Hiding under the rock to avoid the rain, Uncle, Abba Song, and Uncle Baiwang took out a lot of things from behind a rock, could it be that they hid here in advance? When I opened it, I saw that it was quite alive. There was a small stove, a small aluminum pot, and even a barrel of diesel.

A few old people made a fire, and the uncle took the small aluminum pot to the edge of the rock and took a pot full of rainwater to cook on the fire. He took the black tea leaves from Uncle Wang's hand and threw them directly into the pot, and soon the water boiled.

Wang Jin frowned as he watched several people take turns drinking the bitter tea. Uncle Wang finally handed the aluminum pot to Wang Jin, and suddenly remembered something, so he asked Uncle to take a piece of honeycomb and throw it in the pot, and handed it to Wang Jin: Baby, drink. This can keep warm, you can't get used to the taste, there is honey to cover the bitterness.

This is the best tea Wang Jin has ever drunk in his life, and he has drunk a lot of so-called good tea later, and he still evaluates it like this. Although it was very bitter after opening a few sips, he slowly got used to the taste, and with the sweetness of honey, Wang Jin began to sweat.

Uncle Wang took it over and drank it by himself, and said to Wang Jin: You young people can't drink too much, you have to get drunk with tea.

Tea can also get drunk Wang Jin, this is the first time I've heard of it.

Seeing that the rain was not small, it did not mean to stop at all, but it was getting bigger and bigger. The whole rock wall was dripping with water, and the water in the river at the foot was already a muddy yellow.

Everyone had to hide here and wait for the rain to stop. When he had nothing to do, Wang Jin asked Uncle Wang: Uncle, I don't understand a thing. Can you tell us about it?

Uncle Wang thought that this kid was going to have some problems. Wang Jin asked: How do you know that it is going to rain? Last night, there was a cool breeze, and my uncle told me that the rain was still early. Why did you get up and run when the wind was blowing just now? There is no sign of this rain, how can you expect things to be like gods?

Uncle Wang was very happy to hear Wang Jin ask this. Several old people were also very tired at this time, and it was very hard to travel this night. But at this time, seeing Wang Jin suddenly asking, as if he had made some surprising discovery, Uncle Wang's face showed a look of joy: We are still afraid that you have read too many books, and we don't want to listen to the nagging of my uneducated bad old men. But I didn't expect you kid to be so studious. Come, then I'll tell you about it. By the way, let me ask you, you always watch TV, so is the weather forecast more accurate or not?

What is this, Wang Jin thought about it: whether the weather forecast is accurate or not, I haven't thought about this. However, the weather forecast is somewhat accurate.

Uncle Wang shook his head: Your daily report, of course, there will always be a time. I'm asking you if it's more punctual or not.

Wang Jinxin said that it is not good for you to tell it directly, but I have never thought about this kind of problem: I look at the weather forecast, and the forecast will rain for a few days, which is quite accurate. At least it's going to be cloudy. Bring an umbrella, and it doesn't hurt if you don't get off when the time comes.

Uncle Wang is very dissatisfied with this kind of answer: it is not called accurate. If it doesn't rain in three days, then a cloudy day is considered rain, so who can't make a weather forecast? If you go into the mountains with us, you don't know if it rains in 3 days, and you won't have to work hard for a day and a night, don't you say?

Wang Jin thought about it, and it made sense, so he asked: Then you mean, within three days, you will definitely say it?

Uncle Wang went to take a sip of tea: It depends on the environment, and it can't be said anywhere. It rains on the mountains in the east, and it may be sunny in the west. However, this "Immortal Peak" to our "Medicine King Valley" area, ten times, it will definitely be cut off ten times. There is an old saying that "the clouds rise to the rain, and the dew condenses into frost", have you ever heard of it?

This Wang Jin has heard of it, but he has never cared: I don't think there is any knowledge, isn't it just an ordinary big sentence?

Uncle Wang is even more dissatisfied: Where is the big vernacular, if it is big vernacular, it is nonsense, don't say it. However, if you understand the knowledge of this word, then if you want to cut off the weather, then you can also be eight or nine without leaving ten.

How can Wang Jin believe this, such an inconspicuous eight words? The devil believes it.

Uncle Wang said again: You have all gone to school, and you all think you are knowledgeable, right? When the waters of the earth meet the heat, they rise up into the sky and accumulate into clouds. Will it rain when the clouds are thick?

Wang Jin didn't think about it, and said: Yes.

Uncle Wang shook his head again and again, and it seemed that he was already starting to be disappointed in Wang Jin: yes, fart. When the clouds hang there and it doesn't rain, it's called a "cloudy day." And when it doesn't rain, why don't you think about it. Let's put it this way, so I pointed to the aluminum pot with my hand. Wang Jin looked at the heat on the aluminum pot and didn't know what the old man was going to say. The heart said: What are you doing here, I don't know your old path at all.

Uncle Wang said: Then the weather forecast depends on the satellites in the sky, isn't it smart? Of course it is smart, it can see the clouds thousands of miles away, isn't it smart? But why is it sometimes just cloudy and there is no rain? Do you want people to send cannons to the sky to rain? That's because people aren't smart enough, but this ancestor said it very clearly. This cloud rises to rain, and the dew turns into frost, which speaks of clouds in heaven, and dew condensation on the earth. One speaks of the sky, and the other speaks of the earth. The ancients used Qiankun to represent heaven and earth, and the laws of all things in this heaven and earth are in Qiankun. Hey, that's it for you furry kids. But how does such a thing work? You babies, you don't even understand how to read the things left by your ancestors, let alone how to use them. I didn't understand a lot of physics and chemistry. I'm going to have to fight with you if I want to know. So, sit in this pot by yourself and think about it.

When Wang Jin heard this, what is this~ what is this? How can you sit in such a small pot! Besides, if you sit in a big cauldron, won't you have to cook it? I didn't understand what Old Man Wang meant for a while. But this Uncle Wang is really patient, look at Wang Jin stupidly looking at himself, and suddenly pat his head: Alas, I didn't speak well, I don't blame you. As he spoke, he found a branch and began to draw on the ground.

He first drew a small circle and said: This is our Medicine King Valley. Then he drew a smaller circle in the distance, pointed and said: This is the "Immortal Peak" where we are staying now. Seeing that Wang Jin nodded, he drew five large and small circles in the middle in one breath, which meant the mountains that he had turned over in the past two days. Then he pointed to the sky and said, "The dry of this world refers to this day." Then he pointed to the water vapor on the pot and said, "This water vapor is the clouds in the sky, for example?" That's easy to understand, isn't it?

Wang Jin saw that the old man said very clearly, so he nodded and said: What's so bad about this?

Uncle Wang pointed to the pot and asked him: What does this pot refer to? Wang Jin didn't hesitate: This pot refers to the ground, and this land is the Kun of Qiankun, saying that he looked at Uncle Wang with his eyes.

Uncle Wang stared at Wang Jin a little hairy, and Wang Jinxin said: Uncle Wang won't come to beat me too. But Uncle Wang was still asking him: And then? Wang Jin didn't expect Uncle Wang to ask like this, and said casually: What?

At this time, Uncle, Uncle Song and Uncle Baiwang couldn't stand it anymore, and they all came over and pointed to the fire underground and said: What is this? Wang Jin ran out of ideas for a while.

Uncle Wang made Wang Jin think about it, waited for a while, and waved his hand to everyone: Don't you go with a rest. Or when I came, I asked Wang Jin again: You have also seen a lot of snakes, and I asked you that this snake is the most afraid of cold. This winter, they all went underground, so why don't you talk about it? Wang Jin thought about it: Yes. It's warm underground.

Uncle Wang nodded: You don't know how warm it can be underground. When it was hot in the summer, there was also a time when it rained, and in our rainy season, it lasted for ten days and half a month, why didn't the snake burrow deeper into the head soil, have you ever thought about it? O earth, he said, pointing to the dirt under his feet. In the winter, the ground is frozen, but it is very hot underneath. In some places, there are more than 20 degrees, and in deeper places, there are 80 or 90 degrees. But in the summer, the ground is hot, but the ground is so cold that it freezes.

Wang Jin heard what Uncle Wang said, how to believe it, and began to frown. Uncle Wang understood it: I can't believe you if I think of you, so I looked at my uncle and said: I said, don't blame the child for not being able to have a good brain, we really can't explain it thoroughly. Wang Jin, have you ever drunk mountain spring water in summer? Wang Jinxin said: Of course I have drunk this, the water is cold, and the temperature is only four or five degrees above zero.

Uncle Wang felt that Wang Jin should be on the road, so he drew a big circle outside the five small circles and said: This is a pot, for example.

Wang Jin thought about it, this whole piece is indeed a depression, and it is indeed like a pot. Before he could continue to think about it for a while, Wang Da continued: This depression is not as high as the mountains on the side. During this day, when the sun shines, it accumulates more heat than in the higher places of the earth. You see, the clouds move. I ask you: Does this cloud that rises to rain tell you where the water vapor is steaming and where the water vapor is not transpiring?

Wang Jin slowly followed Uncle Wang's guidance and began to think: This is not the case. It must be that the water vapor is steaming when it is heated somewhere. Even the water vapor in the desert has to be steamed, which is the law of nature.

Uncle Wang said: The heat goes to a high place, and the cold air goes to a low place. The water vapor in this pot goes up, and the clouds can't stand it and it rains.

Wang Jin suddenly realized. Oh: Uncle, I understand, you said that sitting in the pot turned out to be for me to imagine! I was still sitting on the way I came, in a depression. Didn't I really sit in this aluminum pot? When I looked up, I saw several old people looking at me in surprise, as if they were looking at aliens, they didn't expect them to ask this, and their faces turned red.

After thinking about it, I didn't understand it, so I still had to ask Uncle Wang: But you say that it doesn't rain when the cold wind blows, but you get up and run when the wind blows, what's the reason?

When the uncle asked, he wanted to explain to Wang Jin if he wanted to open his mouth. Uncle Wang spoke first: When this hot wind goes up, there will be no air on the ground, and the air on the side will naturally replenish it. You understand the truth of sitting in the pot and watching the heavens and the earth, and you can figure out the rest by yourself. At this point, he didn't give an explanation.

When Wang Jin heard Master Wang say this, he really closed his eyes and made himself feel as if he was sitting in a pot. To be precise, sit in a depression.

The clouds gathered in the sky and dispersed, and the water vapor evaporated into the sky. Gathered into clouds, and the clouds drifted up to the depression in layers. The heat in the depression evaporated into the sky with water vapor, and when it merged with the cold air, it began to rain. And the depression under the clouds is like the same cauldron. The cold air outside the pot slowly gathers under the pot. The clouds were so big that they came half over the depression, and it began to rain. And before it entered the empty half of the pot, it didn't rain.

It didn't take long for Wang Jin to open his eyes. looked at Uncle Wang's expression full of gratitude: I wasn't in the pot, and all the cold wind was blowing on the side. It means that the air is going in the direction of the bottom of the pot, so it won't rain. If the hot wind starts to blow around me, it means that the heat in the pot is just starting to steam from my side, which means that it is raining and is under the pot.

When everyone heard this, Wang Jin said this. Uncle slapped again and said: It's done.

Uncle Wang stared at Wang Jin and said, "You feel something, don't you?" Tell you, when your grandfather taught me, I didn't understand it so quickly as you did. It took me half a year to understand it, but then I finally realized that it was similar to you. Do you know what your grandfather told me? He said: The weather will be a while, this trick is not a big deal. The important thing is to be able to think of sitting in the pot. This is not something that people can teach, but you have to realize it yourself. If it rains for a day or not, that is, a matter of a hundred and ten miles of land, it is still early to heaven and earth. I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I always watch foreigners talk about this and that on TV. If you want to talk about this ability, foreigners call it "image thinking".

While listening, Wang Jin complimented Uncle Wang: Uncle, you are so knowledgeable. Imagining the scene when my grandfather pointed out the Uncle Wang in front of me, I couldn't help but say: My grandfather is really powerful.

Uncle Wang ignored him, and said importantly: I haven't finished speaking, I said to your grandfather at that time that you are really a master. What your grandfather said, then you can't even know. His hometown said: His grandfather said that sitting in the pot and watching the world was something that in the early years, any person who read could do it. It's not unusual at all, compared to the word Qiankun, it's not even a fart.

Listening to Uncle Wang's series of grandfathers' grandfathers' grandfathers, Wang Jin was speechless. A new world that he had never been in contact with or thinking about was unfolding in Wang Jin's mind, and the faces of his grandfather and many people he had never seen seemed to be gradually becoming clearer.

Uncle Wang saw that Wang Jin was not answering questions as he did just now, and began to show that kind of steadiness again, and finally added a few words: Young man, you have to think about things in trouble. Do you know that we have a Taoist in China? This is the second lesson that your grandfather arranged for you, and what Taoism calls "visualization" is such a thing. Simple, practical, and unfathomable. In ancient times, the secret that was not passed on by six ears has now been handed over to you, and the thing saved is to look at yourself. In the future, when I remember that "clouds cause rain and dew turns into frost" is fine, look for a thousand-word text.

Seeing that the rain was getting smaller, Uncle Baiwang took out a bamboo bow from the bamboo basket, and Uncle Wang stopped drinking tea. Several old people all arrived in front of the rock wall and looked at the "Immortal Peak" opposite. The rest of the matter is really beyond Wang Jin's imagination.