my God

Song Yi once again dreamed of the boundless flames, and he was in it and was being scorched by the flames.It wasn't the skin that was burned but the inside of his body. He felt pain from the inside out, as if his soul was suffering.

Finally, he woke up from the pain and sat up suddenly.His hair and vest were drenched with sweat, and he looked exhausted.

Song Yi stretched out his hand and brushed the sweaty hair from his forehead to the back of his head, and sighed secretly: "Who the hell wants to burn me to death? I've always had this dream since I was a child, alas."

He got up and got out of bed, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then walked out refreshed.The long washed hair was blown dry by him and tied into a bun on the top of the head. The exposed skin was white and smooth, and the muscle lines were soft and tight that belonged to a teenager.

He went to the closet to find a white T-shirt and black cropped shorts, and went barefoot to meditate on the futon on the terrace.

Song Yi has been meditating for three years. Although he doesn't know the results, he has never missed a pill once in three years. This is not easy for a teenager.

"Let Master see the results next time." After the meditation, he slowly opened his eyes and whispered to himself.

Song Yi went downstairs after finishing his morning class.Apart from him in the family, the nanny got up the earliest, and breakfast was already prepared.He had a regular schedule, and before anyone else could get up, he sat at the table and ate his portion of porridge and cakes.

When it was almost finished, mother Min Qing came down from upstairs.After seeing Song Yi, she couldn't help asking: "The college entrance examination ended yesterday, why don't you sleep a little longer today?"

Song Yichong smiled at his mother, and replied: "I'm used to it, and I have to go to the Yaowang Temple after dinner."

"Aren't you going to rest for a few days? I'm still discussing with your father and want to take you out to have a good time."

"No, I'm more interested in Taoist medicine now, so I have to hurry up and study."

Min Qing opened his mouth, but didn't know whether to persuade him, so he closed his mouth and decided to let him go.

***

Daoist Ji of the Yaowang Temple offers free consultations at five o'clock every morning and ends at eight o'clock.For the past three years, Song Yi lived in a house near the Yaowang Temple. He got up at 07 o'clock to wash and meditate, arrived at the Yaowang Temple at 30 o'clock to study medicine with Ji Daochang, and left for school at [-]:[-].

Originally, the high school he attended was City No. 1 Middle School, but because he was not allowed to grow long hair, his father helped him transfer to a private high school.Private high schools are not as restrictive and taboo as public schools, and the time is not so urgent, but the teachers are very good, so many wealthy people will send their children here.But Song Yi, the No.[-] in the senior high school entrance examination, who came here because of long hair, is the only one.

Song Yi was taken back to the suburban villa by his parents after the exam yesterday, and had dinner with his family.His villa is in the western suburbs of the city, and the Yaowang Temple is in the eastern suburbs. It is too far away to take a taxi, so the driver took him to the Yaowang Temple this morning.

It was past six o'clock when he arrived at the Yaowang Temple, and Daoist Ji had already seen several patients.

Seeing Song Yi approaching, Ji Daochang withdrew his hand from the patient's wrist, turned his head and said to him, "Come and feel this pulse."

Song Yi walked over to check the man's pulse, and then replied: "The spleen and stomach are not in harmony, just prescribe some medicine to recuperate."

Daoist Ji nodded and said, "You can prescribe a prescription." Then, he continued to check the pulse of the next patient, and handed over the prescription for this patient to Song Yi.

Song Yi picked up a pen and paper and carefully wrote a prescription. After writing, he handed it over to Daoist Ji for a look. Seeing that Daoist Ji nodded, he gave the prescription to the patient and told him how to take it with pain.

The master and apprentice worked until eight o'clock, telling the rest of the patients to hurry up tomorrow, and then ended the consultation.

Ji Daochang led Song Yi to kowtow to the patriarch to offer incense, and then asked: "It's summer vacation, don't you want to go out for a walk?"

"There will be opportunities in the future, I'd better study with you more before I go to university!" Song Yi said with a smile to Jishou Ji.

"Your master hasn't come for a few days, I think he should be able to come today. If he persuades you to go out for a few days, you will definitely agree immediately."

The "master" that Daoist Ji mentioned was Daoist Yang Zhao, Song Yi's personal master. If Daoist Yang told Song Yi to go for a walk, Song Yi would indeed pack his bags and go on a trip immediately.

Song Yi couldn't answer in front of Daoist Ji, so he had to challenge him again.

Daoist Ji was still busy with various affairs in the temple, so he left after talking to Song Yi.Song Yi came here as usual on holidays, first picked up a broom and swept the courtyard, and then ran to the clean place behind the hall to practice boxing and stand.

At noon, a senior brother called him to have dinner, so he put away his fist and rushed to the dining hall. As a result, he saw his master Yang Daochang on the small road connecting the front and back of the hall.

"Master!" Song Yi immediately ran over like a lively deer, and smiled happily at Master.

Daoist Yang looked at this little apprentice with a smile on his face, he couldn't help but reached out and touched his head, and sighed, "You've grown so fast, you're even taller than Master!"

"In the morning, Daoist Ji said that you would come today, but I didn't expect you to come!" After all, Song Yi was still a 16-year-old child, and he was so happy that he couldn't hide it.

Daoist Yang smiled and said, "You think he has improved in divination? In fact, I called him yesterday."

After finishing speaking, both master and apprentice laughed out loud together.

"Let's go, let's go to eat first. After the meal, the master has something to tell you." Daoist Yang took his apprentice to the dining hall to eat.

After the meal, Daoist Yang took Song Yi to a secluded place.He has a serious expression, and it looks like he has something important to say.Song Yi became more respectful, with an air of listening respectfully.

"Song Yi, Master wants to accept you as an official disciple, are you willing?" Daoist Yang said solemnly.

Although Song Yi grew his hair and got some exercises from Daoist Yang, he was just a layman, not a Taoist priest.

Song Yi immediately knelt down and cupped his hands and said, "Master, apprentice is willing! Apprentice has long wanted to enter the Taoist sect!"

He has been weak and sick since he was a child, if Daoist Yang hadn't rescued him several times, he might not be able to live today.Over the years, he has read many Taoist classics, and his conversion to Taoism has also increased day by day.Now that the master said he was willing to accept him as a direct disciple, he was naturally willing.

But Daoist Yang said: "Don't rush to agree. You are not yet full, and you can't be your own master. I should have waited for you for two years before asking, but Master's time is running out, so I ask you in advance. If you don't I hope that Master will not make things difficult for you; if you want, you have to ask your family members to agree. Within three days, if you obtain the consent of your family members, you can go to the Shanshen Temple, and Master will wait for you in the temple.

After Yang Daochang finished speaking, he left. Song Yi knelt on the spot and looked at his back deeply.

***

Song Yi told his family about this at dinner, and his parents fell silent for a moment.

Father Song Lianhai pondered for a while before saying: "Xiao Yi, we will not stop you from learning some Taoism and Taoism. After all, your health has improved in the past three years, but becoming a monk is not a child's play. Mom and Dad don't want you to take this step. "

Song Yi replied earnestly: "First of all, there is no danger in becoming a monk; secondly, the master belongs to the righteous school, and the observance of precepts and marriage are not as strict as those of the Buddhist school and the Quanzhen school. Even if I don't care about the world in the future, I will still have younger brothers and sisters to pass on the incense; Again, I live in a temple, and although I’m poorer, I won’t starve to death or freeze to death. Based on the above points, I don’t think you need to worry about me.”

Even though he spoke convincingly, his mother Min Qing still showed worry.She patiently persuaded: "Yiyi, if you study well, you will definitely be able to go to a good university. My mother hopes that you will go to university like other children. After graduation, if you feel that work is boring, or you have lost faith in life What kind of insight, even if you become a monk, you will still have time..."

"Dad, Mom, do you still remember what Master said when I was sick?" Song Yi asked.

The Song couple immediately pursed their lips and remained silent.

When Song was a child, he often had a high fever. Once he was sent to the hospital and received antipyretic and anti-inflammatory injections, but nothing worked.A friend of Song Lianhai suggested that he go to the mountain temple and ask Daoist Yang to come and show the child.Song Lianhai used to be a cadre of a government agency, so he didn't believe this at first, but seeing that the child was burned unconscious, he had to be treated as a living horse doctor, and went up the mountain to invite Daoist Yang.

After Daoist Yang arrived, he used his sword finger to draw amulets on the child's forehead and chest without saying a word, and then asked Song Lianhai to prepare a bowl of water. Feed the child.

After Song Yi drank the water, his body temperature began to drop not long after, and the Song couple breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Lianhai asked Daoist Yang what disease the child had. Daoist Yang frowned and looked at Song Yi, before replying, "He is born with a stronger soul than his body, and his body is like a container, which is about to be torn apart by the soul."

Song Yi saw that his parents were silent, and continued: "Since practicing various exercises, my body has become stronger, and the number of fevers has decreased. But there is something I told you, and you may not care about it." -"

Song glanced at them, and then continued: "Every time I have a fever and pass out, I am actually having a dream. In the dream, I am surrounded by monstrous flames, and I am standing in it and being roasted continuously. This morning I'm having that dream again."

The Song couple were taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly asked: "What does this dream mean? What did Daoist Yang say?"

"Master said, it is the responsibility of heaven, and I am afraid it will be in this life." Even though there is a lot of information in this sentence, Song Yi said it very calmly.

The Song couple looked at each other, and they both saw panic in each other's eyes.They didn't want to believe it, but they didn't dare to gamble with their son's life.

"Okay, we won't stop you." Song Lianhai sighed, "Even if you don't go to college or work, just stay at home, mom and dad can afford you! Mom and dad don't ask for anything, they just want you If you can be healthy and healthy, if you like to practice Taoism, then you can go, we will not stop you."

Song Yi stood up, went to the side, knelt down, and solemnly kowtowed three times to his parents.

"Song Yi is not filial, thank you two elders for your kindness!"

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happy new year~

Note: Leaking pills refers to nocturnal jing.