80s Taoism

Zhang Jiaohua has been looking around, what he is looking for is not rare, and there are many versions. Without much effort, Zhang Jiaohua found his target this time.

"Boss, how do you sell this Neijing map?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

The stall owner looked at Zhang Jiaohua, and then at the surrounding area, a little too lazy to answer, "Go and look elsewhere. I'm busy now.".

Zhang Jiaohua said angrily, "What are you busy with? No ghost has come to the door for a long time."

"Fuck! Tongyan Wuji! Tongyan Wuji! Bastard, don't talk nonsense. There are some things you can't say in Panjiayuan. You want this picture of Neijing? This picture of Neijing is authentic, and it's not something you, a child, can afford. Call your adults and I'll bargain with you," the stall owner said impatiently.

"Is this the real one? Then do you know which era your Neijing picture is from?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"At least it's from the Ming and Qing dynasties. Look at the paper, look at the patina. Hey, I'm telling you a kid." The stall owner rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

"Then do you know what this picture is used for?" Zhang Jiaohua asked again.

"What else can it be used for? Naturally, it is used for cultivation." The stall owner looked at it, pointed to the picture proudly and said, "If you ask this Xuanxuan, you will get it, and there is nothing more mysterious than this Xuanxuan. Once you hear this sentence, you should know."

"Boss, since your picture is authentic, why is it still printed on it, and the price is 0.5 yuan?" Zhang Jiaohua pointed to the bottom of the picture and said.

The stall owner blushed, and quickly took a closer look, and sure enough, the date of printing and the price were printed underneath. But he quickly adjusted, "What I'm saying is that this picture is a reprint of the original. It's a limited edition. It's rare now. If you want it, I can give it to you at a lower price. At least one hundred yuan."

"Your original price is only 50 cents. It was printed in 1980s, and I will give you five yuan at most." Zhang Jiaohua said.

When the stall owner collected it, he didn’t pay attention to this obvious defect. After spending more than a dozen yuan, he naturally refused to sell it for five yuan. “Fifty cents in the 1980s was at least equivalent to tens of yuan now. At least fifty yuan, otherwise I would rather keep it for myself. Maybe after taking it back, I will understand the mystery above, and then I will become a Daluo fairy.”

"Ten yuan, or you can keep it for yourself. Panjiayuan still has several versions of this kind of picture." Zhang Jiaohua took out ten yuan and pretended to leave.

The stall owner quickly took ten yuan from Zhang Jiaohua's hand, directly stuffed the picture into Zhang Jiaohua's hand, and sold the printed matter from 1980s here as an antique. He couldn't afford to lose that person.

Zhang Jiaohua went to buy several editions of the Neijing map, and only spent a total of more than 100 yuan. Naturally, most of the Neijing maps here are printed. There are some imitations collected in some shops, which are of slightly higher value, but to Zhang Jiaohua, these are of no significance. For him, the Neijing Diagram is more important than the content of the diagram.

The Neijing Diagram and the Memory Palace have the same effect. Combining the two, in Zhang Jiaohua's eyes, it becomes a secret book of cultivation.

The Meishan spells that Zhang Jiaohua learned from the old Taoist master were all relatively superficial spells after all. Although he obtained the inheritance of the real Meishan spells later, it was still extremely difficult for Zhang Jiaohua to practice. After all, it is a vicissitudes of life. How many years have passed, and the current cultivation environment is very different from the era when the orthodoxy was passed on. The resources for cultivating the Tao are scarce, and there is no necessary assistance and guidance. If Zhang Jiaohua continues to practice like a blind man, the possibility of going crazy is much greater than the possibility of success.

All this made Zhang Jiaohua feel confused, but when he saw the memory palace, Zhang Jiaohua suddenly felt a bright light in his eyes, combined with the pictures of the inner classics he had seen before, Zhang Jiaohua seemed to have found a very suitable path for him to cultivate. Why can't I build a Neijing map just like building a memory palace.

Zhang Jiaohua had seen the Neijing Diagram before, but at that time it felt very obscure and difficult to understand. Although the Neijing Diagram did not look complicated, Zhang Jiaohua always felt at a loss as to how to construct it. But after seeing the memory palace, many confusing places immediately became clear.

Zhang Jiaohua returned to Wu Yuan's home with a few picture scrolls, Wu Yuan opened the picture scrolls that Zhang Jiaohua had bought, and burst out laughing.

"Beggar, why didn't you call me when you went to Panjiayuan? You were fooled. These are not authentic works. Have you seen this? These are prints from a bad street. I can get you as many pictures as you want." Wu Yuan said gloatingly.

"Why are you so happy to see me suffer so much? It seems like I have some deep hatred with me?" Zhang Jiaohua looked at Wu Yuan without explaining anything.

Wu Yuan smiled embarrassedly, "Tell me, which company did you get cheated from? I'll go to them tomorrow and help you get your money back."

"I bought this, why are you returning it?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"You've been fooled. These are all printed materials." Wu Yuan suddenly realized that something was wrong, as if things were different from what he thought. Why doesn't this guy feel like he's been cheated?

"I bought it when I knew it was a printed matter. It's so cheap." Zhang Jiaohua laughed.

"Prints are not collectibles, ah, you know?" Wu Yuan was stunned for a moment, the weirdness is really here!

"I use this picture. Anyway, it's not expensive, it's only over a hundred dollars." Zhang Jiaohua laughed.

Only then did Wu Yuan realize that the person being tricked was not Zhang Jiaohua, but himself. It's really unreasonable, can't this kid suffer a loss?

"Forget it, tell you that you don't understand, I have to go in and study it carefully." Zhang Jiaohua entered the room with the pictures of the inner classics.

Wu Yuan stared blankly at Zhang Jiaohua walking away with a few bundles of scrolls in his arms, and muttered, "I'll go stand for another hour to do the exercises."

In Zhang Jiaohua's Sea of ​​Consciousness, a tinkling stream suddenly appeared. The stream was not illusory, but formed by his spiritual power, but it was not a real stream. Zhang Jiaohua transformed pebbles of various colors with spiritual power at the bottom of the water. The sunlight shone on the stream, sparkling, and the colorful pebbles at the bottom of the water were like gems. Zhang Jiaohua also wanted to transform into various plants, and even various small fish, but at this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy. The consciousness retreated from the sea of ​​consciousness. It turns out that it is not easy to construct one's own cultivation map in the sea of ​​consciousness. However, Zhang Jiaohua knew that he had something to do in the future.

Fucha Haoyue suddenly found that Zhang Jiaohua was not as focused on studying every day as before, and thought that Zhang Jiaohua was proud and complacent, "You brat, if you have a little grade, you will be cocky, how can you do this? Your Changqing Middle School is actually just a very ordinary school in the capital, and you can't even enter the top ten. It will be difficult for you to enter a key high school by then."

Zhang Jiaohua is not worried at all, "Sister Haoyue, don't worry. I can't help you. I'm learning a new method of memory recently, and I think I'll be able to learn it in a few days. When the time comes, I have a photographic memory. I'll make sure to memorize all the knowledge points in junior high school. It won't be a problem to get in the top of the school."

"What method of memory?" Fucha Haoyue was also a former academic master, and when he talked about the method of memory, he naturally became interested.

"This book was given to me by my classmate, and I can't buy it in China. It is said to be a very powerful memory method. I have almost learned the essence of this method now, and I will be able to master this method in a few days." Zhang Jiaohua can only use the memory palace book as a cover.

Fucha Haoyue took it over and looked at it, "I've heard of this book. I heard that many people abroad admire this book. There are not many people in China who know this book. But I heard that this method is not suitable for anyone. Don't be too attached to this book. If it really doesn't work, don't rush to learn this memory method now. When you are admitted to a key high school in the future, you have time to study slowly. Haste makes waste. Understand?"

Zhang Jiaohua nodded, "I know. Don't worry, sister, I have already found the right direction, and I should gain something soon."

As a cultivator, Zhang Jiaohua has the ability of photographic memory, so the memory method of the memory palace is actually not very useful to him. But the cultivation map is what Zhang Jiaohua cares about at present. If one can cultivate a Taoism Map, it may be able to make one's cultivation a step further. The world is not as simple as it seems. There may be many more dangerous existences like the one below the haunted house.

As a monk, Zhang Jiaohua knew that one day he would face the powerful existence hidden under the haunted house. If you want to finally achieve the Dao, there are more dangerous hurdles to overcome one by one. For these hurdles, you can't count on anyone, and you can only rely on yourself.

As for going to school, Zhang Jiaohua thinks he will continue, but these will not become the main part of his life.

It only took more than 20 days to fulfill his rhetoric, and Zhang Jiaohua's status in the second class of the third year was raised a lot. The teacher began to pay attention, and the students also tried to come and socialize. There are always so many realities in reality, whether you care about it or not, everything will happen.

Zhang Jiaohua's life is very simple, every day to use every opportunity to build a map of the inner classics. But for several days, in Zhang Jiaohua's sea of ​​consciousness, there was still only that stream. And beautiful pebbles in the stream. Fucha Haoyue tried every means to find a lot of review materials, wishing to uncover Zhang Jiaohua's skull and pour in all the things that might be tested for high school.

Fortunately, Zhang Jiaohua's memory is super powerful, otherwise most of these materials would be wasted. Zhang Jiaohua would spare some time every day to turn the materials prepared by Fucha Haoyue into his memory.

When it was time for the senior high school entrance examination, Zhang Jiaohua finally breathed a sigh of relief. On the contrary, Fucha Haoyue became even more nervous. Fearing that Zhang Jiaohua would not perform well and fail the high school entrance examination, he asked for leave to accompany the examination.

"Sister, you don't have to be so nervous. Wasn't my last mock exam the first place in our class? Isn't it easy to get into a key high school?" Zhang Jiaohua wanted Fucha Haoyue to relax a little.

"You are tied for first place. You are tied for third place in your school. If you perform a little worse, you may not be able to make it into the top ten." Fucha Haoyue compared the Changqing Middle School mock test scores.