"YeGe, give me the pulse." Zhuoyang and Jing meet Taoist priest in a chat and have a surprise. They extend their left hand.

"Good." The Taoist priest nodded quickly, wiped his right hand on the white Taoist robe, picked up the small pillow on the sofa and put it on Zhuoyang's mat. These three fingers were gently put on it.

Forty years ago, Zhuoyang's grandmother went to Xi'an city for a fair. In the toilet in the corner of the market, she found a baby boy who was abandoned in a swaddling clothes. The little guy was lying in the stinking toilet, not crying or making noise, just looking at the world curiously with black eyes open.

Bodhisattva's kind-hearted grandmother held the child in the market for a whole day, but she did not find the child's parents and family, so she carried him back to the village. There is no clue about nameless Wuxing. Grandma is a man of culture. She loves this little guy abandoned by her parents very much, so she temporarily called him "disease free". She hopes that he will be disease-free, disaster free and carefree all his life. Xiaowuji drinks the rice soup and goat milk of old Zhuo's family for a few days, and the village branch secretary comes to visit with Ye Lao in the village.

Ye Lao is bored to be in his forties. He has never been married for half of his life. After his father and mother died, he is the only one in the family. This is a single family. Yeah, it comes from the change of surname of Yelu family of Qidan people in ancient times. There are a few surnames in Guanzhong and Northern Shaanxi. The purpose of yelaodun's coming to Zhuo's family is obvious. He wants to adopt the child and inherit his family.

Ye laodun is poor, but he is honest. Besides, there were no rich people in that era. All of them are villagers in the village. They know each other's roots and know the truth. Then grandpa and grandma agreed to yelaodun's begging. From then on, Xiaowuji took his surname.

Six years later, in order to protect the students in the school in the sudden flash floods, Zhuo Yang's grandfather and grandmother were both killed. Yewu was the youngest of those students.

Ye Wuji is a very introverted and even a little lonely child. Sometimes he can't speak two words all day. He can't fart with three sticks. His favorite thing is to sit by the river and look at the direction of the valley in the mountain and be dazed.

And he is a very stupid child. He still doesn't understand the addition and subtraction method within ten after he is in the third grade of primary school. However, ye Wuji has never been mischievous, let alone a troublemaker, which makes Ye feel very relieved.

In junior high school, ye Wuji has become a god of learning. His study is in a mess. Every teacher has long failed to give him hope, leaving him to sleep in class every day. When he was 13 years old, yawuji, the second year of junior high school, became an orphan again. His adoptive father, yalaodun, who had loved him for 13 years, was unloading from the stockyard when the hemp rope tied with wood suddenly broke, and yalaodun was crushed by the huge fallen log on the spot.

There are many people in the village. Ye Wuji knew that he had picked it up since he was a child. But the people in the village are also simple and kind. Everyone comforts Ye Wuji after he is buried in the ground. If there is a stuttering in the village, there will be a stuttering in the village. The house and the land of Ye's family are yours. We won't agree to bully you.

After seven or seven days for his adoptive father, ye Wuji told the villagers: I want to find my father and mother. So, one did not see, he was gone, and there was no news from then on.

Until the summer of four years later, ye Wuji, who had grown up into a big and small group, reappeared in the village wearing a tattered Taoist robe. On the day of his return, Zhuo Yang was born in Shaanxi Women's and children's Hospital, Houzaimen, Xi'an.

Ye Wuji parceled out the land left by his adoptive father, sold the house and homestead, and asked people to rebuild Liuxian temple in yukou with the money he had bought. Ye Wuji claimed to have traveled all over the world in the past four years, and obtained the Xuanyi missionary of Yiyu mountain sect, where the prince of Yuyang lived.

But there is no evidence for this statement, and Jingfeng is not willing to show evidence to anyone, he said. Wang Chuyi is one of the seven sons of Quanzhen. The disciple of Quanzhen Taoist ancestor Wang Chongyang and the ancestral court of Quanzhen religion are in Huxian County, Xi'an. The Shaanxi Taoist Association doesn't recognize such a strange descendant of yuyangzi who suddenly appears. Neither does Quanzhen religion.

Jingfeng doesn't care whether they accept it or not. In fact, in addition to the shabby Taoist robe and the plaque of "Liuxian Temple", Jingfeng doesn't open the altar to preach or practice alchemy and scriptures, and there is not even a statue in the temple. He just works in the sun and stops at sunset every day. He grows vegetables and food on the slopes of the forest. Jingfeng is actually a farmer who lives in seclusion in the mountains.

It is said that there were immortals in the valley in the early years. After liberation, they were not allowed to be refined. Now there are no immortals, but there are abandoned temples, temples and nunneries everywhere. In recent years, some smart people have found local villages, dug up two or three thousand packages of an abandoned temple, and then found a person who can do six kinds of divination. In one year, they cheated 23 million people from Xi'an to play.

But Jingfeng never divines or draws symbols, and there is no incense in the temple. He is a farmer. People in the village pitied him and often sent him some firewood, rice, oil and salt for help. Zhuo Tongtong also bought two dairy goats to send them. For these, Jingfeng doesn't refuse or thank him. When he delivers them, he continues. No one sends them and never asks for them. It's really broken. I'll dig wild vegetables and pick fruits in the mountain to deal with the day.

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

"The way is in my heart."

"Why do you want to avoid the world here?"

"I'm waiting for my destiny, my mission." Jingfeng said."Taoist priest, you are a strange man. You have no disease, no end. You are the way of no end, no end Taoist priest."

For a long time, we found that although Jingfeng had few words, he never lied to others. Once he spoke, he was very reliable. What's more, Taoist Jing Feng is very proficient in pulse taking. Gradually, the legend of Taoist priest's excellent medical skills spread.

But the Taoist priest has his own rules: no visit, no charge, no medicine. Whoever wants to see a doctor will come to Liuxian temple. He doesn't provide door-to-door service. He never refuses to ask a doctor. Good people, bad people, monsters and ghosts are treated equally. After a long time of watching, hearing and questioning, Taoist priest Jing Feng wrote out a prescription. Then you love to believe it or not. If you believe it, you will go to the medicine shop in the city to get the medicine. If you don't believe it, you will throw it away as waste paper. He doesn't care. You will still feel your pulse when you come back.

For a long time, many people who were favored by Taoist priest Jing Jianfeng's excellent medical skills were upset. They came to the door to offer incense and oil money. More good people moved a statue of God from other abandoned Taoist temple and put it in Liuxian temple to make it look like a starting point for those who came to worship incense. For these, Jingfeng Taoist priest didn't refuse, just like his lighthearted style. In this way, the life of the Taoist temple was finally improved, and the Taoist priest also had a new Taoist robe to wear.

Jingfeng Taoist priest closed his eyes and put three fingers on Zhuoyang's left wrist. After Zhuoyang and his elder sister calmed down the condensation for about a minute, Taoist priest changed Zhuoyang's right wrist and continued to pulse.

Although he knows that the man in front of him is skilled in medicine, Zhuoyang doesn't think he can diagnose his strange disease. After all, the well-known lab in Milan is helpless, not to mention some metaphysical traditional Chinese medicine. But at this time, I'm also idle. If I have dates, I'll take three strokes.

Another minute later, Jingfeng Taoist opened his eyes and slowly took back his fingers.

"How is it? Yeah, what's wrong with me? " Although I don't believe it very much, Zhuoyang still has some expectations.

King meets Taoist priest Ye Wuji and smiles.