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Although the time limit given by Daoist Yang was three days, Song Yi went to the mountain temple accompanied by his father the next day.

The mountain temple is located on a mountain peak in Daqingling in the northern suburbs. After driving down the mountain, people have to walk up the mountain.Song Yi and his father walked slowly up the winding mountain road.

At first, because we didn’t go far and the mountain wasn’t too steep, Song Lianhai was still able to chat with his son: “Xiaoyi, do you still remember that when you were ten years old, your mother and I brought you to the mountain temple?” Thank you Daoist Yang?"

"I remember, I fell from a tree and got injured a little bit later." Song Yi felt a little emotional when he thought of this past event.

When Song was ten years old, he almost died because of a persistent high fever. Fortunately, Taoist Yang treated him and gradually recovered.During the summer vacation, he followed his parents up the mountain to pay respects to Daoist Yang.In the temple, after kowtowing to Daoist Yang, he ran to the yard to play, leaving his parents to talk to Daoist Yang.

There is a big mulberry tree in the yard, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and a few square meters is surrounded by a fence to isolate the tree from pilgrims, lest pilgrims climb and damage the tree.

It's July, the season when mulberry fruits are ripe, and the big mulberry tree is covered with purple-red, purple-black mulberries. The sweet smell permeates the air, making thirsty people salivate in the hot afternoon.

Song Yi looked at the tree full of mulberries, then turned his head to look around. Seeing that there was no one around, he got into the fence with a low body, hugged the thick trunk and began to climb up.When he was about to pick the mulberry fruit, he fell from the tree. Because of the pain in his back, he cried on the spot.

Song Lianhai smiled and said: "You were greedy for the fruit of the mulberry tree, and you secretly climbed the tree to pick it, but you accidentally dropped it. Fortunately, the fall was not serious, otherwise your mother and I will regret that we didn't take good care of you..."

Song Yi also laughed, but he was thinking of another scene.

He didn't accidentally drop his hand and fell off, but was actually kicked out.The branch closest to the root of the tree is only two meters high, and the ten-year-old Song Yi is already 1.5 meters high. He only needs to climb about one meter to pick mulberries.But when he reached out to pick the fruit, a crow suddenly appeared on the branch in front of him, and the crow looked at him obviously unkindly, Song Yi couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Just when he was considering whether to continue picking the mulberry that was within reach, the crow suddenly stretched out its beak and pecked him hard.Because of the pain, Song Yi accidentally fell down.When he landed, there was a faint sound of "deserved it" in his ear.

His crying drew his parents and Daoist Yang over.He cried and pointed to the tree, but found that there were no crows at all, and there were no signs of being pecked on his hands. Afraid of being suspected of lying by his parents, he had to say that he accidentally fell down.

"It's been a few years since you came up to see it?" Song Lianhai continued to chat with his son as the forest was silent and there were no pedestrians.

"Three years. The last time I came here was during the summer vacation when I was 13 years old." Song Yi replied.

"I remember that Daoist Yang said that he would accept you as a disciple of a foreign family and let you come to practice with him during the summer vacation to exercise your body, but you went down the mountain in a few days, and instead went to the Yaowang Temple to learn Taoism and medicine. Your mother and I still I thought you couldn’t bear the hardships of practicing martial arts, but now you say you want to go to the mountains to learn Taoism, aren’t you afraid of suffering?” Song Lianhai looked at his fair-skinned and handsome son, and always felt that he was more suitable to stay in a place where the wind was blown and the rain was not drenched. in the office.

Song Yi pursed his lips and did not answer.

When he went up the mountain at the age of 13, he planned to follow his master to practice hard. He also worked very hard while practicing, but he was "thrusted" down the mountain within a few days.

The memories of that year flooded into Song Yi's mind like a tide, everything was as clear and distinct as yesterday——

Soon after the high school entrance examination ended, Song Yi developed a low-grade fever, and he was in a daze for several days. Song Lianhai hurriedly sent someone to invite Daoist Yang.In those years, whenever a child had a fever, Daoist Yang was asked to treat it.After Yang Daochang came to the house, he cured Song Yi's illness again.

Song Lianhai and his wife felt that going on like this was not a long-term solution, so they asked Daoist Yang if there was any way to cure the child's disease. Daoist Yang said that unless the child can be trained to be physically strong and different from ordinary people, he will commit another crime.

Song Yi is fair, cute and well-behaved, he is usually polite and not noisy, even though he is half a child, he is still very quiet.Daoist Yang liked this child very much, and couldn't bear to see him being tortured all the time, so he told the Song couple that they could let the child go up the mountain to practice some kung fu with him during the winter and summer vacations.

The Song couple agreed without hesitation.His son has been very smart since he was a child, and his academic performance is always the first in the school. It is common sense to skip grades and win awards, but he has been in poor health since he was a child. As parents, they don't want their child to have a future, they only hope that he can be healthy He grew up safely, so he never enrolled his child in any cram school to increase his burden.Instead of letting the children stay at home during the summer vacation, it is better to go up the mountain to exercise with Yang Daochang.

Song Yi also felt that this was a good opportunity for him to have a deeper understanding of the mysterious master and the mysterious temple.He happily went up the mountain with his master.

On the first day of climbing, everything was as usual.Daoist Yang taught Song Yi how to kneel down to worship the mountain god and the patriarch, introduced him to several lay Buddhists who often came to the temple to help, and taught him various rules and taboos in the temple.

Early the next morning, Song Yi got up and followed the master to the morning class.The master taught him how to meditate, how to breathe and breathe; he also taught him stance and some inner skills;

It was normal for three days in a row.Song Yi was able to enter meditation successfully on the third day, which made the master praise and sigh; He can not only recite the Tao Te Ching fluently, but also discuss some points of view with the master.

Both master and apprentice thought that this summer vacation would end smoothly like this, but things changed on the third night.

Not long after the master and apprentice fell asleep, they heard someone beating on the mountain gate.Daoist Yang got up to check, and came back shortly afterwards to tell Song Yi that an old man from a certain family in the village at the foot of the mountain had passed away, and he was invited to preside over the funeral.He put on his clothes and took the magic weapon, gave Song Yi a few words and left in a hurry.

Song Yi was lying on the kang alone, tossing and turning in the dark, unable to sleep.At this time, in the entire temple on the entire mountain, he was the only living person, how could he, a child, not be afraid?

He closed his eyes to relax his body, thinking that since he couldn't sleep, he might as well practice abdominal breathing, and then put his consciousness on his lower abdomen and started to practice.

Just when he was practicing more and more smoothly, he only heard a loud "bang", and the outside window was suddenly blown open by the wind, which startled him.He hesitated for a moment, then finally got up and went outside.

When he came to the window and saw the sash clearly, his scalp tightened, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.

The window sash is pushed outward, no matter how strong the wind outside is, as long as the window is closed tightly, it cannot be blown open, unless the wind is blowing from inside the house... Song Yi suddenly turned around and looked back.

The outside room is only about ten square meters, and the two stoves, cupboards, and water tanks take up half of the space, just like an ordinary farmer's house.At this moment, he is the only one outside, there is no one else, and there is no wind.

Song Yi listened carefully to the movement in the Westinghouse again, and after confirming that there were no signs of ghosts and ghosts, he turned around and closed the window.

Just as he stretched out his hand to grab the handle on the window sash, a black shadow suddenly passed by his eyes.He didn't see what the black shadow was, but he felt it!Because the black shadow obviously touched his hand!

With a trembling of his hands, he hastily pulled back the window sash and closed it tightly.He broke out in a cold sweat again, and fear swept over his body like a tide.He didn't know what happened to his hand, so he hurriedly took advantage of the light outside the window to look for matches on the window sill at the door.

There are no electric wires on the mountain, so of course there is no need for electric lights and all electrical appliances. Daoist Yang usually lights candles occasionally, but he basically goes to bed early and gets up early, and sleeps at sunrise and sunset just like the ancient people.

After Song Yi found a match, he struck one with trembling hands. The bean-sized flame could only illuminate a distance of ten centimeters.He looked at the back of his left hand with the light, and saw four bright red fingerprints on the place touched by the shadow just now!

That shadow is not a kind person!

Song Yi felt his scalp was about to explode!He hurried back to the house and jumped on the kang, wrapped himself tightly in a blanket, and kept muttering: "Bless the Patriarch! Bless the Patriarch! Bless the Patriarch! Bless the Patriarch..."

Due to not sleeping much all night, Song Yi woke up the next morning not only with blue eyes, but also lack of energy.He went to meditate on the wooden platform in front of the hall as he did a few days ago, but he fell asleep while sitting.When Layman Liu came up the mountain and saw him hanging his head, he came to wake him up.

He didn't dare to tell Layman Liu what he had experienced, fearing that the 60-year-old grandmother would be frightened, so he forced a smile and lied that he was fine.Seeing Layman Liu busy in several temples, Song Yi stretched his numb legs, intending to leave the wooden platform to wash up, but he smelled a bad smell at the tip of his nose.

After searching carefully for a while, he found a lump of bird droppings on his right shoulder at some point.He immediately turned around to look at the big mulberry tree not far behind him, and then he was stunned in shock.

At some point, a large flock of crows gathered on the big mulberry tree.Contrary to the usual noise, those crows just stood quietly on the branch, staring straight at Song Yi.

Song Yi felt his scalp go numb again.Intuition told him that these crows were hostile to him.

He quickly got off the wooden platform and walked quickly to the back of the hall.

"Wow-wow-"

The crows suddenly crowed and flew over Song Yi one after another, covering the sky like black clouds for a while.

Several lumps of bird droppings fell on Song Yi's head and body again, and he yelled angrily, but the crows fell back to the tree and looked at him quietly, as if they were admiring his despondency.

Layman Liu came out of the main hall just in time to see this scene, and hurriedly bowed deeply to the big mulberry tree and said, "God of the mountain is merciful! Let's go around this child!" After speaking, he took Song Yi to the residence of Daoist Yang at the back of the hall, and helped him change his clothes. laundry.

Song Yi didn't have much energy all day long, let alone doing his homework.In the evening, he saw several lay monks go down the mountain, but the master had not come back, so he waited for the master at the gate of the mountain.

He didn't know that the funeral would take three days, and Daoist Yang would also be busy for three days. He didn't have time to come back, and the wait was useless.

The last ray of light in the sky disappeared, the night became heavier and heavier, and the mountain wind suddenly picked up, blowing the midsummer night into a chill.

Song Yi couldn't help but hugged his arms tightly, and glanced at the road leading down the mountain again.