Lan Feihong eats as much as an adult man, but the "well-meaning people" next door treat him like a child. He can only eat half full all day long but has nowhere to complain. He also has to take care of the hard work of raising chickens and ducks, cutting grass and feeding cattle.

I often wet my pillow in the middle of the night because I miss my mother.

On this day, my mother Lan asked me in a dream: "Hong'er, why not go to Ziyang Temple and be a Taoist boy next to the immortal..."

Early the next morning, Lan Feihong simply packed up and left home alone with only five or six remaining steamed buns. He searched all the way until he finished eating the steamed buns and finally arrived at the foot of the picking peak before the sun set.

After climbing to the top of the mountain and arriving at the gate of the Taoist temple, Lan Feihong squatted in front of the threshold and waited. The night was getting darker, the dew on the mountain was heavy, and the temperature dropped sharply. He could only curl up half against the gate and fell asleep.

As the first ray of sunlight shone down at dawn, Lan Feihong woke up quietly. In front of him, a Taoist with white eyebrows was bending down to look at him. He was startled. He stood up quickly and clung to the wall, not daring to speak.

"My child, are you lost?" Taoist Baimei asked, and Lan Feihong shook his head.

"But here for fun?" Taoist Baimei continued to ask, but Lan Feihong still shook his head.

"But looking for someone?" Taoist Baimei took the trouble, and this time Lan Feihong nodded.

"Who are you looking for? Looking for me?" Taoist Baimei stood up, rolled up his sleeves and robe, opened the door with a gentle push, and stepped in.

"Immortal?" Lan Feihong blurted out.

"I am not an immortal." The white-browed Taoist, who was carrying his back, laughed and said, "Are you Feihong?"

"The immortal knows me?" Lan Feihong tilted his head: "But I have never seen the immortal!"

"I've seen it, I've seen it, it's been exactly three years." Taoist Baimei turned around and asked, "How is your mother?"

"My mother, my mother is dead! She died of illness!" Lan Feihong sobbed a few times, and tears fell down.

"Huh?" Taoist Baimei was a little surprised. He pinched his fingers to calculate and said strangely: "Looking at the face of this poor Taoist, he doesn't look like a short-lived person!"

"Hong'er is willing to be a boy in front of the immortal, and please let the immortal keep me in the temple." Lan Feihong said, this was exactly what his mother Lan said in her dream.

The white-browed Taoist looked at the child in front of him and sighed softly: "Well, since you and I are destined, I will accept you. You can be a Taoist boy in Ziyang Temple. From now on, you can call me Master."

"Come with me!" Taoist Baimei stood up and walked into the temple, followed closely by Lan Feihong. The temple is not big, with only three rooms inside. Entering the main entrance is the main hall. In front of the hall is a large copper incense burner, and behind the spiritual platform are three

Master Qing, one of the other two rooms is the residence of Taoist Baimei, and the other room has two rooms, one is the alchemy room, and the other is the utility room.

After cleaning the utility room as Lan Feihong's room, Taoist Master Baimei brought him a set of well-fitting Taoist robes and a hair crown, and said: "I will follow the poor Taoist Qingxiu, I hope you can endure the loneliness, and you can go down the mountain after you are fourteen years old.

"

"Master, why are you fourteen? I want to stay here all my life." Lan Feihong said without thinking.

Taoist Baimei laughed and said with profound meaning: "A lifetime? A lifetime is very long. When you reach that age, you will not say such things again." After saying that, he raised his head and looked into the distance and added: "Maybe you will in the future.

I want to come back again.”

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In the blink of an eye, Lan Feihong has been up the mountain for three months. In addition to reading some classics, he just helps his master with cleaning and cooking, and takes care of the nursery in the courtyard. The flowers and plants in this nursery are from Taoist Baimei.

This treasure is said to be a magical elixir used to make elixirs.

There were only two masters and disciples in Ziyang Temple. On weekdays, not many people came, and the life was quite deserted. But on this day, a young Taoist priest came up the mountain and handed Taoist Baimei a scroll of scriptures. After that, Taoist Baimei greeted him politely.

Please enter the house.

"Shu Qing is ashamed. He has to rely on the blessings of his descendants before he can return to his family and recognize his ancestors." Inside the house, Taoist Baimei opened the Jing Zhao and said to the young Taoist priest: "I really bother you to make this trip myself."

"No, we who are cultivators of immortality pay the most attention to cause and effect. The Zhou family can only produce Zhou Wenying, but it cannot be separated from the causes planted by the predecessors." The young Taoist priest said lightly: "I am just following orders this time. As for the

Senior, please make your own decisions when you want to return to the clan."

After seeing off the young Taoist priest, Taoist Baimei looked into the distance in a daze, with no sign of joy or sadness on his face. He murmured: "After thirty years, I never thought that this day would come to me."

"Feihong, come with me." Entering the temple, Taoist Baimei called Lan Feihong to him. He was quite satisfied with this son. He was hard-working, careful and honest, and he was also very smart. What about the herbs in the nursery?

He remembered the name, year, and cooking method after only saying it once.

"Feihong, starting today, in addition to the daily morning classes, my teacher should also teach you some methods to strengthen your body." Taoist Baimei said with a smile.

"Master, you want to teach me martial arts?" Lan Feihong was overjoyed. When he got up early one morning, he happened to see Taoist Baimei practicing boxing in the courtyard. Although the boxing technique seemed weak and weak, a flying bird happened to fly by at that time.

It was grabbed by the master and held in the palm of his hand, no matter how much its wings flapped, it could not fly. He was amazed when he saw it, thinking that this must be the magical martial arts written in the book!

"Haha, that's right!" Taoist Baimei said with a smile: "As a teacher, I will teach you the breathing formula first, and then I will teach you the skills of your hands and feet when your breath is stronger. However, the scriptures and classics in the house must not be abandoned, but

remember?"

Lan Feihong kept it in mind and nodded heavily. Taoist Baimei took out a book from his waist and passed it over. After thinking about it, he took out another book from his inner sleeve and gave it to him.

"This first book is called Zhoutian Breathing Technique. Remember the secret and practice it frequently, which will make your breath long and your body strong." Taoist Baimei explained: "As for the second book, it is not a martial arts practice, it is just a

This article is just a formula that can help you get rid of distracting thoughts and sublimate your body and mind. You can read it carefully and experience it as a mental method to assist you in your cultivation."

Lan Feihong happily took the two classics and left. Taoist Baimei looked at his back and said to himself: "Everything if, it all depends on good fortune."

After finishing his chores and returning to his room, Lan Feihong couldn't wait to open the Sunday breathing technique that his master had given him. He sat cross-legged as written in the book, then took a deep breath and directed his breath according to the book.

Guide the route indicated in the middle to the whole body, then sink into the lower abdomen, and finally discharge the turbid air from the body. Repeat several times.

After trying it a few times, it was not difficult, but sitting quietly with eyes closed would be boring and boring. After a long time, he would become even more upset. Lan Feihong took out another book with four big black characters written on the cover: "Bodhi Heart Sutra"

”.

Opening the first page, it reads: Have no desires or pursuits, regard fame and wealth as passing by, regard the past as a dream, the energy moves first and the intention comes first, and the energy will arrive when the intention comes...

After reciting it silently several times, it really had some effect. The annoyance in his heart was slightly reduced, and his breathing became smoother. He sat down cross-legged again and breathed out. He went back and forth like this all night. On the second day, Fei Fei did not feel tired at all, but became more and more relaxed.

I feel more and more energetic, and I can’t help but admire in my heart.

"Feihong, did you practice according to the book last night?" During morning class, Master Baimei asked, "Is there anything strange about your body?"

Lan Feihong nodded: "Whenever my disciple feels restless while meditating, he silently recites the mantras on the Heart Sutra, and he feels refreshed and energetic!"

Nodding slightly, Taoist Baimei said: "Practice must be sustained to see the effect. You should practice diligently in the past few months. The teacher will check your progress at that time."

A month passed like this. On this day, when Lan Feihong expelled a breath of turbid air from his body, he suddenly found that there was still a ball of air swimming in his lower abdomen, with a cool, itchy and numb feeling.

"Hey! What is this?" Lan Feihong was curious. He could control the air to move around in his body as he pleased, but it couldn't be discharged. However, his body did not feel any discomfort because of it, so he just let it go.

, but as the time of cultivation increased, he felt that the air mass in his body had increased significantly. He wanted to ask the master for questions and answers, but Taoist Baimei retreated at this time.

After practicing diligently every day, Lan Feihong clearly felt that his strength had increased a lot. He could carry water down the mountain and reach the top of the mountain in one breath. His body was also much stronger. The temperature on the mountain dropped sharply at night and he didn't feel cold even if he was bare-chested. But the strange thing is that
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