My Taoist Career

"No, I live at home on Sundays, pick up your ass." Just kidding, I don't want to stay on the mountain all day long, and the way up the mountain into the bamboo forest, only me and Jiang old man can walk, my family When they come, we have to pick them up. Fortunately, the mountains are open, and we can definitely hear them shouting.

"Go home? Sanbaer, have you completed the task your master gave you this week? Can you go home?" Su Rou looked unwilling, damn, what kind of brother do you think this is?For food, I would rather suffer!

But as soon as Su Rou mentioned this, I became 'decadent' again. I really haven't finished the task this week, and I can't get back home, so I have to wait for my family to visit me.

Old man Jiang, an 'old liar', used to say that he could go home and live on weekends, but now he has a task, and if he can't complete it, he can't go home...

While talking, Su Rou was almost home, I said goodbye to him, and started walking up the mountain with a 'heavy' heart.

Speaking of which, old man Jiang lived not too far from the village, and I was familiar with walking again. After about half an hour, I returned to the hut on the mountain. I walked all the way without blushing or panting.

"Are you back?" Old man Jiang smiled, holding his purple clay pot, and took a sip of tea, looking carefree.

"I'm back." Corresponding to this was my weakness.

"It's just right, I'm hungry, I'm waiting for you to light a fire to cook. For a while, the winter bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest are just right. Go and get some. We'll fry some tender bamboo shoots tonight. In addition, there is a piece of wild rabbit meat left yesterday." , I'll put it in..." Jiang old man ordered repeatedly.

"Master, I still have to do my homework." In fact, protesting is invalid, but I just want to protest.

"Do homework and cook. Remember to use the blowing method I taught you when making a fire, and the 'wrist movement method' I taught you when cooking. If you dare to be lazy, I will practice the monkey shape for Lao Tzu tonight. No, it's in the shape of an ape." Old man Jiang snorted angrily, as if he had just been wronged by the world.

It was night, a round of cold moonlight shone on the open space in front of the bamboo building, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, except for the occasional cry of an unknown animal.

Winter nights are always windy and very cool, but I still sweat profusely in a single shirt and trousers.

'Bang' another apple core was accurately pinned on me, I panted heavily, and yelled with some dissatisfaction: "Master, you threw me eight times tonight."

"It's useless to throw you eighty times. How many times have I told you that the Wuqinxi in Zhongzhong is not just about training its shape, but about matching the correct breathing method, paying attention to the flow of the breath in one breath, so as to achieve health preservation. The function of strengthening the body. Just like martial arts training, it also pays attention to containing the inner energy but not revealing it. Once the energy is released, the strength will also be released. You are also panting heavily, are you playing monkeys? Or are you tired from chasing chickens. "Old man Jiang was sitting on the promenade in front of the bamboo building to watch me practice boxing. When I retorted, he became angry, and jumped in front of me while talking.

"I have to do movements again, and I have to do such strange breathing movements, such as three long and one short, some exhaling, drinking and coordination, and some breathing with the mouth and nose interchanged. Master, isn't it all in one breath?" I rubbed Sweating a little, he squatted on the ground a little rambunctiously.

I was really tired, cooking, doing my homework, and copying the "Tao Te Ching" that I didn't finish copying in the morning. After I finished, I had to practice this several times.

Old man Jiang wanted to say something else, but he saw me yawn, but he didn't say anything after all.

After being silent for a while, Old Man Jiang took out a dirty handkerchief from nowhere and threw it to me; "Wipe off your sweat, come in for some soup, and take a bath."

"Is there still soup to drink?" I never thought I could get this kind of treatment.

"Oh, if you are poor and don't practice boxing, even those who practice martial arts don't make up, and their bodies will fall off before they are 50 years old, let alone people who practice Taoism! People who practice Taoism pay more attention to the way of keeping in good health. When it comes to nutrition, what's the use of Qi and body training? Unless you reach a higher level, but that's a legend." Old Jiang said a few words very seriously, then pulled me up and led me to the kitchen.

The so-called kitchen is just a part of the back corridor of the small bamboo building, with a shed built above and a few simple small stoves made below.

At this time, there was an earthen pot on one of the small stoves. The earthen pot was steaming, and there was a "gurgling" sound inside, and there was an inexplicable fragrance in the air.

It was a light smell of meat mixed with a smell of medicine, which made me swallow after being tired and hungry.

"Look at you." The old man Jiang looked amused, and couldn't help saying a sentence of old Beijing dialect. Since going up the mountain, the old man Jiang has taught me to speak Mandarin, and the daily conversation is often exchanged between Sichuan dialect and Beijing dialect. Come.

He told me: "In the future, you will have to travel far and wide. It is always good to be able to speak Mandarin. In the future, you will also learn some dialects from various places."

Old man Jiang is rare to be kind, and I am also happy to enjoy it. Looking at the crock pot with fragrance, I just smirked.

"It's cheap you kid, who told you that you are my apprentice, otherwise I wouldn't take out these treasures. This is to eat a little bit, and a little bit less. It doesn't matter if you are 15 years old, you have to think of a way." Jiang old man He opened the earthen pot, and a more intense fragrance came to his face.

I was so greedy that my stomach started growling, so I didn't listen carefully to Jiang's words, but asked, "Master, don't you want to drink?"

"It's useless if I drink it, it's a waste! Some things are determined by fortune telling..." Old man Jiang's tone suddenly became a little sad, which inexplicably made me feel sad too.

I can't tell why, but when old man Jiang said this, I panicked in my heart.

But at the next moment, old man Jiang stared and shouted, "Don't you go get the bowl? Do you want me to pour it?"

I hurried to get a bowl, and the old man Jiang cherished the soup in the earthen jar and filled it up for me.

Under the oil lamp, I saw that the soup was slightly blackened, but I couldn't hide the clear and lovely appearance. I recognized the meat as bird meat, but I didn't know what kind of bird it was. There were some medicinal residues in the soup, and I didn't even know. What is it.

"This meat is wild pigeon meat. Eat it quickly. It's delicious. You can swallow it with your tongue. The recipe for making this soup is second brother..." Old man Jiang closed his mouth as he said that, his expression changed very strange.

I didn't care about the heat, so I took a sip of the soup, it was really delicious, but I was still very curious when I heard the second brother, my master still has the second brother?

"Who is the second brother?"

"What second brother, I'm still your second uncle." Old man Jiang stared and roared: "Give me this pot of soup, and finish the meat. I'll cook the fragrant soup. Come and help me after you finish eating." Boil the water! If you dare not wash the dishes, hum..."

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I had a full stomach and then soaked in the fragrant soup. At that time, I thought it was the happiest thing in my life. I will never forget that scene. I was soaking in that big bathtub, from time to time Playing with water, Jiang old man smoked a pipe of dry tobacco beside him.

Old man Jiang seldom smokes dry tobacco, that is, when I make fragrant soup, I will smoke a pipe, usually very occasionally, because before making soup, I often take medicinal food, so as long as it is making fragrant soup, I am very likely to They would all fall asleep, only to be picked up by old man Jiang, rubbed indiscriminately, and then thrown to bed.

Every night, what I look forward to the most is that moment, such a warm moment after a tiring and fulfilling day.

In a blink of an eye, it was another year. I turned 9 years old, entered the third grade of primary school, and stayed in the mountains for a year and a half.

In this year and a half, I didn't learn the "mysterious" ability of the old man Jiang, but I learned a lot of other miscellaneous things in my eyes, such as reciting "Tao Te Ching", such as Wu Qin Xi, such as Tai Chi Etc., etc.

It was another very ordinary winter morning, I got up from the bed at 5 o'clock as usual, after washing up, I came to the promenade of the bamboo building.

Facing the empty and quiet bamboo forest, I took a deep breath and started tapping my teeth. This is a must-do homework in the morning.

The tongue touches the upper palate, the left tooth buckles, and when it reaches the right tooth, it is changed to knocking, and the cycle is repeated 36 times before it is considered to be over.

Then, I started to stir the gums up and down with my tongue until the mouth was full of fluid, and then swallowed in three mouthfuls. Every time I swallowed, there was a thunderous sound. Of course, I used great force when swallowing. Swallow the body fluid to the dantian, if you can't do it at first, you can try hard to imagine that it is flowing into the dantian.

After finishing this trivial tooth-and-tongue kung fu, I rubbed my hands vigorously to heat them up. While my palms were still hot, I completely covered my ears, hugged my ten fingers to the back of my head, and pressed my middle finger with my index finger. The fingertips of the index fingers flicked on the back of the head, fifty times each.

Of course, the old man Jiang mentioned a few acupuncture points, but most of them are on the back of the head, and the effect is similar, so I will be lazy if I can.

These tasks are very troublesome, but I can't escape every morning and have to do it. Sometimes I think about perfunctory things. Every time this happens, old man Jiang will suddenly appear behind me, and then Definitely punishment.

After finishing these, I will go to the kitchen to boil water to wash the rice, and then wake up the old man Jiang, he said, as I have more and more "homework" in the morning, as long as I burn the water, wash the rice, and then He will cook the next breakfast.

After waking up Old Man Jiang, I would jog three times around the bamboo forest, then stop in the small pool, and start practicing the Sixteen Ingots of Gold Jue. I lift it up as soon as I inhale it, and the qi returns to my navel, and swallow it as soon as I lift it up. , these simple sixteen characters, I have practiced and have not yet fully mastered them.

But the old man Jiang said that this formula has many benefits, especially good for the body and health, so I must stick to it.

After finishing all this, it is almost six o'clock in the morning, and the school starts at eight o'clock. I have to leave an hour and a half for walking. This time was not enough before, but now I find that my pace is getting lighter and lighter, and an hour and a half is not enough. You can walk to the school.

Ten minutes past six is ​​meal time. Before the meal, Old Man Jiang will often do Tai Chi with me for 10 minutes. In other words: "An empty air, no rhyme, let alone momentum."

Today's breakfast is very rich. In addition to the thick porridge, 2 boiled eggs, and 2 side dishes, there are also steaming big steamed buns, which are steamed buns on weekdays.

"What are you looking at? You were already asleep when I was making the stuffing for the buns last night. If it wasn't for your birthday, I wouldn't have given you the buns." Old man Jiang scolded me a few times, but then stuffed the buns into my hand inside.

I was startled, and then I remembered that today is my birthday, and I am already nine years old.

"Master, do you still remember my birthday?" I took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and said in my heart that I was not moved, it was a lie.

"Why don't you remember, other birthdays are fine, you should celebrate when your baby is nine, come back early today, and give you something, when you are ten, I should give you some words . " Old man Jiang said, but he didn't explain to me why I should celebrate after nine.

I snorted and sipped the porridge, and agreed wholeheartedly, but I didn't know what Old Man Jiang was going to give me.