Brother yes, come and check my pulse. Zhuo Yang had a whim in the casual conversation with Daoist Jing Feng, and stretched out his left hand.

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

Forty years ago, Zhuo Yang's grandmother went to the market in Xi'an and found an abandoned baby boy wrapped in swaddling clothes in the toilet in the corner of the market. The little one lay in the stinking dry toilet, not crying or making a fuss, but just looking at the world curiously with dark eyes.

The Bodhisattva's heartfelt grandmother carried the child in the market for a whole day, but did not find the little one's parents and family, so she carried him back to the village. There is no name and no surname without any clues, grandma is a cultured person, she feels very sorry for this little guy who was abandoned by her parents, so she temporarily called him 'no disease', hoping that he will be free of illness and disaster in the future. After Xiao Wujian drank the rice soup and goat's milk of Lao Zhuo's family for a few days, the village party secretary brought the old man from the village to visit him.

Ye Lao is in his forties, he has never been married for half his life, has no children and no daughters, and he is the only one left in the family after the death of his father and mother, which is a single household. Yes, from the ancient Khitan Yelu family name change, Shaanxi Guanzhong and northern Shaanxi have a small number of Ye surnames. Ye Lao's purpose in coming to Zhuo's family is obvious, he wants to adopt this child to inherit his family.

Although Ye Lao was poor, he was very honest, and besides, there were no rich people in that era. They are all villagers in the same village, and they know each other's roots, so grandpa and grandma agreed to Ye Laobo's begging, and since then, Xiao Wujian has the surname Ye.

Six years later, Zhuo Yang's grandfather and grandmother were both killed in a flash flood to protect the school's students, and Ye Wujian was the youngest of those students.

Ye Wuji is a very introverted and even a little withdrawn child, sometimes he can't say two words all day long, he can't beat a fart with three sticks, and his favorite thing to do is to sit alone by the river and look at the direction of the mountain valley in a daze.

And he's still a very stupid kid, and he still can't understand addition and subtraction within ten when he is in the third grade of elementary school. However, Ye Wujian has never been naughty and mischievous, let alone causing trouble, which makes Ye Lao very worry-free.

Ye Wuji, who went to junior high school, became a listener, and his studies were a mess, and every teacher had no hope for him, so he slept in class every day. When he was thirteen years old, Ye Wuji, who was in the second year of junior high school, became an orphan again, and when his adoptive father, who had loved him for thirteen years, was unloading the truck in the material yard, the hemp rope that tied the wood suddenly broke, and Ye Lao was crushed on the spot by the huge log that rolled down.

There are many people in the village, Ye Wujian has known that he picked it up since he was a child, but the people in the village are also simple and kind, and everyone comforted Ye Wujian after putting Ye Lao into the soil for peace: If there is a mouthful of food in the village, there will be a bite of you, the house and land of the Ye family are all yours, and we will not agree to anyone who wants to bully you.

After keeping the 77th for his adoptive father, Ye Wujian told the villagers: I am going to find my own father and mother. So, without looking at him, he disappeared, and he was never heard from since.

It wasn't until the summer four years later that Ye Wuji, who had grown into a young man, reappeared in the village wearing a tattered robe. On the day he returned, Zhuo Yang was born in Shaanxi Provincial Women's and Children's Hospital in Houzaimun, Xi'an.

Ye Wujian contracted out the land left by his adoptive father, sold the house and homestead, and used the money in exchange for someone to rebuild the Liuxian Temple in Yukou. Ye Wujian claimed to have traveled all over the world in the past four years, and got the Xuanyi preaching of the Yuyang Ziwang at the Yiyuan Mountain Sect, and the Taoist name was Jingfeng.

But there is no way to support this set of arguments, and Jing Feng does not bother to show evidence to anyone, he says yes and yes. Wang Chuyi is one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, the apprentice of Wang Chongyang, the ancestor of Quanzhen Taoism, the ancestral court of Quanzhen Sect is in Xi'an Hu County, for such an inexplicable Yuyangzi who suddenly appeared from generation to generation, Shaanxi Taoist Association does not recognize it at all, and Quanzhen Sect does not recognize it either.

Jing Feng didn't care if they admitted it or not, in fact, except for the shabby Taoist robe on his body and the plaque of 'Liuxian Guan', Jing Feng neither opened the altar to preach, nor did he practice alchemy and scriptures, and there was not even a statue of a god to worship in the temple. He just worked there every day, rested at sunset, and planted vegetables and grain on the slopes of the forest, Jingfeng was actually a farmer who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

Seventy-two valleys on the north slope of the Qinling Mountains, it is said that there are immortals in the valleys in the early years, and they are not allowed to become fine after liberation, and now the immortals are gone, but there are abandoned temples and temples everywhere. In recent years, some clever people have found a local village, paid two or three thousand bags of a ruined temple, and then found a person who can tell the six fortunes, and cheated two or three million from the people of Xi'an for a year.

But Jing Feng never counted hexagrams or drew talismans, and there was no incense in the view, he was a farmer. The people in the village took pity on him and often sent some firewood, rice, oil and salt to help, and Zhuo Tongtong also bought two dairy sheep to send them. For these, Jing Feng does not refuse or thank him, he will follow it when he sends it, and no one sends it and never asks for it. It was really broken, so he dug wild vegetables and picked fruits in the mountains to deal with the day.

Zhuo Tongtong once asked him: "Dao Chief, if you don't cultivate the Tao and don't preach, then where is your Tao?" ”

"The Word is in my heart."

"Why are you hiding here?"

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

"Dao Chief, you are a strange person, there is no disease and no extreme, you are the Tao of Wuji, the Dao of Wuji."

After a long time, everyone found that although Jingfeng had few words, he never lied to others, and he was very reliable in what he said. What's even more amazing is that Daoist Jing Feng is very proficient in taking the pulse and seeing a doctor. Gradually, the rumors of staying in the immortal scenery and meeting the Taoist chief with excellent medical skills spread far and wide.

But the Taoist chief has his own rules: no consultation, no fees, no medicine. Whoever wants to see a doctor will come to Liuxian Temple by himself, he does not provide door-to-door service, never refuses to those who come to seek medical advice, and treats good people, bad people, demons, and monsters equally. After some looks, hearings, and inquiries, Jingfeng Dao Chang prescribed a prescription, and then you believe it or not, if you believe it, you will go to the pharmacy in the city to grab medicine, and if you don't believe it, you will throw the prescription away as waste paper, he doesn't care, you will still give you a pulse when you come back.

After a long time, many people who were blessed by the Taoist Taoist and his medical skills were not happy, so they took the initiative to come to the door to offer incense and incense money, and more good people moved a statue of Tianzun God from other abandoned Taoist temples and placed it in the Liuxian Temple, so that the people who came to worship the incense had a reason. For these, Daoist Jing Feng did not refuse, just like his breezy style. In this way, the hard life of Guanli has finally improved, and the Taoist chief has a new Taoist robe to wear.

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Daoist Jing closed his eyes, and three fingers lightly rested on Zhuo Yang's left wrist, Zhuo Yang and his sister calmed down and waited for about a minute, and then Daochang changed Zhuo Yang's right wrist to continue to take the pulse.

Although he knew that the person in front of him was skilled in medicine, Zhuo Yang didn't think that he could diagnose his strange disease, after all, the famous Milan laboratory was helpless, not to mention some metaphysical Chinese medicine. But being idle at this time is also idle, and there are dates and no dates to hit three poles.

After another minute, Daoist Jing opened his eyes and slowly withdrew his fingers.

"How? Yes, what's wrong with me? Although he didn't believe it, Zhuo Yang still had some expectations.

Jingfeng Daoist Ye Wujian smiled.

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