Absurd legends

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Chapter One of the Absurd Legend:
The Naive and Mischievous Boy
"Hey! There are thirty-seven ducks in total! — Eleven little ones!" A little boy clapped his hands and shouted excitedly by the pond.
"Hmm, Ah Yu, that's good! You finally figured it out!" Beside the little boy, a thin, gray-clad old man gently patted the boy's head, his eyes filled with loving kindness as he looked at his beaming face.
The little boy, called Ah Yu, smiled sweetly at the old man, his face radiant with sunshine that somewhat masked the poverty emanating from his poor clothes.
"Uncle, this morning I caught two pheasants and magpies. My mother will cook them and bring them to you in a little while!" Ah Yu took the old man's hand and left the pond.
The old man, Jiu Gong, didn't go against his wishes, but simply smiled and let him lead him by the hand.
"Jiu Gong, you say counting ducks in the pond isn't enough, you also have to count other things. What are those other things?" A Yu asked Jiu Gong as he skipped along.
"Hehe, you don't need to worry about that. Just count whatever I tell you to count!" the old man replied with a smile.
"Oh, I see. You said you have to be single-minded, knowing too much will prevent you from concentrating—right?" A Yu stopped skipping, looked at Jiu Gong's thin face, and said with feigned seriousness.
Jiu Gong couldn't help but smile at his precocious manner, nodding repeatedly, "Exactly, exactly. It's good that you remember Jiu Gong's words."
"Then what will we count tomorrow?" A Yu asked, his eyes darting around, as if remembering something.
Seeing his clever expression, Jiu Gong was delighted. He gently stroked his graying beard and chuckled, "So eager? Alright, tomorrow I'll find you an anthill to count, how about that?" He watched A-Yu's expression intently.
A-Yu was clearly taken aback by Ninth Master's suggestion: "Count ants? Why? You said you count ducks to make sure your own chickens and ducks aren't mixed up with others', so why count ants?"
Ninth Master was speechless, embarrassed for a moment. In his haste, he deliberately feigned anger, saying, "At such a young age, you're already asking so many questions! Even counting something requires a reason, it's really unacceptable—if you don't want to, don't come looking for me again!" As he spoke, he was genuinely worried, knowing that A-Yu was a very strong-willed child who liked to get to the bottom of things. He worried that if he didn't get an answer, he might get angry and really stop coming to him, which would be troublesome! Thinking back to when he arrived in this idyllic paradise from the mountains, only this half-grown child had truly captured his heart. Whenever he had free time, the child would pester him to teach him this and that, bringing him immense joy in his later years. Unconsciously, he had come to regard the child as his own grandson, even though his real grandson was still in the bustling world outside.
Hearing Grandpa Jiu's scolding, A-Yu felt wronged, but the long-standing grandfather-grandson bond he had built prevented him from feeling any resentment. He immediately lowered his head and murmured, "I'm sorry, Grandpa Jiu, I won't ask that again... Tomorrow we'll count ants..." As he said the last sentence, his childlike heart, filled with grievance, brought tears to his eyes.
Seeing his reaction, Ninth Master felt a pang of regret. He shouldn't have been so harsh on a child who hadn't done anything wrong. But the words were already out, and he couldn't take them back. So he coughed a few times and said, "Alright then! Go home early and come find me again tomorrow!" With that, he ignored him and walked away.
Watching Ninth Master's departing figure, A-Yu had lost all the enthusiasm he had when counting ducks. He could only walk home slowly with his head down, feeling utterly wronged.
The mountain village was exceptionally peaceful and serene, bathed in the brilliant, fiery red sunset. Wisps of smoke began to rise from the bamboo houses and mud-brick houses.
A-Yu reached the door of his mud-brick house. The door was ajar, and he could faintly hear a woman coughing inside. He knew that his mother must be cooking dinner inside.
He quickened his pace and went inside, calling out, "Mom! I'm here to help you!"
The inner chamber was filled with smoke, and a hunched figure was coughing incessantly.
Ayu hurried forward and gently patted his mother's back, saying sadly, "Mom, you're using this half-dried firewood again! Didn't I gather a lot of dry firewood last time? It shouldn't be gone so quickly!"
"Oh, you child, Aunt Yu next door ran out, so I gave it to her!" The woman was clearly much better after her son's patting; her back straightened, and although her complexion wasn't good, her spirits were still high. Her loving eyes looked at her son's face with relief.
"Oh, never mind then. I'll gather some more tomorrow morning. —By the way, Uncle Agen hasn't come home yet?" Ayu shook his head and kicked aside a piece of broken firewood. The Uncle Agen he mentioned was Ah Yu's husband.
"Yes, making money outside the mountains isn't easy! I've heard the people there are very demanding! I really don't know what Agen was thinking, leaving Ah Yu alone at home with a baby still nursing—and he doesn't even bring home much money..." The woman sighed, rubbing her lower back as she tidied up the pots and pans on the counter. Ah Yu obediently rubbed her back.
Seeing her son's filial piety, the woman was pleased and said softly, "Alright, Ah Yu, Mom's back doesn't hurt anymore! Go to the cupboard and eat some fruit!"
"Okay!" Being a child, he perked up at the mention of food. After rubbing her back a couple more times, he scurried to the cupboard and rummaged through the food inside.
"Ah Yu, did you bother your Ninth Uncle again today?" the woman asked her son, whose mouth was stuffed full, as she busied herself.
"Um...uh..." Hearing his mother's question, Ayu choked, almost choking, his eyes rolling back and tears welling up.
"Is that so?" The woman, oblivious to her son's condition due to the smoke, continued to press.
"Ah...ah, yes, I was with Uncle Jiu—we just parted!" Finally managing to swallow the piece of fruit stuck in his throat, Ayu hurriedly answered his mother.
"Oh...by the way, Ayu, what does Uncle Jiu teach you every day? Is it just to read?" The woman was clearly in a good mood with her son by her side, and she became more talkative.
"Ah...yes, yes, Uncle Jiu teaches me to read—he even taught me to write with that bristle pen!" Ayu seemed to be covering something up, his tone somewhat unsteady.
The woman didn't seem to care, but picked up a rough earthenware bowl from the table and instructed her son, "Sigh, Uncle Jiu has it tough all by himself, and he even teaches you to read. Hurry up and take this bowl of pheasant to him—be quick, or it'll get warm!"
A-Yu quickly took the bowl, brought his nose to the tightly covered rim, closed his eyes, and sniffed hard. "Ah…it smells so good…"
"Go on, there's some left!" The woman smiled and lightly tapped her son's head.
"Okay! I'm going now, Mom!" A-Yu nodded hurriedly, abandoning any thought of the pheasant in the bowl, and dashed towards the door.
"Hey—slow down! Don't fall—and don't steal any!" Seeing her son rushing off, the woman quickly followed, adding a reminder.
"Okay—" His voice had already drifted out of the house.
The woman looked in the direction her son had gone, leaned wearily against the doorframe, and murmured softly, "Oh, Yu, when will you grow up..." As she murmured to herself, her raw eyes began to well up with tears...
As they approached Ninth Master's residence, A-Yu felt a pang of unease, and his steps slowed. Although Ninth Master was sometimes strict with him, he had never scolded him for no apparent reason like today. And thinking it over, he couldn't seem to have done anything wrong—even though he had asked a question, it was something Ninth Master had taught him: always get to the bottom of things!
Lost in thought, he stopped in front of Ninth Master's door. The pheasant he carried seemed heavier now.
"Come in!—Is that A-Yu? Come in!" Ninth Master's voice, though not loud, was clear from inside.
Hearing that familiar voice, A-Yu felt a warm current silently flow through his heart, as if he could see Ninth Master's thin, kind face. A surge of filial piety welled up from the bottom of his heart, and his feet involuntarily stepped through the door.
"Ninth Master, it's me…" he said softly, carefully walking towards Ninth Master's bedroom.
"Ah! You really brought it!" The previous displeasure on Jiu Gong's face had vanished; he rose from the couch with a beaming smile and welcomed A Yu inside. Seeing that he wasn't unhappy, A Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes, my mother asked me to bring it! Eat it while it's hot!" A Yu hurriedly and diligently placed the bowl she was carrying on the small table beside the bed, while expertly taking a pair of bamboo chopsticks from a small drawer nearby, wiping them on her sleeve, and handing them to Jiu Gong.
Jiu Gong lifted the lid of the bowl, and immediately a rich aroma of meat wafted out, filling the entire room. A Yu couldn't help but swallow hard, her stomach rumbling softly, and she quickly turned her head away to resist the temptation.
Grandpa Jiu smiled, seeing A-Yu trying so hard to avoid his gaze, and gently shook his head, beckoning to A-Yu, "A-Yu, don't just stand there, come! Come and eat with us!"
A-Yu's eyes lit up, then dimmed again. He lowered his head and said softly, "No, Mother said it's for you, I can't eat it..." As he spoke, his stomach growled again, much to his dismay.
Grandpa Jiu looked at his sensible appearance with affection, walked over and pulled him over, gently stroking his head, and said lovingly, "You silly child, if Grandpa Jiu tells you to eat, then eat—Grandpa Jiu is so old, how can I eat so much? I think your mother just wanted you to eat with me, that's why she served so much... Look, there's more than just one chicken in here!" Hearing this
, A-Yu couldn't help but look into the bowl—the pieces were cooked perfectly, so it was impossible to tell whether it was one or two chickens. But what Grandpa Jiu said really tempted him.
After thinking for a moment, his rumbling stomach finally succumbed to the delicious temptation, and he surrendered: "Well... alright then, I... I'll just eat a little bit—my mother still saved some for me at home!"
Grandpa Jiu laughed heartily: "You silly child, really, just eat, why all the fuss—eat up! Come on! Let's eat together!"
"Yes!" Ah Yu happily took out another pair of bamboo sticks from the small drawer, pulled up a bamboo chair, sat down next to Grandpa Jiu, and began to chew on a piece of chicken breast with relish.
"Ah Yu, tonight..." Seeing Ah Yu engrossed in his meal, Grandpa Jiu felt a pang of pain in his heart, and couldn't help but recall his scolding of him that evening. He wanted to tell him his true feelings.
"Ah... ah, I'm sorry, Grandpa Jiu, I won't ask again—Grandpa Jiu, please don't be angry, you can hit me or scold me, it's all okay!" Hearing Grandpa Jiu mention the evening, Ah Yu quickly spat out the half-chewed chicken bone in his mouth, nervously pouting as he confessed to Grandpa Jiu.
Seeing the boy's face, half smeared with soup like a smeared cat, Jiu Gong felt a sharp pang in his heart. He quickly suppressed his turbulent emotions and said hoarsely to A Yu, "No, Jiu Gong should be the one apologizing..."
A Yu was taken aback; Jiu Gong's admission of his fault left him somewhat bewildered.
"Actually, Jiu Gong should have told you the reason, but I had too many thoughts at the moment, and some things are not suitable for you to know at your age, so..." Jiu Gong gazed into the boy's eyes, slowly organizing his thoughts.
"Ah... is that so... It's alright, if Jiu Gong feels it's not suitable for A Yu to know, then there must be a reason why A Yu shouldn't know—I won't ask again, Jiu Gong, don't worry, I'll learn whatever you teach me from now on—anyway, in the end you'll always tell me what the use of practicing these things is, right?" A Yu blurted out his thoughts in one breath, then stared intently at Jiu Gong.
Grandpa Jiu was surprised that Ah Yu's sensible thinking had solved such a difficult problem so easily. He felt a weight lifted from his shoulders and was also amazed by Ah Yu's quick wit.
"Alright, I won't say anything more. Just practice as Grandpa Jiu says. Grandpa Jiu promises you, once you've mastered it, I'll tell you how useful it is!" Grandpa Jiu readily assured Ah Yu.
"Okay, tomorrow I'll go count ants with you! -- Where?" Ah Yu swallowed a mouthful of chicken, asking Grandpa Jiu indistinctly.
"Hehe, I've found a great place, there are so many ants there!" Grandpa Jiu stroked his beard and smiled.
"Oh. Don't worry, Grandpa Jiu, I'll definitely be able to count them!" Ah Yu's eyes then fixed on a chicken foot in the bowl.
"But that's not all! You also have to count how many legs all the ants have to pass!" Grandpa Jiu watched Ah Yu eat, smiling as he subtly added to the challenge.
"What?" Ah Yu dropped the chicken claw he had just grabbed! He wondered if he had misheard.
"Yes, you also have to count how many legs those ants have!" Uncle Jiu emphasized again, leaving no room for argument.
"That...that's impossible..." Ah Yu immediately lost his appetite, and his voice became much lower.
"What's impossible about it? Do you remember when Uncle Jiu first asked you to count the tiles, bamboo poles, and grass, didn't you say it was impossible every time? But in the end, didn't you count them all?" Uncle Jiu shook his head, denying his doubts.
"But those are all dead..." As soon as the words left his mouth, Ah Yu knew he had made a mistake, because the duck was alive, wasn't it? He had counted it too, hadn't he? Thinking of this, he suddenly fell silent.
Jiu Gong seemed to have seen through his thoughts and smiled kindly, "Hard work pays off. As long as you concentrate on it, you will definitely succeed—you must believe in your own abilities! Remember that?" When he said the last sentence, his voice became louder, as if to boost his confidence.
Ah Yu raised her face and looked into Grandpa Jiu's exceptionally bright eyes, which were far beyond her years. Infected by the confidence emanating from those eyes, she nodded heavily without realizing it and said firmly, "I know! Whatever Grandpa Jiu asks Ah Yu to do, Ah Yu can definitely do it!"
Grandpa Jiu nodded as well, and then said, "Hurry up and eat! I still have homework for you to do after you finish eating!"
Hearing that there was homework, Ah Yu immediately perked up, quickly wiping her mouth with her sleeve and excitedly asking, "What homework?"
It turned out that the homework Grandpa Jiu always asked Ah Yu to do was some strange and unusual things. Besides counting things, there were other games, such as listening to sounds with your eyes closed, smelling scents with your nose closed, and so on—sometimes Ah Yu felt like she was developing a dog's nose!
In fact, what Grandpa Jiu wanted to teach Ah Yu was exactly what a lively young girl's active nature was like, which is why Ah Yu found these activities, which adults would consider boring and irrelevant, to be so interesting.
"Today I'm going to have you lift two pieces of paper with both hands! By the way, have you done all the exercises I asked you to do?" Jiu Gong said, stating the task he wanted A Yu to complete today.
"Yes! I did it all! When I caught those two pheasants, they were still moving around! But I knew their weight as soon as I grabbed them! Including feathers, one weighed seven catties and two ounces and five mace, and the other nine catties and one ounce and seven mace! I secretly weighed them on the scale, and they were accurate to the last detail!" A-Yu proudly declared his abilities.
"Hmm, not bad! Okay, now close your eyes and place your hands flat on the table—" Uncle Jiu nodded approvingly at him, then instructed him to do as he said.
A-Yu quickly placed his hands as Uncle Jiu instructed and then closed his eyes—he had no intention of peeking; he was confident he could do it!
Without examining him, Jiu Gong took two thin pieces of paper he had prepared beforehand from between the pages of a book on the couch, and gently placed them in A Yu's palms, which were resting on the table. He then said to him, "Alright, tell me, which piece of paper is heavier in your palms?"
A Yu hurriedly and gently moved his hands up and down, but the paper, as thin as a cicada's wing, was almost imperceptible to him. It couldn't be measured by weights like "jin," "liang," or "qian," so how could he possibly tell? In his haste, sweat poured from his entire body.
"No! It's impossible to feel it!" He finally gave up trying, opened his eyes, and shook his head at Jiu Gong.
"Really?" Old Master Jiu looked on with a smile, his eyes full of mischief. "But I can tell!" He placed the two pieces of paper in his palm, weighed them briefly, and said, "Here, the one in my left hand is lighter."
"You...you're lying to me! We didn't even weigh them, how can you say the one in your left hand is lighter?" A-Yu exclaimed in disbelief, because the two pieces of paper looked almost the same size.
"That's simple. Can you make a mark? Then see if I can always correctly identify the paper you marked. If I do, it means I really know which paper is heavier—how about that?" Old Master Jiu finally offered him a more reasonable method of judgment.
A-Yu, of course, didn't believe he was that capable. However, the old man's method wasn't bad; as long as he made a mark, it would be immediately clear which one was real and which one was fake!
He immediately sprang into action, first removing the two pieces of paper, then wrapping a black cloth tightly around Jiu Gong's eyes, making sure no one was blindfolded. Next, he almost imperceptibly dabbed a speck of dirt from the table crevices onto one of the papers, and finally carefully placed the two papers in Jiu Gong's palms respectively.
"Alright! Jiu Gong, guess!" A Yu said confidently—he believed Jiu Gong would never guess which paper was marked.
"Alright? Then I'll tell you—and it's not a guess—it's the one on the left that's marked!" Jiu Gong said confidently.
A Yu was stunned!
How could that be? Did he see it?
A Yu quickly stepped forward and carefully checked the cloth bandage again, confirming that there was no problem, then removed the paper and put it back on.
"Okay! Jiu Gong, guess again!" This time his confidence wasn't so high.
"Ha, this time it's the one on the right!" Jiu Gong laughed and accurately named the marked paper again.
This time, Ayu really got serious and decided to try several more times!
However, no matter what he did—rolling the two pieces of paper into balls and unfolding them repeatedly—it was all in vain. Every time, Jiu Gong could easily name the piece of paper he had marked.
Facts speak louder than words. Ayu was completely convinced. After unblinding Jiu Gong's eyes, he sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed, saying nothing.
Jiu Gong knew the little guy's pride had been severely wounded, and couldn't help but stroke his head tenderly, saying, "It's alright, Ayu, he actually did very well!" Seeing him still silent, he comforted him further, "Do you know, when Jiu Gong was your age, he didn't know anything! You know so much now. If you reach Jiu Gong's age—no, you don't need to reach Jiu Gong's age, just one or two years later, you'll surpass Jiu Gong!"
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felt a little better, but was still somewhat skeptical: "Are you serious?"
Grandpa Jiu shook his head and smiled, "Of course! I'm just afraid that when you surpass Grandpa Jiu, you won't ignore this old geezer anymore! Hehe..."
Ayu quickly argued, "What are you saying! I've already said I'll take care of you in your old age—besides, I was like this even before you taught me these things!"
Seeing his face flushed red with anxiety, Grandpa Jiu couldn't bear to tease him any longer, so he took one of his little hands and said affectionately, "Of course I know, Ayu is a good child, Grandpa Jiu was just joking with you!"
"Oh—by the way, how do you manage to be right every time?" Curiosity is a child's nature, and Ayu's attention quickly returned to the two pieces of paper.
"It's actually quite simple. Just follow the method I taught you and practice accordingly—but you need to change the objects frequently, don't always use the same ones. You need to use both light and heavy objects, so that you can achieve a state of balance between lightness and heaviness."
"Oh..." A-Yu nodded, still somewhat confused about what this state of being was called.
"In short, you need to be mindful in life. You can use anything to practice. As long as you keep practicing, you'll naturally become like Master Jiu!" Master Jiu encouraged A-Yu with a smile.
"Okay! I know! By the way, Master Jiu, aren't you going to practice calligraphy today?" A-Yu became lively.
"No need. Don't always need me by your side to learn. You can study by yourself even without Master Jiu around! By the way, do you recognize all the characters in those books?" Master Jiu said, pulling out a stack of books from beside his pillow.
"I recognize them all. What, do you want to read something new today?" A-Yu, with sharp eyes, immediately recognized that the books Master Jiu was holding were ones he hadn't read before.
"Have you memorized the original ones?" Jiu Gong gently stroked the book in his hand.
"Yes, I've memorized them all, Jiu Gong. Do I need to memorize something new?" A Yu noticed that the cover had a few archaic characters—"The Subtle Theory of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements by the Yellow Emperor and Qi Bo.
" "No need! You just need to understand it, but it would be even better if you could memorize it—it's getting late, go home quickly!" Jiu Gong saw that the light outside the window was already quite dim, so he told A Yu to hurry home.
"Okay! I'm going now!—Goodbye, Jiu Gong!" A Yu agreed and walked out of the room, saying goodbye to Jiu Gong at the door.
The bright moonlight shone through the sparse bamboo leaves onto a vertical stone wall, casting dappled and shimmering shadows.
A Yu clung tightly to the stone wall, now positioned in the upper middle of the wall. If someone were to see this, they would be astonished—how could someone cling to such a smooth, vertical stone surface?
A Yu's naked body was pressed perfectly against the stone wall. He was sensing with every muscle in his body the seemingly smooth stone wall, yet it actually had imperceptible undulations and unevenness.
Slowly, starting from the center, he gradually relaxed the strength of his muscles towards both ends until his entire weight was borne by his hands and feet. After a brief rest, he took a slight breath and released the support from his feet—now his entire body weight was borne by his two hands, which were tightly clinging to the stone wall.
He silently recited an incantation, transferring all his focus to his hands. As he circulated his qi, a faint, metallic sheen appeared on the surface of his hands.
After a while, he began to move, slowly climbing upwards with alternating hands. This part was clearly more strenuous than the beginning, because he had to pause and rest after each step, and the intervals between each climb became longer as the distance increased.
Finally, he reached the top of the stone wall.
Clinging to the top of the nearly four-meter-high wall, A-Yu felt a surge of emotion—he had finally succeeded! He had finally achieved what Jiu Gong had described: climbing the wall using only his two hands—even if it was only a small part of the wall.
He lightly braced his right toes against the wall, simultaneously releasing his hands, and his entire body fell diagonally from mid-air. But the instant his toes touched the ground, all the muscles in his body contracted from his toes upwards, and every joint from his legs to his spine rippled and vibrated under the pull of the surrounding muscles. With the precise, rapid, and orderly distribution of power within his body, he landed safely on the ground in a fraction of a second. His body only bent slightly; if one were not paying attention, he could almost be considered to have landed upright. The powerful impact of falling from a height of four meters had been completely dissipated within his body.
"It seems my 'Chaos Technique' has taken another step forward!" A-Yu thought to himself with secret joy. Thinking this, he dressed, his eyes gently closed, his armpits slightly open, carefully feeling the cool breeze caressing every pore of his body.
Ever since A-Yu was old enough to understand, he had been constantly practicing the "Chaos Technique" under the tutelage of Master Jiu.
According to Master Jiu, the "Chaos Technique" was created by a disciple of a great hero named Du Xinwu during the late Qing Dynasty. Master Jiu's ancestor had a life-or-death friendship with the disciple's successor, which is how he learned the "Chaos Technique."
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The essence of the "Chaos Technique" is to train the human nervous system to be highly sensitive to various internal and external stimuli and changes, and to control and avoid them accordingly. These internal and external changes include cold, heat, lightness, heaviness, intensity, and direction.
According to the "Chaos Technique," people originally lived in a state of "confusion" and "chaos," with only a superficial understanding of the outside world and themselves. The "Chaos Technique" aims to awaken people from this state of confusion and ignorance. To truly reach the Mahayana state of chaos, one must have a complete and thorough understanding of the subtle changes in the external world through the "Chaos Technique." This process is divided into several stages: "coarse and dull – clear awareness – pointless clear awareness – self-control from the heart."
In its rudimentary form, the practice of the "Chaos Technique" can at least allow one to perceive changes in their physical condition, offering significant therapeutic benefits. At a more advanced level, it can be highly effective in self-defense. However, the "Chaos Technique" is essentially a simple qigong exercise, with little involvement in martial arts. According to Jiu Gong's ancestors' later speculation, there was likely a martial arts routine that complemented the "Chaos Technique," but the person who taught it, due to sect rules, did not impart the martial arts techniques, only the qigong method, for Jiu Gong's ancestors' longevity and health maintenance.
However, from Jiu Gong's words, A Yu learned that thanks to the "Chaos Technique," Jiu Gong's ancestors all lived to a very long age; it is said that, excluding those who died young due to war, the longest-lived lived to be over 120 years old.
However, despite telling Ah Yu so many stories about the "Chaos Technique," Jiu Gong never revealed his own origins, only saying that the scenery and climate here were excellent, and he had chosen this place to retire. As Ah Yu grew older and more sensible, he began to doubt this excuse, but out of respect and affection for Jiu Gong, he never thought about it too deeply.
"Whoosh—" A gust of night wind swept past the top of the bamboo forest, and Ah Yu clearly felt the gentle breeze on his body intensify. He opened his eyes and looked up in the direction from which the night wind was coming.
—Six hundred and twenty-one leaves!
In the blink of an eye, the number appeared in his mind as the leaves of a lone bamboo swaying in the wind.
His heart skipped a beat!
Whenever he could generate such a number so easily, he knew he would never miscount! He was overjoyed!
You see, counting bamboo leaves in the night breeze, fluttering and swaying, is far more difficult than counting ducks during the day! Yet, I was able to count the exact number of leaves the moment my gaze fell upon them, as if they were still objects. This meant I had reached the ultimate visual realm described by Master Jiu as "eyes that remain in the mirror."
According to Master Jiu, the "Chaos Technique" is basically divided into six realms based on the six senses of the human body: sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and thought. These six realms have a unified name: "Six Knowledges of Chaos." In terms of sight, the highest level of "Six Knowledges of Chaos" is "eyes that remain in the mirror"; in terms of hearing, the highest level is "hearing the sound and knowing the opportunity"; in terms of smell, it is "the celestial dog's keen nose"; in terms of taste, it is "a hundred senses intertwined"; in terms of touch, it is "objects passing through the confines of form"; and in terms of mental perception, it is "heart-to-heart correspondence."
Ayu knew he had passed the "Eye-to-Mirror Retention" stage of the "Chaos Technique." His "Object-to-Form" skill had also improved during the climbing practice. It could be said that his training tonight had been very effective.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He took two quick steps to a bamboo stalk, closed his eyes, and pressed his ear against the smooth, cool bamboo stalk—
567…no, it should be…560…
Sigh! Still not right!
Ayu sighed, opened his eyes, and glanced upwards—
569.
It should be 569 bamboo leaves; he had misheard.
He thought for a moment, silently circulating the "Chaos Technique," concentrating all his senses on his ear, then pressed it against the surface of a nearby bamboo stalk and listened again—
hmm, it was 536!
He glanced at it immediately, and the image that lingered in his mind for that instant was as clear as if it were imprinted in a mirror, confirming the correctness of the number.
Although the answer was correct, he still shook his head. You see, he had listened intently with all his senses to discern this, not yet reaching the level of effortless "knowing the meaning from the sound."
He sighed again and decided to go home and sleep, waiting until tomorrow—no, it was already past midnight, he should wait until dawn—to practice more diligently.
Back home, his mother was already fast asleep.
He tiptoed to his bed, removed his clothes and shoes, and lay down, completely relaxed.
He began his routine "Chaos Technique" true qi circulation. Tonight's feeling was indeed different from before. As he relaxed and sensed
the flow of true qi within his body, he pondered to himself. Ayu felt that the warm current in his meridians was no longer fluctuating in strength or speed as usual, but maintained a steady flow, seemingly flowing automatically without his guidance. Although not very strong, it also didn't sometimes stagnate or become a trickle, as usual. It simply maintained a steady, moderate flow.
He didn't know if this was good or bad, but following Master Jiu's instructions, he didn't pay much attention to the phenomenon and let it develop as it pleased. He figured he'd find out by asking Master Jiu when it got light. And so, as he usually did during his practice, he gradually drifted off to sleep…

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