Back in the village below the mountain, Zhou Zhengyu had walked with weak legs, sat on the ground and pointed at Nie Jun and laughed: "My buddy, you are like a refugee from Africa."

"You can't get better," Nie Jun said.

Zhou Zhengyu touched the scum on his chin and suddenly became angry: "Fuck, I have been looking for you in the mountains for eight days. This is summer. I haven't bathed for 11 days. I walked on the mountain road for dozens of miles a day. Soaked!"

Nie Jun joked: "That's right, I stayed abroad for a while and my perseverance has improved a lot. Just when you were studying before, let alone walking on the Batian Mountain Road, it would be enough for you to walk on the cement road for a few hours."

"Say cool words, right? Talk cool words, right?" Zhou Zhengyu took off the Nike sneakers on his feet, suddenly smelly, and threw them out as gas bombs.

Nie Jun was smashed, his body shook, and he clutched his sore spot and said: "Don't do it, buddy is weak."

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Aren't you cultivating immortals? You should be trained into bronze skin and iron bones."

"Let you not eat meat for a year, only use half a catty of vegetable oil, save salt, and rely on beans to supplement protein, you will know that your body is not weak," Nie Jun sat cross-legged, "We are called ascetic monks. It is not the physical body that is cultivated, but the mental state."

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Come on, you. From a scientific point of view, a person's insufficient nutritional intake will only cause dizziness, memory loss, and lower brain efficiency. Just like your body is virtual, it is also special to cultivate mental state. It's strange that you are getting better."

"You don't understand it." Nie Jun was too lazy to explain.

"Stop talking, I'm going to take a bath first. His mother is so uncomfortable." Zhou Zhengyu patted his **** to stand up and ran to borrow the farm kitchen to boil the bath water.

The farmers who went up the mountain together stopped him: "Boss, it's agreed that you will enter the mountain for 1oo a day, and it will take a total of 11 days to go back and forth. You should pay the wages first."

Zhou Zhengyu only took out 50oo yuan in cash from his backpack, and gave 40 yuan to each person and said, "I still have some money to go back to the city. Give me your names and addresses. I will remit the rest of the money when I go back. ."

The farmers looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Forget it," Zhou Zhengyu drew out the phone card from the phone. "This phone was bought only half a month ago. The original price was more than 8ooo. Now who wants to buy it, it costs 5ooo to take it away... No one wants it? 4ooo, I paid half the price. …No one wants half the price? Do you know the goods!"

"Hahahaha!" Nie Jun burst into laughter when he saw Zhou Zhengyu deflated.

Zhou Zhengyu said in a bad mood: "You laughed a shit. If I didn't want to find you, do I need to spend money here to suffer?"

"You wait." Nie Jun turned and left.

The hermit also has to eat and drink Lazar, and you can grow some vegetables yourself, but you must go down the mountain to buy the oily salted rice noodles. Of course, there are also devout and kind-hearted people who regularly send in some necessities for life, but you must always be prepared.

Nie Jun went down the mountain three times a year, mainly buying beans and rice noodles, and he had a few contacts with the villagers. He quickly found the son of the village party secretary. He was a young man in his 20s. The family contracted a quarry and made money by selling tombstones and stone lions. He was already a ten-thousand-yuan household several years ago.

"Is this really 80oo of original price?" The young man couldn't bear to put it down while touching the phone.

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Why do you lie to you?"

The young man took out his copycat machine and used the AAA battery. The two were compared, and he bargained: "I bought it for 2ooo yuan."

"4ooo yuan, I love to buy it or not." Zhou Zhengyu said.

The young man’s family is very powerful in the local area, but after looking at Zhou Zhengyu’s mobile phone and Zhou Zhengyu’s exquisite watches, he still put aside his thoughts of forced buying: "Your friend is a monk in the mountains, and the villagers have always respected the monks. This way. Right, just treat your friend as a face. I bought this phone for 35 oo."

"Take 3ooo yuan and give me your broken phone." Zhou Zhengyu didn't care about the money either.

After paying the wages of the farmers in the mountain, Zhou Zhengyu ran to boil the water for a bath, and then trimmed his beard with a razor.

Nie Jun also cleaned it up, shaved his beard clean, and turned the head into a bun, looking for a chopstick as a hairpin to give it to the hairpin.

Sleeping in a farmer’s house at night, accommodation is free, but the meal is paid for, after all, they killed a chicken.

Zhou Zhengyu lay on the bed and looked at Nie Jun's Taoist priest's bun and asked: "I said, buddy, are you really a monk and become a Taoist priest?"

"It's so convenient. I'll cut my head straight when I return to the city." Nie Jun said.

Zhou Zhengyu curiously asked, "Practicing asceticism is so fun?"

"Pension is of course very hard and not fun," Nie Jun said. "I know an ascetic monk who hasn't gone down the mountain for seven years. He usually depends on good people to support him. Last year, the old man who supported him died, and the old man's son stopped sending things. This Taoist fellow was stunned for half a year without going down the mountain. He relied on eating snakes, insects, rats, ants and weeds to make a living. He would also lick salt on the rocks like wild animals. Just this spring, he estimated that he was starving and used Ailanthus altissima as a toon. When eaten raw, his face is as swollen as a pig's head, and he is too weak to move. If it weren't for my discovery, this fellow Daoist would have died."

"How did you save him?" Zhou Zhengyu asked.

Nie Jun said, "I cooked something for him, and the monk of my neighbor gave him herbs."

Zhou Zhengyu said in surprise: "Then the monk can still practice Chinese medicine?"

Nie Jun said, "As long as any monk who has been in the mountains for several years, who can't recognize herbal medicine? All minor illnesses and pains are all on their own."

"Awesome." Zhou Zhengyu said.

Nie Jun said: “Cultivation is not easy, and penance is even more difficult. In my opinion, these ascetic monks are very pitiful. More of it is ignorance. Nine out of ten will die in Zhongnan Mountain."

"What about you?" Zhou Zhengyu asked.

Nie Jun said: "I am different from them. First, I have come to experience life; second, I have come to verify whether sleep work is feasible."

"Just the kind of sleeping technique you practiced lying on the big rock today?" Zhou Zhengyu asked.

Nie Jun nodded and said: "Yes. I discovered this sleeping technique by accident from an ancient book, and it combines the "Fetal Breath Jue" and "Guankong Chapter" of Chen Tuan's ancestor."

Zhou Zhengyu said, "Is it useful?"

"It feels pretty good, it's not the kind of deceptive modern qigong," Nie Jun said. "I used to hold my breath for at most 3 minutes, but now I can hold my breath for 12 minutes. And I also accidentally entered the state of concentration. After entering concentration, the whole person was ignorant. I have no sleep, no thoughts, and my energy is completely empty. I have specially experimented, no matter how tired, after waking up in samādhi, it can alleviate the tired state, and the whole person is refreshed, just like just asleep."

"So mysterious? You brag. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Zhou Zhengyu obviously didn't believe it.

Nie Jun said: “I don’t believe in gods, gods, and monsters anymore. This meditation state should be a kind of deep sleep, which can be explained from a scientific perspective. Deep sleep is also called golden sleep, which only accounts for a quarter of the body’s sleep time. One is that the human body relies on it to eliminate fatigue and restore energy."

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Then you are awesome. Others have to sleep for eight hours a day. Two hours are enough for you to stay in the book. You can have several times more disposable time than ordinary people every day."

"It's not like that," Nie Jun shook his head. "First, I can't enter the Dharma at any time. The probability of failure is very high. It may also be because I have insufficient cultivation. Second, I need someone to protect the law, otherwise it will be dangerous. My first time. Entering Dhamma was accidental. It took two days to wake up. The whole person was dumbfounded. If I couldn’t wake up, I would have to starve to death. Every time I entered Dhamma, I would ask the monk next door to help me protect the Dharma."

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Why do I feel more and more that you are crazy?"

"It's up to you to understand," Nie Jundao, "Even if you don't come to me, I will soon go down the mountain. Penance is bound to cause malnutrition. This is not the correct way to cultivate the Tao. So I think that most of the Taoism is cultivated. You should eat and drink normally, and only retreat and practice hard at a critical time. The ascetic monks in Zhongnan Mountain, they have turned their way. And there are at least one third of them who have practiced asceticism for many years and have completely followed The society is out of touch, and I can’t go back if I want to. I can only live in seclusion in the mountains forever."

Hearing Nie Jun's nonsense, Zhou Zhengyu made an excuse to pee, and ran in the yard to call with the broken cellphone he bought: "Hey, Lao Song, this is Zhou Zhengyu... Yes, Nie Jun found it, but his spirit is a little abnormal. , The gods are babbling, should he contact a psychiatrist? I think... hey, can you hear it? Fuck, what's the broken signal in this mountain!"