Monster Hunting High School

Professor Zheng jumped up in a hurry and went to the health station next to the community to call a doctor.

When he came back with the doctor, he was surprised to see that his grandson had regained consciousness and was sitting in front of Mr. Wu with a well-behaved look on his face. Mr. Wu, with a serious look on his face, slapped and beat him on the head and body.

"Sir, do you know what's wrong with my grandson?" Professor Zheng was keenly aware of something and looked excited.

Mr. Wu was silent for a long time before slowly explaining.

According to him, Zheng Qingtian was deficient in qi and blood, but had a strong spirit, which caused an imbalance of yin and yang. The yin qi rushed up, causing headaches. Originally, memorizing books and practicing calligraphy every day consumed Zheng Qing's energy, but reading and practicing calligraphy consumed Zheng Qing's energy and blood even more. Two and two subtract each other, so Zheng Qing's situation is getting worse and worse.

"Is there any way to remedy this?"

"A natural deficiency in vitality and blood cannot be compensated for by acquired medicinal stones."

"Does that mean there are other ways?"

Mr. Wu was silent.

"Sir, please save me." Professor Zheng stood up, dragged Zheng Qing to his knees, and bowed at the same time.

Mr. Wu sighed: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop."

Helping Professor Zheng up, Mr. Wu made a three-chapter agreement with him.

The first one is, it cannot be said; the second one is, the Dharma is not spread to others; the third one is, it is for the belly and not for the eyes.

The first one cannot be told, which means that Professor Zheng cannot tell anyone about his treatment. Mr. Wu said solemnly that there are some things that cannot be explained clearly.

The second law is not to spread to outsiders, which means that the treatment of diseases involves secrecy, and people in the Zheng family should not pry into it at will. Moreover, according to Mr. Wu's vague statement, he inherited a lineage of Taoism. If Zheng Qing wanted to make up for his innate deficiencies, he needed to join his own sect and accept his own discipline.

The third one is the abdomen but not the eyes. Mr. Wu said that he only treated Zheng Qing because he met him, so he wanted peace of mind and did not want to be disturbed by other patients. For the sake of the heart, not for the name. If the treatment has some effect, the Zheng family will attract other patients to disturb them, and they will have no choice but to leave early.

After stating the three requests, Mr. Wu fell silent.

Professor Zheng was still pondering, but Zheng Qing had already slapped his head for seven or eight times, calling "teacher" incessantly.

Professor Zheng pulled him up dumbfounded. After asking, he found out that Mr. Wu's massage just now was very effective. Zheng Qing seemed to have not felt that refreshing feeling for a long time. So after hearing that Mr. Wu had a way to cure his headache, he kowtowed immediately.

So the old man could only smile and nodded in agreement.

In this way, in midsummer of the year when he was eight years old, Zheng Qing became a disciple of Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu's knowledge is very extensive, including astronomy, geography, and historical encyclopedias. Whenever a customer comes to the bookstore, he can always talk about the topic for a long time. If the customer is a charming girl, Mr. Wu will not hesitate to smile and speak glibly. Make those little girls tremble.

Mr. Wu also has a wide range of hobbies. It seems that every aspect of people's lives can arouse his strong interest in playing, playing, playing, playing, calligraphy and painting, even various ball games, and even tedious chores in bookstores. So much so that Professor Zheng said with emotion, Mr. Wu is a real person.

Most importantly, Mr. Wu's treatment methods are indeed superb.

Since becoming his disciple, Zheng Qing's headache has not relapsed for a single day.

This made Professor Zheng and Zheng Qing’s parents extremely grateful. But because Mr. Wu insisted not to restrict Xiu, the Zheng family could only send some gifts during the holidays to express their gratitude.

Mr. Wu's method of treating diseases is very unique. He did not give Zheng Qing acupuncture and massage all day long, nor did he prepare Jinshi decoction for Zheng Qing. Instead, he followed Professor Zheng’s usual practice: practice calligraphy!

It's just that what Zheng Qing practiced was not the three thousand Chinese characters commonly found in books, but a worn-out talisman.

There are a total of 324 pages of talisman stickers, with four talismans on each page, totaling 1,296 talisman characters. The structure of each character is extremely complex, and there are often subtle changes between strokes, which makes it even more difficult for Zheng Qing to practice.

Mr. Wu seemed to still be dissatisfied. He specially found a small, soft pen for Zheng Qing, and even asked Zheng Qing to learn a rune every day. Anyone who practices calligraphy knows that hard-pen calligraphy is easy to write, but soft-pen calligraphy is difficult to write. Although this soft little pen reduced Zheng Qing's physical fatigue, it increased his mental consumption several times.

These runes are not something that can be learned every day. At the request of Mr. Wu, there was silence every day, a small test on the fifth day, and a big test on the tenth day. If you couldn't stand the silence, it would be a ruler. If you couldn't stand the test, it would be a ruler.

Mr. Wu said that if you can't pass the ten-day exam, there is no need to come again.

Zheng Qing was frightened when he thought about the torment of headache, so he naturally became serious about practicing calligraphy.

In this way, time passed by more than three years, and when Zheng Qing was twelve years old, he had practiced more than a thousand runes on the talisman. And his headache has not recurred in three years.

Over the past three years, the longer Zheng Qing stayed with Mr. Wu, the more abnormalities he discovered.

For example, Mr. Wu never seemed to eat.

The delicious food cooked by Mr. Wu is full of color and aroma, but the food is often enjoyed by Zheng Qing and the yellow fox in the bookstore. Zheng Qing has never seen Mr. Wu eat it.

For another example, the yellow tabby cat in the store is also very weird. When Zheng Qing was ten years old, this yellow civet came from nowhere, got into the study room and ran around, refusing to come out. The husband didn't chase it away anymore, and the cat settled down openly. As time passed, Zheng Qing always felt that it had become a spirit. More than once, he saw the tabby cat taking out the key to the attic room from the drawer, standing up straight and grabbing the key with its paws, opening the door to get the dried fish. And this cat never avoided him, but often waved its paws to say hello to him.

The most important thing is that once Zheng Qing saw Mr. Wu waving at his teapot, and the teapot ten meters away from him floated into his hand.

The more he knew, the more he was in awe, and Zheng Qing's attitude towards Mr. Wu became more and more respectful.

Young people always have this or that kind of reverie in their hearts. So these anomalies slowly accumulated in his heart, and he gradually became familiar with them, so that he became accustomed to them and didn't take them seriously anymore.

Until his twelfth birthday, Mr. Wu expressed that he would give Zheng Qing a gift.

It was a foggy morning. Mr. Wu took Zheng Qing's hand and told him to hold on tight. Zheng Qing grabbed Mr. Wu's big hand nervously. After leaving the bookstore, I walked a few steps and entered the garden of the community.

On both sides of the garden path are holly trees more than one meter high, neatly trimmed by gardeners. Turning left and right along the path, passing through a circular arch, the surrounding fog seemed to dissipate instantly.

He was still thinking about the arch that seemed to have never been seen in the garden before. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu left him behind and greeted a skinny old man walking towards him with fists in his hands.

Zheng Qing looked around and saw a quiet and ancient small street in front of him.

At the entrance to the small street, there is an archway supported by two bare stone pillars. On the plaque above, the three characters "Hui Zi Ji" are written in strong strokes.