False Records of Spiritual Practice Anecdotes

A pseudo-documentary of spiritual practice anecdotes The author collects local legends and the current status of the sect. Through this book, you can have a little understanding of what the metaphysical world is like today. The stories are mostly legends and fiction. … I am Wang Nuannuan, from the village. I live in the third red brick house next to the old locust tree at the east end of the village. The western wall creeper grows like crazy and can cover half of the window in summer. My father drove a truck at the cement factory in the town, and the steering wheel was polished. My grandmother raised 300 reed chickens. Every morning I would wake up to the sound of "clucking", and sometimes there would be fine fluff on the pillow. I went out to fetch water and passed by my second uncle's mulberry tree. I saw a man in black robes and a tall, thin man in white looking at the mulberries under the tree, and then preparing to climb the tree to pick them. "No picking!" I ran over in a panic and shouted. The man in black looked at me and climbed down from the tree, holding a handful of mulberries in his hand. The man in white turned his head and looked at the blue sky behind him, feeling a little embarrassed. The man in black jumped down from the tree and looked at me with a smile. "Eat one?" I swallowed and shook my head. "I can't eat Uncle Ergou's mulberries, unless you can put them on a stone, and they will fall off!" The man in black smiled and yelled. I picked a leaf from the mulberry tree, spread it on the stone, and put a few mulberries on it. "Eat." I bent down and picked one up. It was very sweet. My eyes lit up, and then I looked at them and said with caution. "What are you doing here?" "Us?" The man in black thought for a while. "Go to the mountains."