My years as a fortune teller

After dawn, I heard movement in the yard and immediately yelled.Then he roared: "Who is this who put the brick next to my pillow? What does it mean? Don't you want me to sleep!"

I used to have a loud voice, and according to my master's words, even my quietest words were like roaring.So if I growl, I can probably hear it all over the yard.What I want is this effect, and let everyone know.

Sure enough, my door was pushed open very quickly, first Zheng Qing and Shen Weiwei walked in and asked me what was wrong.Then came Guan Jun and Meng Xiaoxia, and finally Mr. Meng.I took the brick and pretended to be a little angry in the house.

Mr. Meng came over, sat me down on the bed, and said with a pleasant face: "Xiao Zhang, do you know that you have sleepwalking! This is very dangerous, you have to go to the hospital for treatment."

I scratched the back of my head and said to him: "It happened in the past, and my friend told me about it. After the doctor went through psychological and drug treatment, it seems that I haven't committed it again. The main reason is that I live alone all the time, so I don't know. Why, did I commit another crime last night? Could it be that I brought this brick? "

Mr. Meng smiled, and said to me: "You really don't remember, boy, let me tell you that you urinated in the yard last night. Fortunately, these two girls are not here, otherwise, I will see you today How dare you meet someone."

My face turned red, and I secretly glanced at the two girls.Although I know that they were not there last night, when Mr. Meng said it, I still blushed when I thought about it again.

Meng Xiaoxia smiled and said: "Brother Zhang, I saw it, let's see how you tell me." I stood up with a groan.Although I know it was dark when I played lying yesterday, she couldn't have seen it.But I still acted surprised, which made her less suspicious.

Mr. Meng pulled me to sit down and said: "She was joking, we drank very late last night, and there was no moonlight, so we only lit a few candles. Besides, we are at the house where I live. You are a little bit over here. It’s impossible to see from a distance, so don’t worry.”

I nodded and quickly asked: "Old Man Meng, do you think that my disease can be treated by traditional Chinese medicine? Otherwise, I will go to Chinese medicine to see it. I have lost all confidence in taking western medicine all the time."

Mr. Meng thought for a while, and said to me: "This sleepwalking, it seems, is caused by the restlessness of the mind. Or it is because the mind is not upright, which leads to repeating some daytime things in sleep. Go and see It’s also good to see a doctor of Chinese medicine, and it’s best to prescribe some medicine for keeping the gods. By the way, or, you go outside for a walk, this is also a symptom caused by you being too nervous.”

I nodded and didn't say anything.But I am even more certain in my heart that Mr. Meng is a Taoist.It is possible that what I have learned is no lower than my master, but I don't know which sect he belongs to temporarily.

I asked my master a long time ago about the question I raised just now.I don't remember exactly what he said at the time, but the general idea is very similar to what Mr. Meng said, and to be able to speak to this extent, he has studied Taoist medicine and spirituality.

According to statistics in Dao Zang, it is estimated that there are more than 800 Taoist sects, and there are still some that have not been recorded.So speaking of it, the factions of Taoism cannot be completely counted.Although they are now divided into Zhengyi and Quanzhen systems.But there are still some factions that are inherited independently.

So I have to find out the details of Mr. Meng, who is locked in his room, and what kind of Taoism he has learned, before I can meet him face to face, otherwise there will be many uncertain factors here.

Seeing that I stopped talking, Mr. Meng thought I was thinking about that illness.So he patted me on the shoulder, and said to me: "Xiao Zhang, don't have any pressure, Xiaoxia will go back to her hometown in the afternoon, and you will go to play with her then. Aren't you going to Yongle Palace? You go, let's relax, as long as there is no pressure, everything will be fine." I nodded and smiled.

Shen Weiwei immediately asked: "Where is Yongle Palace, where is it fun? Can you take us there, we don't know where it is fun." While talking, he looked at Meng Xiaoxia and then at me.

I smiled and said to her: "You should ask Comrade Meng Xiaoxia if she is willing to take you there. I don't have any opinions here. For those of you who study art, it is better to go there. Then It’s a palace of art. But Yongle Palace is a Taoist temple, so I’m afraid you won’t be interested in going there.”

Shen Weiwei immediately said: "That's great, only this kind of place can see the highest peak of Chinese classical art. You must take us there, otherwise, wouldn't we come here for nothing?" I.

I winked at her, and Shen Weiwei immediately understood what I meant, took Meng Xiaoxia's hand pitifully, shook her hand and said, "Good sister, just promise me! I will send you a lot of delicious food when the time comes." , What do you think?" Seeing Shen Weiwei's appearance, we all laughed.

Meng Xiaoxia said to Shen Weiwei: "Oh, don't ask me that. Although it is my hometown, to be honest, my understanding of that place is not as good as that of Brother Zhang. It's just that I will lead the way when I go back to my hometown this time. If you want to be a tour guide, you still have to find Big Brother Zhang."

Mr. Meng suddenly said to me: "Xiao Zhang, I heard Xiaoxia said that you are very familiar with that place. It seems that you have inquired on purpose. Do you have friends there? There are very few young people who can He cares about Taoist temples."

I smiled and said to old man Meng: "Actually, it's not that I care too much. Tell me, old man, where is the most preserved Chinese classical culture? I think it's either in the Forbidden City or in these Taoist temples. Think about the Forbidden City. What's inside, if you go to a good Taoist temple or temple, you can have a complete description of the culture of thousands of years. These cultures are alive and run through the history of religious development. If you go to the Forbidden City to see , the inside is all dead, many of which you can’t see.”

The old man nodded and said to me: "Isn't your opinion always unique? But what you said is really good, although I have never been to the Forbidden City. But as you said, culture is alive in Taoist temples and temples. But It depends on how you understand it, anyway, I think what you said is quite right." He patted my shoulder and said: "Go and pack up, get ready to leave later!"

Speaking of which, Mr. Meng got up and walked outside.Shen Weiwei came over and took my arm and asked, "Brother Zhang, tell me. Why do you see dead culture when you go to the Forbidden City? Only when you go to Taoist temples and temples can you see living art."

I smiled and said to her: "Think about it, the Forbidden City is now a museum. What you see when you go in are all exhibits. I'm not wrong! Once some things are not used, they are just put there for you to see." , like a sculpted beauty, even standing there naked, because there is no life, it is still just a pile of stones and soil. If you go to Taoist temples, many Taoist temples are still in use. Especially some literati, calligraphy and calligraphy left behind Thousands of years of cultural influence, this is the real art!"

When Shen Weiwei heard it, she smiled and said: "Although what you said is very reasonable, I still don't quite support it. But everyone has their own opinions. If you think it's right, don't worry about what other people think. Hmm , Brother Zhang, I support you. But when we go today, you still have to be a good tour guide for us, and you have to use all your skills to introduce us to Yongle Palace!"

I just smiled when I heard her words. Who can understand the pain in my heart?I don't want to classify Mr. Meng as evil, but he is indeed on the verge of this now.How can I save you, Mr. Meng...