Yin Yan finally saw the "dirty thing" for the first time, and there was a hint of joy in his conscience, and he stroked his blind left eye for a while.

What could it be? He fixed his mind, looking at the ordinary people around him, no one could see that thing, only he had a unique eye, and even a little complacent, and finally showed a rare smile on his face.

I remember that in the book "Shunzhi Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles", it is said that when encountering a mad patient, you can also find an animal that is sleeping and cannot wake up within a radius of 100 meters of the patient, and then slaughter and burn the corpse with fire, which can also achieve the effect of acupuncture.

Arara withdrew from the crowd and searched carefully within a hundred meters of the mountain gate. After a short time, I saw a fat brown mouse sleeping on all fours in the grass. Strange, he had never seen a mouse in such a strange posture, unless it was poisoned by rat medicine, he quietly picked up a large stone from the ground, and then tiptoed over.

It was the first time that Yura had seen such a big mouse, not counting the tail and the bare body was more than two feet long, and the beard on the mouth was already gray, so it looked like he was not young.

Rats have always been extremely alert animals, and it is not possible to sleep on their backs during the day, and their bellies are clearly living creatures lying together. Arira first touched it lightly with his toes, and when he saw that it did not react, he stepped on it a little harder, and the big mouse was still unconscious, which was completely in line with the record in the book.

The muscles on his face stiffened, and he coldly lifted the stone and fell, smashing the rat's head to pieces with a "poof", and blood mixed with white brains splashed on the ground. Arira drew some dry branches and dead leaves, dragged the rat's tail to it and lit the match, looking at the burning flames, and smelled a burnt smell of fur in his nose.

The subcutaneous fat of the rat corpse burned, emitting dense black smoke, and at the same time emitting a faint smell of meat, Youliang couldn't help but swallow and spit at the mouth, he couldn't remember the last time he ate meat, being a monk was too bitter.

When he returned to the gate, he saw that the woman was fully conscious, and the couple was bidding farewell to the deacons and monks, and then went down the mountain happily.

"It's strange, I was crying and making a fuss just now, but in a blink of an eye, there was nothing wrong again." The deacon monk muttered to himself.

Arara came to the shack and told Liu 13 about it.

"Good boy, his qualifications and understanding are really good, he just opened the 'Tianmu' and killed a little demon." Liu Shisan couldn't stop praising him.

"That's what we're all about?" Arira asked lightly.

"Yes, this job is very good, and the income is okay, hehe, don't underestimate Master, tell you, the old man is already a 10,000 yuan household." Liu 13 said in a low voice.

Youliang looked at his shabby appearance in rags and didn't believe it at all.

"You don't believe it? Okay, Master has given you a little more confidence in your own sect. Liu 13 took out a pair of scissors in his broken backpack, opened the inside of the old jacket, and took out a crumpled passbook from it and opened it to him.

Youliang nodded a little bit and there were five figures, and it was really tens of thousands.

"How? People can't look good, but Master is still rich. Liu 13 carefully stuffed the passbook back into the jacket, and took out a needle and thread to quickly sew it on.

"Will my eyes be deflated?"

"What are you afraid of, you can see through your eyelids, it's very convenient, anyway, the little monk doesn't look for a woman, it doesn't matter if it's ugly." Liu Shisan said nonchalantly.

Since he became a monk, Yuliang has long since given up the idea of starting a family, unless it is Nizi, there is no woman in this world who can make him like.

"Now that your yin eye has become a form, it's time to go to the rivers and lakes to practice, go back and pack up first, and we'll leave tonight."

Arira silently returned to the ear room and began to pick up things, but in fact, he had nothing but monk's clothes and a few underwear.

Recalling the past few years in the Buddha Cliff Temple, the abbot was the best for himself, and now he is leaving, after all, he is still a little difficult to give up. He was the first to become a monk in Fengling Temple, and Master Yidu was the senior brother of Weidu, but unfortunately he was later plotted by Fei Daochang and died. It was the first time I saw Nizi in Fengling Temple, and it has been a few years since then, and I don't know what she is doing now. That mysterious Blue Moon Valley, I once heard the chief say that it was in the area of Meili Snow Mountain, and he once sent military planes to search but never found it, and he may never see Nizi again in this life.

Late at night, Arira quietly slipped out of the ear room with his baggage, came to the meditation room of the old monk, and gently knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

"Arira, are you leaving?" The voice of the old monk came from inside the house.

Arara was stunned for a moment and slowly stood up.

"Child, after a few years, you still refuse to say a word?"

Youliang hesitated, and his legs seemed to be too heavy to take a step.

"In that case, go ahead, you have too deep a grudge before you have a fate, come back when you can't stay in the world, Buddha Cliff Temple is your home."

Two lines of hot tears flowed down, and Arira knelt down and kowtowed again, and then got up and left without looking back.

Walking far away, I could vaguely hear the long sigh of the old monk who had not crossed.

The moon stars are scarce, outside the shack, Liu Shisan is already waiting for him, Youliang put on the master's worn backpack, and the two took advantage of the moonlight to go down the mountain overnight and go straight to Tongguan.

"There is a clue to the tomb of the medicine king in the Dao, it is Professor Sun Yifeng of the Beijing Huaxia Qigong and Acupuncture Training School, he is the descendant of the medicine king Sun Simiao." Liu 13 told him

The next day, in the Tongguan thrift store, Liu Shisan bought a navy blue chemical fiber tunics and two pairs of shoes for Youliang, spending a total of dozens of yuan.

"Don't wear the monk's robe anymore, anyway, there is no burn scar on the top of your head, from now on you will be a rural boy who came to the capital to study," Liu Shisan also found a crumpled old clothes from his broken backpack and changed them, "Since you go to the capital, you can't be too shabby." ”

"Studying?"

"Of course, I went to the Huaxia Qigong and Acupuncture Training School." Liu 13 said mysteriously.

In the 80s, it has been a few years since the reform and opening up in Beijing, and all kinds of new things have emerged one after another. At this time, the wave of qigong cultivation by the whole people was in the ascendant, and the human body science represented by special functions such as "ear literacy" was in vogue, and there were many lectures and study classes, and some famous qigong masters and superpowers gathered in the capital.

There is a three-storey old building near the Temple of Heaven, and in front of the door hangs a sign that reads "Huaxia Qigong and Acupuncture Training School".

Two alleys away from the school, they found a basement hostel called "Dongfeng Hotel", and the accommodation fee was not expensive, only five yuan a night.

The next day, Arira walked into the school gate wearing the navy blue tunic suit, and Liu Shisan stayed alone at the Dongfeng Hotel to wait for him.

In the office, Sister Du was about thirty years old, and she was very polite and enthusiastic, handed Youliang an enrollment registration form, and asked in surprise when she looked at him trembling and filling out the form: "Do you have disabilities in your hands?" ”

"Wild dog bites." Arirashi replied lightly.

"Alas," Sister Du read the registration form and sighed, "Although your child has no parents, he is disabled and determined to study, and he is really persevering at the age of seventeen." ”

Arira signed up, paid the tuition fee and was taken to the department.

"Youliang, there are a total of two teachers in our school, one is Professor Sun Yifeng, who teaches classical acupuncture, and the one in front of him is Master Li Lin, who teaches 'Xianggong'." Sister Du said.

The middle-aged man with a ruddy face on the sofa was drinking tea, and he looked up at Youliang and seemed to be a little surprised: "Have you practiced qigong before?" ”

Arara shook his head.

"I feel that the aura in your body seems to be quite strong, come and let me take a look," Li Lin beckoned Youliang to come to him, grabbed his wrist and tried it, and said to himself, "Strange, and you can't detect internal force, maybe your physique is naturally different from ordinary people." ”

"This child was bitten by wild dogs when he was a child, and he was left with a lifelong disability." Sister Du said regretfully.

"This is not a big problem, many paralyzed patients among my students back then have regained their feet through practice." Li Lin boasted.

"The school arranges qigong classes in the morning and acupuncture in the afternoon, you go back today to prepare, and the new semester will start tomorrow." Sister Du told him.

Arira returned to the hotel room and explained the situation.

Liu Shisan nodded: "It's okay to deal with the 'Xianggong' in the morning, and when you take acupuncture classes, you have to try to get Professor Sun's attention and gain his favor, the closer the relationship, the better, understand?" ”

"I know it."

The next day, Youliang arrived at the classroom on time, and there were already dozens of people sitting in it, both men and women, mostly elderly people in their fifties and sixties, all of whom had come to receive qigong training for health preservation.

"Students, my name is Li Lin, and I will teach you 'Chinese Buddhism Aromatic Wisdom and Enlightenment Qigong' from today onwards, referred to as 'Xianggong'. This skill was created by a tantric monk more than 2,000 years ago, Master Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty, you should all know the Tao, by the way, it is Tang Sanzang in the Journey to the West, his incense skills are famous, it is said that when Tang monks practice, half of Chang'an City can smell the fragrance. ”

Everyone threw themselves into each other's ears, and they all chattered.

"The contemporary authentic descendant of Xianggong is my Li Lin, who suffered from epidermal exfoliation when he was a child and almost died, but fortunately met a Tibetan Tantric Living Buddha who used incense to heal and teach this exercise. I still remember that when the master was parting, he had left a message of 'going out of the mountains to help the world and benefit the common people', so I came to the capital to teach the class, and I also told you a good news, the master said that he would work on the Kunlun Mountain, and you are lucky to be able to face the west at 7:15 a.m. every morning and receive the master's thousands of miles of teaching. Li Lin said with great reverence.

"Really? That's great. The wrinkled faces of the old people in the audience had childlike smiles.