The nature of Tao is caused by causes and conditions, and the nature of Dharma is false. I observe my body and talk about the appearance of sentient beings. From countless kalpas, why is the Dharma born? Where does it come from...! Where does it go?

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My name is Wang Tianqi, and I was born on the first day of the fourth lunar month in 1982.

Legend has it that this day was the day when the seven constellations in the south of the twenty-eight constellations fell, which is the Taoist "Tianqi Festival". My grandfather invited the most knowledgeable teacher Li in the village to give me this name, which is also meaning "The ultimate virtue and the mysterious feeling, the heaven's qi".

Qi: The meaning of "auspiciousness".

But in my childhood life, the word "auspicious" is completely insulated from me.

When I was three years old, my mother died of illness. When I was eight years old, my father who married into my grandfather's house ran away from home and completely lost the news. Only I and my grandfather, who was nearly 70 years old, remained for my life.

An old and a young man, in the rural areas of the mountainous areas facing the loess and the sky, there were no young and middle-aged laborers at home, nor were there a woman who cleaned up the house, washed clothes and cooked. That life was imaginable.

There is a broken courtyard, three earthen houses, mulberry wood as the axis, broken wood as the window, single meal in summer, no clothes in winter, and a house with only one wall, and a poverty-stricken wall. Poverty, hunger, and bumpy, they are the main theme of my childhood life, a trio.

Fortunately, although my grandfather was old, he couldn't have more than one thing, but he had a skill to support me, which was not a big problem. When he was young, he used to be a blacksmith, and later changed scissors and repaired farm tools. If someone's iron rake, scissors, locks, bicycles, etc. in the village broke, it would be repaired quickly when he got it.

Of course, just the scattered work in the surrounding countryside is regarded as a favor and cannot make a few cents.

In my memory, my grandfather always rode the 28-bar Phoenix bicycle bought by his parents when they got married to the small towns and county towns at the foot of the mountain. Because in rural areas, few families spend money to sharpen their knives, mainly because they are reluctant to leave, poor, and have no money!

"Grind the scissors, wear the kitchen knife..."

Before I went to school, as a follower of my grandfather, I learned a good voice under the guidance of his elders. The screams were ups and downs, high and melodious, and could be heard by people on the opposite hillside.

In this situation, after being ridiculed by a few little guys from the neighboring village after going to school, I never went out with my grandfather again. Even if my grandfather beat me up, I wouldn't go, and I was full of a stubborn donkey-like temper.

My grandfather didn't know a word, but the idea of ​​sending me to school was harder than the hammer in his hand. At that time, in the countryside, studying and going to school was the only way out.

However, like me, children who are completely free from parental supervision, how can they study hard and improve every day even if they go to school? Naughty, idiot, bastard, duck eggs for exams... In the days of being busy in elementary school, the word "egg" is simply my twin brother.

The nature is quiet and happy, and you don’t know that sorrow comes or that you don’t know that you are troubled.

For me, some play and some eat, just worry-free, but the reality is... I always go hungry.

Other people's children go to school and have steamed buns with white flour in their schoolbags, while in my bags, there are often hard black-faced cakes that can break their heads. I don't remember how many times my teeth were knocked by it.

To be honest, even such black-faced cakes are insufficient at home, so hunger is one of the most memorable things in childhood.

...

"Grandpa, when will you go home? I'm hungry...!"

Speaking of which, in the autumn of 1994, I just started the first year of junior high school. Once when I came home from school, I was so hungry that I put my heart on my back. As for the dry food I brought in the morning, I snatched all of them in the second class in the morning. I only drank some northwest wind for a whole afternoon. The school was nearly ten miles away from home, so it was impossible for me to come back halfway to fill my stomach.

The autumn harvest is busy with farming, and it is also the time when my grandfather goes out to work and earns too much money, and it is also the busiest time for the villagers.

At other times, I could go to my friends' homes to order something, but at this time, when it was cold in the evening, people went to the ground, and there was not even a place to beat the autumn wind.

If I were diligent to help someone else harvest wheat in the fields, I might be able to have dinner, but diligence is not at all for me. My family life environment has created my naughty laziness. It is not worth eating and waiting to die. I am often too lazy to make a living and would rather be hungry and wait.

Wait!

I can only wait for my grandfather to come home. Every time he comes back recently, he will bring some delicious oil buns.

When I think of this, I saliva...

So, I ran to the outside of the village and waited for my grandfather to come back.

There are only a dozen families in the village, and they are located in a disorderly manner in the valley. On both sides of the road leading to the entrance of the village, there are tall pine trees several meters apart, while on the other side of the ridge at the entrance of the village, it looks different.

It was a ruin with weeds and rocks. The fragments and broken tiles were buried among the weeds. The rotten wood weathered into piles to nourish clusters of thorny vines. Comparing the area of ​​the two acres of terraced fields in front of the house, it is roughly estimated that the ruin outside the village covers at least dozens of acres of land.

In the center of the ruins, a black and blue stone exposed to the ground was entrenched, as if it was everlasting and extremely conspicuous.

Standing on it, the view is very wide. When you look down, you can see the winding rivers below the mountain. When you look up, you can see the snow-capped Bayangra Mountain on the top of the river.

"The sun sets and the sun is flying, and grandpa comes back with something delicious, delicious..."

The top of this big rock was very flat. I lay on it, watching the increasing number of clouds in the sky, singing songs randomly in my mouth, and my legs were raised. A big hole broke at the top of my cloth shoes, revealing my big toes and toes to tease the sunset in the west with my tone.

Gradually, gradually...

I fell asleep.

...

"Crack...! Rumble..."

I don’t know how long I slept, but suddenly I was awakened by bursts of strong thunder. I woke up for a moment.

This moment.

I clearly noticed that the big stone under me was full of light, and so was my body. In the colorful arc of light, something seemed to have entered my body, as if... it was a snake...

Oh my god, snake!

Then, I couldn't tell whether I was frightened or struck by lightning, and my eyes became dark and I fainted.

...

When I woke up, it was already the morning of the next day, and a few of my school friends found me. When I opened my eyes, I was full of curious heads of several and half-old boys on both sides.

"Hehe, Tianqi, get up!"

"Good boy, why do you sleep here early in the morning..."

I:"……"

"Gugu!Gugu!"

What responded to them was the sound of my hungry rebellion, and my head and mouth were still confused. I sat up, shook my head and waked up, and then I wanted to jump down in a handsome posture, but it turned into a staggering stale.

"Tianqi, you didn't sleep here all night, did you?"

My best friend, Li Xuefeng, the second son of Teacher Li’s house at the west end of the village, looked at me with a smart and divine big-eyed monster under the pot cover, and then changed into a look of admiration.

He was wearing a sky blue school uniform, beautiful Mickey Mouse backpack, and white sneakers. He seemed to have been washed by the heavy rain last night, looking clean and refreshing.

Li Xuefeng's father is a teacher. Their family has strict tutoring. Sleeping outdoors at night has always been an interesting thing in his dream.

He has always envied my freedom, but I envy him...

"Of course, haha!"

He raised his chin and cheered up. I waved my hand and said to the boy: "Xuefeng, when you arrive at the school, you ask me for leave from the head teacher, and you say I'm sick again."

As he said that, he ran away from his mother and ran home. Early in the morning, he couldn't stand being hungry.

"Brave, it rained so heavily last night, so why didn't you get wet at all when you slept here? You kid, how long has the school started? You asked for leave again..." Behind him, Xuefeng's laughter and scolding became farther and farther away. Rows of big trees quickly retreated. In front of you, the three broken rooms in my house were getting closer and closer.

"yes!"

At the doorstep, I suddenly stopped and slapped my head. Then I realized that there was no trace of rain on my body? At the same time, the scene I noticed at that moment in my mind flashed again.

"Lightning? No! It seems like a snake, a snake entered my stomach." As soon as this thought came out, something really seemed to be moving in my belly.

“Wow, wow, wow…”

Suddenly, I was so frustrated that I was very unpromising. I sat on the wet ground and started crying. I was really scared. When I was four or five years old, a mouse ran into my crotch and almost ate the little **. What's more, now the snake is in my stomach?

"Tianqi, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong with this kid? What's the howling early in the morning?"

“…”

I followed my grandfather's voice and cried loudly and melodiously, which shocked the villagers. Even the few donkeys from the village chief's house also responded with "Yehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

So many villagers walked out of their homes and looked here and came to the mountain villages where entertainment was poor, and they could watch all the big things on the spot. At this time, it was no exception.

"Tianqi, why didn't he go to school? Where is your grandpa?"

My neighbor, Mr. Jiao, was the first to come to me with a long dry tobacco pot and was the first to come to me with the choking smell of smoke. He wore a Zhongshan suit of dark blue Yeliang cloth all year round, which looked like Jiao Yulu's brother on TV. Coincidentally, Mr. Jiao is very famous for Jiao Yuxue.

"Grandpa Jiao, a snake has entered my stomach. Wow, please help me see." I cried and crawled to Uncle Jiao while crying, lifted up my dirty clothes and exposed my shriveled belly for him to see.

"What? Cough! Cough!"

When Mr. Jiao heard this, he was choked by the cigarette and coughed repeatedly, his face changed drastically. He quickly asked me what was going on.

“…”

After touching my nose and tears, I told the truth about the situation I had been sleeping on the big rock outside the village from yesterday afternoon to this morning. I was afraid of missing out. With a panic cry, I added with a trembling lips, "When thundering, it seemed like a snake entered my stomach from the big rock..."

"You bastard doll, it's thunder and rain, and there's a snake that dares to come out! You're not afraid of God taking it away!"

Mr. Jiao, whose face was covered with brown spots, looked obviously relaxed when he heard what I said. He slapped me with his backhand and slapped me at the back of the head, but I shook my head and avoided it.

"Haha, Tianqi, why did you cry early in the morning when you didn't go to school?"

“…”

At this time, several uncles from the village came over and asked with concern.

"This Japanese guy said yesterday that the sun set and had been sleeping on the big rocks in Kunlun Ruins. He was talking nonsense. Look at his body that was a little wet. The guy who was not a little big would know that he was lying."

Grandpa Jiao and grandpa are good friends. I heard that they worked as soldiers and had a life-long friendship. He has always been very nice to me and is familiar with my character.

Uncle Jiao's son also came over and said with a smile: "It's true, it's not like this kid!" Compared with Uncle Jiao's thin body, Uncle Jiao looks thinner, his face is also long, and he looks more like Grandma Jiao.

Crazy evil?
To be continued...