Speaking of qigong, it has existed in the sea of hot summer for at least a thousand years, and the term "qigong" was first seen in Taoist texts in the Tang Dynasty, and it was also recorded in the Song Dynasty, but it rarely appeared since then. Gymnastics, breathing techniques, and meditation techniques were widespread before 1949, but at that time they were not uniformly called qigong, but existed under various names in various organizations, mystic groups, kung fu guilds, and even medical families.

It wasn't until 1949 that the term "qigong" became widespread and frequent in the Chinese language, and gradually became a global concept – referring specifically to those physical techniques that came from the hot summer. The real rise of qigong was in the 80s, when the whole country was involved in this madness of qigong, tens of millions of people across the country practiced qigong, and "qigong masters" were treated and sought after by celebrities. At that time, dozens of qigong newspapers and periodicals and a large number of academic works on qigong were produced across the country. In addition, there are qigong medical centers and qigong performances that can be found everywhere.

Even in the official and scientific circles, this craze has been valued and recognized.

Lin Bufan followed the address told by his father and found this venue called Xingyun.

This Nebula Pavilion is located at the foot of Wu Mountain, is a three-story antique building, red lacquer pillars, spiral building, the top is an octagonal dragon, and the cover is tiles.

This Nebula Pavilion existed before the liberation, and I heard that it was a place where a monk who issued a Nebula did talk about Buddhism, and this building was named after this monk.

"Alas!" Lin Bufan shook his head and said in his heart: A good monument has now become a place for gods to cheat money.

After walking a few steps, Lin Bufan suddenly stood up, and there was a plane tree in the middle of the courtyard, with a thick trunk and withered branches and leaves.

On the side of the tree stood a sign with a nebula planted on it.

Lin Bufan suddenly remembered something.

History is so subtle.

He smiled and looked at the sky, and black clouds drifted in the distance......

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him.

Lin Bufan walked directly to the third floor, and there was a middle-aged woman sitting in the corridor on the third floor, wearing a white robe, like the kind of clothes that do tai chi, her hair was coiled up, and she poked it with a hairpin.

looks like a Taoist aunt, and looks like an aunt who collects tickets in the toilet.

Lin Bufan didn't understand the rules and went straight to the gate on the third floor.

"Stop." The woman grabbed Lin Bufan.

"How?"

"What do you say? Don't you pay for listening to Master Zhang's lectures? ”

"How much?"

"One."

"How much is one?"

"100." The woman pursed her lips and looked unhappy, "Why do you not understand the rules so much, and come to the class for the first time?" ”

"Well, I'm here." Lin Bufan paid 100.

In 99, the salary in many areas was only more than 500, which was probably the most expensive ticket at that time.

The main door is at the end of the hallway.

Lin Bufan was startled as soon as he entered.

Nima, there were a lot of people sitting in the dark.

It is estimated that there are more than 300 people, men, women and children, staring at the stage with their eyes and expressions reverently.

Lin Bufan found an empty seat in the back row and sat down, and then looked at Master Zhang on the stage.

Master Zhang is known as the 13th generation head of Longshan, and his master Qianlong Master personally passed on Qianlong Qigong to him.

In those days, there were many factions of qigong, some were grafted, such as grafting to the Emei faction, saying that they were Emei qigong; There are so-called self-created, such as Peacock King Qigong, and the names are very loud.

There are also people like Zhang Tianhao who are open-mouthed, nonsense about a sect, and a master.

On the stage, Zhang Tianhao was dressed as a Taoist priest, with long hair coiled up, poking a jade and green ancient hairpin, a goatee on his chin, and a pair of cloth shoes, looking really a bit Taoist style.

"Then move on to the next link, a father and son came today...... Where is it? Zhang Haotian looked down the stage.

At this time, a father and son stood up in the crowd, the father was about 60 years old, dressed in good clothes, with white hair, and a slumped back, with a painful expression of being tormented by the years. The son on the side is around 40 years old and looks quite normal.

Father and son walked onto the stage.

Zhang Tianhao said: "This father and son are from Liaoshan Province, thousands of kilometers away, and they came here to find me for treatment. ”

The father looked at everyone with desolate eyes, and said in an authentic old mountain accent: "Hello everyone, I am from Liaoshan, this is my son, when he was 7 years old, I took him into the mountains to hunt, I didn't expect to meet the bear blind, my son was scared and fainted on the spot, I tried my best, ran with my son in my arms, ran and ran, fortunately the bear blind man did not catch up." When I got home, it took my son to wake up all night, but ...... But ......"

When he said this, the old man choked up and couldn't stop crying.

The audience held their breath and waited for the words that followed the "but......

"But my son couldn't speak when he woke up, and for decades, I traveled all over the hot summer, and I saw countless doctors, but all of them came to an end, and the barefoot doctor in the village said that my son's spirit was out of his body at the moment of fright."

It is rumored in the hot summer that people have seven souls and six spirits, of which the spirit is the soul that controls the language of people.

"Later, when I heard about Master Zhang's deeds on the radio, I took my son all the way to Master Zhang for treatment." After speaking, the old man pulled his son to kneel down to Zhang Tianhao, "Master Zhang, please treat my son, I want to hear him call me 'Daddy' again." ”

After speaking, the old man came down with tears in his eyes.

It's really the speaker who sheds tears and smells sad.

The audience was moved, and some female comrades were already wiping their tears.

I have to say that the atmosphere is well rendered.

"Get up, both of you, since you are here, I will definitely help you cure your son's illness."

Zhang Haotian let his son sit on the bench, and then patted his Adam's apple and dantian a few times, he concentrated, pressed his breath with both hands, and then suddenly hung up and held his breath, and his palm quickly hit his son's chest.

The audience was concentrated, there was no noise at all, and they all stared at the stands.

Zhang Haotian's facial muscles twitched, and his nerves tensed, as if he was constipated and pulling hard, but in the eyes of believers, this was Master Zhang's work.

After about 2 minutes, Zhang Haotian suddenly leaned back and fell on the stage.

"Master Zhang......"

Many people stood up, worried.

In the first row, a young woman in her 30s nervously ran up to the stage and helped Zhang Haotian up: "Master, master, don't you matter?" ”

Zhang Haotian stood up with a weak face, waved his hand to everyone and said, "I'm just overdoing it, it's okay, don't worry about me." ”

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Haotian walked up to the father and son and said to the son, "You try to speak." ”

The son's expression was tense and complicated, he opened his mouth, and the focus of the audience was all on him.

"Ah...... Yes...... I...... I ......" he snorted as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Amplify your worries, say it, say it, no matter what you say, trust me......," Zhang Haotian encouraged.

"I ...... I...... My name is Wang Erniu. Wang Erniu spoke.

The audience stood up.

"Abba, Abba, I can speak, I can speak......" Wang Erniu's tears rippled with excitement, and he hugged the old man and cried.

The audience responded with warm applause.

"Master Zhang, purify all living beings."

"The master is amazing."

"Master Zhang is our savior."

……

The old man and Wang Erniu knelt in front of Zhang Haotian again, "Master Zhang, thank you, thank you, I really came to the right place this time, 30 years later, I can hear my son calling me Abba again, you are my benefactor." ”

Zhang Haotian smiled and helped the two up, "Your son is not a spirit at all, but a lack of qi and blood, when I saw the bear blind, your son was afraid that the valve in his chest was closed, and it was difficult to open the valve of this ordinary person, I used qigong to open your son's valve, so he can speak again." ”

The old man kowtowed and apologized, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and when he opened the handkerchief, it was an old mountain ginseng with a long beard, which was a good thing at first glance.

"We are from the mountains, and we don't have much money, this century-old ginseng was dug up by me last year, please be sure to accept it."

"How can I ask for your things, I can't help it." Zhang Haotian said pretentiously.

"Please be sure to accept it, otherwise we won't be able to kneel for a long time." The old man said resolutely.

The female disciple on the side said, "Master, it took you so much skill to cure his son, you should accept this ginseng, and I will accept it for you." ”

"You're really ...... Alas, the next is not an example. ”

For a long time, it was the disciples who collected money, and Zhang Haotian pretended to be a good person.

Father and son stepped down.

Lin Bufan looked at the father and son, and said in his heart: Good superb acting skills, it is definitely a professional childcare.

Look at a group of believers, all of them have been brainwashed.

In this case, it is difficult to debunk that Zhang Haotian is a liar.

Looking at the plane tree outside the house, Lin Bufan thought of a good way.