I am a descendant of the Xuanmen, because my grandfather's father, who was also my maternal great-grandfather, was a Xuanmen Chinese. The five techniques of Xuanmen are mountain, medicine, life, phase, and divination. Among the five laws, mountains are the most important. The other four dharmas are all in the service of the mountain. And the so-called mountain is also the immortal. The people in the Xuanmen, no matter what, are all for the sake of attaining the Tao and ascending to immortals, living forever, and not invading all diseases.

Man is the spirit of all things, the fastest to practice, the easiest to attain the Tao, but because of the mundane disturbances, it is also the most difficult to find the Tao.

And the reason why I am a descendant of Xuanmen is not because of my maternal great-grandfather. If you want to ask why, I can only tell you that the gears of fate are running again, and even I don't know. Perhaps my maternal great-grandfather was just a guide, a little spin in the wheel of my destiny.

Having said all this, my maternal great-grandfather was actually a practitioner of the Xuanmen Zhongmei Technique and Physiognomy Technique. And I am a practitioner of mountain arts, and I also know more or less about the rest of the techniques.

And it really started when I was seventeen years old, and that year I came to this city, this school, this class. I got to know these classmates, these teachers, these officials, these businessmen, and so on. And it is from these places that all the stories unfold between these people.

I still remember the moment I walked into the school.

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"Hello senior sister, I am a freshman in the 18th class - Xinyi, please advise. ”

The senior sister glanced at me between her eyebrows, although she was politely looking for someone to help me with the registration process, but she hid an imperceptible disgust. I know that I was dressed in ordinary clothes, and I was holding a keyboard that only an old man would use. At a glance, I knew that it was a poor student from a poor ravine. Even if you look beautiful, after all, the university is half a society, and the poor who have no money will always be sympathized, pitied, and even looked down upon.

I'm used to looking at them, or I don't care about them at all, because it doesn't seem to me that there is essentially any difference between a person as honorable as the president and prime minister of a country and as inconspicuous as a street sweeper or a begging disabled person.

In the eyes of God, they are all ants-like beings, and in the eyes of Buddhas, they are a group of people to be educated.

In my eyes, they are all equal, they are all doing their own things in their own positions, bearing their own pains, getting their own joys, and finally they are all buried deep in the loess and then start the reincarnation of the next life.

This is what the Buddha said, all beings are equal, and God or what you think is a superior person is not much more noble than you, and you are not much more noble or inferior than others. Fate and reincarnation are equal for all people, depending on whether it is a past, this life, or a future life.

The things to check in are very simple, notices, campus cards, phone cards. As for the tuition fee, everyone who has been to college knows that it will generally give you a bank card before the start of the semester, and you only need to activate it with your ID card and deposit the tuition fee. So, I just paid the money for the phone card and campus card and followed a senior to the dormitory building to pick up the bedding, and the big bags went into the dormitory.

The dormitory is a four-person dormitory, and I am the bunk on the right side of the window. Generally, universities are all about going to bed and going to the table. It's no different here. I was the only one in the dormitory. Later I learned that the other three were from this province. I'm the only one from the province. You have to save money and sit on a green train for more than ten hours, and report to school alone. I didn't have a ticket, so I came all the way standing.

Maybe you find it incredible or admire my courage, but I just want to say that it's all normal for me.

Check-in is three days. August 30 to September 1. And I arrived at school on August 30th. So, I was alone that night. After packing all my things, I was really hungry. The university is also really big, and I walked for more than ten minutes to the big supermarket and bought a bag of potato chips and a box of instant noodles. I was reluctant, but I couldn't help it, the canteen was closed, and it was too expensive outside.