Chapter 402: The Devil Pill and the Spirit Pearl are destined to fall, and the secret method is passed on at midnight

"Have you heard about the massacre of the Tantric Buddhists in Tibet? I heard from a fellow Taoist friend that it was extremely brutal. Even the golden-winged birds raised in the great Lama temple had their heads chopped off. Not a single one survived." A Taoist was chatting with his good friend.

The friend was a swordsman. He shook his head after hearing this and said, "What golden-winged bird? The Tantric Buddhism gave it a name, Garuda. I heard it can eat dragon seeds."

The Taoist laughed and said, "What dragon-eating creature? There are no real dragons in the world. They are nothing but stupid creatures that eat poisonous snakes and giant pythons. Most of them eat people!"

"The Tantric Buddhism is not a good thing. It is a collection of evil things like the Bon religion and the Lotus Sect. They rely on the remote location to live in a corner and control the people of the place. They divide people into different classes. The lowest serfs are not called human beings at all. They are then skinned and killed. It is better to kill them so that there will be peace."

The Taoist mentioned one after he finished speaking, and the two of them clinked their glasses. He continued, "What about Tantric Buddhism? It sounds good to say that the Buddha's ancestral lineage is in Tantric Buddhism. If you really ask a great Buddhist in China, he may not say anything if you say that the ancestral lineage is in Tantric Buddhism. But if you say that they are the same as the Tantric lamas, you will see whether the Buddha will fight with you or not."

“That Garuda, it just means that there are fewer exotic species in the mountains and seas nowadays, and there are only a few dragon beasts. If a real dragon is born, the dragon's might will be so strong that the golden-winged bird will pee and shit.” As the Taoist said this, he tilted his head and was stunned.

"Hey, hey, hey, drink up. Why are you standing still? I won't allow you to avoid drinking!" The swordsman looked at the Taoist priest. He loved the drink the most, and he loved drinking with his good friends and confidants even more. It was best to drink until drunk. Seeing the Taoist priest stunned, he urged him to drink.

Ding

The wine glass smashed on the table, and the Taoist pursed his lips stupidly: "Dragon, there is a dragon!"

dragon?
The swordsman quickly stuck his head out of the window, only to see the sky was cloudless, no dragon in sight. He pushed his friend and said, "I told you that you're already confused after just a few drinks. Your alcohol tolerance should be reduced. It's my fault, my fault. I should have asked you to drink more."

The Taoist blinked his eyes, and the strange dragon shadow disappeared. He didn't believe in illusions, but unfortunately he didn't have enough skills to figure out anything. Some things were beyond the reach of a person like him. He sighed in his heart and said, "My eyes are blurry. Come on, let's stop talking about this and drink."

"That's right. When you meet a bosom friend, a thousand cups are not enough. Drink one cup after another. By the way, you just said that you got the news from your Taoist friend's Taoist partner. When did you start hanging out with other Taoist partners?"

"Drink your wine and stay out of my business!"

The sky is clear, the sky is bright, and there is a small mountain village.

A broad-minded man was pacing in front of the hut, with a look of anxiety on his dark face. The hut was crowded with people. From time to time, someone went in with hot water and came out with a basin of blood.

"Uncle, don't worry. I'm a lucky person and will be able to get through it." The boy on the bench nearby was dizzy by the man's figure running back and forth, and hurriedly stopped him.

"Go to hell, it's not your wife giving birth that's why you're not in a hurry. People say childbirth is painful, but I'm in a hurry!" The man kicked the boy on the butt, but didn't turn around. He just pinched his hands until their joints turned white. The boy muttered a few words and said nothing more.

A group of people gathered outside the house, including men, women, young and old. In this small mountain village, adding new members is a big deal. Even if they don't come to watch the fun, it's good to have more people to help around. The girls and wives from each family are busy inside and outside the house.

"Xiao Zhuzi is right. Good luck comes naturally to those who are lucky. Old Brother Wang is a blessed man. It is certain that both mother and child are safe."

As the voice came, a figure broke through the crowd and walked towards the man named Wang.

"Here comes the gentleman!"

"Mr. Gu hasn't come to my house for dinner for a while!"

"Has my naughty boy been behaving well in school these past two days? If he gets angry, tell me and I'll beat him up when I get home!"

The crowd forced their way through and let the man in, talking a lot of things, and Gu Qingyuan responded to them one by one.

This place is called Yupan Village, and the people there are quite simple and honest. He settled down there as a down-and-out scholar, built a bamboo house, and opened a school. He wrote letters for people and played the erhu on weekdays, and did some accounting after the busy farming season, which was considered a way to make a living.

His school doesn't even teach people to recognize big characters. Gu Qingyuan naturally knew what the villagers needed to learn most. In addition to learning characters, he also taught miscellaneous skills such as arithmetic and bookkeeping. He also wrote some important agricultural techniques according to local conditions, methods of surveying farming seasons and solar terms, and improving farm tools. The people didn't know anything else, but they were good at farming. They knew how much grain their own land could produce and how far to place the farm tools to save the most effort. They had a clear account in their minds and knew that Mr. Gu was a truly capable man, so they naturally respected him very much.

"Mr. Gu, I didn't expect you to come as well." The man rubbed his hands, chased the boy who was sitting on the bench away, and wiped the bench vigorously, "Hurry up and sit down."

The driven Zhuzi was not angry. He smiled and approached Gu Qingyuan, bowing slightly: "Mr. Gu."

"You still have the leisure to come here and have fun. Have you finished the homework I assigned to you yesterday? Have you read through several articles and solved a few math problems?" Gu Qingyuan asked.

Xiao Zhuzi slapped his head and said, "Oh, my family hasn't fed the New Year pig yet. Mr. Gu, Second Uncle, I'll go back and get some straw to feed the pig." After saying that, he ran away.

Gu Qingyuan then looked at the man and said, "I heard that a wedding was coming up at home, so I rushed here. How is it going? Is everything going well?"

The man scratched his head and said, "It's been a while. At first, there was still movement and the shouting was heartbreaking. Now it has gradually weakened. I guess it doesn't have much strength left."

"It seems that sister is blessed with good fortune. She will definitely get through this hardship. Just relax for now and don't worry." Gu Qingyuan comforted her.

The man started to turn around again and looked back at Gu Qingyuan: "Mr. Gu, you are capable. You can cure a headache or fever by picking up a handful of grass. You must be familiar with the art of medicine," he said, stamping his feet, "If it doesn't work, you can also go in and take my pulse and prescribe some prescriptions to nourish the spirit and restore the energy."

Gu Qingyuan glanced at him, and saw the majestic luck descending from the sky, and the real dragon of luck falling into the thatched cottage, and shook his head: "I think it's not necessary."

After that, a baby cried, and then the midwife's voice came: "It's born, it's a big fat boy, mother and child are safe."

After hearing this, the man tried to force his way in, but was stopped. The person inside opened a small gap to prevent the pregnant woman from being exposed to the wind, and then stepped aside to let the man in.

After paying the wedding money to the midwife and her group, the man happily took the child, brought him to the bedside, and said to the frail woman on the bed, "Xiaofeng, look, our son."

The woman was sweating profusely and looked at the child with loving eyes.

The people outside the door also shouted, and some took out firecrackers to light them. Some people also brought out the food and snacks that had been prepared earlier, put hot noodles in the pot and cold meat in the steamer. It was time to have a banquet, and the whole village was getting excited.

Gu Qingyuan put down the tranquilizer wrapped in oil paper in his hand, turned around, and saw the man following him.

"Mr. Gu, you are a learned man, why don't you give the child a name to show your talent!" Gu Qingyuan would naturally not refuse, and pondered for a moment: "I think this child is blessed with good fortune, but he still needs a big name to suppress his fortune, so how about calling him Yansheng?"

"Yansheng, Wang Yansheng, good, good name. I'm busy now, I'll thank you for the name tomorrow." Wang's father was excited and thanked him quickly.

Gu Qingyuan observed the aura again and found that the baby who had just been named Wang Yansheng was the boy from that year, the reincarnation of Lingzhuzi, Daoxingjie Tianmingzi, but it would take quite a while for him to grow up.

"There is a compelling spiritual energy and a natural devilish nature. I have turned the Son of Destiny into a spiritual bead and a devil pill. I wonder how many immortals can sense it."

He glanced at the villagers around him. The birth of the Son of Destiny was a big deal. If it had been predicted, they would have made arrangements early on to allow him to grow up according to their wishes. Among the people around here, there were who knew how many spies from various sects, incarnations of immortals and Buddhas, and reincarnated spirit children. They were just waiting for the right time and honestly playing their roles.

Gu Qingyuan took a quick glance and could see through those with shallow roots. It was a strange thing that a group of powerful people with good Taoist skills and who went out to claim to be ancestors were forced to work in a small mountain village. Then he thought, wasn't he also a teacher here, no different from others? Then he shook his head, got up and left.

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"Xiaosheng, your mother asked you to go home for dinner!"

A loud shout was heard, startling a young man. The young man was handsome, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, but a gentle temperament.

He was holding a grain of sugar crystal and shaking it to lure the ants. The two groups of ants soon started fighting under his enticement. Hearing someone calling him, Wang Yansheng patted the thin dust on his butt, threw the sugar grain away, and looked at the person who came.

"Brother Zhuzi."

Zhang Zhu looked at Wang Yansheng and said, "You are teasing ants again. What's the point of this? You might as well go with me to the next village to watch Huagu Opera."

Wang Yansheng shook his head: "I have watched Huagu Opera several times. It's always the same people, and the performances are all the same. It's boring. It's not as interesting as watching ants fighting here."

Zhang Zhu chuckled, "I think only these ants can keep you company. Big animals like pigs and cows hide when they see you." He walked half a circle around Wang Yansheng, "It's strange, the yellow dog at Uncle San's house is so powerful that wolves killed two of them. It barks at everyone it sees and it doesn't matter how much you beat it, but when it sees you, it doesn't say a word and walks with its tail between its legs."

"The teacher said that I was born with a deep aura, and animals are most sensitive to aura, so it is afraid of me." Wang Yansheng glanced at the ant under his feet, "It is only this ant that does not know my full appearance and does not see the huge size of a human. It and I are one heaven and one earth, but it cannot sense it and is not afraid of me."

Aren't humans just like ants in the universe? He added silently in his heart.

"You are saying something I don't understand again. Go home quickly and don't keep your aunt waiting anxiously." Zhang Zhu scratched his head, turned around and walked back, with Wang Yansheng following behind him.

After a while, the two returned to the village. Zhang Zhu was already married, so he naturally would not eat for free. Wang Yansheng strolled to his home and before he entered the house, he smelled a burst of fragrance.

"Mom, what day is it today? Why are you stewing chicken?"

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Gu Qingyuan calmly talking to his father, and bowed respectfully: "Sir."

"Xiaosheng is back, please sit down. We've been waiting for you. I can't help but eat while sitting here." Gu Qingyuan greeted him.

"Your husband sent a white hen, saying it was to nourish your body. Why don't you thank him?" said the Queen Mother.

Wang Yansheng was about to stand up when Gu Qingyuan held him down: "I don't have any cooking skills, and I can't eat many bites of this chicken. It's troublesome to clean it up. It's better to do a favor. No matter how tall it is now, the chicken was cleaned by your father, and the meat was cooked by your mother. I just need to wait for you to open your mouth."

"Xiaosheng, please sit down. Let me ask you, how is your review going?"

Wang Yansheng straightened his back and said, "I have read the classics and the historical records, and I know the art of calculation by heart. I don't seek to understand the strategies and miscellaneous notes in detail."

"Yes, at your age, it is rare for you to be able to read the classics and history. Only by taking the classics as the basis and history as the mirror can you know right from wrong and distinguish good from evil. Arithmetic and mathematics are subjects of thinking, logic, and application. It is no longer about being precise, but about building cognition and having a flexible mind." Gu Qingyuan nodded.

"As for the policy papers and miscellaneous notes, they are too profound for you. You have lived in the village for a long time and have never broadened your horizons. The policy papers and miscellaneous notes are based on practical subjects. Without traveling thousands of miles, it is difficult to verify them. You need to review the old and learn the new in the future."

Wang Yansheng's mind became lively, and his thoughts spread out, and he was somewhat delighted: "Sir, what do you mean?"

Gu Qingyuan nodded: "How can a real dragon be raised in shallow water? It's not a good idea to keep you in the mountain village. It's time to go out and have a look."

He looked at the king's father and mother and said, "I am here to discuss with your parents about traveling with you for a while. After you have experienced the beautiful scenery of the outside world, it will not be too late to settle down in the mountain village."

Wang Yansheng was so excited that he almost jumped up. He was sixteen years old now, and he had walked every inch of land in this mountain village. He was familiar with every tree and blade of grass here. He had long been unable to resist letting himself go. Seeing his parents smiling and nodding, he could not help but laugh out loud and jumped high.

"Okay, I just came to inform you that you still need to prepare for the study tour. I'll give you half a day, and we'll set off in three days." Gu Qingyuan looked at Wang Yansheng's monkey-like appearance, stretched out his hand and tapped his forehead three times. After all, he was a young man. "Remember, don't delay."

"I've got it, sir. I'll prepare it right away!" Wang Yansheng was so excited that he didn't even eat the chicken and ran out.

"My boy will have to rely on you to take care of him when he goes out. If he does anything wrong, you should beat him or scold him." Wang's father said, looking very relaxed.

"I'll go make some food and you can eat on the way." The Queen Mother seemed a little worried, but she didn't say much. She stood up and went to prepare things as soon as she sat down.

After dinner, Gu Qingyuan returned home. He waited until the moon was above the branches. At three o'clock in the morning, a figure got up from the bed and walked to Gu Qingyuan's residence in the dark, taking advantage of the moonlight.

"Sir, I'm here, open the door!" Wang Yansheng shouted in a low voice.

"Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

"Didn't you tell me in code that I should come back at three o'clock in the morning?"

With a creak, the door opened and closed.

(End of this chapter)