During these years of following Master, I have already learned that the depth of practice in this industry is not measured by age. But when I saw the big hair in front of me, I was still a little surprised.
He is short and very thin. He is 14 years old, but his voice is still that of a child. He looks like an eleven or twelve-year-old child.
I don't question Da Mao's ability. Mr. Wang Chengqian is not a frivolous person. Since he asked Da Mao to help, he must be exceptional. After all, he is Da Mao's master and he is the one who knows his apprentice best.
So I squatted half-crouched and said to Da Mao, hello little brother, come with me to a place later and help me out, okay? The reason why I had to squat half down was because Da Mao was much shorter than me, so I had to talk to him in a way that I would talk to a child.
Mr. Wang Chengqian told me that this child had grown up with his grandmother, and his parents were nowhere to be found. His grandmother is a good believer of mine, and I once rescued his family in the early years. But then his grandmother passed away and the child was helpless. He should have been registered to be raised by the state. I thought he was pitiful, so I secretly took him out. He was just 8 years old at the time, and he has been learning crafts from me over the years.
Da Mao kept looking at me eagerly. It seemed that the masters he always saw were all about the same age as Mr. Wang Chengqian, and I was considered a young master, so when he saw me, he was still a little curious. Mr. Wang Chengqian went on to say, if you look at the child, he is smaller than other children of the same age and looks thinner. Not long after I took him in, the child fell seriously ill, lost nutrition, and lost weight. Half a year later, after he recovered, his development was even slower than that of other children.
If Mr. Wang Chengqian hadn't said that the child was sick, I might have really thought that Da Mao couldn't eat or sleep well at Mr. Wang Chengqian's house. Mr. Wang Chengqian said to Da Mao, Da Mao, you go with this senior brother and listen to his instructions. The senior brother does not have a clairvoyance, so you can watch for him. You have to do this for Master, otherwise, don’t go home!
What Mr. Wang Chengqian said may sound harsh, but there is a kind of love and pride everywhere. When Master took me to visit earlier, I knew that Mr. Wang Chengqian had a family and children. His children were several years older than Da Mao. However, he did not teach his children to learn his skills, but gave them to him. go to school. As a master craftsman in the world, it will be a lifelong regret if his craftsmanship is not passed down. Da Mao fills this gap. Perhaps Mr. Wang Chengqian values so much, even though I only saw Da Mao for the first time today. , I also understand that this child who is unattractive and even seems to be stunted must have extraordinary talents.
At this time, Mr. Wang Chengqian asked me to wait at the door. He wanted to explain today's affairs to Damao. I thought he was going to tell Da Mao how to proceed with this matter, and of course people from other sects were not allowed to participate in this kind of oral transmission between master and disciple. Soon Mao walked out. He was carrying a canvas cross-body bag with Chairman Mao's face on it and several big words written below: Serve the People.
On the way back to Longmen, Da Mao and I basically didn't talk much and just hurried on. In about half an hour, we returned to Old Man Zhang’s home. Uncle Ma had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw me coming back, he was happy because I didn't run away. But when he saw that I brought a child back, he was a little surprised, so he asked me in confusion, what... is this little kid here for?
I told Uncle Ma that this was the person I invited to help. Uncle Ma said loudly, aren't you fooling around? I thought you invited some kind of master back. How can such a kid help? Just don’t make any more trouble!
Da Mao looked at Uncle Ma, looking a little unhappy, but he still didn't speak. He just silently took a few steps closer to me and stood behind me. I quickly said to Uncle Ma, "Uncle Ma, don't say that. People should not be judged by their appearance. This young master is a very capable person." Since I came to him, it makes sense.
So Uncle Ma stopped talking and stood on the side with a look of disbelief. I said to Damao, did your master just tell you about the situation? Da Mao nodded. I said, do you know what to do now? Da Mao said, let me see the state of the ghost first. Generally speaking, as long as it is still nearby, I will have a way to know. I said okay, let's start now, Da Mao, remember, in my round light technique just now, the image was a rifle, so you have to write down any information related to this thing. Da Mao nodded and walked towards Old Man Zhang's house. When he passed by Uncle Ma, he waved to Uncle Ma and said, "Uncle, please give way and don't cause trouble."
I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Uncle Ma stood there so angry that his eyebrows almost flew up, but he still reluctantly moved away.
I followed Da Mao into the house and helped light the kerosene lamp. Although it was already past noon, the room was still dark. Da Mao asked me to help him raise the kerosene lamp higher so that he could see the whole room a little more clearly. Da Mao stood in the center of the room. After distinguishing the east, west and north, he turned around in the order of south, north, east and west. Every time he turned around, he used his hands as if holding water to wash his face, and rubbed it on his face several times. The last step every time is to rub my eyelids with my fingers. After doing this four times, he opened his eyes and folded the fingers of his hands together, but the thumbs and index fingers of both hands were interlocked. In this way, the four fingers of his thumb and index finger formed the shape of an eye.
I know about this mudra. I have seen it in books. It is called "Tianmu Mudra". Masters who have or have opened the celestial eye usually make such mudra. It is said that you can see through the eyes formed by the hands. There are many substances that we cannot see with our naked eyes.
When I visited Mr. Wang Chengqian last time, I asked a lot about whether the so-called heavenly eyes are yin and yang eyes, which can see ghosts. But Mr. Wang Chengqian told me that the heavenly eye is of a higher level than the yin and yang eye. The yin and yang eye is mostly determined by a person's constitution or destiny. For example, some people are in poor health, and these people are closer to death than normal people. people. Therefore, we are more familiar with the other world after death. But the celestial eye needs to be learned and practiced. The yin and yang eye can only see ghosts, and can see the shape of the ghost very specifically, such as whether it has a head or no head, and whether it looks ferocious or not, which is very concrete. But the heavenly eye can see all living beings in the six realms, from heavenly officials, gods and Buddhas to demons and monsters. However, it is not a concrete form, but something round and similar to an energy ball.
To a certain extent, Opening the Third Eye is somewhat similar to the round light technique, because the sentient beings in the six realms they see are all presented in a state of round light. The only difference lies in the size, the intensity of the halo, and the color itself. And these are the states that distinguish sentient beings. For example, gods and Buddhas appear to be golden spheres surrounded by a halo of rainbow light to the Heavenly Eye; eminent monks and real people appear to be pure white spheres surrounded by diffuse mist. The ghosts formed after ordinary people die are just a gray-white ball in the eyes of the sky.
Da Mao raised his hand in the seal to his forehead and heart, and then said in his mouth:
"The patriarch is above, and the disciples are below. God has ordered me to channel my spirit and open the gate of heaven. The nine orifices of light, the sun and the moon of heaven and earth, illuminate my body. I open the door quickly and transform my soul into a god. I am as hasty as a law or order!"
Then Da Mao put his hands in front of his eyes and began to look around. This was the first time I saw someone using the third eye technique with my own eyes, and I thought it was very novel. However, the most important thing at the moment was to investigate, so I didn’t ask any questions. After looking at it for two or three minutes, Da Mao put down his hand and said to me, there is a gray-white ghost here, which should be the old grandfather you mentioned. He has been wandering near the bedside. I silently asked him to come over, and he also Don't come.
I asked Da Mao, if he didn’t come over, he wouldn’t be able to ask the question clearly, right? Da Mao said yes. Generally speaking, the third eye can see sentient beings in the six realms. Specifically, if you want to ask about something, you need the cooperation of the other party. Moreover, with the Third Eye Technique, you don’t have to say what you want to ask out loud, but just communicate with them in your mind after seeing them. As long as you have no distracting thoughts and the other party has no malicious intent, it will be easy to find out.
I walked to Uncle Zhang's bedside and asked Da Mao if he was here? Da Mao said yes, it has been wandering around here, so I'm afraid there is something weird here. I said, but I had already rummaged through the whole room just now, and there was nothing except a bunch of junk. Da Mao walked up to me and started rummaging as well. He asked me to stand aside first, and while searching, he made seals to check. Finally, he picked up the bran pillow on the bed, handed it to me and said, have you checked this pillow? I said I checked. He said that when I picked up the pillow, the ghost followed the pillow, indicating that the pillow was the key. I picked up the pillow in confusion and examined it carefully again.
This time, I noticed a patch on the pillow cover that looked about the same color. Because it was stuffed with chaff, I pressed it a little harder. This time, I touched a hard mass. Da Mao and I looked at each other, and Da Mao said, "Let's take it apart and take a look. Everyone is dead, so this is the only way."
So I untied the thread on the patch and reached into the pillow to look for it. Soon I touched something hard and took it out. It was a small bag wrapped in kraft paper. When I opened it, I found some food stamps and banknotes inside, as well as some pre-liberation French currency, mostly 5,000. at face value. In addition, there were about a dozen unopened letters.
