Chapter 85: Teaching by Words and Practice

085 Teaching by Words and Practice

Putting aside Chen Jingxuan's preparations for the exam, in the following few days, Ping'an Town gradually regained its former glory. From the second day on, pilgrims coming to the temple once again flocked in an endless stream.

The excitement over the opening of the eyes of the master's clay statue has not yet subsided, and affected by the sudden closure of Ping An Temple, the people who are unaware of the truth are getting a little anxious.

"Old Taoist priest, are you still going to sit in meditation today?"

Xiang Jiannan was awakened by the continuous knocking on the door early in the morning. Standing beside his master, he felt like he had not yet woken up from his sleep. He felt uncomfortable all over and was too lazy to move.

My sleep quality has not been very good these days. I go to bed early, but I always feel tired after waking up. After a trip to Shou County, my body seemed to have forgotten Ping'an Temple.

"In the afternoon, I still need to prepare."

Seeing his disciple looking listless, Gao Yuan told the pilgrims to do as they pleased and soon walked out of the incense hall and came to the gate of the Taoist temple with an expression of great success on his face.

"Disciple, don't you feel anything?"

"Yes, I am getting sleepier and sleepier."

When the sunlight outside the temple shone on him, Xiang Jiannan felt even more tired. He didn't care about anything else and simply sat down at his master's feet.

I really can't hold on any longer. I have the will but not the strength.

"Have you studied the scriptures again recently?"

Gao Yuan kept nodding to the pilgrims coming and going. For the time being, he did not have any major objection to his disciple's behavior. While taking the time to smile, he suddenly asked him about the scriptures. However, Xiang Jiannan sounded listless after listening to him. He raised his head and did not want to answer for a long time.

Master, why do you care about whether others study or not? Chen Jingxuan needs to strive for fame, but I, Xiang Jiannan, don't have that qualification. Influenced by other people's children, I unconsciously start to follow their example? I haven't touched the scriptures much in the past few days. I tried to turn a few pages yesterday, but the effect was not ideal.

I originally wanted to try whether reading scriptures could alleviate my sleepiness, but after reading a few pages, it didn't seem to have any effect.

It may be because the season is about to change. The previous methods are no longer useful now.

"I've read a little bit. After I recover in a few days, I'll take some time to study it."

His head drooped lower and lower as he spoke. Xiang Jiannan's replies were particularly perfunctory. People don't want to talk when their mental strength is extremely low. The master will definitely understand. For several days, he has not been able to adjust his mental state. He has mentioned it to the master several times before, and the old Taoist only told him to pay more attention to rest.

It’s the same as drinking more hot water.

"You should go back to the backyard and lie down. Don't force yourself."

Seeing that his disciple seemed to be about to fall into a deep sleep, Gao Yuan whispered beside him.

How can you sleep at the gate of the temple? We have plenty of places for you to rest in Ping'an Temple. It is really not a good influence to just sit there all the time. During this period of time, many pilgrims have come over to look at him. Although they did not ask any questions, they saw that the old Taoist priest was very embarrassed.

As the owner of a temple, it is my responsibility to maintain the external image of Ping An Temple.

"Wait a moment, disciple, I always feel like something is wrong."

Xiang Jiannan disagreed with his master's suggestion and moved a few times in the sunlight. He seemed to remember something vaguely, but he was very honest in his heart.

I'm not sure. If I go back to the backyard, I don't know when I can get up again. The master said that he is not sick, and the spring sleepiness and autumn fatigue are just a natural reaction.

He was sleepy until lunch time. While Gao Yu Anjin was busy in the backyard, Xiang Jiannan was already lying on the bed and about to fall asleep.

During this period, my mental state was sometimes good and sometimes bad, and the things I wanted to think about were also intermittent. In the end, I decided to relax for a while.

He was lying on his side and about to fall into a deep sleep when he vaguely heard a sound of the wooden door. He didn't pay much attention to it and changed his posture and continued to close his eyes.

It should be the master who came to check on his current condition. This old Taoist priest always cares about others.

After the sound stopped, he fell asleep quickly. While sleeping, Xiang Jiannan felt that his body was very depressed. His breathing became very difficult and his whole body was itchy. He felt so uncomfortable even in the dream and his body seemed to be extremely sleepy.

My body kept moving while I was in a daze, but it didn't make me feel any better.

Even dreams do not let me go, the feeling of oppression becomes stronger and stronger with time.

"Hmm~~~"

He uttered a dream talk, and only felt a series of breathing in his ears. Xiang Jiannan turned over immediately, and woke up with a start. Everything in the dream was real! Something was pressing on him at this moment, and the weight was unclear.

"master!"

The sudden opening of his eyes startled both of them. His mind became clear instantly and Xiang Jiannan saw an old face appear in front of him. This face was very familiar and he saw it at least a hundred or eighty times a day.

At this moment, he was clinging to my body, his white beard just falling on my chin. When he saw that I woke up, his expression was still intoxicated.

It seemed like it was doing something. After looking at me, it continued a series of actions.

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"What are you doing!"

A wave of nausea and vomiting came over him, and his upper body immediately exerted force. Xiang Jiannan's voice trembled as he struggled. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing. What was this old Taoist doing while he was sleeping?

Such obscene actions are really nauseating.

"Get down!"

Without any movement, the master got off the bed and stood up half-sitting up. Xiang Jiannan then raised his hand and pushed him again.

He couldn't accept what he had just seen, so he started to attack with ruthless force in his hands.

Where should I go to seek justice for something like this? It’s over. I, Xiang Jiannan, am no longer clean.

"Don't move. I still have one last step to complete."

After being pushed hard by his disciple without any intention of explaining, Gao Yuan approached Xiang Jiannan again. At the same time, his right hand was about to touch Xiang Jiannan's chest, which frightened the little Taoist priest so much that he raised his hand and slapped him again.

"Gao Yuan, you old pervert!"

In a hurry, he even cursed the master's name.

"Old pervert? Wait a minute, my disciple."

Xiang Jiannan's excited roar made him stop for a moment. Gao Yuan seemed to have just realized that he might have been misunderstood. He turned over and took out a scripture from the side. He showed the title of the book to his disciple and began to explain:

"The Thirty-Six Positions of a Beautiful Woman. Disciple, please don't get angry first. Listen to what the master has to say."

Xiang Jiannan got goosebumps all over his body after hearing what he said. After he jumped off the bed, he felt a green aura rising from his hands.

I've been insulted and fell into the hands of this old Taoist priest. Come on, let's fight to the death today.

"Stand firm in mind, be wise, open meridians, follow acupuncture points. This is the most basic posture among the four directions."

"Strengthening bones, taking in qi, storing up will, concentrating spirit, this is another realm of each posture in the four directions."

Just when he was figuring out why his sleep quality had been so poor in the past few days, Xiang Jiannan saw his master talking beside the bed. He naturally curled up his right leg, and while he was talking, there was a look of vigilance in his eyes.

Can the 36 postures of a beautiful woman be explained this way? Wait a minute, if you can't explain it today, I, Xiang Jiannan, will never let you go!

(I have posted it in my previous book. Today is a really messy day. I am not in the right state...)

(End of this chapter)