Maybe you have to ask, aren't you called Situ Shankong? Why is it called Situ Qin again? Situ Qin is actually my original name, Situ Shankong, which was later given to me by my master. I have two masters before and after, one is from the Taoist sect and the other is from the people. The master of the Daomen gave me a mountain character, and the folk master gave me an empty character, so until later, I kept saying that my name was Situ Shankong.

However, my father once told me when I was young that my ancestors did not have the surname Situ, but the surname Si. And if you push it up a few hundred years, it is surnamed Sima. Maybe you have to ask again, why is the ancestor surnamed Sima, and then he becomes Situ in your generation, and the specific reason, I will find an opportunity to tell you in the future.

And my father, because he was a brother at Wanglongmen Wharf, participated in the Anti-Japanese War, but returned home during the civil war. After the liberation, the state banned the Pao Ge organization, and my father was imprisoned as a three-anti element because he was a small leader. When I was 6 years old, my parents sent me to the old school on Baixiang Street, trying to change my fate by going to school, and teaching my husband was a man from the previous dynasty, and after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, he began to be a teacher. However, soon after the liberation, the old school was completely banned. I went to school with me, along with my best friend from childhood, whom we all called "Earth Wrapping Heaven".

The reason why he is called this name is because his mandible is more prominent than the maxilla, and when the mouth is closed, the lower row of teeth is on the outside of the upper row of teeth, so he is jokingly called the earth. His father was also a fighter in the Sichuan Army against Japan, but he was not as lucky as my father, he went out alone, and when he came back, he became a tattered and bloody military uniform. So Di Baotian's mother passed him on to her deceased husband's younger brother as an adopted son, a young man who set up a stall at the corner of the street, bought soy milk fritters, and sugary rice balls, and we all called him the second uncle.

Since I was very good at eating when I was a child, I often went to my second uncle's stall to eat rice balls when I went to school together. It is precisely because I can eat a big piece that my second uncle has always called me "Mangwazi". "Mang" in Sichuan dialect usually means that the lump is big and sturdy and can be eaten.

The Taoist priest listened attentively to what I had told me about the past, even though my father and mother had told me all but the part of my own memory. In those days, it was glorious to be a soldier, and it was awesome to know how to read, as long as a person was down-to-earth and would enter a factory as a worker in the future, that would be the best destination.

The Taoist priest looked at me with a look of pity in his eyes, he told me to come to him, and then said to me, "Little baby, from the day you came with your uncle, you are eager to learn and dare to ask, which makes me like it very much." I'm glad that you look up to a Taoist priest, but it's not easy to walk, and it may get harder and harder, aren't you worried?

I told the Taoist priest that I am not afraid of hardship, nor of running out of money, as long as I don't starve to death, I don't care about anything else. The Taoist priest hesitated and asked me, are you just trying to be able to dress and eat? I shook my head and said no, because I saw that you are willing to help others, you are a good person, and I want to be a good person.

Maybe it was my categorical words, although the Taoist priest did not accept me as an apprentice that day, he asked me to kowtow to tea and call him Mr. instead. His surname is Lin, his name is Lin Qishan, and he told me that he is a monk of the Quanzhen School, but most of his skills are learned from the Dharma of the Zhengyi School. As for why he's so special, I don't know.

On that day, Mr. Lin asked me to go home and talk to my uncle, and then stay again the next day. After all, half of my reckless apprenticeship was due to my uncle's persuasion. So I got drunk with my uncle that night, and the next day I set out on my apprenticeship.

Mr. Lin told me that in the first days, I could only follow him to do chores, and he would teach me to remember some things, but he would not teach me how to use them for the time being. In his spare time, Mr. Lin would pour all the contents of his own box on the table, asking me to remember the name of each item and what it was for. I could only put it back in the box every time I remembered it, and I remembered it once a day, and I was soon able to memorize the mess in his box.

This kind of study is actually very boring, and in the days with Mr. Lin, I am more often cleaning the house for him, or cooking for him. My relationship with him has also changed from the usual restraint, and from time to time, we will amuse each other for a while.

In three months, I passed the test and successfully entered the master's door, and my title to him changed from Mr. Lin to Master. On that day, after suing the Sanqing Patriarch, the master gave me the word "mountain", which is said to mean that I am as majestic as a mountain and stand up to the sky and the earth.

On that day, Master was very happy and said that he was going to take me down to the restaurant to celebrate my successful apprenticeship.

After eating the clear soup for so long, I almost jumped for joy when I heard the words "go to the restaurant". You must know that in the past few months, most of the time there is no meat, and occasionally I think that eating an egg is an early New Year. In fact, I have some of the money I saved earlier, and Master is not so poor that he eats vegetarian food, but I think since he didn't mention it, I gritted my teeth and endured, after all, Master is a person who has suffered hardships, and any peaceful meal now is a gift to him.

But I'm different, I haven't suffered much since I was a child, although it's not a ton of fish and meat, but my family is good, I've tasted everything, these months really put me up in a panic, once I couldn't help it, I went to coax the neighbor's child who was gnawing on the meatloaf, I said I would do tricks, I can turn your round cake into a crooked moon, the child didn't believe it, so I took a big bite of the meatloaf in his hand, and then told him inarticulately, look, it's now the moon, right?

Since then, my daily homework has changed from cleaning the house to memorizing scriptures and studying the legal code. Cooking has also become a matter of me and Master taking turns each of us a day. From that time on, Master would take the initiative to go out and pick up some work and come back, I hope it wasn't because he thought my appetite was too big to overwhelm him, but it was basically very simple funeral rituals or burial in the underworld, etc., and he would take me with him, on the one hand, to open my eyes, and on the other hand, let me learn his movements and techniques.

On weekdays, I habitually laugh with the master, and he is not angry, and occasionally he will be naughty with me. However, when the master was teaching me, he was very strict with me, and if he memorized a word wrong, he would beat his calf with a burning stick, and if he memorized a wrong sentence, he would be punished for copying it 20 times.

As the saying goes, a strict teacher produces a high apprentice, whether I am a high apprentice or not, I still don't know, because my study stays on the premise that there is no actual combat foundation, what is the use of memorizing a belly of scriptures?

What's the use of seeing so many rituals? So one night when I was chatting with Master at the door, I told him about my confusion, and he told me that kung fu should be solid step by step, and if you teach me some great crafts at the beginning, I am afraid that I will be too tender and will not know how to put it away freely.

I thought to myself, so I continued to study with peace of mind. Fortunately, I am a person who can read, and my memory is not bad, and I have been in the master's school for about a year, and I can recite any passage of the master's examination word for word, and I can explain its meaning completely and unmistakably.

Master was very satisfied with my progress, so he was happy again that day, and I thought he was going to take me down to the restaurant again, but he said to me, you haven't been home for more than a year, starting tomorrow, take a few days to go back to see your uncle and your friends, and when you come back, I will teach you the use of some spells, and at the same time, you will follow me to a foreign country.

When I heard this, I was excited, not because the master wanted to teach me spells, but because he wanted to take me to other places. You must know that the farthest I have walked in more than a year is that back mountain. So I happily asked, Master, where are you going? What are you going to do? Master said that when I went to a small county town in the northwest, I received a letter from an old friend and had to help solve a problem. I asked again, "What's the matter?"

Master looked at me with a hint of uneasiness on his expression, and then said to me, "Ghost thing."