"Wu Ruisheng...just look at him, he looks like a monk, but in this era when spiritual energy is scarce and even spiritual energy itself is polluted, besides me, can anyone else absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and practice Taoism smoothly?"

Looking at the propaganda text below the poster, I was increasingly confused by saying that Master Wu is a peerless master who practices both Taoism and Buddhism, a contemporary Jigong and a living god.

If the acquired consciousness god is still unable to leave the body, I would not doubt the master mentioned by my mother. But since I received the help of the old camphor tree in Hanshan that day, the acquired consciousness god has left the body and has the ability to see inwardly and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. I already know that it is difficult for real practitioners to appear in this era. Unless they can also have the merit book of the human world like me, how to purify the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is a big problem.

And it is also a dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism? I have read many Buddhist and Taoist books, and I know that even if I focus on practicing one of them, or even one, it is very difficult. Is this Master Wu really so powerful? Could he be the evil master, demon master, and big liar in the Dharma-Ending Age written in Taoism?

However, it is hard to say that the world is so big that there may be some masters. Old camphor tree can cultivate spirituality, let alone human beings? Although I have some doubts about this master, I am not sure.

"Uncle, do you still have tickets? How much does it cost?"

Wang Zhan was very excited and stabbed me and said, "I heard from Teacher Jiang that Master Wu is very powerful. Why don't we go to see his merit report meeting as well. Anyway, the exam will be completed by then."

The uncle at the telephone booth smiled and shook his head, "I only have posters here, but there are no tickets. If you want to buy tickets, you have to queue up at the city gymnasium. But I guess there are no tickets now. When Master Wu comes, no tickets are enough to sell. Besides, the worst location costs ten yuan per ticket, even if you two primary school students can't afford it."

The worst position is ten yuan per ticket? I was stunned when I heard it. In the early 1990s, what was the concept of ten yuan? It was one-tenth of the monthly salary of ordinary workers. Buddhism and Taoism all emphasize saving the world. Why did Master Wu seem to be in the eyes of money?

"It's better to save some money for your parents. Is it easy for your parents to support you? If you really want to go, just stay outside the gym." The uncle of the telephone booth enthusiastically persuaded us: "As soon as Master Wu makes his merits, even if he gets thousands of miles away, it's the same for you to earnestly receive me outside. It's guaranteed that you will be clear and you will be admitted to key universities in the future!"

"Oh, thank you uncle."

I really couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted to laugh but was afraid of refuting the face of the uncle at the telephone booth, so I could only pull Wang Zhan and run away.

***

My mother is really a die-hard supporter of Tsinghua University. We just finished the exam on Monday. When I got home, I found that my mother put on the practice uniforms that she usually practiced Tsinghua University, and was practicing in a straightforward manner in front of the mirror.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

I looked at it a few times and felt that the Tsinghua qigong that my mother practiced was no different from that of an ordinary elderly person who practiced aerobics. I couldn't see any divine seconds, so I couldn't help but interrupt her.

"You kid, I was shocked. Why did you walk like a cat?"

My mother glared at me with a angrily and asked, "How is the exam?"

"Don't worry, the top three in the grade can't run away." I stretched out my middle fingers and made a victory gesture.

"Really, are you so confident?" My mother smiled happily: "If you can really get to the top three in the grade, you will be rewarded with a Nintendo game console!"

"real!"

I suddenly jumped up. Even though I was already a practitioner, I was still a thousand miles away from the state of forgetting emotions, no self, no human form, no sentient being, and the state of form, is empty and color, and it is still a child's mind.

At this time, Nintendo's eight-digit computer is the dream of all children. Thinking of Nintendo's classic games Super Mary, Green Corps, Castlevania, Cuban warriors, my saliva is almost flowing down. Oh, I wish I could announce the results tomorrow.

"Okay, don't be excited, change your clothes."

My mother pointed at me and I found that a small training suit was stacked on the head of the bed, with the unique symbol of Tsinghua Kung on it - a green lotus that poked out of the water, and the lotus was still radiating a golden light.

"This is......"

Seeing that this was clearly a custom-made training suit for me, I was a little suspicious.

"You Uncle Wang will come to pick us up later and go to Master Wu Ruisheng's tutoring report. You have to wear the Tsinghua Kung Fu practice uniform before you can formally..."

Mom clasped her hands and said, "The master will give us more efforts when he sees us so sincerely..."

"Uncle Wang?"

I just pretended that I didn't see my mother's obsession and asked, "Which Uncle Wang?"

"Who else is Uncle Wang? He saved your Uncle Wang. If he hadn't pushed you last time, could you still be so lively?"

"Uncle Wang Liang, the propaganda officer of the Cultural Bureau!"

I was stunned, how could I forget him? This is a strange man. He once saw through the evil methods that harmed his grandparents. It is said that he was the backbone of the Cultural Bureau's activities to crack down on feudal superstitions. I always suspected that he was also a Taoist monk, at least he could not be a completely out of Taoist monk. But he was busy reading books and meditating during this period, and forgot about this mysterious Uncle Wang.

"If it weren't for your Uncle Wang's help this time, you wouldn't get the ticket. Get it faster. Your Uncle Wang has a lot of things to do. This is to take time to pick us up."

"Dad, are you going?" I looked at my mother with complicated eyes, guessing whether Uncle Wang Liang, like Uncle Liang in the library, was also my mother's suitor back then?

"What are you looking at! Your dad and Grandpa Fan are going to discuss with friends about going out for a show. Grandpa doesn't want to go, so I'll go with you..."

My mother was blushed when I saw her, and she stomped her feet and looked like a little girl.

"Then will I call Wang Zhan? He wants to go too."

Uncle Wang Liang is a promotional person from the Cultural Bureau, so he can definitely get free tickets. He will not take advantage of this. I am going to take Wang Zhan with me. They are all buddies...

"It's up to you, well, your Uncle Wang is here."

The sound of the car horn sounded outside the yard, and Uncle Wang Liang actually drove here.

And it's a Santana!

In 1992, the status of this Santana was almost equivalent to the later BMW Five Series. I looked at the private license plate hanging on the back of the car, and my eyes were a little straight.

My parents are both culturally systematic, and their salary is relatively high. My father often goes out to make money, so my family is in a good condition. Otherwise, my mother would not have to reward me with a few hundred yuan worth of Nintendo as soon as she opens her mouth.

But my family can't afford a car, let alone Santana. This mysterious uncle Wang Liang is just a propaganda officer in the Cultural Bureau. How could he be so rich?

I can't figure it out very much.

The car window rolled down, Uncle Wang Liang stuck his head out and looked at me and my mother with a smile: "Lihui, Xiaodong, get in the car quickly. Master Wu's merit report meeting will start in less than half an hour."

At this moment, I secretly sent out the acquired consciousness and swept to Uncle Wang Liang...
Chapter completed!