my God

Seeing Yan Yun and his father quarreling, Song Yan immediately said, "Yan Yun, don't worry, just listen to me."

Only then did Yan Yun look away from staring at his father, he turned to Song Yan and listened carefully.

"You are indeed too young and have a high status, so you are not suitable for practicing on the mountain." Seeing that Yan Yun was about to open his mouth to argue, Song Yan hurriedly raised his hand to stop him, "However, if you want to practice, no one can stop you. The method I taught you Don’t you remember? Just practice hard at home, and if you have any questions, you can come to me for advice at any time.”

"But I still feel that only when you go up the mountain can you cultivate..." Yan Yun whispered unwillingly.

Mr. Yan immediately glared at his son.

Song Yan said with a smile: "It's only been half a year since I went up the mountain, and for the past three years, I have been practicing at home under the guidance of my master."

After hearing this, Yan Yun finally nodded obediently, expressing that he would practice hard at home first, and then become a formal disciple when he grows up.

Song Yan didn't know if he was passionate for 3 minutes, or whether he wanted to go up the mountain in the future, so he just smiled and didn't say much.

Mr. Yan was slightly relieved when he saw that his son finally stopped arguing to go up the mountain to become a Taoist priest.But he was still worried, so he asked, "As the child's father, can I ask what the elder taught the child?"

"Meditate, breathe in and out, and draw the air into the body." Song Yan replied succinctly.

"What's the use of practicing these things?" Mr. Yan said with disdain, "If it's to strengthen his body, why not send him to learn some martial arts, taekwondo, etc."

Song Yan didn't reply, but glanced at the teapot and said, "It's too cold, the kung fu tea will be cold after a while."

While speaking, he had put his hand on the side of the teapot, and not long after he finished speaking, there was the sound of gurgling boiling water in the teapot, steam came out of the spout with the aroma of tea, and the room was filled with the smell of tea. Clear fragrance.

Yan Yun and his son were stunned at the same time.

Song Yan withdrew his hand from the teapot, and said slowly: "Yan Yun told me a few days ago that he can already enter meditation. His cultivation speed is still very fast, but he is a good young man." Mr. Xiang Yan, "As for whether cultivation is useful or not, you will know after careful observation."

"I know it works!" Yan Yun said first, "Every time I meditate, although I am still, my head will be dripping with sweat like after exercising, and if my chest is stagnant due to anger, it will be dredged quickly...I say no Okay, but I do feel relaxed every time I finish the exercise, and I sleep better!" He glanced at his father while talking, complaining that his father was unreasonable.

Song Yan looked at him and said with a smile: "Cultivation not only cultivates the body, but also cultivates the mind. Only hard work and perseverance can achieve small success."

While talking, he wrote the word "Tao" on the table with his fingers. Because he condensed his true energy on his fingertips, the written words were completely penetrating in the literal sense. The beautiful regular script seemed to be branded on the table. , Shengsheng scalded the gully.

Yan Yun and his son were shocked again.

"But if you want to achieve great success, you still need understanding. Wait until you have some experience and understanding of Taoism, and then enter the Taoism!"

When Yan Yun heard it, he was a little depressed, but he quickly cheered up and said, "I will definitely practice well!"

Mr. Yan understood that Song Yan was referring to him—if he wanted to enter the mountain temple as Song Yan's official apprentice, it would depend on whether he had that talent.

Having said that, it would be unreasonable for me to continue pestering him, so Mr. Yan stood up, slightly nodded at Song Yan and said, "It's almost time, let's stop bothering the Taoist priest, and leave!"

Mr. Yan dragged Yan Yun out, while Song Yan sent them all the way to the gate of the temple out of courtesy.

Bai Chen stood at the door and waited anxiously, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when Yan Yun came out.

Song Yan suddenly thought of playing tricks, bent down and pinched a snow ball on the snow, and immediately shot at Yan Yun.

Yan Yun was stunned for a moment, it was too late to reach out to grab it, but when he saw the snowball hit him in the face, he stopped abruptly half a foot away from him.The snow ball stopped in mid-air for a moment, and then fell to the ground. When it fell apart, there were three finger-shaped pits on the half facing upwards.

Everyone present saw this scene, including Mr. Yan and the two bodyguards.The three of them were dumbfounded in astonishment.

Song Yan said seriously to Mr. Yan: "Your son is not an ordinary person, so you must not raise him in a wrong way."

Yan Yun knew that Song Yan would not harm him, so he didn't care about Xueqiu. Instead, he immediately moved towards his side and in front of him, trying to see if he could touch Bai Chen, but he didn't touch it after a round of grabbing. to something substantial.

But Song Yan could see clearly that Bai Chen was standing beside him, looking at him tenderly and dotingly.

Mr. Yan's spine was numb by Song Yan's successive actions. At this time, he no longer had the arrogance and contempt he had when he first arrived. He nodded to Song Yan again, and replied seriously: "Thank you, Taoist priest, for your guidance!" After finishing speaking, He took people away in a hurry.

When Song Yan returned to the backyard, Shenjun suddenly appeared and said to him: "Don't you like Yan Yun very much? If you want to accept disciples, accept them!"

"I don't know if it's right to do this. I think the reason for accepting apprentices is that I'm afraid that the inheritance will end with me, but Yan Yun is too young and his personality is immature. He should choose his own path. Let's talk about it later. "

Shenjun looked at Song Yan, and couldn't help but secretly marvel.He is no longer the big kid who just went up the mountain and smiled all day long. After experiencing many things in the past six months, he has grown very fast, and now he can support a temple by himself.

Not only did Shenjun hear his conversation with Yan Yun and his son, but he was also very satisfied with his actions.When faced with doubts, it is useless to be angry, to speak with facts.Song Yanneng showed his hands calmly and continuously, which shows that he has really matured and calmed down.

***

After the Shangyuan Dharma Conference, until the Zhongyuan Dharma Conference, there will be no more major activities in the temple, so Song Yan's daily life is completely related to practice, food, clothing, housing and transportation.

As soon as the land bloomed in spring, Song Yan and a few laymen were busy farming. In their spare time, they would go to the mountains to pick wild vegetables. Like many Taoist priests who lived in seclusion in the mountains, they tried their best to be self-sufficient.

If you want to be at ease without being burdened by the world, there is only one day when you become a feather and ascend to heaven.So it is said that practice is bitter, because it cannot be separated from everything in the world.

The area radiated by the mountain temple is not large, and Song Yan didn't come to see Daoist Song to go down the mountain for several months, so Song Yan lived a period of time that was almost isolated from the world.

When the weather turned warm and entered early summer, someone finally asked Song Yan to go down the mountain.

The person who let Song Yan down the mountain was Ji Daochang.Ji Daochang said on the phone that he met a good believer who came to ask for medicine, but Ji Daochang felt that he was not an internal disease but an external disease, so he asked Song Yan to take a look.

When Daoist Ji spoke, Song Yan dared not delay. He immediately confessed and went down the mountain, heading straight for the Yaowang Temple.

After arriving at the Yaowang Temple, it was the back hall where Wang Yanjun led Song Yan.On the way, Song Yan chatted briefly with him, and learned that he is now concentrating on learning Taoism and medicine with his master, so he will also observe and learn from the sidelines during this diagnosis and treatment.

When Song Yan came to the back hall, besides Ji Daochang, there were three other people sitting on the futon. Judging from their way of getting along, they should be a middle-aged couple and his son.The son was shrinking, and the middle-aged couple kept hugging him and comforting him.

Seeing Song Yan coming, Ji Daochang waved to him.

"Master!" Song Yan hurriedly walked over to salute Ji Daochang Jishou.

Daoist Ji pulled him over and said, "Show this kid first!"

Song Yan looked at the young man from the front, and saw that his eyes were dodging, as if he was afraid of something, but his forehead was dark, his complexion was pale, and his spirit was obviously a little depressed.

"Don't be afraid, give me your hand first, and I'll feel your pulse." Song Yan said softly to the boy.He should be a few years older than Song Yan, but he may not be as mature as Song Yan.

The boy glanced at Song Yan, probably because of his similar age and Song Yan's handsome and kind face, so he hesitated for a moment before reaching out his hand.

Song Yan found that his pulse was disordered, obviously he was frightened, and he was panicked all day long, resulting in poor blood flow and weak body.

"You have a heart disease," Song Yanchao said to the boy. "If you want to be cured, you have to tell me what happened that made you so frightened?"

The boy shrank again, and his whole body trembled, as if he had remembered something terrible.

At this time, the boy’s parents narrated, saying that since the son came back from playing with friends, he became timid and shy, probably because the person he played with disappeared, so he was so frightened.

"Did he talk about the details about going out to play at that time?" Song Yan asked.

The boy’s mother said: “He kept yelling that there was a monster, and at that time he called the police saying that his friend had been eaten by a monster, but the police went up the mountain and found nothing. The man disappeared, and my son was also suspected of being mentally ill…” Son, mother is about to cry as she speaks.

Song Yan felt that it was impossible to judge with such a few words. Seeing that the boy was timid and refused to say anything, he pricked his finger and tapped the boy's forehead suddenly, saying: "Now you have the body of the gods, so you don't have to be afraid of monsters. Tell me about the situation at that time!"

The boy was taken aback by the sudden heat on his forehead, but then he felt the sense of security brought by that warmth, as if a god really gave him strength so that he didn't have to be afraid of any ghosts and ghosts.

He tried to look at his forehead, his eyeballs almost rolled up and met together, then he gave up this idea and looked at Song Yan.

Seeing that his expression finally became vivid, Song Yan said in a gentle voice, "Tell me about it. My duty is to get rid of demons and ghosts."

Under the effect of the town charm, the boy finally opened his mouth: "My friend was eaten by a monster, I saw it with my own eyes..."

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