The psychic walked slowly, but it was difficult to hide his ethereal aura.

I'm almost in tears, brother, I'm finally seeing you. Ruoruo was busy helping me over, but the psychic approached but was smiling: "There is fate." ”

I smiled dryly: "It's quite fateful, didn't you go to worship?"

He shook his head and patted his body, and the dust drifted away in the wind.

"There was an avalanche, and the gods were warning me, so I came back. ”

He is light and gentle, and he is really a rare and unique man in the world. If it's obvious that there is a different color in your eyes, you don't dare to say.

The psychic looked at my eyes and smiled again: "You seem to have experienced something." ”

I said yes, it couldn't be worse. He chuckled: "I mean what has been experienced on the plateau. ”

I was stunned, but he smiled and said nothing, and motioned for me to go with him. If he helped me to go with him, the car would be left on the side of the road.

This way back, until the night arrived, the psychic people were relaxed, and Ruoruo and I were panting and tired enough.

Finally, he returned, and the villagers were overjoyed and hurried to entertain the psychic. I also took the opportunity to eat some good food, and when I was full, I went up the mountain.

This time, if you send me up, you will leave, and the psychic man's sleeve caresses the futon and sweeps away some dust.

He sat cross-legged and my ass hit the ground, barely moving my legs. He didn't care, and asked me softly, "Do you know what you're supposed to worship?"

I said worship the gods of the plateau, and I began to fear them.

He shook his head lightly and nodded: "Do you remember what I told you about zazen exercises?"

I thought for a moment and responded, "Mind does not desire, is full, does not think about food, God does not think about sleep, and so it is about it." ”

He snorted: "You sit in meditation, and the body and mind are ethereal and grasp that trace of thought." ”

I couldn't understand, he smiled: "It's like a dream, if you dream of something you love, you have to grab it, people's minds are very powerful, you can understand it yourself." ”

I still don't understand, it's too mysterious. He made an analogy: "Just like the internal force in your Han mouth, isn't the internal force able to make people reborn?"

I can understand the internal force, but if you think about it, what the hell is the internal force?

But I could only cross the river by feeling the stones, and the psychic gave up his futon and let me sit in meditation.

He lay down on the wooden bed and slept, fearing that he would need to rest after many days of worship.

I can still do zazen, but this time I hurt my muscles and bones, and I'm afraid zazen won't be able to heal me.

I sat down, and it took me half a day to empty my body and mind, and the four fields were peaceful, and I seemed to be able to hear the breathing of the psychic.

The next morning, I was full of energy, but I couldn't stand up a little, not because of numbness, but because the injury had adapted to my sitting, and now standing up was naturally a sharp pain.

The psychic was gone, and I moved out of the door to check, but I saw him carrying two buckets of water.

He came up and didn't speak, but drank a scoop of water and handed me a scoop. As soon as I drank it, it was really cool, and this water was so comfortable to drink.

He asked me if I had caught that thought, and I said no, and he nodded, "Soon." ”

I was full of confidence, and I sat for another week, stunned and didn't feel anything, and the psychic still chuckled: "It's almost there." ”

I don't understand this mystery, so I can only continue. After a month, I feel that my injuries are getting better, and the wounds are a little numb.

This is not the credit of Zen Gong, it can only be said that it is the human body healing itself.

I asked the psychic if he could give me a hint and teach me kung fu.

He pondered for a moment, and asked me to see if the water in the bucket was moving.

I looked over and didn't move. On weekdays, there are villagers who deliver food and water, and he doesn't know what to do when he carries these two buckets of water.

I was puzzled, he pointed to the distant snow-capped mountain: "At this moment, a snow-capped mountain has collapsed, can you feel it?"

How can I feel this distance of 108,000 miles? He laughed: "You can look at the water, stand and watch, and you don't have to care whether you are sitting in meditation or standing on a stake." ”

Could it be that the fluctuations of the snow-capped mountains have come here?

I looked down at the bucket, and the water in it was so clear that the psychic seemed to change it every day.

I just watched carefully, and there was not a single ripple on the surface of the water, and it was completely dead.

My reflection was also in there, and it looked awkward.

The psychic must have had his intentions, and I watched with wide eyes, motionless, holding my breath.

It was quiet all around, and there seemed to be some kind of animal cry not far away, but it felt far away. The psychic in the room sat calmly, and the place was as deserted as a snow-capped mountain.

At a certain moment, the surface of the water suddenly moved, and a very small circle of ripples rippled away, colliding back and forth several times and disappearing.

I rubbed my eyes and said the water moved. The psychic chuckled, "Really? Can you be sure it's not a delusion?"

I was stunned, and yes, the ability of human eyes is limited, and it is difficult to determine whether it is moving or not by staring at something for a long time.

I just kept watching, and the water was still calm, but every once in a while it would move, as if I had been disturbed by something.

My eyes were sour, but my heart was becoming clearer and clearer, like this water wave, which suddenly moved in great peace.

When the last rays of the setting sun dissipated, the water moved again. I seemed to have realized something, and sat down on the spot, closed my eyes and pondered.

Everything is ethereal, is the water really moving? Is the fluctuation of the snow-capped mountains coming here?

I can't know, I just don't understand at the moment, but I have to sit in meditation.

I sat for a few days, never got up again, everything was quiet in my head, but at a certain moment I felt that something was moving, and that was the mind that the psychic said?

When my mind moved again, I finally "caught" it, and it did move.

It all goes by the question, and I can't say exactly what I'm in. Senior brother's soft qigong is probably the same reason, senior brother is "capturing" qi, and I am "capturing" ideas.

When I opened my eyes, the sky was bright, and the distant red sun in the east shone brightly, and my body was warm and comfortable.

Standing up again, the bucket was still there, and there was no shock inside.

The psychic sat next to him and looked at the sun, and I said how long have I been sitting?

I was startled, and immediately felt my stomach growl with hunger, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Do you have any feelings?"

I can't tell, it's hard to describe.

He nodded and whispered, "If you can be clear, you must never want to step into the world again." ”

I don't quite understand what he means, but I'm just a lot better.

He didn't say much, let me continue to look at the water.

I just watched, and after watching for a while, I couldn't help but sit cross-legged and "capture" that thought.

I thought to myself, Senior Brother and so many qigong masters, have been "capturing" that trace of qi for decades? The mind is like water, the body and mind are ethereal, and there is only pneumatic movement.

I've lost track of time, and the longer I stay, the more peaceful I become, and I feel like I'm hooked on that feeling.

When I woke up suddenly, the water in the bucket was rippling, and my heart trembled.

I don't know when, my body has healed, and I can feel a trace of wonderful qi at any time. I reached into the water, and the ripples became more chaotic and could not be stopped any longer.

I said I should go. The psychic sighed lightly: "It's a pity. ”

I said what was a pity? He said it's a pity that I gave up halfway. I had a vague feeling that if I continued to stay here, I would become someone else, like him.

I said what if I didn't give up halfway?

He smiled: "The Han people are obsessed with the secret art of Zen Buddhism, you have to get the trick and don't enter, it is also fate, the world is disturbed, you and I have no chance." ”

I pondered for a long time and bowed to him: "Thank you, Master, for your teachings. ”

He waved his hand and looked at the water surface that had been disturbed by me: "The snowy mountain has collapsed again, you don't want to come again, the gods don't welcome you." ”

I said goodbye and left, still wondering what I had been doing these days.

I just looked at my fist and wondered, is that soft qigong? Or is it one of the soft qigongs in the world, am I a beginner or a master?

I closed my eyes and stared, and suddenly slammed my fist on the tree next to me, which shook violently and was knocked crooked by me.

I didn't feel any pain in my hands, like an ethereal feeling in zazen.

I pondered again, thinking as I went, when I suddenly noticed that my feet were wet, and a few trickles were flowing down, and it was the water of the bucket, and the psychic had poured the water.

I was stunned for a while, and then shook my head and left, I don't want to think about it, whether it's Zen secret arts, soft qigong, in short, I'm fine, I can understand the way of pretending to be forced, and I can go down the mountain to pretend to be forced by myself.