from many young people in modern society who are in a sub-healthy state.
Complete all actions in front of you.
The young man clasped his hands in his fists and bowed to the old man in front of him.
"Okay, okay!"
"Looking at your situation, I'm afraid you have the eighty-nine successes I had when I was young, and your future life will be formidable!"
The old man couldn't help but smile.
He praised the good disciple in front of him repeatedly.
Hearing this, Qingyuan also scratched his head and smiled in embarrassment.
He has an innate and unique talent for the breathing method taught by his master and the accompanying set of martial arts skills.
It is now complete.
With empty hands, it is not a problem for one person to fight four or five people.
"But you need to be careful. This method is a method for cultivating one's health and nourishing one's nature, protecting the world and bringing peace to the people. It is definitely not for you to use in fighting."
"You're a good kid, but your heart is often restless and restless. If you don't change this, you may have big problems in the future."
"Don't just focus on these things. Read more scriptures and cultivate your mind. Just as the sages have shown, cultivating both your mind and body will lead to the great road."
"so……"
"You can consider the work-study program I mentioned earlier recently."
The old man stroked his beard and laughed, praising him.
Then, as usual, he first brought up the matter of mind cultivation, and then brought up the matter of Qingyuan’s holiday work-study program.
In this modern society, learning may not be the only way out, but it is definitely the simplest, easiest, and most accessible way.
As an orphan he adopted, Qingyuan was not completely detached from the outside world.
This kid not only studies normally.
Even now he is asking him to go on a work-study program.
"I will obey my master's orders!"
The young man saluted.
After that, he asked again: "Master, you often talk about yourself when you were young. I wonder how powerful you were when you were young?"
There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"That's all, it doesn't hurt to tell you now."
The old Taoist shook his head and then said with a smile.
"It must have been the 1930s and 1940s, right? At that time, I was not as big as you, but the Japanese country bullied others too much. I was so angry that I went down the mountain."
"I was lucky enough to find me an address where those guys lived, so I went in at night and killed two of the sentry guards with one sword strike."
"Then I took the guns and ammunition they had on them, and after getting familiar with them, I killed four to four Japanese ghosts in the yard."
"Do you know why I want to teach you to cultivate your character diligently? People in our lineage are all about being decisive in killing. If your character is not developed, it is easy to cause big troubles."
"Originally, you shouldn't have learned this self-defense technique before your xinxing was strong enough. However, you learned it so quickly. I can only urge you to cultivate your xinxing."
The old Taoist's words were a bit long-winded.
This is mainly because he cares too much about his disciple.
In the past two years, officials came and said that they wanted to rectify the religion. A small mountain temple like theirs with only a dozen people would most likely be merged into other large temples.
At that time, he can use his qualifications to work in the Taoist Association or the Religious Bureau, and the other older disciples will also be considered married and established.
I'm afraid that by then I won't be able to stay by Qingyuan's side and watch this youngest disciple.
In addition, it is now a legal society.
So he would inevitably have some concerns about Qingyuan, who had some fighting skills.
"Yes, yes, I will definitely cultivate my mind well."
"By the way, you really used guns and ammunition to conquer a small base? Not a sword?"
"You are a martial arts master!"
Qingyuan couldn't help but ask.
There is no way. As a person who grew up in a Taoist temple, he does not lack the influence of various modern cultures.
I always feel that Taoist people like me are very capable.
At least he, who has learned the martial arts skills passed down from his family, can really fight five or six people at once, and his master should be even more powerful, right?
"What if?"
"Sir, times have changed. How can you be called a martial arts master if you don't know how to use a gun?"
The old Taoist shook his head and rarely rolled his eyes.
There are so many weird and fantastic things in this world. Hot weapons are the eternal truth.
The martial arts skills he knew were amazing enough to be able to quietly kill two Japs on guard.
In fact.
This set of martial arts skills is nothing more than some subtle views on some action movements and angles when responding, and it is also equipped with a set of health-preserving breathing methods similar to Wu Qinxi.
Being able to fight one against five is not the starting point of this set of martial arts skills.
Rather, it has reached the pinnacle and perfect end.
If it were any more powerful, it wouldn't be what it should be in reality.
"Then what?"
"You picked a small base, what happened next? Did you show off your power and make many military exploits?"
The young man couldn't wait to ask the next question.
Use a gun, use a gun.
As a young man who has been influenced by new era ideas, he has heard a little bit about this kind of American Iahe, so it is not unacceptable.
He was even more curious about the master's operations afterwards.
"No, then I was wanted and was hunted for a long time. I could only hide in the mountains and didn't come back until I was liberated..."
The old Taoist saw his apprentice Qingyuan looking curious.
He spread his hands quite helplessly.
Otherwise? What else?
Being able to take down an entire team of Japs stationed in the village by one person is already quite impressive.
Coming to an abrupt end here is the most normal direction for this story.
"Ah? It's gone now?"
Qingyuan curled his lips.
I always feel like I have lost my filter for the master.
"Otherwise? Master, do you think I am a god or can I summon gods? If I knew how to do this, I would have killed those devils on the spot. Unfortunately, I am only flesh and blood, and I will be dead even if I take a few bullets. …”
"I've finished listening to the story. Qingyuan, go and finish your breakfast and go out to find something to do!"
The old Taoist waved his hand.
Then he turned around and left here.
Qingyuan was left standing alone, looking at the Sanqing statue in the hall not far away and lost in thought.
This world...
Is there really no such thing as supernatural?
Where is the law...?
Thinking.
Qingyuan, who felt that his thoughts were a little off-base, shook his head, and then left Qingfeng Temple with relief.
Compared to those weird ideas.
Qingyuan decided to go down the mountain first to solve his work-study problem. This is the task given to him by his master.
It's not to let him support himself, but just to let him experience normal modern life as much as possible, not to really become a Taoist priest forever.
Qingyuan could feel the master's thoughts.
Although he didn't know what was wrong with the Taoist priest, he was always obedient.
The way down the mountain is not difficult.
At least in recent years, it has become a comfortable passage in the daily lives of villagers.
This road was once a rugged and winding natural trail, testing the walker's endurance and determination at every step.
However, as time passed, everything changed.
About five years ago.
The neighboring county government recognized the transportation problems faced by mountain residents and decided to allocate funds to improve the situation.
The engineering team moved in and began a huge road construction project.
They sweated profusely and fought day and night, finally opening up a new road between the mountains and forests.
This new road not only widens the original path, but also lays solid stone slabs and concrete so that the road surface will not become muddy even in the rainy season.
Walking down the well-maintained mountain road, Qingyuan felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation and freedom.
After getting on the bus directly to XA City in the small county town at the foot of the mountain.
He fell asleep deeply in the car.
…
When you wake up again.
The car has arrived in Xi'an city.
After getting off the bus at the destination university town, Qingyuan went back to his dormitory to pack up the things he had brought from the Taoist Temple.
There was no one else in the dormitory at this time, and his roommates basically didn't live in the dormitory now.
So he didn't need to say hello, he simply packed up his things and hurried out.
He had contacted some work-study places before, and also found some part-time jobs on various software.
After discussing with the owner of a food court, we decided to have a simple interview this afternoon.
so.
Now he went straight to the old food court with a clear purpose.
You can find it after arriving here by car.
Compared with the quietness on the mountain, it is indeed very different here.
On both sides of the street, various stalls were lined up, bustling with people and bustling with activity.
The aroma of kebabs, the sour and spicy cold skin, the richness of mutton steamed buns...these flavors are intertwined together to form a vivid gourmet picture.
Not only that, there are also handicrafts, ethnic costumes and various antiques here, making it a popular place for tourists and locals alike.
Qingyuan walked through the crowd.
Go along a fairly familiar route.
The summer sun casts dappled light and shadow through the shade of the trees, and the occasional breeze brings a touch of coolness.
He noticed that in addition to selling food on the food street, there were also some artists painting live and street performers performing acrobatics, adding an artistic touch to the bustling scene.
I haven’t made it to the store for the interview yet.
He suddenly noticed a lot of people gathered around a corner of the street.
Curious, he looked closer.
I saw a handsome young man sitting on the bench. On the table in front of him were a stack of A4 paper and several bamboo flying swords with exquisite carvings.
A "Chen Banxian" flag hung behind him.
Looks like a fortune teller.
Judging from his clothing, he is not a Taoist priest, just ordinary casual clothes.
But everyone knows it.
Taoist priests are more or less skilled in what is called fortune telling.
This made Qingyuan, who could also say a few nice words and pretend to tell fortunes, stop curiously.
Hey, have you met a colleague?
Thinking this way, he was a little curious about his colleague's performance and what kind of words he would use to comfort people.
After all, it is also well known.
Fortune telling is a business of saying good things.
How can you know destiny? Some are just handsome guys with high emotional intelligence who say things that make you want to listen.
If Qingyuan found out that this guy was just saying nice things to make people happy and earn some hard money, that would be fine.
But if he was cheating, he would immediately call the police.
Just stopped and looked at it for a while.
Qingyuan found that the guy's routine seemed a little unusual.
Or should I say...
abstract? !
But, there seems to be something else?
At this moment, according to Qingyuan's opinion.
The man sitting in front of Chen Banxian had a dark complexion, and it was obvious that his liver energy was stagnated and his blood was not flowing smoothly. The tongue appears dark red, the tongue coating is yellow and greasy, and there is heat or dampness in the body. The eyes look tired and restless, reflecting uneasiness. A dull or hoarse voice indicates insufficient lung qi or stagnation of liver qi. There is also a heavy body odor, especially the smell of sweat, which is also a sign of dampness and heat in the body.
This man wants to use fortune telling to inquire about his condition.
There is a high probability that it is an imbalance of yin and yang caused by the lack of release of essence for a long time. A simple treatment can probably solve the problem.
The source of this man's problem can be seen at a glance.
Some are curious about how Chen Banxian will solve this problem.
The man who called himself Chen Banxian solemnly wrote a bunch of mysterious codes on an A4 paper, and then mysteriously handed it to the man in front of him who looked anxious and had bad skin.
"When you understand this mysterious code, your problems will naturally be eliminated."
That Chen Banxian smiled mysteriously.
The man was obviously stunned when he looked at the mysterious characters on the paper, and Qingyuan behind him was also stunned at first, and then immediately reacted.
[SNIS-923, OAE-151, LD-024, SNIS-115, STARS-268...]
This is crazy...
License plate number? !
Damn it, 6!
Qingyuan's eyes widened, and he was a little confused by Chen Banxian's operation.
But after realizing what Chen Banxian did.
I also found that this operation seemed to be able to solve the problem of the man in front of me.
This guy...
Is there something real?
Thinking.
Qingyuan suddenly noticed that Chen Banxian in front of him glanced at him with a somewhat thoughtful look.
It's like saying "The decision is yours!"
Not knowing why, he was stunned.
But the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He subconsciously answered the phone. It was the interviewing boss urging him.
After a few hasty words.
Qingyuan no longer wondered about the situation here, turned around and left quickly.
And he didn't notice.
The bamboo flying sword at Chen Banxian's stall seemed to be missing one unknowingly.
My backpack seemed a little heavier.
He just left in a hurry for the interview and continued with what he was going to do next.
…
When he returned to the dormitory after a tiring day, Qingyuan's body was wet from the sudden rain.
After taking a hurried shower, he sat on the bed.
Chen Banxian, whom he met in the afternoon, had long been forgotten and completely forgotten.
"Nature is called Tao, and Tao is without form. It is just one nature, one soul..."
It's night.
Qingyuan sat alone in his room, chanting sutras and meditating.
It didn’t take long before I was ready to go to sleep…
And when he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In the bamboo flying sword in the backpack beside him, a mental wave that ordinary people couldn't detect began to spread.
There are preset dream templates there.
began to guide Qingyuan into a different and real dream.
(End of chapter)