Looking at the happily, frontier men in the clothes of the dead, Zhang Bairen’s words were blown away by the sobbing cold wind, and the whole person disappeared in the cold north wind.
In the battlefield, the young general Yinjia narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the mountain where Zhang Bairen had left, and said to the deputy beside him: "Where is there?"
"There is a village in that place with more than 30 households," the deputy said respectfully.
The place where Zhang Bairen was located should be the three northeastern provinces, adjacent to the grassland. In other words, with the prosperity of the celestial dynasty, part of the people in Guanzhong were moved to the border to expand the territory of the Sui dynasty.
Zhang Bairen is not a fool, he can see the flags of the Great Sui Dynasty clearly.
"Mother, I'm back" Zhang Bairen stamped his foot and walked into his own small yard.
It is indeed a small yard. The dilapidated house can just block the north wind. This is a dirt house. Zhang Bairen is holding a cage made of two bamboo sticks in his hands. In it, two pheasants look at Zhang Bairen uneasily, just like Zhang Bairen treats him The fate is average, ignorant and ignorant.
"Bairen, didn’t you tell me not to go out? Why did you run out again, the Turks violated the borders, if you are captured by the Turks, how do you tell your mother how to live?" The woman is in her thirties, although she is wearing Dilapidated clothes, but clean, smooth and tender skin, not at all like a woman in a mountain village, beautiful appearance.
"I see, my child, let's see, we are blessed." Zhang Bairen proudly lifted the cage in his hand, and the pheasant in it was groaning constantly, quite disturbed.
"You are clever in your mind." The woman took the chicken coop: "Go and warm up. Mother, go and send the pheasant to your Uncle Zhang's house to kill."
Seeing his mother walking away, Zhang Bairen took off the fox fur hat and slid into the soil kang, his nose was a little red: "Mother, you go slowly, where do I still have some medicinal materials, where can I take it tomorrow? Sell it for some money".
Zhang Bairen looked at the shabby quilt, surrounded his thin body, and picked up a book on the tukang, reading with gusto.
Modern people can read traditional Chinese characters, but if you ask ancient people to read simplified Chinese characters, it’s like a heavenly book.
"Mother looks like everybody's lady, literate and hyphenated, but I don't know how to come to this bitter cold place and suffer this hardship." Zhang Bairen tightened his clothes. From birth to now, Zhang Bairen has been nursing. The meridians in my body are constantly thinking and meditating. Although I am still young, I can’t do the work of refining and refining the Qi, but I check the gaps and make up for the omissions. I continue to visualize my meridians, but they are already perfect. For every meridian in the body, every An acupuncture point is like observing the texture of the palm.
"I'm four years old, although I'm still a little young, but I can't drag it anymore. I don't know if I can survive in this turbulent era." Time slowly passed by Zhang Bairen's reading, seeing the sky getting darker. , Suddenly the door opened, and a gust of north wind blew across the house.
"Mother will cook you chicken soup at night."
Zhang Bairen put down the book in his hand, and slowly lit the oil lamp: "This time it's a blessing."
Looking at the dim candles, Zhang Bairen's eyes seemed to travel through time and space, returning to when he stepped on the door at the beginning of the year.
"Dare to ask Patriarch? What is Dragon and Tiger?"
"It's really an ancestor? Life? The root? The dragon and the tiger? The sword? The gold and the yellow woman? What is the dragon and the snake, the heart and the horse? The guest and the host?
"Dare to ask Patriarch, what are Taishang, Three Treasures, Nine Stars and Five Gangs?"
A scene flickered in front of Zhang Bairen's eyes, and among the sparks and flints, it seemed to be in person: "Dare to ask Patriarch, what is a monk?"
Patriarch replied: "A person can return to everything from heaven and earth, and those who have the merits of cultivating true virtues are monks."
"What's the need to add heat?."
"Bairen, Bairen, what do you think, hurry up and eat."
"I know my mother" Zhang Bairen jumped off the local kang and put it on the kang table. Zhang's mother served chicken soup, and the mother and the son enjoyed themselves.
"Although I am not in the Taoist temple and do not abide by the rules, I am also a monk! It's just me, a monk, how can I go home again?" Zhang Bairen ate the chicken with a smile on his face: "Mother, this chicken leg is for you, your body is bones. Weak, make up for yourself."
"Mother don't eat, you are still old, you can eat it yourself" Zhang mother put the chicken legs into Zhang Bairen's bowl.
Zhang Bairen was silent, not talking.
Zhang Bairen only eats chicken. The rest of the food is not sticky. It's not that Zhang Bairen doesn't want to eat it, but really can't eat it. He is used to eating white noodles with polished rice in the 21st century. He looks dark in front of him and doesn't know what it is made of. Flour cakes are hard to lift their throats. Zhang Bairen can't eat them. After four years in this world, Zhang Bairen hasn't gotten used to this dark cake.
slowly picked up the pancake, and Zhang Bairen slowly broke it into pieces. After soaking the chicken soup, he put it into his mouth.
"Are there Turkic people invading Xinjiang today?" Mother Zhang said.
"How did mother know?." Zhang Bairen was taken aback.
Mother Zhang said: "Listen to what your uncle said."
After finished speaking, Zhang's mother quickly urged: "Now the Turks are starting to go south again, you must not go out and play madly, lest you be caught by the Turks."
Zhang Bairen nodded: "Mother, our little place is very hidden. Turkic people can't find it at all. What's the worry."
"You kid, dare to talk back?" Mother Zhang stared at Zhang Bairen.
Zhang Bairen helplessly: "Well, my child will never run around, just don't worry."
Zhang Bairen helplessly, repeatedly raised his hands to promise.
Looking at Mother Zhang’s expression, Zhang Bairen smiled helplessly, and then drank the chicken soup in one gulp: "Mother, I'm done drinking, I'm going to bed first."
"Go to sleep! Go to sleep!."
At night, thoughts are turbulent, and Zhang Bairen is not clear about his past and present. In the materialistic 21st century, although the magical way is rampant, but it is rich and beautiful, people would rather fall into the materialistic world.
"Since I have come to this world, I should prosper my Taoist orthodoxy. Anyway, I will be idle and nothing. In this age of heroes, I will meet the world's heroes for a while, and ask who is the enemy in the world? If you don't have any money, you have to be a local rich man. Otherwise, the bad steamed rice buns all day long is really enough to bear." Zhang Bairen tossed and couldn't sleep, began to meditate and visualize, all the past lives flashed before his eyes.
In the 21st century, although material desires are rampant, it is undeniable that the 21st century is the world of real prosperity and great controversy. Those who say that the 21st century is the world of the end of the law, Zhang Bairen feels funny listening to it.
In the 21st century, the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China, UU reading www. uukanshu. The ethics of various com families have been lost and severed, but various secrets have emerged one after another. It is undeniable that many of the circulated on the Internet are popular products, but there are real fairy secrets that are not passed on by each family.
In the 21st century, Taoism is cut off. It is not that famous teachers refuse to impart the tactics, but that there are no disciples who can inherit the Taoism. Under the influence of the Red Revolution and the tide of technology, how can young people believe in the way of cultivation? Busy all day in order to support the family, who still has the mind to delve into the illusory world of ghosts and gods.
As a result, the predecessors of the spiritual world are heartbroken and have no choice. Some spread their own secrets on the Internet, hoping that those who are predestined can practice and inherit their own traditions, but later on, the ghosts and snakes who do not know where they come are all day long. Some fakes circulated on the Internet make it difficult to distinguish the true from the false on the Internet, and it makes people angry.
In the 21st century, it’s not that the magic tricks are hard to find, but the masters are hard to meet.
The whistling north wind blew, Zhang Bairen flashed in front of his compassionate ancestor, now alone in this foreign land as a guest, a lonely loneliness, like a tide, surged in an instant.
At this moment, a pair of arms stretched out and tucked the quilt for Zhang Bairen, and the dark night continued to recover.
"Cultivation!" Zhang Bairen was moved. Cultivation is not that simple. The real practice has long been mystified by novelists. The mystery of practice is indeed very understandable, even if it is superb. Without a novelist, it would be exaggerated.
There are all kinds of mysterious and magical powers in practice, but they are not enough for outsiders.
Amidst the confusion, every thought in Zhang Bairen's mind was beheaded and turned into a statue.
"The three points are the deepest as astrology, and the hook hangs and the moon will float and sink."
"If people understand this mysterious orifice, the earth, mountains and rivers will make gold".
