Our cultivator in the village

Chapter 1 Divination Taoist
Introduction:

Wherever the heart goes, what the plain shoes go, life is like a journey against the river, crossing the river with one reed.

Peach blossoms in March, singing in April, two people and one horse, tomorrow's hometown.

Wandering in a stranger, warm and cold, freehand life, acquaintance.

Don't care about this world, live up to your own heart, I pour myself a glass, and you are happy.

——Adapted from "Dust Song" written by Qi Jinnian

——The subtitle of the book: Crossing the River with a Reed
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In the eighth year of the Chinese Era 530, the Great Zhou Kingdom.

It's the winter moon.The ice flood in Anzhou came earlier. The roaring Tongtian River in the past suddenly calmed down. The muddy river surface was filled with black hemp and dirty lumps of ice. There was a crackling sound.

This is Ling Xun.On this freezing day, the river will be congested within a few days.At that time, the ice surge and the dikes and dams burst were unstoppable, and some small villages around them would be washed away in a short time.

But at this moment, no one is organizing flood control, just because the riverside is opening a meal. Moyue two miles away from the riverside, there is a half-collapsed ruined temple, and the Bodhisattva has no cover, and half of his body is exposed from the eaves trembling. .On one side of the temple is an empty threshing field. A row of mats made of reeds on the empty field form a shed, and half-melted snow drips down the shed.The firewood behind the shed was beeping and smoky, and puffs of black smoke rose into the sky with the smell of grain.

Several soldiers held whips to maintain order, and slammed the whips from time to time to scare the hungry people who gathered together.

It was almost meal time, and hundreds of people had gathered on the threshing floor, all of them unkempt, knocking bowls in their hands, poking their heads like ducks, smelling the fragrance of grain in the air.From time to time, there were sounds of quarreling in the queue, children being beaten, screaming and crying, women nursing children humming nursery rhymes, and men's laughing jokes. It was extremely noisy.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the porridge shed, and there was a "pop" sound of the whip, and then a "dang dang dang" ringing of the bell, and the people became restless like ants exploding nests, and swarmed forward. "Pa--pa", the soldiers whipped several hungry people who were slamming forward. The cotton wool on the backs of the hungry people flew up, and they still buried their heads in grabbing food, so the soldiers didn't bother to care.

After a while, there was only a "dang" sound, as if something fell to the ground, and a sharp child's voice shouted: "X your mother's dead pockmark, why did you drop my lunch box!"

"Are you a rice box?" The pockmarked face of the rice cooker stared like a cow's egg. "Your mother's bath tub isn't that big! Get out, get out, I won't feed you the next one, I'll starve to death, you little bastard!"

"Don't give it to me! Don't I give it to me?" A thin child with a face covered in black mud and messy hair like a chicken coop picked up a huge lunch box from the ground, his small eyes flashed slyly, and he was cursing and swearing. The side of the steaming cauldron seemed to be wondering if it could be overturned.Suddenly letting go, the child scooped up half a bowl of porridge from the cauldron, splashed it on the face of the pockmarked cook who was cooking rice, and shouted: "Save it for your mother to wash your face——" and ran away.

The pockmarked face was scalded by the boiled gruel, and he screamed wildly. He picked up the spoon and threw it at the boy, shouting: "Kill this little bastard!" The hungry people also booed, "Kill him, kill him!" He!" Someone yelled again: "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you won't survive if you fall into the pot", and the porridge shed suddenly became a mess, full of happy air.

The child was thin and nimble like a small fish. He slid around the armpits and crotches of the crowd, and got outside in a few strokes. He looked up to the sky and laughed and wanted to run away.However, the leader of the soldiers outside took a quick stride, stretched out his hand to grab the boy's messy chicken nest, and slapped him a few times, making him spin around a few times, and laughed and scolded: "Damn, it looks like Ningzhou again!" Here, a bunch of wild boars ran to our Anzhou, and we were all poor and devastated." After saying that, he pushed the child aside, and Nu Nuzui said to the soldiers next to him: "Slap him twice, don't beat him to death. - tied him up, and let him go after the show is over."

The emaciated child was blindfolded, and later he was whipped and slapped several times.Others thought he was small, and he didn't do anything cruel, nor was his life in danger, but he was tied straight with a few fine hemp ropes, and he was shivering beside a dead tree next to the firewood pile in the threshing floor.

Now it was nearly You time, the threshing ground was empty, and the cold wind was particularly bleak. The hungry people had already dispersed shivering, and only a few soldiers guarding the grain and firewood piles were left warming up in the shacks.The child drooped his head and seemed to be asleep.A little girl hiding behind the porridge shed tied her little hands in her sleeves and came over to ask the child, "Brother, are you cold?"

The child woke up in a daze, and wanted to open his mouth to scold, but when he saw that it was a little girl, he raised his head and said, "Oh, you are tied up here and try? How can you not be cold? Little sister, help me untie the rope." open."

The little girl timidly said: "I dare not."

"Useless stuff! Then you help me build a fire, I'm going to freeze to death." The child said.

The little girl didn't dare to get firewood from the firewood pile, so she picked up a few dead branches from the river, and then went to the shack to borrow fire.A soldier warming up the fire said in surprise: "Hey, I forgot to let this thief boy go, don't be frozen to death!" An old man next to him knocked the ashes in the cigarette pot and said, "What a crime! I don’t know how many people died of starvation.” Pointing to an earthen pot at his feet, he said, “There’s still half a bowl of cold porridge here, use the bowl next to it to feed that child.”

The little girl came out with a half lit dead branch in her hand, and came out with a dirty and broken bowl.

The boy was still able to move his hands, and said to the little girl, "Give me the fire."

The little girl handed over the dead branches that had not been extinguished, and the boy used one end of the dead branches to burn the hemp rope on his body. The sparks from the dead branches fell on his bare arms without blinking his eyes.

The hemp rope was very thin and broke with a bang.The boy moved his stiff body, took the broken bowl from the girl's hand between his hands, drank most of it in one gulp, looked at the little girl next to him who was only smacking his lips, hesitated, and handed the remaining half to the little girl.

It was getting dark and the wind was getting stronger.

The boy giggled and said, "Do you have anything else to eat?" The little girl shook her head.The boy also shook his head, mumbling something in his mouth.Then he pulled a long piece of hard wood from the firewood pile, and searched for his former residence on his own.

The boy's name is Wei Jiang, and just as the leader of the soldiers said, he came from Ning Prefecture of the Great Zhou Kingdom.

This Ningzhou is located in the middle of the Great Zhou Kingdom, and there has always been a lack of water. When the Tongtian River reached Ningzhou, it stopped flowing for two out of three years.Originally, there was a drought for two years, but last year just recovered, the crops had a little harvest, and the locust plague caught up again.The locusts flew all over the sky, and the sky was so dark that it almost covered the sun.Wherever they went, it could be said to be swept away, not only the leaves and turf, but also the flags on the city wall, the furs of cattle and horses were doomed to escape, and there was no grass in the three counties north of Ningzhou. A shaved head is as bleak and horrible as a scarred head.

Everything that could be eaten was eaten by locusts, and people only had to eat locusts. The locusts flew away, and people had to flee.Wei Jiang is one of the army fleeing famine in Ningzhou.

Wei Jiang is an orphan.

Speaking of orphans, it is very miserable to be alone and unaccompanied.But Wei Jiang's loneliness is definitely the loneliness of the lone star of the devil.

One day in the cold winter, he appeared by the side of a small road into a village called Shigeda Village in Ningzhou, with a gold-cast nameplate in his infancy, with the word "Weijiang" written on it.When the old scavenger saw the foundling, he pawned the gold nameplate for some broken silver, and adopted him.Wei Jiang was less than five years old. One day, an old man who scavenged waste was bitten by a mad dog when he went out. After struggling for a few days, he died.Later, an old boy in the village who couldn't even pass the exam as a scholar had no children, so he adopted Wei Jiang and taught him a few words. Wei Jiang was woken up early by the fireworks, and ran out of the fire with bare feet, but Lao Tongsheng and his wife were burned alive in the house.

Since then, no one has claimed Weijiang, and he has lived a life of eating a hundred meals and wearing thousands of clothes.Some people say that his life is bad, and it is true.It was later that he picked up a big yellow dog, and the yellow dog followed him to eat and eat, and ran to the river to find something to eat, but fell into the ice hole and drowned.Wei Jiang didn't believe in evil, and raised a few more cats, but none of them survived a year and died of plague.Even if it is the easiest to raise a tortoise, the tortoise crawled out of the water tank one winter, but was bitten off by a wild cat and died.

This time there was a locust plague in Ningzhou, Wei Jiang escaped with a villager, and there were still locusts to eat on the road for a few days.If we talk about locusts, they are occasionally fried in oil to serve as a side dish, which is originally a very delicious delicacy.But as a meal, eat it every meal, without any meaty smell, all rely on dry cooking, and Weijiang's stomach is overwhelmed by the meal, which is unspeakably disgusting.The locusts ate for a few days, and the locusts were gone. Many fleeing refugees from Ningzhou took root in Anzhou to eat the rice from the porridge shed.The rice is made of millet that has been stale for many years, and it has no rice taste at all, and the thin, translucent gruel turns into mouse feces after a few stirs.In the beginning, the meal was once a day, but now, it has become a meal every three days. Seeing the situation, Wei Jiang may have to follow the hungry people to find food in another place.

Let's say that Wei Jiang spent the night in the ruined temple of the threshing ground, and he woke up from the cold before dawn.He dug up the straw all over his body, shivering from the cold, and had nowhere to go, so he wandered around in this dilapidated Anzhou.

Anzhou is actually not big, it is built along the river from east to west, but it is only a few miles long.People in Weijiang walked short and short, and their stomachs were full of hunger. After walking for a while, they became tired, so they sat on a stone pier and thought about getting something to eat.

This day is the time when people in the mountains go to the market, and the city is more lively than usual.There is a rush of people picking up customers, delivering goods, and kitting cars. The porters are humming and carrying tea bags and salt bags. The snacks sold on the street were screaming and screaming, making it very noisy.

Not far from Weijiang is a Hu spicy soup, and there is a deep-fried dough stick next to it.He watched eagerly, and saw a finger-wide piece of dough being thrown into it. There was a sizzling sound in the oil pan. The dough piece turned over a few times and stretched out, and then it became a bulging bag, as thick as a forearm, and a foot long. Big fritters.The stall owners wiped the oil and sweat off their faces, and kept yelling:
"Hu spicy soup full of pepper noodles, one bowl will keep you warm, and two bowls will keep you sweating..."

"The oil is clear and the noodles are white. Throw it into the pan and float. The more it is fried, the better it is than the roast goose. The big one is a fried goose..."

It’s all about the hot and spicy soup, and the oil smoke from the fried dough sticks pot was smoky, and Wei Jiang felt like a group of rats scratching his heart and lungs. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of the acid water that came up, thinking what if He fished two sticks out of the pot and ran away. Can the man with the tongs catch up?

Before he could make a move, Wei Jiang's bowel rumble had already betrayed him.

The man stirred the tongs in the oil pan a few times, making a loud clang in his hands, and shouted to Wei Jiang: "You little boy, eat if you have money, and get out if you don't have money." He scooped up a spoonful of hot oil, "Look--look again, be careful that I pour a spoonful of oil on you..."

Wei Jiang thought he couldn't snatch it, and couldn't beat him, so he took three steps back and screamed, "Young master is very rich, fuck your mother's snobbery!" After a while, nothing came out.

"Little poor ghost, do you have money? If you can take out two big ones, I will give you a whole pot of deep-fried dough sticks."

"The big golden ingot, I'm afraid you can't find it." Wei Jiang has never won a fight since he was a child, and he has never lost a fight. How can this mountain person look down upon him at this time?The red mouth babbled, and after a while, he greeted the eight generations of the ancestors of this deep-fried dough stick.

The man in the mountain was so angry that he yelled and threw away the tongs. He didn't care about the fried dough sticks in the pot, so he wanted to give Weijiang a few donkey meat to eat.Wei Jiang also opened his posture, and was about to face this guy.

Just when the two were inseparable, there was only a whoosh, and three copper coins were thrown over from the air, unbiased and unbiased, and got into the money box on the fried dough sticks chopping board, and an old voice said: "You two don't fight, don't fight!" Don't do it, the old man gave the fritters money for this child."

When Wei Jiang turned his head, he saw an old man standing up slowly several zhang away.

I saw the old man wearing a green cloth Taoist scarf on his head, a cloth robe and straw shoes, and a yellow silk double tassel sash around his waist. There was a sign beside him, with the word "Gua Ming" written in the middle, and next to the two words was written in small letters. "A stylus writes a book, and three money determines good or bad luck." It is obviously a fortune teller.

Wei Jiang thought to himself, "This old-fashioned copper coin is really accurate." He snorted coldly and said, "You man, someone gave me the money for me. I want fried dough sticks." With his claws, he grabbed three fried dough sticks and stuffed them into his mouth.

Not long after the fritters came out of the pan, Wei Jiang ate in a hurry, rolled his eyes until he was so hot, scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, took a few breaths before stuffing a fritters into his belly.Wei Jiang first came to make a living, and when he wanted to grab another one, the man refused, and hit him on the hand with the tongs, saying: "One penny, one can't be more."

Wei Jiangsheng was afraid that the fortune teller would ask him for money, so he left like a storm after eating fried dough sticks.But the fortune-teller Taoist said: "Child, come here, the old Taoist sees that you have a strange appearance. Since you have eaten the fried dough sticks from the old Tao, the old Tao will push you away."

Wei Jiang would not believe this, he murmured: "I look very good, the appearance of being a son-in-law, the life of being a son-in-law, it's very good!" He retreated while talking, and said: "When I have money, Three copper plates and three big gold ingots."

The old Taoist frowned when he saw that he was full of mustache. Wei Jiang seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, his legs couldn't move, and he sat down in front of the divination booth involuntarily.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "The old Taoist doesn't want your money, so why are you afraid of me?"

Has Wei Jiang ever seen such a strange person in his life?He was terrified in his heart, but he still pretended not to care, stretched out a small black and thin hand in front of the Taoist priest, and said, "As long as you don't want my money, I'm not afraid."

At this time, I dare not say that I am long and that I am short.

The old Taoist Nian Xu smiled and said: "The old Taoist is not a doctor, why do you stretch out your hand?"

Wei Jiang stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.

The old Taoist squinted his eyes, a pair of pupils were shining brightly, he looked at Weijiang carefully for a while and said, "It's weird, it's weird, how can you have such a face?" One line is incomplete; the hall is bright and clean, but when you look closely, there is a hint of greenness... These are all for nothing, you are born with floating eyes and vertical lines. If you don't talk about fame and wealth in this life, you will be afraid of begging on the street, and you will die of cold and hunger! In your life, 15 years old is a hurdle, like a one-foot-wide stream. Others can cross it with every step, and they are afraid that you will not be able to get through it. Even if you can get through it, 25 years old is not a hurdle. -"

The old man chanted for a long time, most of Wei Jiang didn't understand, but after hearing the last sentence, he was surprised and said: "You said I won't live to be 15 years old?"

The old Taoist still ignored him, and muttered to himself: "The strangeness is here. Your fate is clearly a catastrophe that disturbs cause and effect and disrupts the sky. But if you can't even get past the age of 15 or 25, what are you doing?" Is it a harm to the world?" The old Taoist shook his head again and again, "There is another strange thing, the future seems to be full of fog, on the one hand, you are respected as the pride of a generation, embraced by beautiful vanilla, and admired by all generations; on the other hand, you are criticized by thousands of people, Thousands of people cast aside, the wives and children around me are scattered and their families are destroyed, such strange and contradictory phenomena, the old way really can't understand..."

With the ink in Weijiang's belly, he was even more ignorant of these words about dropping his schoolbag.I had no choice but to swallow my saliva and asked, "You say my life is not good?"

The old Taoist smiled lightly and said, "The poor Taoist didn't say hello to you, nor did he say anything bad about you." Wei Jiang rolled his eyes: "Then you just beeped for a long time, it was all for nothing."

The old Taoist's eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "A fool fights for his life, a wise man changes his life. Are you willing to follow the old Tao to cultivate the truth? Only the three thousand Taoist treasures can help you reverse the world, change your luck and change your fate. Do you want to try it, kid?"

Wei Jiang wondered: "Cultivation? What is cultivation? Can cultivation be enough to eat every day?" The old Taoist was speechless for a while, and the curse was useless. Let’s die together. You still have a long way to go, if you have the heart, you will have your own destination and your own future.”

Seeing the old Taoist priest drive him away, Wei Jiang said with a stern face: "I can leave if you want, then give me a few more big boys, just two deep-fried dough sticks can only manage for a long time—"

The old man was so angry that his beard was raised, he took out more than a dozen copper coins from his bag, and said angrily: "It's all here, get out, get out, the farther you get, the better!"

(End of this chapter)