In January 1912, the Democratic Republic of China was established, with the capital of Jinling.

On this day, an abandoned baby appeared at the foot of Taihang Mountain, and was found by the old Taoist priest who returned from traveling down the mountain.

Looking at the baby wrapped in gray coarse cloth swaddling, the old Taoist priest sighed: "Hey! What a wickedness! I don't know which parents it is, in this world, human life is like a mustard. ”

Picking up the sleeping baby, the old Taoist priest walked up the mountain, leaving only a distant back, only his voice came: "From now on, you can be my companion." ”

A dilapidated small Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, full of traces of time, an old and a young live here.

This is a view of descendants, covers an area of a little more than an acre, blue bricks and stones surround this small view, the scale is not large, only enshrine the statue of the Taoist Sanqing, behind the temple, there is a Dan room where the Taoist rests, a small ancestor hall dedicated to the patriarch's tablet, an ancient well, a few ancient trees, and a few fields that have been reclaimed, which are planted with some rice and some vegetables.

The old Taoist priest and the little Taoist priest lived quietly in the temple.

The old Taoist priest is called Jingxu, and the little Taoist priest is called Mingzhen.

Time passed slowly, and this year, the little Taoist priest was six years old.

"Mingzhen." The old Taoist priest walked out of his Dan room and called out to the little Taoist priest who was playing in the courtyard, his voice was loud and full of energy.

"Hey! Master. Ming Zhen, who was sitting on the branch of a hundred-year-old peach tree and playing, heard his master's quiet call and hurriedly answered.

He climbed down from the ancient peach tree with neat movements, tidied up the folds on his robe, and gently patted the dust on his robe.

A young Taoist boy with bright eyes and bright teeth, clear eyebrows, broad ears, healthy wheat complexion, green silk on the top of his head holding a small bun, wrapped in a black mixed yuan scarf, wearing a white coarse sermon robe, white cloud socks and black cloud shoes on his feet.

"I'm here, Master." Mingzhen, who had finished tidying up, ran over happily.

Crossing the ancient well, Ming Zhen came to the outside of the Danfang and saw Jing Xu, his master.

An old Taoist with crane hair and a childish face and strong spirits, the same northerner face as Ming Zhen, two white and long eyebrows, revealing a ruddy complexion in his white skin, a silver silk on his head holding a bun, a peach hairpin interspersed with it, wearing a washed gray Taoist robe, and wearing white cloud socks and black cloud shoes on his feet.

Ming Zhen happily pounced on the old Taoist priest of Jingxu, rubbing his head on Jingxu's body, coquettish.

Jing Xule smiled, and his palm, which did not have the slightest slack, gently stroked the top of Mingzhen's head.

"Mingzhen, you are also six years old, starting tomorrow, you will have morning and evening classes with Master, and there are some things that Master can teach you."

"Oh, I see, Master." Mingzhen responded obediently, and then he raised his head curiously and asked, "Master, what do you want to teach me?"

Didn't I see your ability to light a fire and rain with a wave of your sleeves? ”

"Huh." The old Taoist priest smiled slightly and did not answer.

When night came, in the kitchen on the side of the Danfang, the old Taoist priest Jingxu brought out two bowls of rice mixed with a variety of coarse grains, a plate of Shanghai green vegetables, a plate of shallots mixed with tofu, and a bowl of yam soup.

The master and apprentice sat opposite each other, chewing slowly, and enjoying dinner.

From time to time, the old Taoist priest of Jingxu put vegetables into the bowl of the little Taoist boy of Mingzhen, and the bowl of the little Taoist priest was full of a small mountain tip.

"Well, eat more, and your body can grow stronger." Jingxu said with a kind smile.

"Master, you can eat too." Mingzhen Xiaodaotong carefully picked up a leaf of green vegetables with a bamboo chopstick, and put it in a quiet bowl.

"Okay, Master will eat it too." Jingxu smiled with relief and stroked Mingzhen's head. "However, Master has already reached the level of Bigu, it doesn't matter if you eat less, you really have to eat more."

"Master, what is Bigu?" While taking the rice into his mouth, he asked curiously with big eyes.

"Bigu, the gods eat and do not die.

Monks who have cultivated to this point can no longer meet their physical needs with simple food, so they will replace the whole grains with some medicinal herbs, and then nourish the body with spiritual energy, and expel the impurities from the body, so that the body will not leak. Jingxu explained with a smile.

"Oh." Mingzhen nodded half-intelligibly, pretending to understand, looking like a serious little adult.

In this regard, Jingxu just smiled.

The master and apprentice, who were well-fed, wandered around the courtyard to eliminate their stomachs.

Then, the old Taoist priest Jingxu went to do the evening class, and Mingzhen also knelt aside with his head bowed, listening to the old Taoist priest chanting the scriptures softly.

After the evening class, the two returned to the Danfang to sit in a large wooden barrel for a medicinal bath, generally by Jingxu for Mingzhen after washing, and then change the water to take a medicated bath, and then Jingxu old Taoist priest and Mingzhen Xiaodaotong sleep together.

The old Taoist priest lay on his side on the couch in a specific posture, while Mingzhen held Jingxu, lay in Jingxu's arms, and fell asleep listening to Jingxu's heartbeat.

Jingxu's other palm kept stroking up and down at the back spine of Mingzhen's back, and the palm exuded a silky milky aura, constantly washing Mingzhen's meridians and conditioning his body.

Mingzhen in his sleep was unconscious, he just smelled a good fragrance emanating from Jingxu's body, and subconsciously leaned into Jingxu's arms, closer to Jingxu, and whispered in his mouth.

At the end of the routine nightly washing the scriptures and removing the marrow, the old Taoist priest with a slightly tired face covered the quilt for the two of them, and the arm that washed the marrow for Ming Zhen half hugged Ming Zhen, and the two hugged each other and slept together.

The next morning, before the sun rose and the sky was still just cloudy, Jingxu had already gotten up and dressed, and after he finished washing, he came to wake up Mingzhen, who was still asleep.

"Mingzhen, get up. Today, you are going to have a morning class with Master. ”

The palm of his hand gently shook Mingzhen, who was still asleep, and called quietly.

"Woo ......" made an incomprehensible whining sound from his mouth, and Mingzhen twisted his body on the bed, and only woke up from his dream after a long time.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Mingzhen saw Jingxu sitting beside him and smiling at him. "Master, you got up so early."

"It's time to get up, today is your first morning class, don't miss the hour." Silent reminder.

"Oh, I see, Master." Stretching his waist and stretching his muscles, he remembered that Mingzhen sat up yesterday, dressed himself, and washed himself.

Then, with the help of Jingxu, he combed his hair and put on a mixed scarf.

Ming Zhen, who was properly organized, followed Jingxu to the Sanqing Palace, incense and oil to the Sanqing Dao Ancestor, and then started today's morning class.

After living with Jingxu for six years, Mingzhen knew all the seal characters on these scriptures, so he followed Jingxu's chanting and recited together.

Today, they are reciting the "Huang Ting Jing", with a yellowed paper on the table, and a bamboo skewer used to turn the pages of the scriptures next to it.

The morning class lasted for an hour, from the hour to the hour (from 5 to 7 in the morning, in fact, it is the hour, but I was used to writing it like above), and the evening class was from the hour to the hour (from 5 to 7 o'clock in the afternoon, the hour of the unitary), which was also an hour.