80s Taoism

　　 The childhood life of the kids at that time was still very sunny and happy. There is no tutoring class, no endless homework, and the exam is over, and I rarely get scolded. Anyway, everyone's business is farming, and it doesn't matter how much they study. It's just that I failed the exam, and I'm always a little bit sad about going back. If it doesn't work, it will be a topic of chat among neighbors for a long time.

　　 Zhang bidder didn't care much about this. He doesn't have much interest in learning. Sitting in the classroom is also very boring.

　　 "The sky is so blue, but I have to sit under the dark eaves, looking at the dark blackboard, looking at the dull white paper and black words." Zhang Jiaohua thought so.

　　 Zhang Biaohua is now full of thrills and excitement in his dreams as the Meishan navy master wandering around and defending the way of demons. It is much more fun than sitting in a classroom. Originally, I was dozing a lot. After sitting in the classroom and struggling for a while, I fell asleep on the table.

　　 Gong Ziyuan has become accustomed to having such a sleeping student, and sometimes he opens one eye and closes another. Anyway, the parents in the countryside don't have high expectations for the results. This student is a bit special, usually withdrawn, except for dumb accidents in the class, no one is willing to play with him. Now it is fixed to sit on a bench with the dumb. In addition to sleeping in the classroom, it never affects others. In the beginning, Gong Ziyuan often woke up Zhang Biaohua, but after criticizing and educating him many times, Zhang Biaohua still went his own way, and Gong Ziyuan gave up. "

　　 "Education is not a panacea." Gong Ziyuan comforted himself like this.

　　 Zhang Biaohua is not completely uninterested in 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 physical education. However, what Zhang Jiaohua does in class is usually a little different from the content of the class. In art class, the teacher asks him to draw, he always draws symbols, he has music class, others sing, he recites spells, he attends gym class, others are doing the seventh set of radio gymnastics, he is walking.

　　 At first, no one else could see the secret, but classmate Ma Sibao was very concerned about Zhang Biaohua, especially after the snake fight, he would stare at Zhang Biaohua from time to time.

　　 "Teacher, Zhang Jiaohua is not painting, he is painting 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 paint, anyway, it was just to kill time. There are a few teachers in Mei Zi'ao, and each of them has a number of jobs. He didn't have a background in fine arts, and when he was in school, he also painted four different images. But the students who have something good pick this up. As the head teacher, Chinese teacher, art teacher and physical education teacher, he can't ignore it.

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

　　 "What are you painting?" Gong Ziyuan asked.

　　 "An Zhai Talisman." Zhang Biaohua did not conceal it. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Other classmates are also drawing messy things, why can't he take advantage of this time to prepare the Anzhai Talisman for the family? Although since that day, the weasel seems to have not come to the village to harm the poultry for a long time. But Zhang Jiahua decided to draw the Anzhai uniform and put it at home.

　　 "This is the real Anzhai Talisman?" Gong Ziyuan was surprised. Although he couldn't understand the talisman, Zhang Jiaohua's paintings are indeed decent. Even if Zhang Jiaohua deceives others, is this level of deception a bit too high?

　　 "Of course it is true. This paper uses authentic talisman paper, which is only available in Gezhuping Town. This ink uses cinnabar..." Zhang Jiaohua explained the materials he used one by one.

　　 Actually, he also noticed that Zhang was screaming. Everyone else was in art class with pencils, and he was holding a brush in class. Unexpectedly, the pen he used turned out to be an authentic Langhao pen.

　　 Zhang called flowers but knew this was not a good talisman. A good rune pen has to be made of spiritual beast hair. But this brush uses very ordinary wolf hair. The old Taoist talisman pen is much better than this.

　　 "Forget it, let's continue painting. Or you can draw me a house sign 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 ring every night. Although the wind is strong in the mountains, the door here is also a normal single-layer wooden door, and it is normal to be blew by the wind. But recently I often wake up in the middle of the night, only to find that I seem to be held down by something, and I can't get up when I think about it.

Gong Ziyuan read the medical explanation of "ghost press" in the magazine when he was studying at Zijiang Normal University. In medicine, this condition is called sleep paralysis, and sleep paralysis is caused by not knowing what the cause is during the rapid eye movement period. Was awake, but the muscles of the limbs are still in a state of low tension, causing the situation of not listening to the command of the consciousness. Often due to abnormalities in the body that the brain cannot explain, and fearful fantasies, hallucinations are caused.

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

　　 Zhang Biaohua raised his head and glanced at Teacher Gong, thought for a while and said, "I have to say that these materials are expensive."

　　 Zhang Biaohua only has enough materials to draw a few Anzhai amulets. These Anzhai amulets have been allocated by Zhang Biaohua. If you give it to Teacher Gong, it won't be enough. It is estimated that it will be more difficult to ask his father Zhang Youping to buy a few more copies.

　　 "Teacher won't want you for nothing." Gong Ziyuan's face was taken aback, and a smile soon appeared. He didn't expect Zhang Biaohua would directly ask him for money.

"Then I will ask my father to buy some materials from the town. I will give you the Anzhai talisman I painted today." Zhang Jiaohua just drew an Anzhai talisman, folded it a few times, and handed it to Gong Ziyuan, "put it under the pillow. That's it."

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

　　 "Enough." Zhang Biaohua doesn't know how much money is enough, but five yuan is already a huge amount in his eyes. Zhang Biaohua put five yuan in his schoolbag.

　　 Gong Ziyuan held the Anzhai Talisman, with a trace of regret in his heart. 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 at once, and even paid for the talisman. If this is known to others, I'm afraid it will laugh out loud.

　　 Zhang is happy to be happy, and he can still make money. An Zhai Talisman can be sold for five yuan. If you sell hundreds or thousands of talisman, isn't it a million yuan?

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