80s Taoism

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"Clatter..."

The heavy rain poured down, Zhang Jiaohua fell into a dream this time, and the uncontrollable self was running in the heavy rain. I just received a message from my master. The old Taoist master was sick and wanted to see himself. He wants to rush back to the Taoist temple.

Zhang Jiaohua has had this dream for a long time, and gradually began to understand that this is actually someone else's experience, and somehow it became her own dream. I seem to be possessed by someone else, and every time this person's name appears, the voice seems to be cut off. Zhang Jiaohua always felt that this person was herself. Perhaps, as the villagers say, people have past and present lives. And this person may be his previous life.

The old Taoist master was ill, but Zhang Jiaohua didn't know it but felt a sore nose. All of a sudden, I forgot that the old Taoist priest used to beat the board fiercely in his delicate little hands, and he seemed to forget that he was forced by the old Taoist priest to melt water, refine talismans, copy scriptures, and stand on stakes every day... It seemed that he had forgotten all the evils of the old Taoist master. Just remember all the good.

I walked very fast all the way, because the road was muddy, and my shoes were gone, but I didn't realize it. The whole body is drenched by rain, and there is no fear. Running in the rain without stopping. I forgot the rain and the time. When we walked to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, the sky was just getting bright, but the rain was even more joyful.

He rushed into the Taoist temple and went straight to the room of the old Taoist master. The old Taoist master was sick in bed, but at this moment he sat up from the bed and smiled heartily, "My apprentice is back!"

The old Taoist master had been ill for several months, during which time he was repeatedly ill, and was critically ill several times. Under Zhang Jiaohua's careful care, he finally recovered.

One day, the old Taoist priest called this little apprentice to his side, "I have spent my whole life as a teacher, I am afraid that time is not long. Thanks to your filial piety, I have made it through this difficult time. This personal hexagram can be solved. You have a kind heart in the way of being a teacher, but you have a bad temper and can't bear it when encountering things. So the teacher has never told you the method of the magic weapon in your hand. This time, this method can also be told to you."

This time it is much easier to solve the close body hexagram than the last time to solve the teacher hexagram. Even the three sacrifices of wine were useless, but simply set up an incense table, and used paper money to offer incense to God.

"If the patriarch agrees, then cast a negative hexagram." The old Taoist master threw the goat horn hexagram on the ground.

But a Yang hexagram came.

The old Taoist priest could only intercede with the patriarch, said a lot of good things, and then quarreled. It took a few times to hit the Yin hexagram.

The old Taoist wiped his sweat with his hands, it seemed that he had spent a lot of energy on this hexagram.

"Master is old and useless. You will come to see Master more when you have time. I don't know if you will see Master next time you come back to the mountain." The old Taoist shook his head calmly.

Then you need to make a holy hexagram, and this close-fitting hexagram is considered a solution. This time it went very smoothly, and when I threw it down, I played a holy hexagram.

"Okay, okay, it seems that the patriarch also wants you to stand alone. These few days, you live here, and I will teach you some methods of Meishan martial arts. If you practice martial arts without practicing kung fu, you will never get old. It's time for you to learn kung fu." The old Taoist seemed to be talking about something trivial.

This time, Zhang Jiaohua came into contact with another aspect of Meishan Kungfu—martial arts. Meishan Kung Fu is divided into Zhuang Gong, Hard Gong, Soft Gong and Qigong. The above skills, hard skills, and soft skills have already been practiced before they are taught. Only this qigong has not been touched yet. This is what the old Taoist master left behind.

"Qi defends on the outside, blood runs on the inside, qi and blood support each other, like a ring without reason, reaching internally to the internal organs, twelve meridians, externally extending to the nine orifices of the limbs, thousands of joints..." The old Taoist master taught me the core skills of Meishan martial arts.

When Master Mei Shanshui taught martial arts at the beginning, most of the teachings of Zhuang Gong were only the first step of form training, and the last two steps of training were only taught to formal disciples without the guidance of the master. The so-called "Qi" in Meishan Wushu refers to the Qi in the human body. It is a kind of something that can only be realized through one's own body but cannot be seen or touched. The qi training technique of Meishan Kung Fu is to adjust the breathing of the human body through the human mind and consciousness, and then transform the acquired air received during the breathing process into the innate internal qi, and guide the cultivated internal qi to pass through the meridian system in the body to the limbs through the "mind-led qi movement". The method of Qi training in Meishan is divided into three steps. The first step is to nourish Qi, and the second step is to promote Qi. The third step is to practice strength. Introduce Qi with spirit, promote strength with Qi, and generate strength with strength.

"Meishan's method of strength training consists of eight postures: sitting on the ground and three fists, crossing the five mountains, pushing the moon behind closed doors, dancing willows in the wind, double dragons wreaking havoc on the sea, leading a cow into the water, opening a stele with two palms, and embracing the sun and the moon. Practice eight different strengths, namely, straight strength, horizontal strength, vibration strength, crisp strength, shaking strength, transformation strength, penetration strength, and joint strength. If you practice strength in your hands, you will be successful in Meishan Gongfa." The old Taoist spent several days teaching Meishan Qigong.

Before leaving, the old Taoist master told the method of the bell: "This bell is a magic weapon, called the soul-absorbing bell. Five bells can raise the five ghosts, and the ingestion of souls is the food of the five ghosts. It can make the five ghosts grow. Don't use this bell to do evil. Otherwise, you will be killed."

Although the old Taoist master said so, before he left, he taught the five ghosts to confuse the sky.

When Zhang Jiaohua woke up, it was already early in the morning the next day. This sleep has been so long. No wonder, in the dream, but several months have passed. Everything is still vivid.

"By the way, the bell method." Zhang Jiaohua waved the bell in his hand a few times, and the bell rang. Jinhu, Fugui, Xiaoshuan, Gouwa, and Mancang all appeared in front of Zhang Jiaohua.

"Jinhu...you are finally back, I miss you so much." Zhang Jiaohua immediately got up from the bed.

Jin Hu and the other brats were also very happy when they saw Zhang Jiaohua, with a smile on their faces. They are very different from before. In the past, their expressions didn't change much. Most of the time, they always looked ignorant. But now, they seem to have a little more spirituality. It looks like a living child.

Zhang Youping and Liu Qiaoye harvested the rice all morning and laid down one or two acres of rice fields. When Zhang Youping went to talk to his parents and elder brother yesterday, they didn't have any objections. It's just that the eldest brother and sister-in-law said that they had agreed to go to their natal family to help harvest the late rice. If Zhang Youping harvested the millet this day, they would have no way to help. Although Zhang Youping knew that his eldest brother and sister-in-law were making excuses. Because Zhang Youlian said earlier that the millet in Hu Xiaoqing's natal family was a late-maturing variety, and Zhang Youping was asked to harvest the millet earlier instead of concentrating it all at the back.

Although Zhang Youping was dissatisfied, he didn't say anything. We were originally a big family. When harvesting millet, we harvest together every year. As a result, the elder sister-in-law Hu Xiaoqing tried every means not to help Zhang Youping's family harvest millet. Both Zhang Youping and Liu Qiaoye are very magnanimous, they don't do the same as their elder brothers and sisters-in-law.

Zhang Jiaohua's grandpa and grandma couldn't talk about the eldest son and daughter-in-law, so they could only silently come to help the younger son's family.

In the morning, four people mowed nearly two acres of rice, which was really not easy. Zhang Youping and Liu Qiaoye got up early in the morning, and their hands and feet were quick.

As soon as Liu Qiaoye entered the door, she heard Zhang Jiaohua seem to be talking to someone, and felt nervous for no reason. Zai Zai has not spoken to those children for a long time. But now, what he said seems to be sharing interesting stories with children.

"Mother, you are back." Zhang Jiaohua greeted her excitedly.

"Zai Zai, what did you say in the room just now?" Liu Qiaoye asked.

Zhang Jiaohua was about to tell the truth, when she rolled her eyes, she changed her words again, "Didn't you say anything? I'm just memorizing the text."

Liu Qiaoye could tell that Zhang Jiaohua was lying, but he didn't ask any more questions, at least he sighed in his heart, probably seeing those dirty things again.

"Zai Zai, come here and help mother light the fire. Daddy and grandpa and grandma will be back for dinner soon." Liu Qiaoye didn't even drink his saliva when he came back. He made breakfast without stopping.

When the meal was almost ready, Zhang Youping, Zhang Manyin, and Ma Donghua came back.

"Biaohua, why didn't you go to cut the rice this morning?" Zhang Manyin smiled and gently pinched Zhang Jiaohua's face.

"Dad and mother didn't wake me up." Zhang Jiaohua said innocently.

"I said I didn't call you. I couldn't wake you up even if I shook it in the morning. I wanted to scoop up water in the water tank to wake you up, but your father wouldn't let me." Liu Qiaoye said angrily.

"Then you can't blame me. The old Taoist master was sick last night, and he passed on a lot of things to me. This dream is so long." Zhang Jiaohua scratched his head.

Hearing Zai Zai's words, Liu Qiaoye breathed a sigh of relief. She thought that when she came back, she heard Zai Zai talking about something in her dream. Zhang Youping and Liu Qiaoye both regard the old Taoist priest in Zhang Jiaohua's dream as a fairy dream. In this regard, there is no fear. On the contrary, Zhang Manyin and Ma Donghua had worried expressions on their faces.

Zhang Manyin asked tentatively, "What did the old Taoist teach you?"

"The old Taoist master taught me Meishan martial arts." Zhang Jiaohua stood up and performed Meishan Zhuanggong in the kitchen. It is also decent.

Zhang Manyin couldn't understand it, and thought it was just the same as the fancy boxing techniques taught by the boxers in the village. But they don't know that Zhang Jiaohua is the authentic Meishan Neijia Kungfu.

"Oh, not bad. You need to practice martial arts more. You will be a master of martial arts in the future." Zhang Manyin smiled and didn't take it seriously.

After breakfast, Zhang Jiaohua followed his parents to the fields. Although Zhang Jiaohua is just a seven-year-old child, he can be worth half of the labor force in the farmland. Children in rural areas headed their families early, and children in each family began to participate in agricultural labor at a very young age.

The diamond mountain leopard is a mountain dog, and it is more sensitive to things like ghosts than ordinary dogs. As soon as it came back from the outside, it smelled the special smell of Jin Hu and the other five. It resents the taste.

"Wow woof woof..."

The hair of the Diamond Mountain Leopard stood on end, and it kept barking at Jin Hu and the others.

"What happened to the leopard today? Why is it always barking?" Zhang Youping said in surprise.

Liu Qiaoye frowned, and his heart hung up again after letting go.

"Your dog is good, but his ears are too sharp, and he barks non-stop at the slightest movement." Every time Zhang Manyin came to his second son's house, he would be barked by the Diamond Mountain Leopard. The Diamond Mountain Leopard's senses are not good.

Zhang Jiaohua patted the Zuanshan Leopard on the head, "Leopard, don't bark."

Zhang Jiaohua comforted Zuanshanbao, and then Zuanshanbao calmed down. But it still stared at the five ghosts hiding in Zhang Jiaohua's room from time to time.

Jinhu and the others were frightened by the diamond mountain leopard, and the children trembled when they heard the dog barking. Which rural child has not been kicked out by a dog? Everyone looked at the diamond mountain leopard in horror. It's just that they wanted to get closer to Zhang Jiaohua. For them, almost all their thoughts were on Zhang Jiaohua.

The door of Zhang Jiaohua's room was automatic without wind. Although the door swayed slightly, how could it escape Liu Qiaoye's eyes? Liu Qiaoye didn't say anything, and was going to ask Zhang Jiaohua in private after dinner. Fortunately, Zhang Manyin and others focused on this year's harvest.

"Your Kanzi field has a good harvest today. It's not a problem to harvest seven or eight dans of millet. Calculated at one hundred and thirty-one tans, that's more than a thousand catties. The yield per mu is over a thousand catties. What kind of variety do you have?" Zhang Manyin's mind is now full of the golden ears of rice in the rice field, and the harvest is gratifying.

"All the late rice this year is Weiyou 88, a new variety that came out this year. Dad, don't be greedy for cheap. Go to the village seed producer to buy cheap varieties. Although the seeds are much cheaper, the yield is so much lower. Think about it, don't you lose more? You are only a few cents cheaper, and you will lose tens of dollars if you lose a few hundred catties of yield." What Zhang Youping said is a common problem among the old people in the village. Every time they buy rice seeds, they are reluctant to go to the seed company to buy seeds from regular channels. Instead, go to the homes of some seed farmers to buy cheap seeds. There is a problem of not being able to save face. But the most important thing is to resist the temptation. In fact, cheap is not cheap. The germination rate of these irregular seeds is low, and naturally more seeds are needed per acre. In the end, the cost is higher than that of the seed company. And how can the output compare with the new varieties released by seed companies?

"That's the reason." Zhang Manyin regretted it to death now. The yield of the few mu of land he planted was probably 20 to 30 percent lower than that of his second son's family. This is really greedy and cheap.

"Youping, when you go to buy seeds in the future, you call your father." Ma Donghua gave the man a complaining look.

"What a fart. Youping went to Guangdong after the Chinese New Year. You also bought seeds for a fart. Buying seeds for beggars to farm at home?" Zhang Manyin was very annoyed and spoke in a rough voice.

Zhang Jiaohua is not to be outdone, "I can plant. My family's field is not contracted to others. I want to plant it myself."

"Are you farming? Who will do it for you when the time comes? Don't tell me to do it for you. Your grandma and I are old bones. Planting so much land will kill me. Besides, if I do it for you, will your uncle and aunt be willing to do it? At that time, their land will also need to be planted by their grandparents." Zhang Manyin was in a bad mood, but he became angry when he heard Zhang Jiaohua's words.

"Say something casually, son. Why are you yelling? If you don't plant it, don't plant it. Can't talk well? Beggar, ignore your grandpa. He is just an old fool." Ma Donghua was afraid that his son and daughter-in-law would be offended. Originally, this dead old man usually favored his eldest grandson Yuanbao a little, which already made the second daughter-in-law quite complain. Now that I do this again, I'm afraid the resentment in my heart will become even stronger.

Zhang Youping was careless and careless, and he didn't have any thoughts about his parents, "That's right, Zai Zai, grandpa is right. Farming is not such an easy task. You can carry a burden of more than one hundred catties? After the New Year, you still go to live with your grandparents. You don't need to do anything. Study hard and learn more things is the right way."

"No, I live at home alone. I have hands and feet, and I can take care of myself." Zhang Jiaohua pouted. He put a bunch of vegetables in his own bowl, and ran into the room with the bowl.

"See how you have spoiled your child." Zhang Manyin was somewhat dissatisfied with his grandson's attitude.

Ma Donghua kicked Zhang Manyin under the table, "The beggar has a strong personality, so don't worry about these things, just tell him slowly. In fact, the beggar is still very sensible."

But Liu Qiaoye knew that Zai Zai was different from other children. Especially in the past few months, there have been too many changes. At one point, Liu Qiaoye was a little puzzled, is this still her own cub? Liu Qiaoye knew better that it would not be easy to change Zai Zai's mind. But after the new year, the couple will go to Guangdong. If Zai Zai can't change his mind by then, what should we do? And now there are even bigger problems. Liu Qiaoye glanced at Zhang Jiaohua's room, and the door was closed.

As soon as Zhang Jiaohua entered the room, Jin Hu and others surrounded Zhang Jiaohua.

"I won't live in anyone's house. I'll just live in my own house. I can support myself. I don't need to rely on anyone!" Zhang Jiaohua said, and took a big mouthful of rice. It was as if this meal suddenly became his own enemy.

After breakfast and a little rest, the family went to work in the fields again.

"Zai Zai, are you going to work in the fields with us? Or drying millet at home?" Liu Qiaoye asked.

"I don't stay at home. I let the leopard stay at home and keep the chickens from quarreling." Zhang Jiaohua changed into a pair of shorts, put on a vest, and was gearing up to go to work in the field.

Liu Qiaoye looked at it, and couldn't laugh or cry, "You just wear this? That's not acceptable, you have to wear long-sleeved clothes. Otherwise, He Yezi will cut you all over your body."

The leaves of the rice have jagged edges, and being cut by the grass leaves is like being cut by a sickle. Although it is not very sharp, it is enough to cut the delicate skin of the beggar.

Liu Qiaoye quickly went to find another old coat for Zhang Jiaohua to change into.

Zhang Manyin was bullied by his grandson for a while, and he complained in his heart that his second son and daughter-in-law were too spoiled, his face was gloomy, and without saying a word, he walked into the field with a sickle.

"Don't pay attention to your grandpa. He just has such a temper." Ma Donghua stroked her little grandson's head.

Zhang Jiaohua went to work in the field, Jin Hu and the others followed.

Zhang Youping and Zhang Manyin were carrying the threshing machine. This threshing machine was assigned from the production team. Made of miscellaneous wood, it is very thick and naturally very heavy. It takes two big men to lift it. In order to reduce the weight, the cover plate on the threshing machine was removed, and Liu Qiaoye carried it with a dustpan. Ma Donghua carried two baskets of grain. Zhang Jiaohua followed behind empty-handed. In his hand he held a sickle.

Jin Hu and the others followed behind Zhang Jiaohua, each holding a sickle in his hand, but why are their sickles so dazzling? Zhang Jiaohua looked behind from time to time. To others, it looked very strange. Zhang Jiaohua kept turning his head to look at someone, but there was no one behind him.

In the weather of late autumn, even on a sunny day, the sun will not be very poisonous, but you can feel the warmth of autumn. There are a few wisps of white clouds floating in the clear sky. Eagles spread their wings and hover in the sky, and white egrets line up in the sky.

The roar of the threshing machine can be heard everywhere in the field, and the villagers are struggling to step on the threshing machine. Stepping on a threshing machine is not an easy job. When the rice ears are put into the grain inlet of the threshing machine, the long grass leaves will be tightly wrapped around the wire teeth on the threshing machine roller, until they are broken into pieces by the wire teeth. The millet splashed around under the impact of the roller, and most of them were stopped by the baffle and fell into the grain silo of the threshing machine.

Zhang Jiaohua's task is to hand over the rice to Zhang Youping and Zhang Manyin who are standing on the threshing machine. Because Zhang Jiaohua quarreled with his grandpa during the meal, so naturally he would not pass the rice in his hand to grandpa. Zhang Manyin was also dumbfounded. But Zhang Jiaohua can indeed reach a grown man in the field, because he can run faster than Liu Qiaoye and Ma Jinxiu.

The fart boy likes to experience the feeling of stepping on the threshing machine when the adults are resting. Under normal circumstances, adults are also happy to let fart children experience this kind of happiness and suffering. But when Zhang Jiaohua stepped on the threshing machine, strange things happened again.

Zhang Jiaohua took a hand of rice and stood on the threshing machine, stepping on the threshing machine with great difficulty. But all of a sudden, he seemed to gain strength all of a sudden, and he easily stepped on the threshing machine to roar, and the rice was also crackling and threshing inside the threshing machine. After a while, Zhang Jiaohua threw aside the straw that was completely stripped off in one hand.

Zhang Youping and Zhang Manyin, who were still smoking, were stunned. How could it be possible? How could a child of a few years old be able to step on the threshing machine so loudly.

"Calling, calling, what's wrong?" Zhang Manyin's voice trembled.

Zhang Youping stood up in a daze.

Liu Qiaoye's heart skipped a beat, what was going to happen would always happen.

Ma Donghua is a little scared, this grandson is not worrying.

Zhang Jiaohua had a great time. All five of Jinhu squeezed on the threshing machine and stepped on the threshing machine together. Turn the threshing wheel like a hot wheel. The rice is like an assembly line, constantly entering the threshing machine, and the straw flies to the field in a tray.

In a blink of an eye, the barn was almost filled with rice.

Zhang Manyin and Zhang Youping didn't bother to take care of so much, they first fished out the rice and put it into the grain basket.