Qingyun walks alone but wanders the world, the clothes are incomplete, and he can accompany him all his life, the truth and falsehood have been in the rivers and lakes, and the scholar is a confidant and lives and dies together.

My whole life is encapsulated in this Tibetan poem, and these seemingly simple four sentences have written my life into a legend of ups and downs.

Today, I am far away from the rivers and lakes, but there are still many of my legends on the rivers and lakes, and as for what kind of legends they have, I have to start from the beginning

I was born in a remote mountain village in Inner Mongolia, where there are simple folk customs and honest villagers, maybe many people think that the people living here should be Mongolians, but in fact, the people in our village basically migrated from Shanxi when they went to the west, so most of the people here are Han Chinese.

My father's name is Li Wanjun and my mother's name is Niu Lili, but after I was born, I never saw my mother, and it wasn't until I became sensible that my father told me that my mother died in childbirth when I was born.

My father said that the doctor said at the time that only one adult and one child can be saved, which means that my mother had the opportunity to continue to live in this world, but my mother resolutely chose to give up her life and let me come to this world

My father named me Taoist Li, which sounded like a cultivator, so much so that when I was in school, my classmates called me Lao Dao, but I didn't mind, and sometimes I was even very happy to be called that, because I had a martial arts dream since I was a child, which was probably influenced by my father

Although my father was a farmer, he was a literate man, and he would often go to the town to buy all kinds of books and come back to read, and after a long time, the house was full of books, so since I can remember, what I did every day was to lie on my father's body and read with him.

Over time, I knew a lot of words before I knew it, so much so that later, I read all the books in the house.

So my childhood, no, it should be called childhood, is basically a well-read book.

What martial arts, classical classics, and many anecdotes have all been imprinted into my mind one by one.

But among these books, the one that obsesses me the most is a set of books called "Secret Stories".

There are a total of eight volumes in this secret book, which are recorded with some strange stories and various folk rumors, and even mention a lot of interesting stories about the rivers and lakes, some of which are similar to martial arts novels, but the narrative structure is not a story, but I don't know why, every time I read it, I can see that I forget to sleep and eat, so I have learned a lot from my father

When I was four years old, I was amazed to find that my father actually knew martial arts, and he would always run to the yard in the middle of the night to practice kung fu, while I secretly leaned on the window to watch, and later I actually practiced with him.

But this kind of voyeuristic behavior was discovered by my father not long after, but he did not punish me this time, but asked me to practice with him every day in the future, but asked me to promise him that I would not tell others about his martial arts skills no matter what

When I was seven years old, my father sent me to school, but he asked me not to show my kung fu skills in front of my classmates, and also told me to practice only when I was at home, and not to delay my studies

Time flies, time flies, and in a blink of an eye I have reached the age of fifteen, but this year, my father suddenly left me.

One day after I came home from school, my father hurriedly told me that he was going to Jinwei City, and this trip might be a long time, I was afraid that I would not be able to take care of me in the future, and said that I was now grown up and could take care of myself, and then left me a large sum of money, and then left me without looking back

In the face of this sudden change, I didn't even have time to ask him why, I could only see his back in a hurry.

Looking at my father's vicissitudes of life, my heart was extremely frightened at that moment, because I only had one feeling at that time, that is, when he left, our father and son would be separated from each other from then on, but the result was really the same as I thought, he really never came back

I don't know where he went, I don't know what happened to him, and I don't know why he didn't come back, some people in the village said that he was deceived by pyramid schemes, some people said that he did bad things and went to prison, some people said that he went to the mountains to dig gold and fell to his death, and some people said that he died in the coal mine, in short, there is everything, but I don't bother to listen to those nonsense

In my father's absence, I lived as always, going to school and practicing without delay, but when I was in my third year of high school, the money left by my father had been spent, and there was no money to pay for tuition, and finally I had no choice but to drop out of school, when I was nineteen years old

Because without his father's guidance, he has not made much progress in kung fu over the years, and a set of gossip palm exercises is half-baked.

People who know kung fu know that this Baguazhang is divided into four positive corners and eight directions, which is similar to the hexagram in the "Zhou Yi" Bagua diagram, so it is called Baguazhang, also known as the old Bagua palm.

These eight palms are: single palm, double palm, homeopathic palm, back palm, turn over palm, grinding palm, three wear palms and back palms, but the practice of the techniques is not exactly the same, there are also lions, deer, snakes, harriers, dragons, bears, phoenixes, monkeys and other eight forms as representatives, the techniques mainly include: wearing, inserting, splitting, teasing, horizontal, bumping, buckle, turning, supporting, etc.

To a certain extent, this Bagua palm can be practiced to derive a lot of palm techniques from each palm, and one palm can give birth to eight palms, and eight palms can give birth to sixty-four palms.

And my current level is just enough to hit eight palms.

In fact, when I was still in school, I already had the idea of going to my father, but considering that I had no skills, I didn't practice kung fu at home, and I heard that the outside world is very complicated, and I am a poor boy in the countryside, once something happens, I will definitely not be able to cope with it, let alone be able to find my father.

After some thought, I decided to practice kung fu first and then go to my father, but this practice is to find a quiet place, and my old friends will come to my house to play with me almost every day after school, so it is not a place to practice at all, so the top priority is to find a place where you can practice quietly

There is a temple of Guantian in the back mountain of our village, where no one has been going for many years, and the incense has long been cut off.

However, I have heard from the old people in the village before, saying that the mountain behind it is often haunted, and there were once seven people who were in a hurry to live in the Guantian Temple, but none of them came out alive.

It is also said that the yin qi of the back mountain is particularly heavy, and there will be ghost fires from time to time, so no one dares to go there, not even the wild dogs in the village, and even the crops are not long in the places near the Guantian Temple, and it is rumored that some people have seen two green and faint lights at night, constantly floating around in the back mountain, saying that they are the eyes of powerful ghosts.

So in our village, at night, almost no one dares to come out, especially in the middle of the night, the whole village is not a single person, quiet like a ghost village, very scary.

Of course I don't believe that! If I don't do bad things, I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, and I'm just going to practice, and I'm not going to do anything hurtful, even if there are ghosts, they won't harm me, and I'm still a kung fu person, I'm afraid of him!

Early the next morning, I packed my luggage, brought food, water, and a flashlight, and stole two chickens from Lao Li Tou's house next door, carrying a lot of things on my back, like a refugee fleeing the famine, stumbling along the way, walking for nearly half an hour, before I came to the Guantian Temple in the back mountain.

There is nothing left in the mountain except for some dead trees, and there is not even a trace of green in the summer, which is very desolate and lifeless.

When I saw such a scene, I couldn't help but think of the legend of this ghost place, and I was a little panicked at the moment.

The Guantian Temple stands strangely on the top of this mountain, which is very abrupt.

I carefully observed the situation of the temple, and found that the doors and windows were closed, although it seemed to be in disrepair, but most of them were still intact, but the strange thing is that the overall shape of the temple looked very strange, no matter how it looked like a temple, but like a big incense burner, if it weren't for the obvious temple characteristics of this door and window, I almost didn't believe that the big incense burner in front of me was the temple of Guantian.

There are four stone pillars at the bottom of the temple that hold the whole temple up, and a particularly thick stone pillar in the middle is topped at the bottom, and a wooden staircase leads from the ground to the temple gate.

The most strange thing is that its roof is not like other temples, designed to contain the eaves of the direction of the eight trigrams, but bare, the whole looks like the top of the furnace, and there are three logs on the roof, which looks like three high incense sticks inserted on the big incense burner, which is simply weird and inexplicable

It's a little strange, I've never heard of a temple built like this.

I looked around for a while, and saw that there was nothing left to see, so I walked slowly up the stairs.

Because this staircase is too old, as soon as I stepped on it, there was a squeaky sound, as if it would break at any time, and this sound sounded particularly eerie and terrifying, which reminded me of the Lanruo Temple in the "A Chinese Ghost Story", where the stairs inside would make this sound, and hearing this sound on the mountain with many legends, the horror level was not inferior to that of Lanruo Temple

I resisted the fear in my heart and gently pushed the door open, and the dust on it flew up all of a sudden, and a choking musty smell instantly entered my nostrils!

I stood in the doorway and waited until the smell had cleared up, and then I stepped inside, and began to take a closer look at everything in the temple.

I squinted my eyes and looked carefully, and found that this stone statue turned out to be a Taoist priest, this Taoist priest was wearing a cyan robe, wearing a purple gold Taoist crown, holding floating dust in his left hand, pinching the sword trick in his right hand, and carrying a dragon pattern sword behind him.

Looking at the face of this Taoist priest again, he has sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, wide forehead and big ears, his expression is resolute and cold, and a long beard hangs down to his chest.

There is a plaque directly above the stone statue, on which are written the four golden characters of the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, although it is a little old, but you can still feel the majesty and solemnity of these four words, which makes people have to be afraid.

The moment I saw these four big characters, I almost forgot the strange situation in the back mountain, but in my heart, I had more doubts, because this temple is generally dedicated to all kinds of gods or Buddhas, and here is a Taoist priest, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a Taoist temple rather than a temple.

I was puzzled, so I ignored it, and when I looked around, I found that the temple was empty except for a tattered offering table.

There are still some tributes on the table that I don't know how many years ago, and the rotten ones have become slag.

I looked around again, and I saw that the walls and roof were covered with dust and cobwebs, which looked dense, which undoubtedly added a little more weirdness to this strange temple

After seeing the situation clearly, I found a place where the sun was shining in, put things down, and then secretly thought to myself:

"If you want to practice this kung fu at home, it is estimated that it will take at least a year and a half, it is better to clean up here, and it can be regarded as a temporary home, anyway, just one person, where to live is not to live, the ancients can also take the sky as the house and the earth as the pavement, and although this temple is a little weird, but at least it can still shelter from the wind and rain, and I am not here to enjoy the blessings, some live is good."

With this in mind, I turned back to the village, got a broom, got some water, and began to clean up the temple.

It took me nearly half a day to clean the temple, and I chose a good place for myself to make a bed, and when I had cleaned it up, I sat down