"Feng Junzi, I heard that people who practice Taoism should avoid eating wine and meat, is that true?"

"Shi Ye, you are right! The qi of wine, meat, meat, and fish are dirty, which is not conducive to practice and the mind is not good. Therefore, most practitioners eat vegetarian food and often fast without eating... Boss, let's have two more bottles of beer and a plate of pork head meat!"

This is in a large food stall outside the north gate of the school. I invited Feng Junzi. Originally, the best place I wanted to invite him to have a meal was Sister Han’s noodle restaurant, but unfortunately, the noodle restaurant does not sell wine and meat, so I only come here. Feng Junzi was talking about how practitioners cannot drink and eat meat while drinking and eating meat. I looked at him and asked in confusion: "What are you?"

Feng Junzi didn't raise his head: "Are you talking about me? The saint said 'food, sex and nature', but I don't have a girlfriend yet. If I don't drink some food, what fun will there be in life! Besides, I'm also testing myself."

Damn! That's fine? I asked again: "Test yourself? Then why don't you go to fast?"

Feng Junzi: "With wine and meat, who can learn to eat the gods and drink the wind and dew? I am not a fool!... But if you want to practice, you can't learn from me."

"Do you say eating wind and drinking dew are fasting? Is fasting just not eating, just drinking northwest wind?"

Feng Junzi shook his head: "The northwest style tastes bad, the southeast wind has a strong aura. If you want to drink it, you can drink the southeast wind."

"So you have opened a valley before!"

Feng Junzi glanced at me: "Of course, do you want to learn?"

"When will you teach me?"

Feng Junzi: "How much money do you have in your pocket?"

"What are you asking about this?"

Feng Junzi Shiran said, "When you invite me a few more meals, spend all your money and have no money to eat, I will teach you fasting!"

So that's how I'll stop learning. Feng Junzi was not very kind-hearted. Feng Junzi was drinking opposite him and kept persuading me to drink. After a while, we both drank a lot. His face was already flushed and he talked more and more. He burped and asked me: "Shi Ye, have you and Mr. Zhang learn their fortunes?"

"No!"

"Who taught you the kung fu for casual cumshot?"

"A casual silence? I heard Mr. Zhang say it, but he said 'golden words'."

Feng Junzi took another big sip of beer, wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, and looked up and said, "The meaning is almost the same, they are all magical powers that come true. I ask you? You told Mr. Zhang that painting was picked from the pile of waste paper in the paper mill. Did you make it up?"

"I made it up."

"This is strange. My painting was really picked out from the waste paper in the paper mill. You made up the mistake and explained the origin with just one sentence! Mr. Zhang is like a ghost. Only by telling the truth can he not be suspicious. If you tell the truth, you are really amazing!"

"What did you say? That's how that painting really comes from!"

Feng Junzi: "This is indeed the case. Have I told you what I did when I was a child?"

Then Feng Junzi told me about his childhood experience. Feng Junzi's parents should be alumni with Teacher Liu, but they graduated much earlier than they did. They graduated in 1968. Things were a bit messy in that era. After graduation, his parents did not become teachers, but were assigned to factories to receive re-education from the working class, and they all became technicians at Wucheng Paper Mill. Feng Junzi lived in Wucheng Paper Mill after he was born. It was not until the beginning of the reform and opening up that his parents were transferred to the city office to be a cadre, and he left there.

When our generation was young, there was no entertainment for children nowadays. Other children liked to pick mushrooms in the grass piles and go to the river to catch shrimps and crabs. The gentleman in the wind was different. He liked to play hide-and-seek in the pile of waste paper. When he was tired, he would sleep in the pile of paper. When he was bored, he would find a book to read (how do such a young child read books? This reminded me of the way he reads books).

The so-called waste paper pile is not real waste paper, but old books and paintings that criticized Lin and Kong to break up the four old friends or searched the house. Especially the most ancient books on thread, these books ended up in the paper mill and became recycled pulp. I wonder how Feng Junzi developed a hobby when he was a child. He liked to collect the things in the old paper pile, and took them home as children's toys when he saw something pleasant. He had a large camphor wood box at his house, which was originally empty, but later he stuffed them all, and was still placed under his bed now. As for the ancient painting, it was picked up like this.

Feng Junzi's knowledge of traditional Chinese is probably related to his own knowledge, which has been related to his childhood reading, because our generation of teenagers taught simplified Chinese characters since they were in school. Later, Feng Junzi asked me: "Shi Ye, have you read "Kong Yiyi" written by Lu Xun?"

"Of course I've read it, it's available in the Chinese textbook."

Feng Junzi: "I'm talking about the first release. I have a magazine called "New Youth", which contains the first publication of "Kong Yiyi" by Lu Xun. What you read is all reposts, and I support the original one!"

"New Youth? Isn't that a magazine run by Chen Duxiu? It should be a book of revolution and progress. Why did you copy the four old people to the paper mill?"

Feng Junzi shook his head and said, "What's this? That magazine only had more than 60 years of history, and the painting I gave you has been for more than a thousand years! It's different that they will be thrown into a pulp furnace. It has nothing to do with progress or not, but to split a culture and establish a new ideological system. Qin Shihuang did this when he burned books and buried scholars. Fortunately, the Qin Dynasty died in the second generation!...I regret it now, and I didn't leave anything more at that time... To be honest, I was useless alone, but finally I am also a protector of traditional civilization!"

Feng Junzi said this last sentence a bit big, but it’s true that it’s true when you think about it carefully! Feng Junzi asked again: “Shi Ye, do you know why I taught you only have half a set of Golden Bell Cover Kung Fu?…That’s because the secret book I picked was a fragment—the other half was gone.”

"Damn! Can you pick up martial arts secrets from the pile of waste paper?"

"What's so fuss about this? Not to mention anything else, just talk about the Liu family that has been around for hundreds of years. It's a pity that after that tossing, there is no aristocratic family in the contemporary world!"

"What other kung fu secrets have you picked?"

"There is also a roll of cinnabar palm, but it is also half a set. There is also a thirty-six-way snake-capturing hand, which is complete. Unfortunately, I only understood two of them, and I didn't understand the other thirty-four ways, so I was too lazy to read them."

"And what you can't understand? Why don't you give it to me! Lend it to me."

Feng Junzi shook his head: "Practicing martial arts requires a master's degree. It's normal to just read the secret book. It's useless to not understand it. It's useless to take it to read it. You are not as good as me! Besides, 'If you don't practice martial arts for a long time, you won't practice alchemy for a long time.' You're a little too late to learn martial arts now!"

"What's the meaning?"

Feng Junzi: "If you don't practice alchemy at a young age, it means that alchemy cannot be practiced from an early age. After the physical body is basically mature, many alchemy methods start from the 'one Yang birth'. Children know what yang movement is? What is intercourse? There are two reasons for not practicing martial arts. One is that when a person grows up, the bones are formed, and the effect of practicing martial arts is not very good. More importantly, the practice of traditional martial arts is quite hard, just like a devil concentration camp. Children are simple and do not know how hard it is to be bitter, and they are refined in a confused way. If you don't say anything else, just talk about the golden bell cover. Do you think it's easy?... If you really want to learn, you have to find someone who understands it first, and I can give you the secrets."

"Really? You can give me such a precious thing too?"

"Is it precious? Anyway, I'm useless! I have a big box for messy things!" Feng Junzi's tongue was already a little big when he spoke.

...

I ate this meal for two hours and spent 28 yuan at checkout, which was so dangerous! I only had thirty in my pocket. After the meal, we two walked into the school staggeringly and prepared to go to evening self-study. In the corridor outside the classroom, we met Teacher Liu head-on.

Teacher Liu seemed to be startled when he saw the two of us, and stopped us and whispered: "You two are drinking! You smell like alcohol. How can you enter the classroom like this? Director Sima will be punished if you are seen in the classroom. You should go back and don't go to evening self-study! It would be too unreasonable to come to my office during morning self-study tomorrow!"

Although Teacher Liu said that we were not aphorism, her behavior was still protecting us. If this look fell into the hands of Teacher Sima Zhibei, she would have to be punished. It seems that people would have to worry about it if they drink too much. Why did I follow Feng Junzi to study?

...

During the morning self-study the next day, Feng Junzi and I pushed open the door of the Chinese language teaching and research room, and only Teacher Liu was preparing lessons. When Teacher Liu saw us two in, he didn't care about me at first, but called Feng Junzi over and scolded him: "Feng Junzi, you are too careless. It's okay if you go out to drink, but you call Shi Ye... I won't talk about you anymore. I just called your mother and you can go home and listen to the training yourself." As he said that, he drove him away, leaving me alone.

I think Teacher Liu is too polite to Feng Junzi, so she let him pass the test so easily. However, she left me and didn't know how to criticize me. After Feng Junzi left, Teacher Liu stood up and walked up to me and said, "Shi Ye, I asked Feng Junzi to leave, but I kept you. Do you have any ideas?"

Why didn’t Teacher Liu sit and talk? I had to stand so close to me, and my palms were sweating! This was the first time I had the opportunity to get along with her alone since the lust in Qingming’s illusion. Teacher Liu is about 1.65 meters tall, more than ten centimeters shorter than me, and he raised his face slightly when he spoke. I have recalled this beautiful face many times in my imagination, but when she was really so close to me, I didn’t dare to look directly at her. I only said noddedly: “No, no, if you do something wrong, you should accept criticism.”

Hearing Teacher Liu sighed in his ears, she said slowly: "Shi Ye, your situation is different from Feng Junzi. Feng Junzi came from a scholarly family and received different educations and environments since childhood. He has a strict family education, so he occasionally indulged outside, but there are restrictions after returning, so he will not be out of line! What about you? You are not as talented as his family environment, so you must take care of yourself. It is not easy to study at Wucheng Middle School, and it would be a pity if you don't cherish it! You are very likely to go to the wrong path at your age, so be careful."

I could hear that Teacher Liu's words were all from the heart, so I could only nod. Teacher Liu said again: "I know you were the number one in your township when you entered school. But Wucheng has only one provincial focus, and you can only be considered a mid-range tour here. You may feel lost. In fact, there is no need to think like this, and there is no need to go out to drink with your classmates. As long as you do your own thing well, do your best, and there is no need to compete with others!"

I have to admit that Teacher Liu is a very competent and good teacher. She doesn’t tell her children like many teachers or parents nowadays, “If you want to get first place in the exam, you should be the best”, but she tells students to be responsible for themselves. But Teacher Liu is probably a little misunderstood. Feng Junzi and I went out to drink and was not the reason she said. Teacher Liu continued: “Feng Junzi has good grades, but not necessarily a good student. He has a tradition in drinking. There is also a student in our class to practice Buddhism. These two people are called two major 'environments'. I say here that it is not criticizing them, that is their characteristics, but not yours, and you don’t need to imitate. In middle school, the most important thing is to form your own independent personality.”

Today I finally know the reason why Feng Junzi is called a man of the turtle. I have only heard of the wine and meat monk. Today I heard that there are also wine and meat students for the first time. Teacher Liu later said a lot, and I have to admit that I was very moved. But in the end she was unable to avoid the vulgarity and took the most traditional trick - to write a profound examination and hand it over to her tomorrow.

When he came out of the teaching and research room, he found Feng Junzi was still hiding at the door waiting for me. When he heard that I was going to write an inspection, he slapped his thigh excitedly: "That's a coincidence. I'll find a chance to hand it over the inspection tomorrow, and give her the painting."

...

"Ishino, how did you get this painting? Why did you give it to me?"

This was the second day, and I found an opportunity to put this painting in front of Teacher Liu. The location was not in the Chinese teaching and research room, but in her dormitory.

I told Teacher Liu again the lies I made about Mr. Zhang, and finally imitated Mr. Zhang's tone: "The person who identified this painting said that the inscription was written by Xu Xi of the Five Dynasties, and the brushwork was thick and thick ink, and a little miscellaneous color. It is a typical fallen ink flower of Xu Xi, which is probably the original. I saw Liu Minggong's collection seal on it. I heard that Liu Minggong was your great-grandfather. This is your Liu family's thing. I think I should give it back to you."

Teacher Liu looked at me calmly: "We do have such a painting in our house. It is something from my cousin's house. It was lost when the house was searched twenty years ago. I saw it when I was a child. I underestimated you before, but I didn't expect you to have such knowledge! But this thing is very precious and has changed hands, how can I accept it?"

I secretly cried out in my heart. The real person who has knowledge is not me, but Mr. Zhang. Since I took out this painting, I must accept it. Anyway, it didn't cost much to get this painting according to my words. This time, it was just a matter of returning it to the original owner. This time, my relationship with Teacher Liu seemed to be reversed. I was very firm and I must return the painting to her, and she seemed very hesitant. Obviously, I wanted to take back the things from my ancestors, but I didn't want to just take it away.

Finally, she decided to take the painting and take it home to show her father. She asked me what I wanted and she could give me a reward. What a joke, how could I ask for her money? If I wanted to change the money, I wouldn't give it to her. I left without saying anything, and then I remembered to check and forgot to hand it over after going out. I didn't know what to do. After this incident, I left a special impression in Teacher Liu's mind.

...

"Mr. Zhang, I have a question to ask you - what is human disaster?"

"Human disaster? Why do you think of asking this? Do you want to learn Taoism? Or do you ask someone else?"

"A friend of mine asked me to ask."

"Friend? No matter who it is, tell him that the human disaster is the heavenly disaster!"

What? Human disaster is the heavenly disaster? Feng Junzi once told me that I could escape the six heavenly disasters, but I could not escape the human disaster. That's why I asked this question. Mr. Zhang actually said that human disaster is the heavenly disaster. Wouldn't Feng Junzi be lying to me? It was noon one day, and I was sitting at the Phoenix Bridge and chatting with Mr. Zhang, and suddenly remembered the question of human disaster.

Mr. Zhang also said: "The calamity of cultivators is inseparable from human disasters and heavenly disasters. We cannot explain it clearly if we talk so emptyly, unless you can give specific examples."

Specific example? I am! I asked again: "I have heard of any lustful and physical disasters that practitioners have. Is this a heavenly disaster or a human disaster?"

Mr. Zhang looked at me: "Boy, you know a lot, you have heard of this. This is both a human disaster and a heavenly disaster. For example, the lustful disaster tests the human nature, whether it can overcome the entanglement of love and desire, and do not surrender to Yu Hope in practice. If you cannot pass this disaster, your cultivation will not be able to improve and you cannot reach the next step of achievement. However, from the perspective of the human disaster, lust is not born out of thin air. In the world, people always have love and desire, if there is no man.

It is impossible for a woman to have a lust. It is even better to say that the body is suffering from a calamity. This is something that all people who practice alchemy must experience. To seek immortality, one must first purify the furnace and cauldron, but the human body cannot be perfect. Therefore, the body is suffering from a calamity and then slowly disappears. This is also the skill of testing the furnace and cauldron. This test is the heavenly calamity. The body is suffering from impure body body and disasters are caused by disasters and diseases. This is also a human calamity... Do you understand?"

I understood it, but Feng Junzi, what happened to me? I asked again: "Is there such a situation where someone can escape the heavenly tribulation but cannot escape the human tribulation?"

Mr. Zhang: "This is quite interesting. I have never seen it yet. Theoretically speaking, such a person still needs to experience all disasters in the world, but it does not hinder his cultivation and improvement. This is not necessarily a good thing. For example, if you only suffer a disaster and collect herbs and form pills, but your body does not purify it simultaneously. Isn't it too forced? It is better to go through a disaster and have a stable foundation. Besides, it is the same for experiencing human disasters. For example, if you have experienced the test of love in the world, you will naturally not be addicted to it when practicing."

After hearing Mr. Zhang's words, I felt a little deceived. This Feng Junzi! I was thinking about it everywhere. Mr. Zhang smiled and said, "Shiye, it turns out that you are learning Taoism, don't call me the wrong master! - Don't ask me how I know, I calculated it - I will tell you one thing, your human disaster is coming soon, and after experiencing it, you will know what's going on."

While speaking, a middle-aged man walked up to the beach, thirty or forty years old. He looked very high-end, but his expression was very sad. He walked over hesitantly, as if he had something to say, but he didn't want to speak. I looked at him and felt familiar, and suddenly I remembered that he was the guy who used to drive a Mercedes-Benz and almost hit someone at the Phoenix Bridge. His name was Wang Yonghu, nicknamed Wang Laohu, and he was the boss of a Jian'an company in Wucheng.

I remember when I saw him last time, he drove and splashed dirty water on Mr. Zhang and me. Later, he almost bumped into a farm woman selling vegetables at the head of the Phoenix Bridge, and even cursed. Mr. Zhang asked me at that time if I wanted this person to be unlucky, and I said hope. Is this person really unlucky?
Chapter completed!