Chapter 3: embarking on the road of cultivation

A small flag, a heavy rain, turned my fate into a corner...

After I struggled to roar with that shocking cry, the heavy rain stopped quickly. When I came to my senses, there were already ninety-four feet of villagers standing around.

"Santong, did you hear the dragon's scream just now?"

"…Yes, the sound just now came from here. Did you see something?"

“…”

The villagers of Jiusizhang may have seen me standing there stupidly, thinking I had discovered something, my god! What dragon is calling, I only know that I shouted wildly to vent my depression and discomfort in my heart just now, asking what I saw? I did see something strange, that the small flag could fly, and the small flag could really block thunderstorm as the legendary one, but can the villagers of Jiusizhang believe me? I opened my mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said nothing.

When I thought of the little flag, I suddenly realized that it had returned to my hands.

My careful father noticed that I was bleeding from my nose and asked me what was wrong. I smiled, took a step forward, and wanted to walk over and tell my father that nothing had happened, but I couldn't move, and I didn't even have the strength to speak. I collapsed softly on the ground at that time.

After this storm, I was seriously ill and was weak all over. I didn't know if there was a problem. The barefoot doctor, ninety-four feet, was helpless and sent me to the Provincial People's Hospital. The doctor said that I was suffering from severe nutrition and gave me a lot of injections, but my body still didn't improve much. In the end, I was an old Chinese doctor. I looked at me and said that it was a serious loss of essence and blood. After prescribing a prescription for a big tonic, I slowly recovered my energy.

But my illness is very strange.

After a few days of getting better, I was discharged from the hospital and returned to the third uncle's house in the provincial capital. The night I saw wind, rain, thunder and lightning in my dream. The scene in the dream was almost the same as the heavy rain, which made me feel uncomfortable all over in my dream. At that time, a big black flag appeared out of nowhere and calmed everything down. Finally, in my dream, I only saw the existence of the big flag and breathed a sigh of relief. I woke up and found that I was weak all over. Fortunately, I did not shed nosebleed this time.

This time I was not hospitalized. Uncle San took the prescription prescribed by the old Chinese doctor and grabbed a few pairs of big tonic medicines. After a few days, I slowly got better again.

When I had the strength and could move, I immediately turned up the pillow and wanted to take out the small flag to see it, because I had the same dream for several days in a row. Except for the first time when there was wind, rain, thunder and lightning, only one flag appeared quietly in my dreams in the other few nights, and the big flag gave me a very familiar feeling. Its appearance was exactly the same as the small flag that had accompanied me for more than a year.

Strangely, the little flag disappeared. I asked my third uncle and aunt, and Zhang Fuhong, and they all said they had never seen anything under my pillow.

In this way, the little flag disappeared, but it appeared in my dream every night.

My body has completely improved. My cousin Zhang Fuhong told me jealously that I have grown much taller. In the past, I was about 1.7 meters taller than Zhang Fuhong. Now I look half a head taller by him. I took out a ruler and measured it. I grew eight centimeters taller. I was very happy. I was finally superior to this kid.

In the next few days, I went to the provincial capital library to search for books and find out what was going on with myself. Every night when I came home and saw Zhang Fuhong, I felt that he was very energetic and full of red face. But a few days later, Zhang Fuhong was sent to the hospital with nosebleeds. He was still the old Chinese doctor, saying that Zhang Fuhong was too full of blood. It turned out that this kid wanted to grow taller like me, so he secretly took the Chinese medicine I took when I was sick. But he didn't grow taller, but it made everyone feel a false alarm.

I have read many books related to mysterious phenomena in the library in the provincial capital. In a book called "Deciphering the Mysterious Phenomenon of Humanity", I saw this passage: People are the elves of the universe, people nurture the holographic of the universe, and people are composed of both body and mind, namely the body and soul, body and consciousness. If people are regarded as a combination of matter and spirit, then matter is the body and spirit, and then matter is the body and consciousness. A person is a small universe. Through this passage, I reluctantly give myself an explanation, that is, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning have appeared in my small universe. Now the small flag may have run into my small universe. The dream I have is not a dream, but a real reflection in my sea of ​​consciousness.

But what exactly is the little flag? I have a bold idea. Is the little flag similar to the magic weapon in Chinese mythology? And the magic weapon can be refined into the human body. Didn’t my little flag run into my own small universe? I was so excited that I was so excited that during that time, I read a lot of myths and legends, Qigong practice methods and Buddhist and Taoist scriptures like a demon.

Every day in the library, I would meet a girl. She is in the same class as me. She is very beautiful, has a cool and soft voice, and is almost 1.7 meters tall. The girl is named Wu Xiaoman, who is the literary and artistic committee member of our class.

Every time I see Wu Xiaoman, she will hold different music books, sing in a low voice. But Wu Xiaoman's eyes are very cold when she passes by me, and when she sees the books I read, she looks even more disdainful and cold.

I never do anything to make things boring, so I never say hello to her. Isn’t it just that I’m poor at studying?

I still read ancient Chinese mythology, and I was still smiling foolishly as I looked at it. I fantasized that my little flag was really a magic weapon. I called the wind and rain, and I traveled around the nine heavens...

Uncle San thought I was enlightened and knew the importance of hard study, so he asked his cousin Zhang Fuhong to study with me at the provincial capital library. However, this kid was lazy at that time, but when he saw Wu Xiaoman also appeared in the library, his cousin was more active than me when he went to the library every day. I was still happy and never missed what he did.

When the second year of high school was about to start, I was almost in a devil and thought in my heart that the little flag was a magic weapon. When I got it a year ago, I bit my lip and blood dripped on it. The legendary magic weapon seemed to be refined with blood. I held the little flag for a whole year. When I was bored, when it was a friend, my mind was even more connected with it unconsciously. It seemed to be the method of refining the magic weapon in the legend. In addition, when I returned to my hometown during the summer vacation, I encountered the storm and activated the little flag...

Finally, I secretly decided to practice Taoism.

After school started, there were more books in my schoolbag, such as "Tao Te Ching", "Book of Changes", "Wuzhen Pian", "Biographies of Immortals"... In the study arranged by my third uncle for me, there were almost a lot of such books, such as "Baopuzi Nei Pian" and "Tongxuan Zhen Jing"...
Chapter completed!