my God

Although in the past three years, Daoist Yang taught Song Yan to practice kung fu every time he went to Yaowang Temple, but after all, time was limited, so in the afternoon, Daoist Yang asked Song Yan to show him everything he had learned.

Song Yan stood in the courtyard in front of the hall, adjusted his breathing, sank to his dantian, and then punched a few sets like flowing clouds and flowing water.Daoist Yang couldn't help but nodded while watching, obviously [-]% satisfied with this apprentice.

When Song Yan first learned to meditate when he was 13 years old, he could enter meditation in three days, but many people can't restrain their minds after practicing for several years.

The Taoist classics say that if you want to get rid of reincarnation, you must first cultivate the Dao. , sit quietly for a long time, naturally the heart fire will drop, and the kidney water will rise.

The Supreme Master said: "People can always be quiet and the world will return." He also said: "Looking at the heart inside, the heart has no heart; the appearance has its shape, but the shape has no shape; looking at the object from a distance, the object has no object, the three are both Enlightenment is only seen in the void."

Those who are beginners in mysticism will be enlightened from then on.

The Tao Te Ching says: "In the dim and dark, there is essence in it; in the trance, there is something in it."

Therefore, at this time, it is like a chicken brooding on an egg, silently guarding the yellow court, sitting quietly in the circle, sitting for a long time, a stream of hot air rises from the tail to the dantian, and the energy of warming and nourishing is like a dragon raising pearls Don't forget it for a moment, if you don't leak it for three years, you can form a pill; if you don't leak it for six years, you can form a middle pill; if you don't leak it for nine years, you can form a pill.

At a young age, Song Yan not only passed the two hurdles of entering tranquility and building a foundation, but also formed a pill.

Taoist boxing pays attention to internal kung fu, if the qi is not trained well, the boxing will only have its shape.Song Yan cultivated both internally and externally and achieved minor success in both. He is really a good seed for Taoism.

Seeing that Song Yan was standing still, Daoist Yang gave him a slight nod and said, "Keep in mind Lu Zu's "Hundred Characters Song of Xinggong" and "Hundred Characters Song of Minggong". It's getting harder and harder, and you can't slacken your efforts to cultivate both life and life!"

Song Yan immediately replied: "Disciple would like to follow Master's instruction!"

"Starting tomorrow, I will teach you spells and incantations. Let's practice here today."

"Yes, Master!"

"Let's go, pull the weeds with me first." After finishing speaking, Daoist Yang turned and walked towards the vegetable garden at the back of the hall.

The incense in the temple was not too prosperous, so Daoist Yang and the lay monks were not only frugal, but also tried their best to support themselves through hard work.

"...Yes!" Song Yan was startled for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

The master and apprentice worked hard in the vegetable garden until evening.Several lay Buddhists lived in the village at the foot of the mountain. Seeing that the sun was about to set, they bid farewell and left.

Daoist Yang didn't eat after noon, but Song Yan was still growing, so he asked Song Yan to make a meal by himself, while he went to the side hall to meditate and chant sutras in front of the Sanqing statue.

There are three bungalows behind the main hall, which are the same as the farmers' houses at the foot of the mountain. They are divided into east and west bedrooms, and the middle is the kitchen.Daoist Yang lives in the east bedroom, and now there is Song Yan; the west bedroom is used for the rest of the lay monks who help, and if there are visitors, they will also live in that bedroom.

Three years later, there is still no electricity in the temple.Song Yan looked at the two large pots in the kitchen, and felt a little worried. He had never cooked with such pots.

Going to the firewood shed to grab some firewood, Song Yan squatted in front of the stove to add firewood to the fire.The unburned things continued to be heated, and it was difficult to burn the firewood sticks. Song Yan failed to succeed after a long time of tinkering.After thinking for a while, he went to fetch some small firewood branches, put the small branches under the firewood stick, and then lit the small branches, and the flame finally ignited steadily.

Song Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.But not long after he was relieved, there was a sudden gust of wind outside, and the wind blew directly into the house and into the stove, and there was only a soft pop, and the newly ignited flame was instantly extinguished.

Song Yan looked at the firewood that was extinguished in the stove, and then looked outside the door. Looking over the roof of the hall, he could see the crown of a big mulberry tree.A crow was standing on the highest branch, looking at it coldly.

Song Yan looked away, struck a match again and lit the twig.

Poof—the flame was blown out again.

This is intentional!

Song Yan stood up and walked out.He walked around the main hall and came under the mulberry tree in the front yard, and stared up at the crow, and the crow also looked at him without blinking, one person and one bird looked at each other for a long time.

Song Yan first expressed his attitude.He bowed his hands to the crow and said: "My lord, please do me a favor and stop making things difficult for me, okay? How about this? I think the tributes in the hall are all fruit offerings. I think you must be tired of eating them." Okay, I'll scramble eggs later, and then I'll serve you a plate too, okay?"

The crow didn't make a sound, but its eyes moved aside, obviously shaken.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence! Just wait a moment, and I will prepare the meal soon!"

Song Yan returned to the kitchen and squatted down to light the fire.This time the firewood was successfully lit. Song Yan thought about what the laymen did at noon, then cleaned the pot, added water, put the curtain, put the two steamed buns left over at noon on the curtain, and covered the pot. .

While the steamed buns were hot, he found four eggs, knocked them into a bowl and stirred them with chopsticks, then added some salt and stirred them again.

Guessing that it was almost time, he opened the lid of the pot, took out the steamed buns, cleared all the water in the pot, and then poured oil to scramble the eggs.

The smell of scrambled eggs soon wafted into the air, and the crow on the mulberry tree couldn't help flapping its wings.

Song Yan kept a steamed bun and half a bowl of scrambled eggs for himself, then took the other to the main hall and put it on the altar.

The statue of the mountain god in the main hall is neither as immortal as the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty, nor as fierce as Zhong Kui, but a young man.The stone statue of the man was slender, with long hair reaching knee length, with one hand in front of his belly and the other behind his back, he actually carried an awe-inspiring and haughty aura.Although the facial features are too simple due to the rough lines of the carving technique, but just by the momentum alone, it is known that this person will not be an ugly person.

Song Yanchong bowed to the statue, said "you eat slowly", then turned and went back to his room to eat.

After he had eaten, Daoist Yang just came back from evening class. He quickly scooped out the hot water from the pot and poured it into the washbasin, added some cold water, adjusted the water temperature, and asked Master to wash up.

By the time the master and apprentice finished washing, it was already dark.So the two lit candles, sat cross-legged on the kang, and took advantage of the time before going to bed to talk about some exercises or experience.

After Song Yan asked a few questions, Daoist Yang patiently answered him one by one.Finally, after hesitating for a while, he asked the question that had always made him curious: "Master, how did our temple come about?"

Daoist Yang was silent for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth: "My master was born in the early days of the Republic of China. He was originally the son of a rich man. Unfortunately, when the family business was passed down to his generation, he completely ruined it..."

Yang Daochang's master layman's name is Fang Zhenxian.Fang Zhenxian is the only child in the family and the son of his parents, who has been pampered since he was a child.After he was infected with the bad habit of gambling, he indulged in gambling all day long and did not do his job properly. After his parents died, he was left alone, and soon sold all his family property.

But people who lose in gambling always want to make money, so he also bet on his daughter-in-law who has just passed the door for less than a year, and the result is that he also loses his daughter-in-law.

When the creditor went to his house to take his wife away, the daughter-in-law said to him with tears: "It is said that you are addicted to gambling and not a good man, but I think it is because you left money to help me bury my dead father." , I just married you, and now you have given me to someone else regardless of affection, then we owe nothing to each other!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she slammed her head on the stove, red and white liquid flowed out instantly, and her breathing stopped in the blink of an eye.

Fang Zhenxian stood there dumbfounded, looking at his wife's limp corpse on the ground, filled with grief and remorse.He even slapped himself several times, but no matter how many slaps he slapped, he couldn't bring back his wife's life.

After taking care of his wife's funeral, he sold everything he could sell, and paid back all the money he owed to his neighbors, and then walked to Beishan alone.

When he reached the top of the hill, he saw a big mulberry tree.The tree was very strong and had many branches, which pleased him.He thought, "Sang" sounded the same as "mourning", he was destined to hang here, so he moved a stone, and untied the rope that had been prepared around his waist.

After making a noose and putting his head in, and kicking the stone away, he closed his eyes and was ready to go on the road.But just as the rope became tighter and tighter, the whites of his eyes rolled up and his tongue stuck out, the rope broke suddenly, throwing him on his back.

What he brought was a hemp rope as thick as a finger, which was supposed to be able to bear his weight, but why did it break?He looked at the broken part and found that it was indeed broken. He thought that this part might not be strong, so he tied the broken parts together and started to hang himself again.

As a result, as soon as he hung himself up, the rope broke again.

Fang Zhenxian couldn't forget his wife's angry and sad expression before she died, and felt that he could only feel at ease if he went with her.So he adjusted the rope again and put it on a branch of the mulberry tree.

A man in black suddenly appeared under the tree, and when he raised his sleeves, there was a gust of wind, and the wind blew Fang Zhenxian a foot away in an instant.

"Don't die here, get out!" The man shouted angrily, and disappeared instantly.

Fang Zhenxian sat on the ground and stared blankly at the place where the man disappeared, subconsciously rubbing his eyes.Although the man disappeared, he was sure that he was not dazzled just now, and there was really someone who wanted to drive him away.

He stood up, bowed deeply to the big mulberry tree, and said apologetically, "I don't know this is the residence of the immortals. I offended you just now, please forgive me!"

It was impossible to hang himself here at the mulberry tree, and he was tired after tossing and tossing several times, and his determination to seek death was almost gone, so he threw the rope and went down the mountain.

He had no family, no relatives, no friends, and nowhere to turn to, so he walked along the main road in a daze, and was rescued by a wandering Taoist when he almost starved to death by the side of the road.

After hearing his story, the Taoist gave him a few words of advice, and he decided to become a monk and learn Taoism first, and then save the world and save others.

Fang Zhenxian left with that Taoist, and later went to learn from teachers everywhere. Twenty years later, the land of China was raging with war. He could not save the common people by himself, but he felt that he could save one.So he went back to his hometown and built a thatched house as a temple near the big mulberry tree that he was not allowed to hang.

After the villagers got better and better, they felt grateful for the kindness of the Taoist priest and the mountain god, and began to raise money to build the temple, and then there was the current mountain temple.

The author has something to say:

A plate of scrambled eggs bought the mountain god~