My name is Baifeng, the white of cabbage, the wind of gale.
I died twice when I was a kid!
I heard that when I was less than three years old, I played with water and plunged into the tank. No one was watching. When adults found out that I had choked to death, my face was purple, my heartbeat was gone, and my body was completely cold!
According to rural customs, children who died young are not buried in ancestral graves or in coffins.
My family wrapped me in a rag quilt and took me to a barren mountain, intending to burn it and bury me. The gasoline was poured on me, so I barely started the fire with my trembling hands.
My parents couldn't bear it and planned to watch me for a while longer, trying to remember my appearance firmly.
At this time, a shabby old man in rags appeared out of nowhere, looking like a beggar.
His hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and he was holding a yellow-skinned wine gourd in his hand, taking a sip from time to time. He also had a polished brass old smoking gun pinned to his waist.
From a distance, you can smell the smell of alcohol mixed with dry smoke mixed with the sour smell of sweat.
The old man told my parents that he could save me, but there was a condition: he had to promise that I would become his teacher after I turned seven.
My father has a bad temper. Looking at his slovenly appearance, I thought he was a madman from somewhere.
The pain of losing a son was like a knife piercing my heart, but seeing him causing trouble was even more disturbing!
He picked up a loose stone at his feet and threw it at the old man's face, telling him to go away and ask for a small amount of money.
My mother couldn't hold my father back, so she had to hold on to the old man and tell him to leave quickly so he wouldn't be beaten.
But the old man didn't dodge or evade. Not only was he not afraid, he cocked his neck in a provocative manner, stretched his head forward, pointed his finger at Dad and yelled to hit him on the head.
My father was stubborn and his head was full of passion. He raised the stone and gave it to him, calling him right on the door of the old man's head.
My mother was so frightened that she yelled, fearing that she would break the old man's body, but she wanted to avoid being sued and losing money.
But what happened next left them stunned!
The imagined head rupture and bleeding did not happen at all. Instead, the rough stone the size of a dog's head split into seven or eight petals!
The shock caused my dad’s palms to crack open, and blood flowed out, blah blah blah.
When I came back to my senses, my parents knew that they had met an expert!
Ordinary people would have suffered brain injuries if they breathed on this pebble, and they would have fallen to the ground at the very least, but this old man didn't even have a scratch on his skin!
Dad didn't care about the pain in his hand, and quickly pulled his mother to kneel down on the ground, kowtowing, apologizing, and begging the old man to save me.
The old man laughed and was not annoyed. He patted his forehead and shouted at my father: "Don't hit me anymore? How about it? Do you accept it? It's fate that we met. I can save this child. Can you two agree to my conditions?"
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How can my parents care about anything else? I am so cold to death, why should I not agree? What else is more important than life?!
The old man was not in a hurry, he moved a stone and sat down safely, took off the shiny brass pipe from the waistband of his tattered trousers, stuffed the pipe with tobacco as if no one else was watching, and started to enjoy the smoking.
My parents were so anxious that they knelt down and begged him to save me.
The old man was holding his pipe in his mouth, puff after puff, chattering unhurriedly, muttering: "Don't be hasty, don't be hasty, the time has not come yet! It doesn't matter if it's too early or too late, it will be bad!"
I saw him flicking his fingers and calculating quickly, and he didn't stand up steadily until he finished smoking the bag of cigarettes.
Then he bent down and dug out a crumpled yellow paper from his tattered liberation shoes, which looked like a talisman.
He stretched out his hand and swung it in the air a few times. The talisman paper "whooshed" and caught fire in his hand. The flame turned yellow and glowed with a faint blue color, and burned up in the blink of an eye.
The old man carefully held the paper ash in his hand, and took out the yellow-skinned wine gourd from his arms. He opened the mouth of the gourd with his teeth, took a small mouthful, rinsed his mouth with a "gukjigguji", spit the wine into the palm of his hand, and
I rubbed the talisman into the mud and rolled it into a ball. I couldn't help but open my mouth and stuff it in.
The old man muttered a lot of strange things that his parents couldn't understand.
After finishing all this, he patted his butt and left without looking back. He just said from a distance: "Don't forget to promise me! I'll come back when the baby is seven years old!"
Strange to say, I miraculously woke up after swallowing what the old man randomly prepared!
I vomited out a lot of smelly black water, and the next day I was alive and kicking as if nothing was wrong.
My parents suppressed the fact that I died once. I didn’t dare to say anything about it, for fear that the people in the village would gossip behind my back!
They all say that those who survive a catastrophe will be blessed later!
I thought that things would go smoothly for me and I would grow up, but things often go wrong in my life. When I was seven years old, I still had an accident!
I remember that summer, it was so weird!
There have been heavy rains for more than ten days in a row. The deep mountains are filled with water, and flash floods pour down, filling the river and flooding into the villages. Most people have suffered water damage.
The thunder in the sky was also weird, as if it was pressing down around the village, rolling back and forth with a "click, click, click" sound, as if it was ringing next to the ears, like an earthen cannon fired in a mine, which made my head buzz and hurt.
The lightning is also like the giant worms in the deep mountains during the anaconda season, one after another, densely packed, brightening the dark night sky.
There was a power outage in the village, so we couldn't watch cartoons. I simply lay on the window sill and watched the lightning, measuring what each one looked like.
Suddenly a ball of fire fell from the sky, dragging a long stream of fire toward the village!
I was so frightened that I ran off the kang in two steps and wanted to call my parents in the next room, but before I could open the door, I heard a loud "bang"!
Immediately afterwards, the eyes were filled with dazzling firelight, which was so exciting that I couldn't open my eyes!
The sound of houses collapsing was heard in my ears!
I know it must have been the fireball that hit the roof and destroyed the house!
I ran out in a hurry, and suddenly there was a "bang" on my head, and I was hit by a falling beam. It hurt so much that my vision went black and I lost consciousness...
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I don’t know how long it took, but I woke up from the pain, as if I had had a long dream.
In the dream, there was an old man in a white robe with a kind face. He kept clasping his fists and bowing to me. I can’t remember exactly what he said, I just felt it was baffling.
It was still dark before my eyes. I remembered what happened before I fell asleep and quickly shouted for my parents!
There was silence, terrible silence, no one responded...
I suppressed my headache and tried to sit up, but when I raised my hand, I touched wood. I fumbled and found that there was wood all around!
I can feel it is in a sealed wooden box!
Headache, darkness, fear, breathlessness...
I was so scared that I called out to my parents, slapped the wooden box hard, scratched and kicked like crazy...
Where is this?!
No one answered me, only endless darkness.
After struggling a lot, I felt that my body was getting weaker and weaker, my chest seemed to be pressed by a stone, I couldn't breathe, my head was getting more and more dizzy, and I couldn't open my eyelids.
I'm probably going to die...
In my daze, the sound of a shovel digging into the earth came to my ears. It became louder and louder, and finally the sound of the shovel hitting the wooden board was sharp and harsh. I thought this might be a hallucination before I died!
"Hurry up, hurry up! If you're too late, you'll really die!"
There was a lot of noise and chaos.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Crunch!"
The sealed wooden board was pried open, and the long-lost light came in, which made me unable to open my eyes.
The fresh air after the rain carries the sweet earthy fragrance of watermelon, which jolts my groggy head!
I tried to open my eyes, and there was a rectangular blue sky above my head, and the sun was shining brightly!
My father and mother were lying on the edge of the wooden board crying. I have never seen them so sad!
Tears dropped like broken beads on the corners of my mouth and face, making them wet. I took a lick and it was salty.
I'm not dead, it's great to be alive!
He struggled to sit up, but fell down weakly.
My parents quickly helped me sit up, and then I realized that what was sitting under my butt was actually a coffin!
The coffin was surrounded by people watching the fun, but they stayed far away.
When they saw me getting out of the coffin, they were so frightened that they backed away, as if they were seeing a ferocious beast. I took a step forward, but they took several steps back!
An old man in tattered clothes seemed not to be afraid of me and ran towards me.
His hair was as messy as a henhouse, he was holding a yellow-skinned wine gourd in his hand, and he had an old brass smoking gun in his waist, which was glowing in the sun. I could smell the smell of alcohol all over his body even before he got closer.
, mixed with dry tobacco and the sour smell of sweat.
My parents quickly supported me and knelt down with them. The one who knelt down was the sloppy old man who was walking towards me!
Thank you for saving my life again!
It turned out that the house I lived in collapsed that day, and my parents pulled me out from the rubble like crazy. I was beaten to death by the beams and was covered in blood.
My mother cried until she fainted while holding my body!
At this time, the old man who saved me many years ago came again. He seemed to know that I would die and was not surprised at all.
He told my parents to put me in a coffin and bury me on the mountain to hide the secrets of heaven. After seven days, they would try their best to revive me.
Seven days! I actually lay in the coffin for seven days! No wonder it felt like a long time!
The old man belched wine and said it was time to accept me as his disciple.
When my mother heard this, tears streamed down her face and she was reluctant to let him take me away.
The old man was also anxious, his face was red and his neck was thick, as if he had been greatly wronged. He said that you didn't keep your word and saved me twice in a row. Are you planning to cheat?
He also said that I was entrusted with a mission and had a destiny of immortality. I was born with five disadvantages and three shortcomings. Not only that, this life is also full of death and calamity. Only by following his practice and becoming a Taoist immortal can I
Give this life a try!
My father knew that the old man was not an ordinary person, but a great immortal master. Besides, he did save my two lives. It was a huge kindness!
When you and your mother sum it up, just pick one.
According to the agreement, I became my disciple. For our sake, he did not take me away, so he built a few thatched houses at the east end of the village and settled down there. I could live at home or hang out at his place every day.
Originally I was resisting in my heart, mainly because I couldn't stand his shabby appearance and the sour smell of sweat mixed with alcohol and cigarette smoke.
But he couldn't resist it, and he would always pull out handfuls of White Rabbit toffee by magic, and there were so many endless stories about mountain spirits and wild monsters. It was too tempting to resist.
No matter what cloudy day it rains, there is always a demonic fox howling sadly in the mountain graves;
You old man with white hair and yellow skin likes to squat on top of a pile of firewood on a full moon night, holding his two front paws and worshiping the full moon all the time. That is practicing cultivation;
On a tree in the mountains where several people were hugging each other, there were long worms as thick as buckets coiled around and smothered in food. Their bellies were bulging and ribbed. It was clear that they had swallowed a big worm and had to use their strength to digest the food.
Why is there an old hedgehog with white hair the size of a millstone deep in the mountains, with his back covered with fruits, standing and walking unsteadily, coughing like an old man... cough cough...
When walking in the mountains and forests, there are old spirits that like to call people by their names, but be sure not to answer. Once you agree, you will be fascinated by the spirits and never leave the forest...
There are so many weird and strange things in the master's belly that he can't even fill a basket full of them.
When I was young, I was always stunned by the stories my master told me. Especially at night when it got dark, I would not dare to go out. I had to be accompanied by an adult to pee. But I was afraid of these stories.
It's so addictive, I can't get enough of it...
The master is no different from those old men in the countryside who just listen to music and bask in the sun. I don't see any ability. It wasn't until I saw him take action with my own eyes that I realized how powerful he was!
I was about ten years old at that time. One day after school, I saw a large group of people gathered around the entrance of the village, making a fuss and lighting a fire. I squeezed in and found out that something had happened, and that it was a very mysterious thing! This chapter has been completed!