He raised his eyes and looked out the door. Except for the vague white marks left by the moonlight on the ground, there was nothing and no movement could be heard. It was as if what happened just now was just an illusion.
But as a person involved, Yang Shihua can be sure that someone definitely tapped him on the shoulder just now.
Suspecting that some naughty little Taoist priest might have stayed up at night and ran out to cause mischief, Yang Shihua's expression suddenly became stern.
Stand up and shout: "Come out"
One second, two seconds...one minute, it was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water outside.
Yang Shihua frowned, walked to the door, and looked outside.
At this time, although it was close to midnight, the moonlight was still bright, and it was still possible to see a person clearly within ten meters.
But there was no one there.
Thinking of the recent frequent strange things, Yang Shihua thought that he might have encountered a ghost, and his heart started beating unsatisfactorily.
Youdao was afraid that something might happen, so the hand patted his shoulder again. Because it was close to his neck, he could clearly feel that it was hairy.
Ghosts are scary enough without being furry.
Yang Shihua thought about the disgusting and evil things in the ghost movies shot in Hong Kong that he had watched out of boredom before, and his body began to tremble.
He wanted to run away, but found that his legs seemed to be filled with lead. He wanted to call someone, but found that his mouth couldn't control his movements and the sound he made was pitifully small.
I can only recite Taishang Laojun's Calming Mantra silently in my heart to calm my shock.
But it was of no use at all.
Just when he was extremely frightened, a short figure like a child appeared in his sight, with snow-white hair all over his body, and a pair of overly bright eyes staring at him motionlessly.
"you you……"
Yang Shihua struggled to make a sound, but it was incomplete.
The snow-white thing walked straight over.
Soon, Yang Shihua saw clearly that it was a small white monkey. No, it was a small ape with white fur like snow. The way it walked was not much different from that of a human being.
She was looking at him with an eager look, a bit like looking at a plate of food when he was hungry as a child.
The white ape, or rather the little snow ape, raised its furry hand and touched Yang Shihua's chest.
It reminded Yang Shihua of the monster that took out people's hearts in that old Hong Kong movie from the 1980s, and he closed his eyes in despair.
But after waiting for a while, the furry hand retreated again.
At this time, the little snow ape discovered something that really bothered it. It didn't know how to communicate with the old Taoist priest in front of him, whose body was shaking from time to time.
The way the Taoist conveys the spirit is good.
But it doesn't know how to do it. To be precise, it hasn't reached the stage of practicing the method of conveying the spirit.
After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a way. Little Snow Monkey became angry and slapped the door beside him.
With a bang, the extremely strong fir door flew dozens of meters away and landed heavily on the ground.
Yang Shihua's pupils shrank suddenly. This little snow monkey was too strong. If this slap hit him, he would be penetrated.
Little Snow Monkey looked at Yang Shihua again, his eyes flickering.
He only looked at the highly respected Taoist Yang with hair in his eyes.
Suddenly, Little Snow Monkey thought of a way and sat down Yang Shihua in a cross-legged position.
Yang Shihua was confused.
This little snow ape doesn't eat him or hit him. What does it mean to put him like this?
Then, he was shocked.
Little Snow Monkey himself sat down cross-legged, made a few strange gestures, and began to practice. His appearance was very exaggerated. Sometimes his chest was bulging high, and sometimes it was sunken and scary, but there was no inhalation or outflow. The obvious one is the legendary internal breathing method practiced through gas exchange between blood and tissue cells.
After several minutes like this, Little Snow Monkey opened his eyes, pointed at him, and then pointed at himself.
Yang Shihua was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this little snow ape was going to teach him how to practice.
He was suffering from the inability to practice, and he was too lazy to think about why there was such a good thing as pie in the sky, so he started practicing.
But the gestures were the same, and I didn't feel the existence of any vitality from heaven and earth at all.
Immediately afterwards, he understood that gestures were only auxiliary, and the method of breathing in and out was the most important. He tentatively asked: "Xian Yue, can you speak?"
Little Snow Monkey rolled his eyes. If he could speak, why would he bother so much?
After a while, seeing that he couldn't teach him well, the little snow monkey became impatient and left directly.
"Xian Yuan, don't leave"
Yang Shihua chased him out, but there was no trace of the little snow monkey.
Yang Shihua returned to his home feeling disappointed.
The whole next day, Yang Shihua did not think about food or tea.
As a result, everyone in Maoshan Taoist Temple thought that the abbot had stomach trouble again.
In the evening, Yang Shihua carried a bag of bananas and went to the Taiyuan Palace to wait.
Time passed by, and Yang Shihua, who was looking forward to meeting the little snow monkey again, lived like a year.
At midnight, the little snow monkey finally came.
"Fairy Ape"
Yang Shihua immediately stood up and went to greet him.
Little Snow Monkey, who was pretentious, didn't even look at Yang Shihua and sat down with a distressed look on his face.
The poor, young and respected Taoist Master Yang Shihua sat aside with the depression of being a stupid student.
After a long time, the little snow ape suddenly called out.
Yang Shihua quickly raised his head.
The little snow ape raised his two furry hands and started tapping on himself at a relatively slow speed.
Yang Shihua immediately understood that Xueyuan was teaching him acupuncture points and quickly wrote them down.
Once, twice... twenty times, Yang Shihua, who has studied acupuncture points for half his life and is very familiar with them, remembered it.
But soon, another problem came up. Yang Shihua couldn't sense the legendary vitality of heaven and earth no matter how he sensed it. He said distressedly: "Xian Yuan, is it possible that the qualifications of the old Taoist are too poor?"
Little Snow Monkey tilted his head, suddenly reached over, grabbed Yang Shihua's shoulders, and jumped out directly.
After two contacts, Yang Shihua knew that Little Snow Monkey meant no harm to him, so Yang Shihua didn't make any sound.
The little snow ape jumped a few times and came to the top of the cool breeze hall, where he put Yang Shihua down.
Yang Shihua looked around and said in surprise: "Xian Yuan, why did you bring the old Taoist to the main hall?"
The little snow ape made training movements.
Yang Shihua followed the practice for an hour, then two hours, and finally he captured a trace of the vitality of heaven and earth.
He was ecstatic.
"The old man said: The great road is invisible and gives birth to the world. The great road is ruthless..."
He quickly recited Taishang Laojun's Calming Mantra twice to calm his excitement.
Next, Yang Shihua's journey of cultivation went smoothly.
Of course, the more important thing is that the vitality of heaven and earth is not spiritual energy, and it does not have high requirements on people's bones.
Because the little snow ape did not cover up its tracks, its existence was soon known to the entire Maoshan Taoist Temple.
Yang Shihua did not hide his secrets, and generously passed on the breathing method taught by Little Snow Ape to the deacons of the guest, liao, treasury, account, classics, classics, hall, hall and other rooms of the Taoist temple, as well as to all generations. A disciple of the benevolent generation.
More than ten days passed, and the "Great Dharma Ceremony for Chinese Compatriot Huang Lu, who overcame the victims of the Nanjing Massacre during the Anti-Japanese War" hosted by Maoshan Taoist Temple arrived.
