Chapter 3: Embarking on the Path of Cultivation

A small flag, a heavy rainstorm, turned my fate around......

After I struggled to scream at the sky, the torrential rain quickly stopped, and by the time I came back to my senses, I was surrounded by villagers standing all around.

"Santong, did you hear the dragon's cry just now?"

“... yes, that's where the voice came from, did you see something?"

“......”

The villagers of Jiusizhang may have seen me standing there stupidly, thinking that I had found something, oh my God! What dragon is calling, I only know that just now I shouted frantically in order to vent the depression and discomfort in my heart, and asked me what I saw? I did see something strange, that is, the little flag can fly, and the small flag can really block thunderstorms as the legend says, but can the villagers of Jiusizhang believe it? I opened my mouth, hesitated, and said nothing.

When I think of the little flag, I realize that I don't know when it will return to my hands.

My attentive father noticed that I had a nosebleed and quickly asked what was wrong, I smiled, stepped forward, and wanted to walk over to tell my father that nothing had happened at all, but I couldn't move, I didn't even have the strength to speak, and I was limp on the ground.

After this storm, I was very sick and weak, and I didn't know what was wrong. The barefoot doctor was helpless, and my family sent me to the provincial people's hospital. The doctor said that I was seriously deficient in nutrition, and gave me a lot of drips, but my body still did not improve much, and finally I was an old Chinese medicine doctor, who looked at me and said that it was a serious loss of essence and blood.

But my illness is very strange.

A few days after I got better, on the night I was discharged from the hospital and returned to the third uncle's house in the provincial capital, I saw wind, rain, thunder and lightning again in my dream. The scene in the dream was almost the same as the rainstorm, which made me uncomfortable in the dream, and it was then that a big yellow flag came out of the sky, calming everything down, and finally in the dream I only saw the existence of the big flag, and I was relieved, I woke up, and found that I was weak, but fortunately there was no nosebleed this time.

This time I was not hospitalized, the third uncle took the prescription prescribed by the old Chinese medicine doctor and grabbed a few pairs of big tonic medicines for me, and after a few days, I slowly got better again.

When I had the strength to move, I immediately turned up the pillow and wanted to take out the small flag to see, because I had the same dream for several days in a row, except for the first time there was wind, rain, thunder and lightning, only one flag appeared quietly in my dream for several other nights, and the big flag gave me a very familiar feeling, its appearance, and the small flag that accompanied me for more than a year is exactly the same.

The strange thing is that the little flag is missing, I asked the third uncle and the third aunt, and asked Zhang Fuhong, and they all said that they had never seen anything under my pillow.

In this way, the little flag disappeared, but it appeared in my dreams every night.

My body has completely improved, my cousin Zhang Fuhong told me jealously that I have grown a lot taller, in the past, Zhang Fuhong and I were almost 1.7 meters, but now it seems that I am half a head taller than him, take out a ruler and measure, I have grown a full eight centimeters taller. I am so happy that I am finally superior to this kid.

For the next few days, I went to the provincial library to look through books and materials, trying to find out what was going on with me. Every night when I came home and saw Zhang Fuhong, I felt that he was very energetic, full of red light, but within a few days, Zhang Fuhong was sent to the hospital with a nosebleed, or the old Chinese medicine doctor, saying that Zhang Fuhong was too bloody, it turned out that this kid wanted to grow taller like me, so he secretly ate the Chinese medicine I took when I was sick, but he didn't grow a little taller, but he made everyone have a false alarm.

I consulted a lot of books related to mysterious phenomena in the library of the provincial capital, and in a book "Deciphering the Mysterious Phenomena of Human Beings", I saw such a passage: Man is the spirit of the universe, man is pregnant with the holographic of the universe, and man is composed of two aspects: body and soul, body and consciousness. If we think of man as a synthesis of matter and spirit, then matter is the body, spirit is consciousness, and a person is a small universe. Through this passage, I reluctantly gave myself an explanation, that is, there was wind, rain, thunder, and lightning in my small universe, and now that little flag may have run into my small universe, and my dream is not a dream, but a true reflection of my consciousness.

But what exactly is the little flag? I have a bold idea, is the little flag similar to the magic weapon in Chinese mythology? And the magic weapon can be refined into the human body, doesn't my little flag run into my own small universe? This thought together, I was very excited, and during that period of time, I read a lot of myths and legends, qigong cultivation methods, and Buddhist and Taoist related scriptures.

Every day in the library, I will meet a girl, she is in the same class as me, she is very beautiful, her voice is cool and soft, and she is almost 1.7 meters tall, this girl's name is Wu Xiaoman, and she is the literary committee member of our class.

Every time I see Wu Xiaoman, she is holding a different music book and singing in a hoarse voice. But Wu Xiaoman's eyes were very cold when he passed by me, and when he saw the book I was reading, he showed even more disdain.

I never do anything boring for myself, so I never took the initiative to say hello to her, isn't it just that I am poor at studying?

I still watch ancient Chinese myths and stories, look at it and smirk, I fantasize that my little flag is really a magic weapon, I call the wind and rain, I travel for nine days......

The third uncle thought that I had enlightened me and knew the importance of studying hard, so he asked my cousin Zhang Fuhong to study in the provincial library with me, but this kid was too lazy to go, but when I saw Wu Xiaoman's classmate also appear in the library, my cousin went to the library every day and was more active than me, I still enjoyed myself and never birded him to do anything.

When the second year of high school was about to start, I was almost under the spell, and I thought that Xiaoqi was a magic weapon. When I got it a year ago, I bit my lip and blood dripped on it, and the legendary magic weapon seemed to be made of blood. I held the little flag for a whole year, and when I was bored, I was a friend, and I was more unconsciously connected with it, as if it was also the method of refining the legendary magic weapon. In addition, when I returned to my hometown during the summer vacation, Jiusizhang encountered that storm, which activated the small flag......

In the end, I secretly decided that I wanted to cultivate the Tao.

After the start of school, I had some more books in my school bag, "Tao Te Ching", "I Ching", "Wuzhen Chapter", "The Legend of the Immortals", ...... In the study arranged for me by the third uncle, there are almost a bunch of such books, what is "Hug Puzi Inner Chapter", "Tongxuan Zhenjing......

I searched almost all the bookstores in the provincial capital, and there were hundreds of related books, and no one taught me to cultivate, so I had to explore it myself, and in this way, I embarked on the road of cultivation......