Golden Greenery

After so many years, Jing Feng Taoist Master Ye Wuji's superb medical skills have become famous far and wide. From high-ranking officials and rich people to common people, countless people have been rejuvenated by his wonderful hands. Even many people from outside the country come here to seek medical treatment. inquiry. Although the Taoist Association and Quanzhen Sect have never recognized Jing Feng's Taoist identity and status, almost everyone in Xi'an knows that there is a living god in Liuxian Temple.

Because he does not charge money for medical treatment, and especially has a reputation of never lying to others, Taoist Master Jing Feng's character has been respected by his neighbors and all walks of life. Those who have the ability rebuilt the temple for Liuxian Temple. Although it still has six or seven huts, the blue bricks, green tiles and high windows make it look like a fairy home.

Someone funded the construction of a pedestrian trail from the entrance of the valley to Liuxian Temple, making it easier for the Taoist priests to climb up the steps and enter and exit the mountain. Some people set up electric poles from far down the mountain and pulled the wires into the temple. Others dug culverts from the mountain springs to bury water pipes, eliminating the need for Taoist priests to carry water along the mountain walls every day. At night, Taoist priest Jing Feng can leisurely watch Hollywood shootout DVDs while the fully automatic washing machine is happily rubbing the Taoist robes.

There are also people who hire people to carry rice, flour, oil and seasonal vegetables into the mountains on a regular basis every month. As a result, the Taoist priest cannot eat that much, which also causes a waste of food and piles of garbage in Liuxian Temple. Therefore, those who are powerless and have no money, those poor people who have received favors from the Taoist Priest, will always come to Liuxian Temple to clean the inside and outside of their own accord. The women will take the trouble to unpack and wash the bedding for the Taoist Priest, and the fine and neat stitches will be left behind. Inside the cotton wool, it can’t be seen from the outside at all.

With fame, life has become more comfortable, but Jing Feng is still the same Jing Feng, and the Taoist priest is as taciturn as ever. In addition to treating people, he still grows vegetables and grains in his spare time, raises chickens and eggs, raises sheep and drinks goat's milk, living in peace with the world without any desire or pursuit. The first three rules for treating people are still the same. There is no distinction between rich and poor, just first come, first served. With fame and reputation, no one dares to break his rules, and arousing public outrage is no joke.

Such a person, even if he does not dare to claim to be a miracle doctor or a god, is definitely worthy of a profound saying. But even so, Zhuo Yang didn't have much hope that he could find out the details of his 'strange disease'.

Sure enough, Jing Feng smiled and said: "You don't have any diseases, you are very healthy."

Sister Zhuo Qiu, who looked a little nervous, was a little disappointed when she heard this. Zhuo Yang was fine, as he expected, and continued chatting with Jing Feng.

Before studying abroad, when Zhuoyang followed his father back to the village, he would often take time to visit Liuxian for a while. After entering high school, there were many times when he took Haiyang and his friends on bicycles to go hiking in the mountains. Every time Jing Feng saw him coming, he changed his silent and dull look and became very happy. He always brought out his best things to entertain Zhuo Yang, and he had been like this since he was very young.

Before and after running, it was no longer entertaining, it could be called serving. Everyone can see that Jing Feng is respectful to Zhuo Yang, and he never tries to hide it. Dad Zhuo Tongtong was surprised at first why he was like this. What could a little kid deserve to be respected by a living god? Jing Feng never explained, he went his own way and remained respectful.

For example, when Zhuo Yang served him tea, Jing Feng would definitely stand up and bend down to take it with both hands. If it were anyone else, if the Taoist priest was slumped on the sofa without moving at all and only giving him a sideways glance, it would be considered as giving you face.

Even though he was puzzled, Jing Feng's reputation for character accumulated over the years, coupled with his observation, also revealed that he indeed had no intentions towards Zhuo Yang, and his eyes could not deceive others. Zhuo Tongtong just let him go, and Zhuo Yang certainly didn't care.

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"Brother Ye, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why didn't you let him come with you today?" Zhuo Yang asked Taoist Master Jing Feng.

"Someone will go to Guanli to offer incense on New Year's Day, and I will ask him to keep watch in the mountains."

Xiu Xiu is Jing Feng's apprentice and is twenty-seven years old. Speaking of Jing Feng accepting this apprentice, it is also a strange story, and it made the world's sense of Jing Feng completely new. That was ten years ago.

The folk customs in Guanzhong, Shaanxi are fierce and martial. Ten years ago, the public security in Xi'an was very poor.

It is common for idle scoundrels to cause harm to the countryside. Also in the south of Xi'an, in the next county, there is an undisciplined young gangster, nicknamed Erhu. He is seventeen years old, tall and strong, and he can steal a 125 motorcycle. He can't pick the lock, but can tie him up with a rope and carry him on his back. Carry it away.

Erhu's parents divorced when he was young. After he had a stepmother, no one restrained him anymore. He had been fighting and stealing since he was a child, and going to and from the juvenile detention center was a common occurrence. The family no longer cared about him and kicked him out, leaving him to fend for himself. From then on, the two tigers wandered the streets and began their career of causing trouble in the countryside.

On this day, Erhu, who had just been released from the half-year labor camp in Luyang Salt Field, had no income. He heard that there was a very wealthy Liuxian Temple twenty miles to the west. There was only a thin Taoist priest in the temple, so he cherished the idea of ​​self-control. The three-section whip came over.

It was an afternoon and Jing Feng was tidying up his vegetable garden. Er Hu walked in and directly put a steel whip to his throat and demanded money. When Jing Feng saw him, his eyes lit up and he immediately smiled. This smile triggered a sharp whip with a steel whip, and Jing Feng was beaten to a bloody head.

The stupid kid who did all kinds of evil would not worry about a human life at all. Seeing no one around, he was about to be killed. At this moment, Zhang Genxue, the coach of the Shaanxi Province Sanda Team, led four team members into the mountain to burn incense at Liuxian Temple.

Zhang Genxue was born in a military reconnaissance company, and his skills are unpredictable. A few years later, he served as the first head coach of the Chinese National Sanda Team and trained many Sanda champions. Liu Hailong, Bao Ligao, Bian Maofu, Zhang Kaiyin and other king-level players were all his players, and he was known as the "Chinese Sanda Master" .

Speaking of which, Zhang Genxue and Zhuo Yang are quite close, but they have never dealt with each other. Uncle Li from the military sports teaching and research office of the courtyard who taught Zhuo Yang Kung Fu, Zhang Genxue was considered his eldest disciple, and Zhuo Yang was equivalent to Uncle Li's close disciple.

Zhang Genxue once suffered from severe erosive chronic gastric ulcer. After many treatments failed, Taoist priest Jing Feng prescribed three prescriptions and the root of the disease was eliminated. Martial people are all good at drinking. Now Coach Zhang can drink as much as he wants with his friends every day, without the pain of death as before when he touches alcohol.

Coach Zhang was so angry when he saw what he saw in front of him that he almost tore the two tigers into pieces. If Taoist Master Jing Feng hadn't stopped him, Zhang Genxue and his disciples would have been cruel enough to beat the two tigers alive and bury them in the deep. In the mountains.

Erhu was taken to the Chengguan Police Station in Shanxia County, where he was beaten again. The director was also a person who had received favor from Jing Feng, as was the director's mother. Just when Erhu was about to be sent to the city bureau and given a serious sentence this time, Jing Feng, whose head was wrapped like an Arab's, came.

"This man has a destiny, give him to me, I will accept him as my disciple."

Everyone was shocked. If the two of them killed the Taoist priest again alone in the mountains, they would regret it.

"It's okay. Uncuff him."

Jing Feng threw the three-section whip to Er Hu, found a boning knife from the kitchen of the police station, and threw it to him as well.

"Because you have a destiny, I want to accept you as my disciple, so I just received a beating from you. Now, you can start over."

Erhu was the kind of ruthless character who would never give in as long as he couldn't be beaten to death. Hearing this, he immediately picked up the boning knife and rushed over. ‘bia! ’ In the blink of an eye, he was slapped by Jing Feng and pinned against the wall three meters away.

It was an eye-opener for everyone present. No one thought that the thin Jing Feng could have such skills.

"It's not up to you. Whether you want to or not, you have to be my apprentice today."

After sticking it on the wall seven or eight times, Erhu, who was covered with bruises, lost all strength and limped back to Liuxian Temple with his master. From then on, Jing Feng had a disciple who was big and round but well-behaved and docile, and had a correct Taoist code.

Of course things were not that simple. Later someone asked Jing Feng how he made Er Hu completely come back to his heart, but Jing Feng was unwilling to answer because he never lied. Some people who saw it occasionally said that Erhu was hung from a tree and beaten for a whole month.

Xiu Taoist was a few years older than Zhuoyang, but under the instructions of his master, he properly called Zhuoyang - uncle from the beginning.

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After seeing off Taoist Master Jing Feng and eating dumplings at noon, my father had to drive Zhuoyang and his brother to Xi'an Xianyang International Airport in person. With this gone, has the source of Zhuoyang's "strange disease" been eliminated? There are too many people who are looking forward to this. His health not only affects his own football career, but also affects AC Milan's long-term plans, and even affects the ups and downs of world football.

However, no one expected that during Zhuo Yang's trip to the United States, the test results would be so unexpected.

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