Golden Greenery

Brother Ye, come and feel my pulse. "Zhuoyang had a whim while chatting with Taoist Master Jing Feng and stretched out his left hand.

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

Forty years ago, Zhuo Yang's grandmother went to the market in Xi'an City and found an abandoned baby boy wrapped in swaddling clothes in the toilet in the corner of the market. The little guy was lying in the smelly dry toilet, not crying or fussing, but looking curiously at the world with his dark eyes.

The bodhisattva-hearted grandma held the child in the market for a whole day and asked about it. She couldn't find the little guy's parents and family, so she took him back to the village. There is no clue about the nameless person. Grandma is a literate person. She feels very sorry for this little guy who was abandoned by his parents, so she temporarily calls him "Wuji" and hopes that he will be free from illness and disaster for the rest of his life. After Xiao Wuji drank rice soup and goat milk from Lao Zhuo's family for a few days, the village party secretary came to visit with the village elder.

Ye Laomen is in his forties. He has never been married and has no children for half his life. After the death of his father and mother, he is the only one left in the family. This is a single household. Ye, comes from the surname of the Yelu clan of the ancient Khitan people. There are a small number of Ye surnames in Guanzhong and northern Shaanxi. Ye Laomen's purpose in coming to Zhuo's house was obvious. He wanted to adopt this child and inherit his family.

Although Ye Laomen was poor, he was very honest. Besides, there were no rich people in that era. They were all fellow villagers in the same village and knew each other well, so their grandfather and grandmother agreed to Ye Laomen's request. From then on, Xiao Wuji took the surname Ye.

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

Ye Wuji is a very introverted and even a bit lonely child. Sometimes he can't say more than two words all day long, and he can't beat a fart with three sticks. His favorite thing to do is to sit alone by the river and look at the valleys in the mountains. Direction in a daze.

Moreover, he is still a very stupid child. Even in the third grade of elementary school, he still cannot understand addition and subtraction within ten. However, Ye Wuji was never naughty or troublesome, which made Ye Laomen very worry-free.

When Ye Wuji entered junior high school, he became a scholastic, a mess in his studies, and every teacher had long since given up hope on him, leaving him to sleep in class every day. At the age of thirteen, Ye Wuji, who was in the second grade of junior high school, became an orphan again. His adoptive father, Ye Laoman, who had loved him for thirteen years, was unloading a truck in the yard when the hemp rope tying the wood suddenly broke and Ye Laoman was killed. The huge rolling log crushed his head on the spot.

The people in the village were talkative, and Ye Wuji knew that he was picked up since he was a child. However, the people in the village were also honest and kind. Everyone worked hard to bury Ye Lao in peace, and then comforted Ye Wuji: If there is something to eat in the village, it will be As long as you are here, the house and land of the Ye family belong to you. We will not agree to anyone who wants to bully you.

After watching Qiqi for his adoptive father, Ye Wuji told the villagers: I want to find my biological parents. So, without anyone noticing, he disappeared and has not been heard from since.

It was not until the summer four years later that Ye Wuji, who had grown into a young man, appeared in the village again wearing a tattered Taoist robe. On the day he came back, Zhuo Yang was born in the Shaanxi Provincial Maternity and Children's Hospital in Houzaimen, Xi'an City.

Ye Wuji leased out the land left by his adoptive father, sold the house and homestead, and used the money in exchange to hire someone to rebuild the Liuxian Temple in the valley. Ye Wuji claimed that he had traveled far and wide in the past four years and obtained the teaching of Xuanyi from Yuyangziwangchuyishan sect, whose name was Jingfeng.

But there was no way to prove this theory, and Jing Feng didn't bother to show anyone evidence, so he just said it was true. Wang Chuyi is one of the Seven Quanzhen Sons and the disciple of Wang Chongyang, the founder of Quanzhen Taoism. The ancestral home of Quanzhen Sect is in Hu County, Xi'an. Regarding the sudden appearance of such an inexplicable successor of Yuyangzi, the Shaanxi Taoist Association It is not recognized at all, and neither is the Quanzhen Religion.

Jing Feng didn't care whether they admitted it or not. In fact, except for the shabby Taoist robe on his body and the plaque of 'Liuxian Temple',

Jing Feng neither opened an altar to preach, nor practiced elixirs or scriptures, and there was not even a statue of a god in the temple. He only works there every day from sunrise to sunset, planting vegetables and food on the slopes of the forest. Jing Feng is actually a farmer who lives in seclusion in the mountains to escape the world.

It is said that in the early years there were immortals in the 72 Valleys on the northern slope of the Qinling Mountains. After liberation, they were not allowed to become immortals. Now the immortals are gone, but there are abandoned temples and nunneries everywhere. In recent years, some clever people have found local villages, paid two to three thousand for an abandoned temple, and then found someone who can tell fortunes with six lines, and they have defrauded Xi'an people out of two to three million in a year, just like a joke.

But Jing Feng never calculates divination or draws talismans, and there is no incense in the temple. He is just a farmer. People in the village felt pity for him and often sent him some firewood, rice, oil and salt. Zhuo Tongtong even bought two dairy goats for him. For these, Jing Feng neither refused nor thanked him. He took them as soon as they were given to him, and never asked for them when no one gave them to him. When I was really at a loss, I spent my days digging wild vegetables and picking fruits in the mountains.

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

"The Word is in me."

"Why do you want to hide here?"

"I'm waiting, waiting for my destiny, my mission." Jing Feng said.

"Taoist Priest, you are a strange person, Wuji Wuji, you are the Taoist Wuji, Taoist Priest Wuji."

As time went by, everyone discovered that although Jing Feng talked little, he never lied to others and was very reliable in what he said. What’s even more amazing is that Taoist Master Jing Feng is very proficient in taking pulses and treating patients. Gradually, rumors spread like wildfire that the Taoist priest Liuxian Guanjingfeng had excellent medical skills.

But the Taoist priest has his own rules: no clinic visits, no fees, and no selling of medicine. Anyone who wants to see a doctor can come to Liuxian Temple by himself. He does not provide door-to-door services and never refuses people who come to seek medical treatment. He treats good and bad people equally, and treats monsters and ghosts equally. After a lot of listening and questioning, Taoist Master Jing Feng prescribes a prescription, and whether you believe it or not, you go to the drug store in the city to get some medicine. If you don’t believe it, you just throw the prescription away as waste paper. He doesn’t care, and you will do the same when you come back next time. Take your pulse.

As time went by, many people who had benefited from Taoist Master Jing Feng’s superb medical skills felt sorry for themselves, so they took the initiative to offer incense, incense, oil, and money. Some good-hearted people moved a statue of an unknown deity from another abandoned Taoist temple and placed it in Liuxian Temple. Pretending to give people who come to worship the incense an excuse. Regarding these, Taoist Master Jing Feng did not refuse, just like his calm and calm demeanor. After this, the poor life in Guanli finally improved, and the Taoist priest also had a new Taoist robe to wear.

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Taoist priest Jing Feng closed his eyes and placed three fingers gently on Zhuo Yang's left wrist. After Zhuo Yang and his sister calmed down and waited for about a minute, the Taoist priest switched to Zhuo Yang's right wrist and continued to take the pulse.

Although he knew that the man in front of him had excellent medical skills, Zhuo Yang did not think that he could diagnose his strange disease. After all, the famous Milan laboratory was helpless, let alone some metaphysical Chinese medicine doctors. But being idle at the moment is also idle. If there are dates but there are no dates, there are three poles.

After another minute, Taoist Master Jing Feng opened his eyes and slowly retracted his fingers.

"How's it going? Brother Ye, is there something wrong with me?" Although he didn't quite believe it, Zhuo Yang still looked forward to it.

Taoist priest Jing Feng, Ye Wuji, smiled.

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