Back at the village at the foot of the mountain, Zhou Zhengyu was already walking and his legs were weak. He sat on the ground and pointed at Nie Jun and laughed: "Brother, you are like you have escaped from Africa."

"You can't be much better, either," said Nie Jun.

Zhou Zhengyu touched the stubble on his chin and suddenly became angry: "Fuck, I have been looking for you in the mountains for eight days. This is summer. I haven't taken a bath for 11 days. I have been walking on the mountain road for dozens of miles a day, and my feet are blistering for me!"

Nie Jun joked: "It's great. I've been back after staying abroad and my perseverance has improved a lot. Just when you were studying in the past, let alone walking on the Batian Mountain Road, it would be difficult for you to walk on the cement road for several hours."

"Speak sarcastic words, right? Speak sarcastic words, right?" Zhou Zhengyu took off the Nike sneakers on his feet, and immediately smelled stenched. He threw them out as a poisonous gas bomb.

Nie Jun was hit directly, his body shook, and he covered his pain and said, "Don't do it, my buddy is weak."

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Aren't you cultivating immortals? You should be able to cultivate a bronze and iron bone."

"You don't eat meat for a year, only use half a pound of vegetable oil, and save salt. You rely on beans to supplement protein. You will know whether your body is weak or not," Nie Jun sat cross-legged and said, "We are called ascetic monks. We are not practicing the physical body, but mental state."

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Come on, you. From a scientific point of view, a person's nutritional intake will only cause dizziness, memory loss, and brain work efficiency. If you are so weak in your body, you will still practice your mental state, and it will be strange if you are mentally healthy."

"You don't understand even if you say it." Nie Jun was too lazy to explain.

"No more, I'll go take a shower first. His mother is so uncomfortable all over." Zhou Zhengyu patted his butt and stood up, and ran to borrow the farm kitchen to burn the bath water.

The farmers who went up the mountain together stopped him: "Boss, I agreed to go to the mountain for 100 yuan a day. It took a total of 11 days to go back and forth. You should pay the wages first."

Zhou Zhengyu only found 5,000 yuan in cash from his backpack and gave each person 400 yuan and said, "I have to save some money back to the city and give me your name and address. I will send the remaining money after I go back."

The farmers looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Forget it," Zhou Zhengyu pulled out the phone card from his phone, "I bought this phone half a month ago, the original price was more than 8,000 yuan. Now who wants it? Take it away for 5,000 yuan... Each person wants it? 4,000 yuan, I'm paying half the price... No one wants it at half the price? Do you know the goods?"

"Hahahaha!" Nie Jun laughed out loud when he saw Zhou Zhengyu being defeated.

Zhou Zhengyu said angrily: "You are so laughing. If I hadn't spent money here to find you, I would have to suffer?"

"You wait." Nie Jun turned around and left.

Hermits also need to eat, drink, defecate, and scatter. They can grow some vegetables by themselves, but they must go down the mountain to buy oil, salt, rice and flour. Of course, there are also devout kind-hearted people who provide them with them and regularly send some necessities for daily life, but they must be prepared.

Nie Jun went down the mountain three times a year, mainly buying beans and rice and flour, and had a few times dealing with the villagers. He soon found the son of the village party secretary, a young man in his 20s. His family contracted a quarry and made money by selling tombstones and stone lions. He had been a household of 10,000 yuan a few years ago.

"This is really the original price of more than 8,000?" The young man touched his phone and couldn't bear to put it down.

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Why are you lying to?"

The young man took out his copycat phone, which was like the No. 7 battery. Compared with the two, he bargained and said, "I bought it for 2,000 yuan."

"It's 4,000 yuan, don't you like to buy it," said Zhou Zhengyu.

The young man's family is very powerful locally, but when he looked at Zhou Zhengyu's mobile phone and Zhou Zhengyu's exquisite watch, he still put down his mind of forcing his purchase: "Your friend is a monk in the mountains, and the villagers have always respected monks very much. Let's do this, just give your friends face. I bought this mobile phone for 3,500."

"Take 3,000 yuan and give me your broken phone." Zhou Zhengyu didn't care about that amount of money.

After paying the wages of the farmers who entered the mountains, Zhou Zhengyu ran to boil water and took a shower, and then used a razor to clean his beard.

Nie Jun also cleaned up, shaved his beard clean, and then tied his hair into a bun, and found a chopstick as a hairpin to tie it up.

I slept at the farmer's house at night, and the accommodation was free, but I gave money to eat. After all, I even killed a chicken.

Zhou Zhengyu lay on the bed, looked at Nie Jun’s Taoist priest bun and asked, “I said, buddy, have you really become a monk and become a Taoist priest?”

"It's so convenient, I'll cut my head flat when I go back to the city." Nie Jun said.

Zhou Zhengyu said curiously: "It's so fun to practice hard?"

"Of course, it's hard to practice hard, not fun," said Nie Jun. "I know a monk who hasn't gone down the mountain for seven years. He usually relies on offerings from good people. Last year, the old man who supported him died, and the old man's son no longer sent anything. This fellow Taoist hadn't gone down the mountain for half a year, and he made a living by eating snakes, insects, rats, ants, wild vegetables and wild vegetables. He would lick salt on the stone like wild animals. Just this spring, he probably was hungry and ate the stinky toon as a Chinese toon. His face was swollen like a pig's head, so weak that he couldn't move. If I hadn't discovered it, this fellow Taoist would have died."

"How did you save him?" Zhou Zhengyu asked.

Nie Jun said: "I cooked something for him, and my neighbor's monk picked herbs for him again."

Zhou Zhengyu said in surprise: "Will that monk still knows Chinese medicine?"

Nie Jun said: "Whoever monk who has been in the mountains for several years can not recognize herbs? It depends on himself for minor illnesses and pains."

"Awesome." Zhou Zhengyu said.

Nie Jun said: "Practice is not easy, and harder to practice. In my opinion, these ascetic monks are very pitiful. Many of them only know how to recite scriptures and meditate, thinking that this will lead to the right result. It can be said that they are pious, they can be determined, but they are more ignorant, and nine out of ten will die in Zhongnan Mountain."

"What about you?" Zhou Zhengyu asked.

Nie Jun said: "I am different from them. First, I am here to experience life; second, I am here to verify whether sleeping skills are feasible."

"Just the sleeping skills you practiced today on a big stone?" Zhou Zhengyu asked.

Nie Jun nodded and said, "Yes. I accidentally discovered this sleeping exercise practice method from ancient books, and it combines the "Feal Breathing Art" and "Penety of Guanyin" by Chen Tuan."

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Is it useful?"

"I feel pretty good, not the kind of modern qigong that is deceiving," said Nie Jun. "I used to hold my breath for up to 3 minutes, but now I can hold my breath for 12 minutes. And I accidentally entered a state of meditation. After entering a state of meditation, I was completely ignorant, unconscious, and I was completely empty. I have experimented specifically. No matter how tired I was, after waking up in a state of meditation, I could relieve my fatigue. My whole body was refreshed, as if I had just had a sleep."

"It's so mysterious? You brag." Zhou Zhengyu obviously didn't believe it.

Nie Jun said: "I no longer believe in the strangeness of gods and gods. This state of meditation should be a kind of deep sleep, which can be explained from a scientific perspective. Deep sleep, also known as golden sleep, only accounts for one-quarter of the human body's sleep time. The human body relies entirely on it to eliminate fatigue and restore energy."

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Then aren't you so awesome? Others have to sleep eight hours a day, and two hours of your meditation are enough. You can get several times more disposable time every day than ordinary people."

"It's not like that," Nie Jun shook his head, "First, I can't enter into samadhi at any time. The chances of failure are high, and it may be that I don't have enough cultivation; Second, I need someone to protect the Dharma when entering samadhi, otherwise there will be certain dangers. The first time I entered samadhi was accidental, and it took me two days to wake up. I was completely confused. If I couldn't wake up, I would starve to death. After that, every time I entered samadhi, I would ask the monk next door to help me protect the Dharma."

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Why do I feel more and more that you are crazy?"

"Whatever you understand," said Nie Jun. "Even if you don't come to me, I'm about to go down the mountain. Practicing hard will inevitably cause malnutrition, which is not the correct way to practice Taoism. So I think that most of the time when practicing Taoism is practiced normally, and only when it is critical, they will go to seclusion and practice. The ascetic monks in Zhongnan Mountain have gone the wrong way. And at least one-third of the people have been practicing hard for many years and have been completely out of touch with society. They can't go back even if they want to. They can only live in the mountains and live in seclusion and escape from the world."
Chapter completed!