The Boy with The Dragon Tattoo

Chapter 28: Fly on the grass

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At the moment, Xiao Hei warmed up the food and brought it to a large wooden table in the east wing. This place was probably too remote, and there was no electricity. Everyone could only squat or stand around the oil lamp to have a meal.

During the dinner, Uncle Li talked to the goatee, and the old man also responded differently. From the content of the conversation, Zi Yang probably knew that this place was originally an ancient temple, and the ancestors did not know how old it was, but because of the remoteness, As a result, the days and days gradually shattered. During the Cultural Revolution, the Red Guards came to copy the house and broke the four olds. They found that the temple was dilapidated and no longer needed to be broken down. They had to come here in excitement and return in anguish.

Before I left, I brought the censer in the yard. I wanted to smash the statue, but it turned out that the statue was carved out of a single piece of stone. A stone signifies that all monsters, ghosts and monsters have been destroyed, and they left in a triumphant manner.

After eating and tidying up the dishes, goat bullshit said that the east wing is bigger and the west wing is smaller. You guys will watch and live by yourself. After that, he didn't talk to everyone, and he went back to the main hall with his hands behind his back. Xiao Hei also followed everywhere. It seemed that the two masters lived in the side room of the main hall.

Uncle Li saw that the goatee didn't mention the accommodation fee, so he didn't say it himself.

As soon as everyone discussed, Uncle Li lived in the east wing, and Zi Yang and Lao Wang "wronged" and lived in the west wing. In this place of northern Shaanxi, people live in Tukang. There are only black mats on the kang. Fortunately, it is summer without bedding. The hills are cool at night, and mosquitoes are not disturbed.

There was no access to water and electricity in this temple, so Lao Wang poured cold water into the yard, went back to the wing and hugged his belly and said, "This beef jerky is really salty", and he was going to sleep after he said it.

Zi Yang was lying on the kang with his hands behind his head, looking at the dark Liangding and said, "Don't you think this place is strange everywhere?"

Lao Wang said angrily, "We two college students, who are proud of the sky, don't stay in a good hotel, and go to this bird's place to experience life. There is something weirder than this? You, you just think too much. Sleep. Go to sleep!" This guy is a big-hearted guy. After experiencing so many strange things, he can remain "innocent and innocent."

Zi Yang didn't intend to let the old Wang sleep, and still said, "Uncle Li's group will not say anything. This old fox has a strong purpose in doing things, and I don't know what he wants. Look at these two people, one old and one young. , There are doubts everywhere, let me analyze them for you."

"First, this is an ancient temple in name. Apart from the stone statue, where does a temple look like? There are no couplets. The stone statue is also strange, saying that the Buddha is not a Buddha, and that Guanyin is not Guanyin. It's the general... From the second brother Guan to Yue Fei, I have seen so many general temples, and I have never seen such an innocent statue of a general. And the stone seat is also very strange..."

Lao Wang interrupted him, "Can this be compared? This poor bird is not rare to come to shit, how particular can it be? You really won't believe the legend of Mo Lao San, right? See how you have the same virtue as Uncle Li."

Zi Yang said to himself, "Secondly, since the old man said that this is a temple, but you see that he and his grandson are neither Buddha nor Taoist, and they are not like priests at all. We bowed down and paid tribute, and he said nothing. Not only didn’t read the scriptures, but didn’t even say thank you. Moreover, when we were eating, the grandfather and grandson picked meat to eat..."

Lao Wang was silent at this time, Zi Yang thought he was listening, and then analyzed: "Third..."

"Huh, huh..." Old Wang Zhentian's snoring sounded.

Lao Wang is a simple-minded person with well-developed limbs. He has only one way to solve all problems-sleep, which is simple and effective!

Zi Yang sighed, thinking that ignorance is really blessed. After thinking for a while, I don't know how long he has passed before he even fell asleep.

In the early hours of the next morning, at about 5 o'clock, Zi Yang suddenly woke up!

When he was in high school, he had a nervous breakdown, and it was easy to wake up when there was a small sound outside. At this time, he heard the noise outside. It seemed that there was a faint sound, almost faint to ignore. Zi Yang looked at the broken place in the window, so he leaned forward to watch. It's cold, and the hairs on his head stand upright.

At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and things on the ground are clearly visible. There is a large dustpan in the center of the courtyard. The old goatee stands on the edge of the dustpan. Exploring the steps, holding his chest and pulling his back, with his hands as fists, he puts on a momentum to open the mountain, calmly and restlessly, and stays still, like a statue.

After about half a cigarette, the old man turned his fist into his palm, his hands closed like a seal, and his arms were empty, and he walked slowly on the edge of the dustpan.

The strangest thing is that there is nothing in that dustpan!

Zi Yang thought, the bottom of this dustpan is circular, even if a brick is placed on it, it can’t be stabilized. Although the goatee is not tall, the person is strong and strong. There is always a hundred kilograms, but walking on the edge of the dustpan. As if walking on the ground, the dustpan did not move as if filled with lead.

The goatee's hands were still swaying slowly, but the feet were gradually speeding up, and afterwards, they moved quickly like flying, which made people look dazzled. The goatee old man was flying like a ghost in the night, and the surrounding was quiet, and it seemed that even the mosquitoes had received their calls.

In about half an hour, the old man turned over and landed on the ground lightly and skillfully, one of them stood still, without breathing, standing there, floating like an immortal. He turned back and picked up the dustpan, and walked slowly towards the main hall. Inadvertently, he glanced at the east wing.

Zi Yang was stunned while lying on the kang, wondering whether it was a ghost or a fairy in the middle of the night? Look at the old Wang sleeping soundly beside him, pinching his nose with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, and whispered in his mouth, "Don't make a sound."

Suddenly he felt his neck tighten, and Old Wang turned over and pressed him under him. Zi Yangqiang endured the pain and said softly, "Don't make a noise, it's me, don't make a noise."

Only then did Lao Wang wake up from his instinctive reaction. He saw that Zi Yang had suffocated his cheeks, he quickly let go, and shouted, "I'm dreaming of fighting with someone. Why are you kid? I have no grievances and no grudges against you. Why bother to kill me."

Zi Yang covered Lao Wang's mouth with one hand and listened. There seemed to be no sound outside, only the occasional lonely cry of flies. He resisted and said, "Shut up, don't say anything." He immediately told Lao Wang what he had just seen.

Lao Wang looked at Zi Yang suspiciously, and whispered, "Aren't you suffering from sleepwalking? Are you confused?" He said he was going to touch Zi Yang's head to see if he had a fever and burned his head. .

Zi Yang was furious and really wanted to give this guy an ear scrape. Lao Wang saw that Zi Yang didn't look like a joke, and he said in a deep voice, "According to what you just said, is this the legendary long-lost flying kung fu on the grass?"

Zi Yang asked, "What kind of grass is flying on?"

Lao Wang said, “There is a legend in our martial arts world. It is said that people who practice light skills to the extreme can walk like flying on the tip of the grass without touching their feet. It’s just that everyone has heard of it and no one has ever seen it.”

"When I was in the martial arts school, there were people who specialized in light exercises. People tied sandbags on their legs and wore sand vests for climbing and running. They trained a lot every day. Then they gradually got worse. They didn’t untie their bonds after eating, sleeping and peeing. After that, when the load is tens of kilograms and the action is like ordinary people, remove the sandbags and the load, the skill is unusual, and you can run as fast as a dog."

Zi Yang opened his eyes when he heard it, nodded and said, "How many years will it take to get to the point where you can walk like flying on an empty dustpan?"

Lao Wang shook his head and said, "If you practice to that level, it is not enough to carry weight on sandbags, you need more advanced skills."

Seeing that Zi Yang was engrossed, Lao Wang was also excited, cross-legged on the kang and said and made gestures, "I heard that there is a kind of man who practices plum blossom pile kung fu, do you know about plum blossom pile? It’s a wooden stake as thick as the mouth of the bowl. The lower half is buried in the ground, and the upper half is 3 feet 3 inches above the ground. The distance between the pile and the pile is 3 feet before and after, and 1 foot 5 inches on the left and right. People practice footwork on it—it’s not a blind walk, you have to have it. The routine needs to have a rhythm. As the kung fu continues to improve, the piles must be increased continuously, and some are increased to 5 feet-some people use bricks instead of piles, first practice on flat bricks, then stand horizontal bricks, and then stand bricks ."

Zi Yang said, "It sounds very simple, it shouldn't be difficult to practice."

Lao Wang tried his best to open a pair of small eyes and said: "My brother! This looks simple, but it is difficult to practice. You must pay attention to talent. After some people have reached a certain level, they will not be able to improve in a lifetime. We The coach said this is called the human body limit."

"This pile looks simple, and the knowledge inside is great! The piles pay attention to the celestial phenomena in the top, and when the ground is closed, the solar terms are in the middle, and the piles are not easy to place, but they are also exquisite, like'Beidou pile' and'Samsung. Piles, Tiangang Piles, Eight Diagrams Piles, Five Elements Piles, Nine Palace Piles, etc."

This old Wang can't read books seriously, but he speaks eloquently, talks eloquently, and spits when he speaks of martial arts.

"What I told you just now is that this is all folk orthodox kung fu. This person who practices flying on the grass has practiced to the side! The big dustpan is used, just like the one you mentioned earlier. The dustpan was filled with Lead sand, it’s hard for people to stand firmly on it. After practicing to stand firm, they start walking around. They should walk on it without spreading the lead sand. When they can walk on it like flying, replace the lead sand with sand. Continue to practice. When people are running on top and the dustpan does not move, replace them with wheat or corn, and finally scoop out a scoop of rice and wheat every once in a while. In this process, make sure that when people are walking, Don't shake the dustpan, and don't spread the rice or wheat. The more you scoop the rice and wheat, the less you can, until it's all empty. This is considered a great practice."

Zi Yang heard it again and again, Chinese martial arts is indeed profound and profound, "Why is such a clever Kungfu lost in modern times?"

Old Wang Dao, "The martial arts practitioners have a bad problem, and the advanced martial arts are hidden as family secrets, and I am afraid that others will learn them secretly. They are all passed on in a single line, and passed on to the children without passing on the girls. This Yes, the main reason is that it is too difficult to practice. Each step mentioned above may take months or even years, so there are few people practicing. Even if you know the key, it is difficult to stick to it!"

Zi Yang nodded, "It’s the same as when we recite English words. It’s easy for you to recite 10 words a day, but it’s hard to keep it up for a year. Knowing that you’ll be proficient in eight languages after 10 years, few people can do it. To".

The old king said, "The point is, even if you finally get it right, you are in your seventies, and no matter how briskly you run, no girl will like you. What's the use of having a kung fu?"

Lao Wang touched it and said, "If this old man is really like what you said, then it's amazing. As far as I know, this kind of grass flying is not only about the strength of the outside family, but also about the spirit of the inner family. If you want to practice this kind of kung fu, you have to practice both internally and externally. No one can't do it in one hundred or eighty years. There are only legends in the world, and no one has seen a real person."

Zi Yang nodded, "This old bearded man doesn't look like a 150 or 60-year-old, and it doesn't have the seventy-eighty-eighties that the shop clerk said. I think it's fifty or sixty years old at most... It stands to reason that the Tao is not enough. ."

Old Wang said, "Did you fail to see clearly? Is it because of malnutrition recently that has affected your eyesight?"

Zi Yang retorted, "Didn't you keep bragging about how good you are in the martial arts school

Lao Wang said with a red face, "Although my master said that I am talented, but I am only suitable for practicing foreign kungfu, you let me cut bricks and break tiles, practice light kung fu, even if I beat myself to death, I won’t be able to practice. More than eighty catties, let alone a dustpan, you give me an iron plate and I can step on it-I think your little hair is good, but it should be like the old bearded man you said, I’m afraid it’s bad Far away."

Zi Yang said, "You said this old man showed such a hand in the middle of the night, why on earth? If there is a nervous breakdown on Uncle Li's side, wouldn't it be exposed?"

Lao Wang curled his mouth and said, "People have practiced kung fu to this level. It seems reluctant to describe it as a quiet virginity or a rabbit. I see that the old man has already seen that Uncle Li and the group have problems. They retreated when they knew it was difficult."

Then I patted Zi Yang again, "Go to bed early, you and I will leave at dawn tomorrow morning and say hello to the old man. This is not a place to stay for a long time. I think there is nothing wrong with mixing your little friend with Uncle Li and the others. The purpose of telling people. This young man is acting mysteriously and evasively without telling us. Let's slap our buttocks and leave. It might be a hindrance to being here."

Zi Yang nodded, that's all.

The tossing of the night was not light, Zi Yang and Lao Wang slept until three poles in the sun. Zi Yang Mengli went back to elementary school again, and dreamed of the playground where he was playing with A Chong, and the pond that made his heart palpitating...

Suddenly, there was a loud thunderous noise outside.