Chapter 1 Horizontal Refinement
The first chapter of the text horizontal practice
When the weather in the south has entered the hot summer, it still has a temperature of about zero degrees at night in the depths of the Greater Khingan Mountains in the north. Especially on the top of the mountains covered with large forests, the night was like cool water, and then it was blown head by the mountain wind across the forest. That feeling was really unusually cool.
When the sun sets, in the depths of the mountain, in addition to all kinds of beasts with thick fur foraging at night, are still running around. Looking at the distance, it seems that only a little light is faintly in the dilapidated bungalows on the "Tiger Head Ridge".
When it was finally in the middle of the moon, a lamp burst into the oil lamp in the room. At this time, Wang Chan slowly opened his slightly closed eyes and slowly stood up from the grass futon on the bluestone floor, allowing the joints and bones in every part of his body to continue. It made a crackling sound like stir-frying soybeans in a red pan.
After a little movement, Wang Chan picked up the wick with a lamp straw stick, which made the dim light in the hall brighter. He went to the shrine and looked at a lit incense before meditation, which could burn to the root. He quickly picked up three sandalwoods more than a foot long from the table below. The light was lit, and the respectful weight was plugged in again.
On the shrine, there is Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang, who is loyal and loyal to the Three Kingdoms, which is well-known to the common people. This is his temple, and Wang Chan is the only temple in this temple.
Because this temple is built at the highest point of Hutouling, the northernmost part of the Greater Khinganling, and more than a hundred miles away from the nearest village, even if it is now the 21st century, no one is willing to work hard to pull a wire for him from the foot of the mountain, so start with Wang Chan's notes. The temple has been lighting up by oil lamps.
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to "Master Guan", and Wang Chan slowly began the day's homework. First, I went around the back to see if the fire in the stove had been extinguished. The temperature in the mountains at night was so low that it was scary. Although it was not frozen, it was even colder. If there was no stove for heating, even an iron man could not stand it.
In the coal stove more than two feet high, the dark red charcoal emits warm heat, and there is also a large coarse pottery pot on it, with a small mouth and a big belly. As soon as the lid was lifted, a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine wrapped in a large amount of bone and meat aroma penetrated into the nostrils, which made people feel shocked and energetic. However, Wang Chan took a pot of "Flying Dragon Soup" boiled with a lot of good tonic Chinese medicine and the "Flying Dragon Bird", a specialty of Daxing'anling, and added a pure wild ginseng in the forest. It was stewed on low heat before meditation. Now it has been exactly three hours, and most of the water in the crock has evaporated, and the rest is The real essence.
"The old man told me when he was alive that this dragon soup is a treasure in the state banquet. In the past, it was something that only the emperor could drink, and it was the most nourishing. Unfortunately, their practice is just for ordinary people's desire to satisfy their mouths. Good materials are wasted. How can it be compared with the eight rare flying dragon soups made by me with mountain ginseng, Angelica, bear gallbladder and tiger bones, which replenishes qi and blood, and strengthens muscles and bones.
"Flying Dragon" is also called hazel chicken. It is not very big, but it is a rare treasure in the mountains. As the saying goes, "dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground" is actually the meat of this kind of flying dragon bird. Since ancient times, it has been directly offered to the imperial palace of the white mountain and black water outside the gate. It tastes delicious. , unparalleled. However, after several generations of hunting, the number of wild things is now extremely small. In addition to occasionally seeing a few in the depths of the mountain forest, they are almost extinct outside the mountain.
He reached out and tried the temperature. Wang Chan took his big hand and carefully took out the thick soup in the crock. He didn't eat meat, let alone hot. He just raised his neck, swallowed it all and drank it clean. For a moment, I only felt a mass of hot air in my abdomen spinning and rolling around, warm. In a blink of an eye, there were fine beads of sweat on my forehead. Then I took a breath and poured a cup of cold water into the crock and continued to boil.
And the "cold water" he poured in later was not an ordinary river, spring water or well flow, but Wang Chan's first snow in the first snow last winter, which was carefully collected on the red pine trees, melted into "snow water", and a pleasant name called "red pine water". It has the function of clearing the heart and lungs, regulating the internal organs, and eliminating toxins. It is said that it was used by the Taoist priests who were hidden in the mountains in ancient times to cook tea with alchemy.
It is not more effective than the domestic garden ginseng grass ginseng on the market now. The effect of wild mountain ginseng of the same year is at least dozens of times stronger. It is impossible to force all the medicinal power at one time to make soup. Therefore, although Wang Chan has used a lot of wild mountain ginseng over the years, it is never wasted. Every time it is stewed. Eat three flavors and drink for a day.
When the moon is in the middle of the sky, it is already midnight. Wang Chan slowly cleaned up, tightened his tight coat and belt, put on a vest full of iron sand on the outside, and a large ebony pole more than two meters long at the door of the temple gate as a t. Then he took out a handful of golden "grant" and carefully put it with him in the large porcelain jar in the shade of the closet. In a small crock, the mouth is sealed and hung on the waist.
Finally, he held a pile of pine wood and made a fire under the cauldron outside the temple and burned a large pot of cold water. Seeing that everything was cleaned up, there would be no problem. Then he closed the temple door and jumped out of the courtyard wall.
Wang Chan's Guandi Temple is probably the smallest Guandi Temple in the world. There are only two earth-stone bungalows in the front and back. The yard covers an area of only one hundred and ten square meters. One house has sundries, and the other is for Guandi, and Wang Chan himself never goes to chuangg to sleep. Since he was a child, every evening when the sun goes down, he has to spend his time on the ground by knees, half asleep, half awake, and half night. It has been more than 20 years.
As for what it feels like to really sleep, it has already been a distant past for him.
At this time, the sky is dark, and the only light is from the half-string of the cold moon hanging above the head. It is the time of the day when the yin is the most prosperous, and the first day is born. The cold mountain wind passed through the forest and blew like cold water on his face. Wang Chan stepped over the courtyard wall with more than one person in one step, and his feet were like eyes, regardless of the dark night. The mountains and rocks on the road were fetters, but they walked as fast as the wind. He got into the back mountain in one breath and walked straight out of six or seven miles.
The Daxing'an Mountains are densely forested, covering thousands of miles. Naturally, there are few people in the middle of the night, but the forest is deep and there are many species. There are many beasts who come out to forage at night under the cover of darkness. Not to mention the hordes of large carnivorous beasts such as wild wolves, the slippery and cold venomous snakes that often haunted the grass and trees at that time were enough to make people have to be careful and cautious.
Holding a black ebony pole in his hand, Wang Chan couldn't help beating the weeds on both sides of the road with the pole as he walked, and went straight into the mahogany wild forest behind the mountain for many years.
The old objects in the ebony pole temple in his hand are much older than Wang Chan's age. They are nearly three meters long, one is thick and the other is thin, but the thinst part is also as thick as a duck egg. The whole body is straight and smooth. I don't know what kind of wood is, and it is also very falling in my hand. The above is a weight, at least there is a weight of 70 or 80 catties.
At this time, Wang Chan's normal walking posture when walking at night is also different from his usual, but his feet never knees, alternating like an old cow plowing the ground, and like a child playing with mud and water. The road is like a mud, and the posture is indescribably strange and awkward. However, as soon as he walked through it, his feet were heavy and light, like a wind. Walking on the mountain path, he did not look at the road. He just went forward and took dozens of steps in a blink of an eye. The speed was a little terrible.
And as he came, his hands couldn't help shaking the ebony poles that were three meters long and dozens of catties. He twisted them one by step, one by one. In the whining sound, no matter whether there were weeds in front of him and under his feet, or the falling mountain stone branches, he could grow eyebrows and accurately pick them away and sweep them away from afar. On both sides of the mountain road, there is no delay in the speed of walking.
This walk is only half an hour, walking 30 miles, and climbing the highest mountain behind the temple. Wang Chan stopped. With the starlight and moonlight, he could faintly see that there was a big river at the foot of the mountain that completely divided the rolling Daxing'an Mountains into two halves. Opposite the river is the Iman City of Russia's "Old Maozi", which was originally the land of China in the Qing Dynasty in Wang Chan's "impression".
Nowadays, peace is the mainstream, the country needs stability and unity, and harmony is the overriding voice. Therefore, the issue of land ownership in the history of this place has become a real thing of the past. Wang Chan is just a small temple in the Guandi Temple. Up to now, even the household registration has not been settled. Naturally, he is not qualified to ask this question that has always been troubled.
After confirming the border division with the former Soviet Union and the current Russia, several cities along the Ussuri River and Heilongjiang have become border trade ports jointly established by the two sides. Even the Hutouling area where Wang Chan is located has often seen many tourists in recent years, and groups of mountain tours and explorations have been seen. However, these things have nothing to do with Wang Chan. Now he just wants to do his own temple wishes honestly and practice what the old man passed down.
Wang Chan has no father or mother. It was the orphan snatched from the wolf's mouth when the old temple of the previous Guandi Temple Zhu Wang Daliangzi went into the mountain to collect medicine. Because Wang Daliangzi believed in Buddhism in his later years, he named him Wang Chan.
And Wang Chan is just a very ordinary person. If there is any difference from others, it's just that he was born in the mountains, grew up in the mountains, and worked hard to practice "beaten" for more than 20 years.
There is a circle of big trees on the top of the mountain, all of which are red pines more than 200 years old. They are stacked in layers. The more you go inside, the older the tree is. The innermost one needs more than a dozen people to hold them hand in hand. According to Wang Daliangzi when he was alive, this big red pine tree belongs to all the red pines up and down on Hutouling. Ancestors, I dare not say more. It is certain that it has been more than two thousand years.
A piece of open space under this thousand-year-old tree is the "field" of Wang Chan who has been practicing kung fu for so many years. On the ground is a layer of stone and a layer of clay, and more than a dozen layers of composite soil, which has long been trampled by him for years. Its strength is that a strong man holding a few pounds of a big hammer for a while. It moved in half an hour.
With a crash, he took off his vest full of iron sand and threw it under the tree. Wang Chan took it off and didn't even leave a pair of leggings. Anyway, at this time, there will be no one else in the deep mountains and forests except him, and it is also a habit he has developed over the years.
In fact, Wang Chan is not tall, but he looks short, thin and powerful. His bones are unusually thick, and the top of his head is also bare. It is oily and light. The skin and bones outside are like the thousand-year-old pine behind him, and all the muscles show a posture similar to radiation explosion all the time. In this state, the muscle fibers are as strong as several wires are twisted together, and the degree of strength is like the natural texture emitted by pure steel forging.
And this just makes his body, at a glance, not like the flesh and blood of normal human beings, really like the kind of "iron man" who has been carefully polished with fine sand thousands of times after being cast with copper and iron according to the appearance of human beings.
Wang Chan first took the golden ghee and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and slowly applied it from head to toe to the place of every inch of skin on the whole body, so as not to leak anywhere. He practiced the real thirteen Taibao horizontal kung fu, and paid attention to "practicing a breath inside and practicing muscles and bones outside". Applying ghee oil all over the body is one of the most necessary steps to practice this kind of kung fu.
Unlike other people who practice hard qigong, Wang Chan does not use medicinal oil and medicinal wine in the ordinary sense to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, but the secret "King Kong Dai". According to the old man Wang, who adopted him, this secret recipe was obtained from a living Buddha, an old lama who was widely respected by local herdsmen when he looted a famous lama temple in Mongolia.
is a kind of ghee made with great effort, which is more powerful than any medicinal oil. Before practicing, apply this kind of ghee to the whole body, in which the medicinal power penetrates the muscles and bones of the skin, and can even reach the viscera and skin membrane, promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and dredge the meridians. The most powerful thing is that this kind of diamond can also be used to reach the inside and outside, smelting is available or not. Over time, it will make it work on the muscle and bone skin membrane. The body of the user is getting stronger and stronger. There is softness in the toughness, and the softness in the softness.
In many Buddhist scriptures of Buddhism, it has been said that there are believers, monks, who have achieved something in an instant through the great power, turning into an example of protecting the Dharma King Kong. Their body is hard and indestructible when exerting force. After the force is scattered, the muscles and bones are like cotton, and the power is infinite. It is said that the cracked tiger and leopard is caused by the use of this secret diamond ghee.
It's just that this thing has a strange origin, and there are many precious medicinal herbs that are rarely smelled in the various formulas used to make. Especially in recent years, human footprints have spread all over the earth. The wanton waste of resources has led to the extinction and disappearance of many species. In terms of the two most common traditional Chinese medicines in this secret recipe, tiger blood and bear bile, it is already a legendary thing for the vast majority of people outside the mountain.
Not to mention that the most important thing in this diamond is that it needs to use more than 300 years of ginseng.
If it weren't for Wang Chan, who grew up in the depths of the Greater Xing'an Mountains since he was a child and had some incomparable skills for ordinary people, but if these medicinal materials were put outside, they would definitely have a priceless and sky-high-priced business. Ordinary people want to get it, which is basically the same as dreaming.
He smeared ghee on his body. Wang Chan began to rub the palms of his hands hard. At first, the speed was extremely slow as an old cow breaking a car, and then he gradually accelerated. His hands stretched back and forth like lightning, until his palms were red like a red soldering iron. Then he suddenly roared, separated his hands, changed his movements, and opened their palms. He flew down and kept hitting himself back and forth.
At the beginning, you can also see his two palms beating one after another in different positions on the front of his body. Each place was clapping nine palms in a row, crackling. Later, the movement gradually accelerated, and in the moonlight, you can only see a dazzling hand shadow, covering the surface of Wang Zen's body. One inch. Wang Chan's body also changed with it, protruding back and forth. Although he still stood still at the foot of the ground, a pair of long arms seemed to be without bones. Both the soles of his head and feet and the back were knocked by himself one by himself.
It's like dozens of blacksmiths in the blacksmith's stove are beating iron together, banging, jingling each other, and they can't tell the number. It can be transmitted ten miles in the silent night.
The ghee smeared on the surface of his body slowly melted in the process of continuous patting. After about half an hour, Wang Chan saw a little sweat on his forehead, which also made his whole body bright, emitting a strange fragrance unique to ghee, which made people smell it immediately. It's refreshing, as if I had just been enlightened.
No matter what kind of ghee, it is solidified into a ball at a low temperature. Wang Chan applied the whole body with this King Kong ghee butter, and then patted and squeezed with the pat in the thirteen Taibao horizontal refining, which can maximize the effect of improving his absorption of drugs in the ghee, so that the King Kong ghee is in the shortest time. Evenly penetrate into every corner of the body, and over time, it will make your skin muscles and bones stronger and stronger.
After another time, he saw that all the ghee on his body had melted. Wang Chan suddenly exhaled, such as the tiger roaring mountain forest. The two big hands did not simply beat the body, but turned out and practiced a set of boxing racks, either with palms, or boxing, or claws, or even head, backrest, straddling, knees... The figure was swaying, and the surroundings of the martial arts arena were changing, and the people were dazzled.
A set of punches turned over and over more than a dozen times, and the ghee on his body was gradually absorbed clean. Instead, a large amount of moisture came out of the pores of the skin. The whiteness was like thick fog covering his body. Wang Chan took a long breath and slowly stopped his hand. He shook off the sweat of his bare head.
After this, he was full of qi and blood, and his limbs and bones had been exercised. Seeing that it was almost time, he had finished practicing today's kung fu.
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