So, my business as a Taoist priest was settled.

And Chen Jidao also continued to live in my house, but rural people love to chew the root of their tongues, so my parents said to the outside world that Chen Jidao was my father's eldest brother and came here to join him.

According to Chen Jidao's words: If you think about your identity, I want to stay and teach my apprentices well!

Well, teach me! It's torturing me! You can't imagine how my master tortured me, I'll talk about it later.

Time flies, and another six years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past six years, it is not so much that Chen Jidao eats my family and drinks my family, but that Chen Jidao is helping my family.

Because every now and then he would leave for a few days and go to the city.

He left for the first time for ten days and went to the city, and when he came back, he rode a "Phoenix" 28 bicycle with a lot of things on the back.

At that time, the "Phoenix" 28 bicycle was very popular in the city, and basically every household had it, but it was still a rarity in such a remote and poor village as my family!

On the day Chen Jidao came back by bicycle, every family in the village ran out to see the freshness, and the children ran behind. That battle was like the current leader's inspection, and everyone was hugging each other.

Until Chen Jidao rode the car to my house, those people were still watching. It made my parents shine a lot.

When I was six years old, I was going to go to the primary school in the countryside, and this "Phoenix" 28 bicycle became my exclusive car, and every morning, my master would ride this car to the primary school in the countryside, and then drive me back after school in the afternoon.

And I also knew from the beginning of my memory that the "Brother Chen" in my parents' mouth was my master, but at that time, they didn't tell me what my master was going to teach me.

In fact, I, the Master, only let me do five things in those six years.

The first is to make fragrant soup every night before going to bed.

I don't know where he got all kinds of precious medicinal materials, but at his strong request, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, rain, snow, frost and cold, he would occupy the kitchen for two hours every night in order to make fragrant soup.

When the soup was ready, he would call me out of the room to his room and throw me into the bamboo tub containing the soup.

Whenever this time is the most comfortable time of my day.

I was soaking in the fragrant soup, and Master would sit next to me to check my homework, or look at me with a smile, and then add some hot water to it from time to time.

And I often fell asleep while soaking, and then he took me out to dry my body, and then threw me into bed and fell asleep.

The second thing is to get up at four o'clock every morning and follow him in the courtyard for an hour to play Baduanjin and Taijiquan.

After the fight, I have half an hour to eat breakfast and then go to school.

The third thing, which was the most painful thing for me, was to listen to him preach the Tao Te Ching every night.

Ever since I went to school, listening to the Bible has become reading the Bible by myself for two hours after finishing my homework. And these two hours were exactly when he went to the kitchen to make fragrant soup, but there was one request.

It must be read out loud so that he can hear it in the kitchen!

The fourth thing was that he asked me to close my eyes every day at noon.

It wasn't as simple as taking a lunch break, he asked me to imagine the picture in my head.

Imagine what?

Imagine what he looks like! Every day there are strange questions, such as: imagine what he is drawing, what he is drawing, and how to draw! Or imagine him walking into a piece of paper, how he walks there, what the paper looks like, and so on.

It was a lot of fun for me at first, but then slowly I started to feel tired because Master asked me to concentrate on it, and it was very draining.

But what I didn't know at that time was that Master was teaching me the most basic and inseparable Taoist priest - Cunsi!

Speaking of the fifth thing, I was very resistant.

Every Friday and Saturday in the middle of the night, Master would wake me up from my sleep and take me out.

Curious where to take me?

Listen to me, don't be curious, you won't want to go to a place I go to for the rest of your life.

That's the graveyard!

Yes, that's right, it's a graveyard!

What a "perverted" experience it is for a six or seven-year-old child to be forcibly taken to the cemetery every Friday and Saturday night?

Later, when I was eight years old, my master's tricks changed, and he still took me to the cemetery or the wilderness every Friday and Saturday in the middle of the night, but!

But he would set up the place in advance and take me there.

Well, it's nothing, he just puts a paper figure with a strange expression behind the tree, and calls me to look there;

Or put the paper figure behind the tombstone, hold the rope, and when I get close, he pulls the rope so that the paper figure suddenly appears behind the tombstone;

Or after leading me to a place, he hides somewhere silently, and then suddenly appears to scare me;

Or......

Anyway, there are endless ways for him to scare me, and he also has a good reputation for exercising my courage.

To be honest, the places he took me to at the beginning, after I went there a few times, I was not afraid, but I got used to it. And I didn't cry, I didn't make a fuss, I was just a little scared.

Until he changed his tricks!

The first night was so good that it scared me out of tears, causing me to start having a fever as soon as I got home!

Although my parents were distressed, my master was very dignified in front of them, and they didn't dare to say anything.

The point is, I had just gotten rid of my fever and had to continue "exercising" that night......

I once tried to refuse these "exercises" by being coquettish, playing with my temper, etc., and the consequence was a mixed doubles between Master and my Dad......

My dad was ruthless, but he only slapped him. My master is even more ruthless, he uses shoes!

It's not that my mom won't help me, it's that my mom doesn't dare to help, because my mom helped me talk several times, and as a result, I was beaten harder......

So during that time, I often "held a grudge" against my master, and when I beat him so badly, I called him a crazy old man, and when I shouted, he was even happier when he beat him.

But who am I? Born with arrogance, how can he give in so easily?

The more it hurts, the more I scream, and the more I shout, the more ruthless I get...... I don't want to think about this consequence anyway......

That's what I've been doing for the past six years! But I have to say that the fragrant soup is really magical, no matter how painful I was beaten, how tired I was, I woke up with the fragrant soup, and the whole person was alive and well.

The crazy old man was actually very kind to me, and after going to school, I often had some snacks in my school bag, which was something that the children who went to the same village elementary school were very envious.

Actually, I knew that it was the crazy old man who secretly stuffed me into my school bag at night after I fell asleep, but he strictly ordered me not to eat in class.

In this way, in the blink of an eye, I was nine years old, and I was in the fourth grade at the village elementary school, because the crazy old man valued my studies very much, so my studies were also very high.

It was a relief for my parents.

Although they agreed to me to become a Taoist priest, in their hearts, they still thought that learning was very important. Seeing that the crazy old man is also nervous about my studies, can they not worry?