"Yebro, come and take my pulse." Zhuo Yang and Taoist Jing Feng had a sudden idea during a chat and reached out their left hand.

"Okay." The Taoist priest nodded quickly, wiped his right hand on the white Taoist robe, and then picked up the small pillow on the sofa and put it on Zhuo Yang. Then he gently put three fingers on it.

Forty years ago, Zhuo Yang's grandmother went to the market in Xi'an. In the toilet in the corner of the market, she found an abandoned baby boy wrapped in a swaddling clothes. The little guy was lying in a smelly dry toilet.

I cried but didn't make a fuss, but just looked at the world curiously with my black eyes.

The Bodhisattva-hearted grandmother asked the child in the market for a whole day, but she didn't find the little guy's parents and family, so she took him back to the village. There was no clue. The grandmother was an educated person.

I felt sorry for this little guy who was abandoned by my parents, so I temporarily called him "Wuji", hoping that he would be free from illness, disaster, and carefree throughout his life. After drinking the rice soup and goat milk from Lao Zhuo's family for a few days, the village

The branch secretary brought Ye Lao Man from the village to visit the door.

Ye Lao Man is in his forties and has never been married for half his life without children. After his father and mother died, he was the only one left in the family. This is a single family. Yes, it comes from the change of surnames of the Yelu clan of the Khitans in ancient times, in Guanzhong, Shaanxi.

There are a small number of Ya surnames in northern Shaanxi. The purpose of Ye Lao Men came to Zhuo’s family is very obvious. He wanted to adopt this child and inherit his family.

Although Ye Lao Man was a little poor, he was very honest. Besides, there were no rich people in that era. They were all villagers in the same village, and they knew each other well. Grandpa and grandma agreed to Ye Lao Man’s begging. From then on, they were young and unreliable.

Just have your surname.

Six years later, Zhuo Yang's grandfather and grandmother unfortunately died in order to protect the students in the school in the sudden mountain torrent. Ye Wuji was the youngest among those students.

Ye Wuji is a very introverted and even a little withdrawn child. Sometimes he can't say a few words all day long, and he can't beat a single fart with three sticks. His favorite thing is to sit by the small river and look at the entrance of the mountain valley.

In a daze in the direction.

Moreover, he is a very stupid child. He still doesn't understand the addition and subtraction within ten when he is in the third grade of elementary school. However, Ye Wuji is never naughty, nor does he cause trouble, which makes Ye Lao dull very worry-free.

Ye Wuji, who went to junior high school, became even more listening to books. His studies were so bad that every teacher had no hope for him, and let him sleep every day in class. At the age of thirteen, he went to junior high school

The second Ye Wuji became an orphan again. When his adoptive father, Ye Lao Man, who had loved him for thirteen years, was unloading the truck on the material field, the hemp rope that tied the wood suddenly broke, and Ye Lao Man was pinched by the huge rolled log on the spot.

Broken head.

The villagers are so quaint, and Ye Wuji knew that he had picked it up since he was a child, but the people in the village were simple and kind. Everyone arranged to comfort Ye Wuji: if you eat it in the village, you will be so

With you, the house and land of the family belong to you. We will not agree to anyone who wants to bully you.

After guarding the adoptive father for his seventies, Ye Wuji told the villagers: I want to find my biological parents. So, he disappeared without a single person, and from then on, he had no news.

Until four years later, Ye Wuji, who had grown into a big boy, appeared in the village again wearing a tattered Taoist robe. On the day he came back, Zhuo Yang was born in Shaanxi Provincial Maternal and Child Hospital in Houzaimen, Xi'an.

Ye Wuji bought out the land left by his adoptive father, sold the house and homestead, and used the money he had received to ask someone to rebuild Liuxian Temple in the valley. Ye Wuji claimed that he had traveled all over the world for four years and got it.

The emperor of the Yiyushan School was preached by the Xuanyishi, and the Tao was named Jingfeng.

But this set of arguments cannot be proved, and Jing Feng did not bother to show anyone evidence. He said yes. Wang Chuyi is one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, the apprentice of Wang Chongyang, the ancestor of Quanzhen Taoism, and the ancestral courtyard of Quanzhen Sect is in Xi'an

Huxian, the Shaanxi Taoist Association does not recognize such an inexplicable descendant of Yuyangzi who suddenly appeared, nor does Quanzhen Sect admit it.

Jing Feng didn't care whether they admitted it or not. In fact, except for the shabby Taoist robe on her body and the plaque of "Liuxian Temple", Jing Feng neither opened an altar to preach, nor did he practice elixirs and practiced scriptures. There was a worshiper in the temple.

There was no statue of the god. He just started working there every day, rested at sunset, and opened the slopes of the forest to grow vegetables and food. Jing Feng was actually a farmer living in seclusion in the mountains.

The seventy-two valleys on the northern slope of the Qinling Mountains are said to have gods and immortals in the early years. After liberation, they are not allowed to become spirits. Now there are no gods, but there are abandoned temples, temples and temples everywhere. In recent years, some clever people have found local villages.

I took out two or three thousand bags of an abandoned temple, and found someone who knew how to tell fortunes about Liuyao. After a year, I cheated two or three million from Xi'an people, just like playing.

But Jing Feng never tells fortunes or draws talismans, and there is no incense in the temple. He is just a farmer. The people in the village pity him and often sends some food, rice, oil and salt to help him. Zhuo Tongtong also bought two dairy sheep to deliver them. For these, Jing

He didn't refuse or thank him any time. He continued to send him there, and no one gave him a gift and never asked for it. It was really a silence, so he dug wild vegetables in the mountains to pick fruits to deal with the life.

Zhuo Tongtong once asked him: "Master Taoist, if you don't practice Taoism or preach, then where is your Tao?"

"The way is in my heart."

"Why do you want to escape here?"

"I am waiting for my destiny and my mission." Jing Feng said.

"Master Taoist, you are a strange man, Wuji Wuji, you are Wuji Taoist Taoist, Wuji Taoist."

Over time, everyone found that although Jing Feng was less talkative, he never lie, and he was very reliable when talking. What's more amazing is that Taoist Jing Feng was very proficient in taking pulses and treating patients. Gradually, he stayed at the immortals to observe Taoist Jing Feng.

Rumors of excellent medical skills spread wildly.

But the Taoist priest has his own rules: no visit, no charges, no medicine. Anyone who wants to see a doctor will come to Liuxianguan by himself. He does not provide door-to-door services and never refuses people who come to ask for medical treatment. Good people, bad people, monsters, monsters, ghosts and monsters are equal.

.After looking, hearing, asking and touching, Principal Jing Feng prescribes a prescription, and then believe it or not, if you believe it, go to the pharmacy in the city to grab medicine. If you don’t believe it, throw the prescription as waste paper. He doesn’t care, and you will still come back.

I will still take your pulse.

Over time, many people who received the favor of Taoist Jing Feng's brilliant medical skills were unhappy, so they took the initiative to come to pay incense, incense, oil, and even a good man brought a statue of the god from other abandoned Taoist temples. They placed it in the Liuxian Temple.

Pretending to show off, so that the people who come to worship incense have an excuse. Taoist Jing Feng did not refuse these things, just like his calm and gentle manner. In this way, the hard life in Guanli finally improved.

I also have a new Taoist robe to wear.

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Taoist Jing Feng closed his eyes and gently placed his three fingers on Zhuo Yang's left wrist. After Zhuo Yang and his sister calmed down their condensation, the Taoist priest changed Zhuo Yang's right wrist and continued to graft the pulse.

Although he knew that the person in front of him was skillful in medical skills, Zhuo Yang did not think he could diagnose his strange disease. After all, the well-known Milan laboratory was helpless, let alone some metaphysical Chinese medicine. But now he is idle, and there is no need to worry about it.

If you don’t have dates, you can beat three poles.

Another minute later, Taoist Master Jing Feng opened his eyes and slowly withdrew his fingers.

"How is it? Ye Ge, are I wrong?" Although I didn't believe it, Zhuo Yang still had some expectations.
Chapter completed!