Vol 3 Chapter 673: Promise of the Promise

Yeah, come and give me a pulse. "Zhuo Yang and Jing Feng had a whim in a chat, and stretched out his left hand.
"Good." The head of the road nodded quickly, wiped his right hand on the white robe, and picked up the small pillow on the sofa to cushion Zhuo Yang. Only then did the three fingers take up gently.
Forty years ago, Zhuo Yang’s grandmother went to the city of Xi’an to catch a market. In the toilet at the corner of the market, she found an abandoned baby boy wrapped in a baby. The little guy was lying in the smelly dry toilet, not crying, but just looking at the world curiously with his dark eyes.
The Bodhisattva's hearty grandmother held the child in the market for a whole day, and did not find the little guy's parents and family, so he took him back to the village. There is no clue for the nameless and surname. Grandma is a literate person. She is very distressed by this little guy abandoned by her parents, so she will temporarily call him ‘no disease’, and hope that he will be free from illness, disaster, and worry-free life afterwards. After Xiao Wuji drank rice soup and goat's milk from Lao Zhuo's family for a few days, the village party secretary brought Ye Lao in the village to visit.
Ye Lao is in his forties. He has never been married for half his life. He has no children and no daughters. After the death of the father and mother, he is left alone. This is a single family. Yeah, derived from the change of surnames of the Yelu clan of the ancient Qidan people, there are a small number of Ye surnames in Guanzhong and northern Shaanxi. Ye Laom's purpose in coming to Zhuo's family was obvious. He wanted to adopt this child to inherit his family.
Although the old man is poor, he is very honest. Besides, there were no rich people in those days. All the villagers in the village knew each other, and the grandfather and grandma agreed to Ye Lao's begging. From then on, Xiao Wuji became his surname.
Six years later, Zhuo Yang’s grandfather and grandmother were both killed in order to protect the students in the sudden torrents. Ye Wuji was the youngest of those students.
Ye Wuji is a very introverted or even a little lonely child. Sometimes he can't say two words all day long, and three sticks can't make a fart. The most favorite thing to do is to sit by the river and watch the mountain mouth. The direction is dazed.
And he was a very stupid child, and even in the third grade of elementary school, he did not understand the addition and subtraction within ten. However, Ye Wuji has never been mischievous, not to make troubles, and makes Ye Laobo very worry-free.
In junior high school, Ye Wuji became obsessed with learning, and the study was so messed up that every teacher had never given him hope, and let him sleep in the classroom every day. At the age of thirteen, Ye Wuji, who was in the second year of junior high school, became an orphan again. When his uncle, his adoptive father, Ye Lao, unloaded the car in the yard, the twine of the bundle of wood suddenly broke, and Ye Lao was duped. The huge log that fell down shattered his head on the spot.
The village is full of people, and Ye Wuji knew that he had picked it up from an early age, but the people in the village were also simple and kind. Everyone opened up and comforted Ye Wuji when he was buried in the soil. With your mouth, the house and land of the Ye family are yours. We will not agree to anyone who wants to bully you.
After guarding his adoptive father for seven or seven days, Ye Wuji told the villagers: I'm going to find my parents. So, one did not watch, he disappeared, and since then no news.
Until the summer four years later, Ye Wuji, who had grown into a big boy, appeared in the village in a tattered robe. On the day he returned, Zhuo Yang was born in Shaanxi Maternal and Child Hospital of Houzaimen in Xi'an.
Ye Wuji took out the land left by his adoptive father, sold the house and the homestead, and used the money in exchange for someone to rebuild Liuxianguan in Yukou. Ye Wuji claimed to have traveled around the world for four years and obtained the Xuanyi preaching of the Yushan School of the King of Yuyangzi, with the track number Jingfeng.
But this set of rhetoric has no corroboration, and Jing Feng is not bothered to produce evidence to anyone. He said yes. Wang Chuyi is one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, the apprentice of Quanzhen Taoist ancestor Wang Chongyang, and the ancestral court of Quanzhenism is in Hu County, Xi’an. For the inexplicable descendant of such a strange Yuyang son, the Shaanxi Taoist Association I don’t recognize it at all.
Jing Feng didn't care whether they admit it or not. In fact, apart from the shabby robe on his body and the plaque of'Liu Xian Guan', Jing Feng neither preached at the altar nor practiced alchemy. There are no idols. He just works there every day from sunset to sunset. He grows vegetables and food on the slopes of the forest himself. Jing Feng is actually a farmer hiding in the mountains and avoiding the world.
Seventy-two Yu on the northern of the Qinling Mountains. It is said that in the early years Yuyu all had immortals. After liberation, immortality was not allowed. Now the immortals are gone, but there are abandoned temples and temples everywhere. In recent years, some clever people have found local villages, bought two or three thousand packs of an abandoned temple, and then found someone who knows how to count hexagrams, and cheated two or three million people from Xi'an people for a year.
However, Jing Feng never counted hexagrams or symbols, and there was no incense in Guanli. He was a farmer. The people in the village took pity on him, often sending some rice, oil, and salt to help him. Zhuo Tongtong also bought two milk sheep. For these, Jing Feng neither refused nor thanked, and sent him to follow, no one would never discuss. It was really broken, so I dug wild vegetables and picked fruits in the mountains to deal with the days.
Zhuo Tongtong once asked him: "Taoist, if you do not practice or preach, then where is yours?"
"The word is in my heart."
"Why are you avoiding the world here?"
"I am waiting, waiting for my life, my mission." Jing Feng said.
"Taoist, you are a strange person, without disease and polelessness, you are the Promiseless Way, Promiseless Master."
It's been a long time~EbookFREE.me~Everyone finds that although Jing Feng has few words, he never deceives people. It's very reliable to say something. What's even more amazing is that Jing Feng Dao is very proficient in seeing the pulse to see a doctor. Gradually, the rumours of staying in the Immortals and Seeing Daochang's medical skills went wild.
But Dao Chang has his own rules: no visits, no fees, and no medicine sales. Anyone who wants to see a doctor will come to Liuxian to see for himself. He does not provide door-to-door service. He never refuses to those who come to ask a doctor. The good people, bad people, demons and ghosts are treated equally. After looking around and asking questions, Jing Feng said Daozi out of prescription, and then you believe it or not. If you believe it, go to the pharmacy in the city to get medicine. If you don’t believe it, throw away the prescription as waste paper. He doesn’t care. Give you a pulse.
After a long time, many people who have been blessed by Jingfeng Taoist Gao Ming's medical favors have taken the initiative to come home and offer incense, oil, and oil. Some good people have moved from other abandoned Taoist temples and don't know what statue is placed in Liuxianguan. Pretend so that those who come to worship the incense have a reason. For these, Jing Fengdao did not refuse, as he did in a light manner. In this way, Guanli's sorrowful life finally improved, and Dao Chang also had a new robe to wear.
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Jing Feng Dao Chang closed his eyes and put three fingers gently on Zhuo Yang's left wrist. Zhuo Yang and his sister waited for a minute to calm down. Dao Chang changed Zhuo Yang's right wrist and continued to take pulse.
Although he knows that this person is skilled in medicine, Zhuo Yang does not think he can diagnose his strange disease. After all, the famous Milan laboratory is helpless, not to mention some metaphysical Chinese medicine. But this time I was idle and I was idle.
After another minute, Jing Fengdao opened his eyes and slowly retracted his fingers.
"How is it? Ye Ge, do I have anything wrong?" Although not very convinced, Zhuo Yang still had some expectations.
Jing Fengdao said that Ye Wuji smiled.
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