The grenade has a wooden handle, the kind that has long been active in anti-war educational films.
I was horrified in my heart. This thing is not something that a flesh and blood body like me can withstand. Fortunately, I have become more agile recently. I slid sideways, took three long steps, and rushed into a small alley. Not yet.
When I came back to my senses, I heard a huge explosion, like a big firecracker set off during the Chinese New Year. The roar shook the air. The golden silkworm Gu shot out from my chest, sniffed the air, and then flapped its wings.
Flying towards the west direction.
I can feel the anger in its heart.
After I was frightened, I also walked on the road angrily. When this disaster happened, grenades were used. It was more than vicious, it was really vicious. How big would it be to use such a thing in a tourist resort like Phoenix?
Hatred? I carefully stretched out my head and found that a few people were gradually gathering outside, and some were coming after hearing the sound. There were always some people who were not afraid of death and loved to have fun. The grenade should have less filling and not much power.
These people just thought it was a big firecracker and gathered around to watch. Some people even called the police.
I went over and found that the place where I had just been lying was completely blackened.
A middle-aged man in camouflage uniform squatted on the ground and studied for a long time. He said that this grenade had been placed for at least half a century. Judging from the explosion effect, it might be an inferior product left over from the suppression of bandits in western Hunan. Some people laughed and said it was nonsense.
It’s been stored for decades, can it still be used? I thought it was old cellar wine?
I had doubts in my heart and was concerned about the golden silkworm Gu chasing the enemy. I turned around and left, passing by the police car that was coming blah blah blah.
After passing a street corner, the golden silkworm Gu flew onto my shoulder. I shook my head and couldn't find it.
The murderer was very cunning, he could kill with one strike, he was not sloppy at all, and he killed decisively.
I have always said that I am not afraid of ghosts, monsters, evildoers, but the enemies lurking in the dark. The human heart is the scariest thing, and I am not made of iron. How can I resist this sneaky scheme in the human body?
Bullets can kill me! To be honest, if it weren't for the golden silkworm Gu, I would have been poked by those three powerful flying knives, and I would have bled to death.
Who is it?
The first thing I thought of was Di Fan Tian's group. Friends of friends are not necessarily friends, and enemies of enemies are not necessarily friends. Yesterday, I was almost killed by a zombie refined by Di Fan Tian's house. Although the golden silkworm Gu awakened
, I got another volume of "The True Interpretation of the Ghost Path", but at the same time, I destroyed most of the twelve zombies that the Wang family worked so hard to refine... There is actually a lot of filth in it. The Earth-turning Sky family, one
It seems that you are not a good person, so it is natural for you to come to me for revenge, especially the murder weapon:
The skill of throwing knives has always been the way of the world. If you can throw it like this, you must be a master among masters; as for grenades, I am also very inclined to the analysis of the puppet army fan just now. As the Wang family who has been here for a long time, I have retained a certain
Two hand grenades from long ago are also possible.
Maybe they made this thing themselves.
To rob a tomb, one must use explosives to blast it.
I immediately called Zamao Xiaodao, but I didn’t get through. The number I dialed was not in the service area. What the hell is going on? I called Zamao Xiaodao three times and couldn’t get through, so I gave up. Gritting my teeth, I dialed Zamao Xiaodao again.
The Wang family number that Mao Xiaodao left for me was connected after a while, and it was the precocious child who answered the call. He heard that I asked him to find his father, and told me that his father and his uncles were in the cellar chanting sutras and were busy.
Do you want to find his great-grandfather?
He said it calmly, and I wondered, could it be someone else?
This is strange.
I had no choice but to go home first. I called a car and rushed to the bus station. The girl named Miaomiao on the road called me and said that there was a gas explosion somewhere in the city and asked me if I was nearby?
I was just trying to do an explosion, but why did it turn into a gas explosion? I was speechless, I just said I didn’t know, and I had to go home in a hurry.
I hung up the phone, feeling deeply in awe of the error rate and harmonious speed of information dissemination.
In a shop near the station, I bought some batik clothing accessories as gifts.
After buying the ticket, I got on the bus and headed back to Jinping. Along the way, I was studying "The True Interpretation of the Ghost Path". The words and phrases described in it seemed to be still in the early stages, such as swallowing the brilliance of the moon.
It's quite appropriate, and it's quite reasonable until the middle stage. But the last hundred or so words say that if you practice long-term practice according to this method, you can live the dead with human flesh and blood, reshape your body, become a ghost and immortal body, transcend the three realms, and live happily.
That's a bit of pure nonsense.
At least I don’t believe it. I believe there are strange things in this world, because I have seen it with my own eyes and I can’t lie. But if you say there are gods and immortals in this world, I will be the first to jump out and say: How is it possible? Look.
As I looked at it, I felt that it didn’t seem appropriate. Is the nonsense that I’m talking about really true?
However, spanking a child on a rainy day is just idle time. Since the earth-shaking thing is so effective, it makes sense for Duoduo to practice it.
I thought about it, and I need to do three things at this stage: first, let Duoduo stay temporarily awake, or let her have control of the spirit body; second, teach this little guy the contents of "The True Interpretation of Ghost Dao"
, and practice diligently to integrate the memory of the earth soul; finally, I will find a way to restore Duoduo's physical body, so that she can live under the sun. Although I miss Duoduo very much, she lives in the locust tree in my chest and accompanies me every day.
Living with such a cute little ghost, I am not lonely and happy, but I can't be so selfish. Every time I see the yearning for the scenes on TV and the occasional loneliness in the eyes of this little ghost, I secretly feel sad.
determination.
There are things you have to do. This is responsibility, the responsibility of the soul.
She is not my personal pet, she is a person with self-awareness and a unique soul.
If you don’t do it, you will feel uneasy.
On the way, I called Zamao Xiaodao several times, but couldn't get through. This undoubtedly cast a shadow on my mind: What is he doing? What's wrong? Why doesn't he answer the phone? You know, Duoduo unlocked the seal and came out.
, my hope of regaining control is pinned on this kid. If he doesn't work hard here, then I will be blind.
Now I am very cautious about my random experiments. When it comes to Duoduo, I hardly dare to act rashly for fear of further damage.
When we were transferring to Huaihua, Duoduo woke up once and told me that the bad guy was tired and she was talking to me. I was very happy and then told her that I found a text and read it to her so that she could think about it.
. She agreed, so I hurriedly read it. Unexpectedly, after I read several passages, she said she didn’t understand and didn’t know what it meant. Then I remembered that the little guy hadn’t read for a few days, so naturally he ignored it.
These sentences are difficult for me to read.
I comforted her that it didn’t matter if she didn’t understand, I taught her, and after that, I broke it into pieces bit by bit with her, kneaded it into pieces and talked about it.
I was sitting in the last row of the shuttle bus, muttering this, and when others saw me, they thought I was crazy. They fidgeted for a long time, and finally changed seats and ran to the front.
Duoduo didn't wake up for long, and fell into deep sleep again in about an hour.
I held the sophora wood sign on my chest and couldn't help but look at the scenery passing behind me, sighing. Duoduo who can talk is really cute, and her delicate voice (even though only I can hear it) is still in my ears.
While talking to her, I always had a feeling of being admired, and a kind of love lingered in my heart, as if I was really teaching my well-behaved daughter.
After passing through western Hunan, there were undulating mountains all the way, and the winding mountain road had nine and eighteen bends. I couldn't help but think of the old book that my grandmother passed down to me, "Twelve Techniques for Suppressing the Mountains". It had such a domineering name. Since I got it,
, I have never read it thoroughly, and I still don’t understand its meaning.
Why? There are more than 200,000 words in the main text of the book plus annotations. It is eloquent, and the content is mixed. Due to the limitations of the times, I can tell that some things are fake at a glance, and some are mysterious, and there is no chance to practice them. This is a book.
This notebook-style book is sometimes written very casually and jumps a lot, which makes me confused. However, it also contains treasure-like occult knowledge, which makes people completely enlightened, as if it can solve the mystery.
Veil, see the new world.
After going through so many things, I urgently need to find a way to make myself stronger.
I thought of the "solid" section of the Twelve Dharma Doors. Like the Taoist body-building techniques in the Central Plains, the Twelve Dharma Doors also have methods for strengthening the body, which is the so-called Qigong.
Qigong was once popular in China around the 1980s, and then it was short-lived and was debunked by countless righteous people. Then it was labeled as a "pseudoscience" and fell into decline. To this day, I
The martial arts, qigong, etc. that you see on TV and on the Internet are all just showy. It is more appropriate to call them "dance", but they are really not as powerful as American Sanda.
Are there really people in this world who come and go?
I didn't understand it, but after seeing many ghosts and monsters, I actually believed it, so I picked up the method several times and looked for the sense of Qi, but my countless efforts were fruitless.
What is qi sense? It is a stream of heat flowing in the body, relaxing the meridians, activating the meridians, and expanding the energy. When needed, it can burst out instantly.
For example, Bruce Lee's inch punch.
Is this a skill, an experience, or an art of fighting? I don’t know. But I know that there should be some. Because, just yesterday during the day, I had already sensed what Taoism calls "Qi".
This is an endless flow of energy that exists among all things in the universe. It is the embodiment of consciousness, the power of thoughts, or a state of the magnetic field. It exists, so I know it is there. And it is
, I can roughly figure out the rules.
I closed my eyes, and in the old minibus, on the winding mountain road, I slowly felt the flow of "Qi" in my internal organs, in my upper, middle and lower Dantian, on my head, and between people and the world.
Finally, I felt it.
Speechless.
The thought arrived, and there seemed to be a clear spring in my body. Something flowing appeared from the consciousness of the body, and then penetrated the whole body. I felt that my spirit was much better. Even the wound left by yesterday's life was still there.
They all began to itch gradually, which was a sign of condensation. The golden silkworm Gu echoed in my body, singing and communicating with the field, constantly vibrating, and increasing its power.
(Interested comrades can try the simplest method: light a green lamp, then look at your nose and heart with your eyes, nose and heart, sit quietly for half an hour, and carefully feel the flow of heat energy in your body, the frequency of air exchange with yourself, and the flow of thoughts.
Be quiet and persist for three days to see if there is a hot spot three inches below the navel.)
On February 13, 2008, the day before Valentine's Day, I felt gas in my body.
After returning to Jinping, I immediately received a call from Huang Fei, asking me to go to her home. I agreed, and went to the only flower shop in the county and ordered a bouquet of 12 roses. I thought,
The next day was a beautiful day, and it seemed like I should be more romantic and proactive.
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