Family cultivation: a psychic mirror at the beginning

Yue State, Yuncang County, Liujiazhuang.

"Immortals are born by eating the energy of heaven and earth, participating in yin and yang, seizing luck, mastering magical powers, and realizing immortality.

Everything has its destiny, but immortals can change their destiny against the will of heaven, in order to achieve immortality and transcend the reincarnation of the five elements. "

Outside the village, under the shade of a willow tree, a blind Taoist man wearing a tattered Taoist robe and looking very slovenly sat cross-legged on a stone bench, stroking his beard with one hand and speaking softly.

In front of him, a group of half-grown children from Liujiazhuang were sitting around, listening to him with great interest as he told the secrets about the immortals on the mountain.

"Old Taoist Master, are the gods on the mountain really that powerful?"

A lean young man wearing a short-sleeve shirt stared at the blind old man sitting cross-legged on the stone bench with sharp eyes, and asked aloud.

"Naturally, everyone knows that the Taoist ancestors once contended with the way of heaven, the Confucian sages once contended with fate, and the Buddha once fought against reincarnation. All for the sake of the eternal realm of immortality, hoping to be on par with the sun and the moon of heaven and earth."

The blind old man stroked his beard and smiled, looking at the lean young man in front of him, his voice serious.

"Unexpectedly, the immortal on the mountain is so powerful and dares to compete with the way of heaven, fate and reincarnation."

The lean young man was shocked, and he felt sincere respect for the 'Taoist', 'Confucian sage' and 'Buddha' mentioned by the blind old Taoist.

Those people must be awesome!

"By the way, old Taoist Priest, last time you told us the story of the Mojiao clan in Jiuli Mountain. May I ask, what happened to the Mojiao clan later?"

After retracting his thoughts, the lean young man slowly raised his head and focused his gaze on the blind old man again. He recalled the story that he had not heard last time, "Xu Shengren killed the ink dragon in anger".

"Is there any wine?"

The blind old man raised his hand to stroke his beard with a playful look on his face.

"Give!"

The lean boy handed the blind old man a wine flask, which contained the old daughter's red wine he had stolen from under his father's bed.

It was clear that the blind old man in front of him, whose origin was unknown, was an alcoholic.

Every day I listen to him telling stories about the immortals fighting various monsters on the mountain. If I don’t give him some benefits, I don’t know how long it will take to hear the ‘decomposition next time’?

Fortunately, the lean boy had prepared everything well before going out.

He took the wine bottle and uncorked it.

The blind old man greedily took a deep sip of the aroma of the wine, with an intoxicated look on his face. He raised his head and drank, then smacked his lips and praised: "The wine is good!"

"Old Taoist Priest, you've drank this wine and taken the benefits. Isn't it time for you to get down to business? Then what happened to the Mojiao clan?"

The lean boy had a smile on his face.

The other children in Liujiazhuang also looked at each other eagerly.

"What else could happen? Just be destroyed!"

The blind old man sneered and continued drinking.

The lean boy and the children in Liujiacun waited for a long time, but they didn't wait for the follow-up. They couldn't help but frown: "No more?"

"Gone!"

The blind old man nodded seriously.

"Old Taoist Master, aren't you just deceiving me? Give me back the wine!"

The lean boy was a little angry and rushed forward to take back the wine bottle.

As a result, the blind old Taoist seemed not to be blind, and nimbly avoided his pounce, causing him to accidentally fall down.

"Little baby, why are you so angry?"

"You tricked me into drinking, and you still have the nerve to ask me why I'm so angry?"

The young man staggered to his feet and glared at the blind old man angrily.

"Sit down obediently! Pindao will continue to speak to you later."

After hearing this, the lean young man sat down again with a calm mind, and listened to the blind old Taoist continue to tell the story of the immortals slaying demons on the mountain. He was fascinated by the immortals who could fly up and down in the sky and wield swords thousands of miles away to slay demons. Full of deep reverence and curiosity.

"Old Taoist, are there really immortals in this world?"

"Have."

The blind old man smiled softly.

"But why have we never met?"

"If you mortals living in a small village can see it, can you still call it an immortal?

The so-called immortals naturally live in seclusion in the blessed land of caves and heavens, hiding from the mountains and dew water, and are dedicated to seeking the path to immortality.

It is as difficult for a mortal to meet an immortal as it is to ascend to heaven! "

"But haven't you ever told a story before about a certain scholar who was a high school student who spent all his wealth and left his hometown just to seek immortality?

Didn’t that Juren later meet an immortal on the mountain and eventually become a saint?

Why is it so difficult for a mortal to meet an immortal? "

The boy was curious.

"You have to raise your spiritual roots for this!"

"Spiritual roots?"

"Yes, whether a mortal can cultivate immortality depends on whether he has spiritual roots? As long as he has spiritual roots, he will meet the immortals, be guided by them, and go to the mountains to practice and seek the way to immortality."

"Then look at me, do I have spiritual roots?"

The young man stepped forward with a smile.

The blind old man knocked on the young man's forehead: "No!"

"How can it be so easy to create a spiritual root? Among mortals, not even one in a million can do so."

"Is it so difficult?"

The young man rubbed his painful forehead, looked at the blind old man, and muttered.

"The more difficult part is yet to come! Do you think that with spiritual roots, cultivating immortality will be a smooth journey? As everyone knows, this is just the beginning!"

"Okay! Okay! I've finished telling the story, and I've said enough for you kids. Hurry up, everyone goes back to their homes and finds their mothers. I still have to take a nap!"

After yawning, the blind old man started waving his hands to drive people away. Immediately, he lay down on the stone bench under the big willow tree and fell into a deep sleep. Not long after, there was the sound of snoring.

"You fall asleep so fast, just like a pig!"

The young man glanced at the sleeping blind old man, muttered something in a low voice, and then took many children from Liujiacun back to the village.

"Brother Yan Shui, tell me, is what the old Taoist said true?"

A little fat man who was about seven years old and still had snot bubbles on his nose came to the side of the lean boy. He looked at the blind old man under the willow tree, and then looked at the lean boy with longing eyes.

"What's real or fake?"

The lean boy responded.

"As the old Taoist said just now, as long as you have spiritual roots, you can see the immortals? Can you also follow the immortals into the mountains to practice and seek the way to immortality?"

"I don't know. However, I hope what the old Taoist priest said is true. I have lived for seven or eight years, and I have never seen an immortal! I don't know what he looks like?"

"Brother Yan Shui is so smart, he must have spiritual roots. I believe that it won't be long before we can meet the immortal."

"Stop flattering me! That stinking Taoist priest already said that I don't have spiritual roots."

The lean boy laughed and cursed angrily.

When it comes to not having spiritual roots and no chance of cultivating immortality. A trace of sadness flashed in the young man's eyes.

His name is Liu Yanshui, he is eight years old this year, he is a direct descendant of the Liu family, and he is well-known as the king of children in the village.

On weekdays, during the day, I led a group of followers up the mountain to dig out bird's nests and fish in the water to catch loaches. At night, I secretly used a slingshot to beat the old hens in other people's yards, and then killed them and took them to the back mountain for processing.

Carefree and happy.

Until a year ago, a sloppy old Taoist priest came to the village out of nowhere and began to tell stories about immortals to these children.

A brand new door suddenly opened in front of Liu Yanshui, allowing him to see that the world outside Liujia Village was very big. In this world, there were immortals who could fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and there were also some monsters that ate people without spitting out their bones. Weird.

There is the tragic story of Lu Jian's immortal sword knocking on the gate of heaven, attaining enlightenment and ascending to heaven, only to fall under the punishment of God.

There is the perseverance of Wu Laodao who traveled thousands of miles barefoot, worshiped in the Holy Land of the Three Purities of Taoism, and attained enlightenment in his later years.

There are also many people who have dissipated their family wealth, retreated from their merits, sought immortality and sought immortality.

There are also Confucian saints who have the ambition to preach and teach in the great sage's land and make disciples all over the world.

There are also Buddhist monks who open altars and give lectures, attracting thousands of believers to visit, with lotus blossoms blooming on their tongues, and the auspiciousness of the nine heavens descending on them.

Liu Yanshui has always admired and yearned for those superior immortals described by the blind old Taoist.

I long to be able to seek immortality and ask questions, and I hope that in the future I can be like those powerful immortals, slaying monsters with swords, catching stars and catching the moon, wandering in the sea of ​​clouds in the morning and evening in the sky.

See the vast world!

But now, I guess these distant fantasies can only be imagined in my mind.

Fortunately, he is quite open-minded. If he cannot cultivate immortality, he cannot cultivate immortality. He will lie down in the village obediently, accompanied by his parents and younger sisters. When he grows up, he will marry a beautiful wife and give birth to ten or eight fat boys who will live peacefully. There seems to be nothing wrong with living a life.

"Harm! That old Taoist priest is blind. How could he see how powerful my brother Yan Shui is?"

The little fat man with a snotty nose raised his chin, a look of pride and confidence on his face.

"Something's wrong with you today!"

"Huh? Is there any? Brother Yan Shui, what's wrong with me?"

"Normally, you never flatter me! Tell me! Do you want to ask me for something?"

Liu Yanshui stared at the little fat man and narrowed his eyes.

The little fat man’s name is Liu Yandong.

Liu Yanshui and Liu Yanshui grew up together wearing crotchless pants. Liu Yanshui knew exactly where the other person's butt was going to poop.

Since they got along, Liu Yandong has never been able to hide anything from Liu Yanshui.

"Hey! Hey!"

The little fat man smiled awkwardly, and then said nonchalantly: "Brother Yan Shui is really smart, he can see through me at a glance. To be honest, brother, I do have something to ask for."

"Fuck away!"

"Isn't this...Mr. Yu punished me to copy the "Three Character Classic" a hundred times! You know that I have an old problem of getting dizzy when I see the words, so I want Brother Yan Shui... ..”

"Help you copy the Three Character Classic?"

"Yeah!"

Liu Yandong's head was nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, with a sinister smile on his face.

"Have your spring and autumn dream! Mr. Yu punished me to copy the "Jingxin Sutra" three hundred times, and I haven't finished it yet!"

(ps: I felt there were some shortcomings in the first chapter, so I revised it slightly. It will not affect subsequent reading. I also ask all readers to collect it, follow up and support it. Thank you all for your trust)