80s Taoism

The childhood life of fart kids at that time was still very sunny and happy. There are no remedial classes, no homework that can't be finished, and the exams are over, and you are rarely scolded. Anyway, everyone's main job is farming, so it doesn't matter how much you study. It's just that if you fail the exam, you will always feel a little bit sorry when you go back. If it is not done well, it will take a long time to become a topic of chatter among neighbors.

Zhang Jiaohua didn't care much about this. He has little interest in studying. Sitting in the classroom is also very boring.

"The sky is so blue, but I want to sit under the black eaves, look at the blackboard, and look at the boring black and white writing." Zhang Jiaohua thought in his heart.

Zhang Jiaohua's mind is now full of the thrills and thrills of wandering around as a Meishanshui master in his dreams, eliminating demons and defending Taoism, which is much more fun than sitting in a classroom. I dozed off a lot at first, and after sitting in the classroom struggling for a while, I fell asleep lying on the table.

Gong Ziyuan is used to having such a sleepy student, and sometimes he turns a blind eye. Anyway, parents in rural areas don't have high expectations for grades. This student is a bit special, usually withdrawn, no one in the class is willing to play with him except the dumb one. It is now fixed to sit on the same bench with the mute. And besides sleeping in the classroom, it never affects others. At the beginning, Gong Ziyuan often woke Zhang Jiaohua up, but after being criticized and educated many times, Zhang Jiaohua still went his own way, and Gong Ziyuan gave up. "

"Education is not everything." Gong Ziyuan comforted himself.

Zhang Jiaohua is not completely uninterested in the class, he is still very interested in the drawing class, oh, the art class. Music lessons are also good. Of course, the most fun is the physical education class. However, what Zhang Jiaohua does in class is usually a little different from the class content. In art class, the teacher asks him to draw, he always draws symbols, in music class, others sing, he recites spells, in physical education class, others are doing the seventh set of radio gymnastics, he is walking.

At the beginning, no one else could see the secret, but Ma Sibao was very concerned about Zhang Jiaohua, especially after the snake beating incident, he would stare at Zhang Jiaohua from time to time.

"Teacher, Zhang Jiaohua is not drawing, he is drawing ghosts and symbols!" Ma Sibao stood up and said to Gong Ziyuan, who is also an art teacher.

Gong Ziyuan didn't want to worry about what the students drew, it was just killing time anyway. There are only a few teachers in Meiziao, and each teacher wears several hats. He is not an art major, and when he was in school, he also drew four different faces. But the students with good deeds made it clear. As the class teacher, Chinese teacher, art teacher and physical education teacher, he couldn't ignore it.

Gong Ziyuan walked to Zhang Jiaohua's side, who didn't feel that he had done anything wrong at all. Still drawing a very weird pattern seriously. Gong Ziyuan was born in a rural area, so he naturally knows a little about traditional culture. That is not a painting, but a symbol.

"What are you painting?" Gong Ziyuan asked.

"Anzhai Talisman." Zhang Jiaohua didn't hide it either. He didn't see anything wrong with it. Other students were also drawing messy things, why couldn't he take advantage of this time to prepare the Anzhai Talisman for his family? Although since that day, it seems that the weasel has not come to the village to harm the poultry for a long time. But Zhang Jiaohua still decided to draw An Zhaifu and put it at home.

"Is this a real Anzhai Talisman?" Gong Ziyuan was very surprised. Although he couldn't understand the Talisman, Zhang Jiaohua's drawing was indeed decent. Even if Zhang Jiaohua lied, isn't the level of deception too high?

"Of course it is true. This paper is made of authentic talisman paper, which can only be bought in Gezhuping Town. The ink is made of cinnabar..." Zhang Jiaohua explained the materials he used one by one.

In fact, he had also noticed that Zhang Jiaohua had already noticed that others were in art class with pencils, but he was holding a brush in class. Unexpectedly, the pen he used turned out to be an authentic Langhao pen.

Zhang Jiaohua knew that this was not a good talisman. A good talisman must be made of spiritual beast hair. But this writing brush uses a very common wolf hair. The old Taoist's talisman is much better than this.

"Forget it, you can continue to draw. Why don't you draw an Anzhai Talisman for me too." Gong Ziyuan said casually. In fact, he was also moved in his heart. Recently, he lived in the teachers' dormitory of Meizi'ao Primary School, and heard the door knocking every night. Although the wind is strong in the mountains, the doors here are ordinary single-layer wooden doors, and it is normal for them to be rattled by the wind. But recently, I often wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, only to find that I seem to be pressed by something, and I can't get up when I think about it.

Gong Ziyuan read the medical explanation of "ghost pressing bed" in a magazine when he was studying in Zijiang Normal University. In medicine, this condition is called sleep paralysis. Sleep paralysis is caused by the rapid eye movement period. For unknown reasons, the consciousness has awakened, but the muscles of the limbs are still in a state of low tension, resulting in the situation of not listening to the command of the consciousness. Hallucinations are often caused by abnormal conditions in the body that cannot be explained by the brain, coupled with fearful fantasies.

But Gong Ziyuan felt that the real situation might not be the case. I can clearly feel the feeling of being pressed every time. It was a feeling of powerless struggle when death was approaching. It was too scary. Recently, because of the frequent occurrence of this situation, Gong Ziyuan's sleep quality is very poor. You can see the obvious black eye sockets.

Zhang Jiaohua looked up at Teacher Gong, thought for a while and said, "I must say that buying these materials is very expensive."

Zhang Jiaohua only had enough materials to draw a few Anzhai Talismans, and Zhang Jiaohua had already allocated these Anzhai Talismans. If it was given to Teacher Gong, it would not be enough points. Let his father Zhang Youping buy more copies, it will probably be more difficult.

"Teacher won't ask you for nothing." Gong Ziyuan's expression froze for a moment, and he soon revealed a smile. He didn't expect that Zhang Jiaohua would directly ask him for money.

"Then I'll ask my dad to go to the town to buy some materials, and I'll give you the Anzhai Talisman I drew today." Zhang Jiaohua folded the Anzhai Talisman he just drew a few times, and handed it to Gong Ziyuan, "Just put it under the pillow."

Gong Ziyuan took out five yuan, "Is five yuan enough?"

"Enough." Zhang Jiaohua didn't know how much money was enough, but five yuan was already a huge sum in his eyes. Zhang Jiaohua casually put the five yuan into his schoolbag.

Holding the Anzhai Talisman, Gong Ziyuan felt a little regret again. It's not that he thinks this talisman is too expensive, but that he is worried about being fooled by his students. This is a first-year student. Why did I believe it all of a sudden, and even paid for the talisman. If this is known to others, I'm afraid they will laugh out loud.

Zhang Jiaohua was happy in his heart, and he was still making money. An Anzhai Talisman can be sold for five yuan. If hundreds or thousands of talismans were sold, wouldn't that be worth tens of thousands of households?