Chapter 647

A pure Yang gas source was continuously input from the gold needle into the heart chakra of the Taoist priest. Fang Qi then pushed away the blocked place in his meridians with real force. The Taoist priest burst out white gas. After a while, the Taoist priest opened his eyes, looked at Fang Qi in surprise and looked at the people next to him. After pushing for 15 minutes, the true Qi began to rotate back and forth in his body. Every little Sunday, the Taoist priest's face was ruddy. After three big Sundays, the Taoist priest said, "doctor, please stop. The Taoist priest is full of strength now."

Fang Qi slowly stopped, pulled out the gold needle, put it away and said with a smile, "old man, can you get up."

The Taoist ran to help the old Taoist, but the old Taoist pushed him away: "I don't need your help. I'll get up by myself." He lifted the quilt, got down from the bed and bowed to Fang Qi. "The old Taoist thanked the miracle doctor. I have lived for so many years and often practiced, but I can't do it in the end. Now the method the miracle doctor gave me is true Qi. It's amazing!"

The Taoist priest was also impressed. He sorted out his clothes and respectfully saluted Fang Qishen: "master, the old man is already a centenarian. I didn't expect you to wake him up and make him hear and see. It turned out that he couldn't hear me when I stood so close. I was convinced."

The old Taoist waved his hand: "go and cook some tea to entertain the guests. I want to talk to the young miracle doctor."

Miao Miao thinks that this old way is really funny. He can't pretend to be forced when he is old. He also talks about Tao. Tao talks about you. However, seeing that the old Taoist was so excited, he ignored him and said to Gao Changgong, "let's go around and let them talk about the Tao."

The old Taoist priest waved, "why don't you join us in the enlightenment?"

Zheng Yuyi smiled and waved his hand again and again: "how dare you say to you, I can't do as well as 1% of you. You'd better talk."

Lao Daoqi came to the room and sat down. He took out a ragged book from his sleeve and handed it to Fang Qi: "this is a book I occasionally got when I was young. I can read it very well. However, this book is too difficult to understand. I have studied it for decades and only know a little. You might as well give it to you if you save my life."

Fang Qi took it over and looked through it. He wondered, "Huang Zhu Jing?"? Isn't it the work of the Yellow Emperor? "

"Yes, there are one hundred and twenty images of Tiangang earth divination. Reading Yi Shang is half understood. Reading this is like reading the book of heaven." It's true that you don't understand, but you don't understand. Tell the truth.

Fang Qi was surprised, "but I heard that this book has been lost since the Warring States period. How did you find it?"

The old Taoist said, "when I was young, I liked to travel around. It was also an adventure. Once I went to Yunzhou and slept in the wilderness all the way. I fell into a pit. The pit was like a burial place. The pit had been hollowed out. I didn't find anything, but I found hundreds of bamboo slips. I didn't know until dawn that I had found the baby. I carried the bamboo slips back, sorted and translated them for more than ten years, and finally copied them into this book. It should be something before the Warring States period. "

The ancients generally used bamboo slips to make books. They didn't use paper until the Northern Song Dynasty, so it's not surprising that he took out a book. It's just that this book is too difficult to understand. Rao Shi has experienced several dynasties and is familiar with history books and Taoist Scriptures. He still can't understand this book.

Only after learning Bagua can Fang Qi know how wonderful it is. Under the Hanguguan mountain cave, he has been transformed by the broken corpses of an unknown old man. Only then can he know that the Huangzhu Jing is more wonderful than Bagua in the world. If the river map is a holographic multi-dimensional massive information hardware, the Huangzhu Jing is the instruction manual and operating system of the river map. I can't play without anything, and now I'm hungry. There's a takeout outside.

It's God's will. Fang Qi didn't think there was such a good thing in the world. The Taoist priest only thought this thing was the method of practice, so he went to the enlightenment according to the book, so he learned it all his life. He felt the stone across the river in the dark and could never find an exit.

Although it's inconvenient to talk to the old Taoist priest about this, it took them ten years to copy the bamboo slips into a book and pass it on to him. This in itself is the relationship between teachers and successors. So Fang Qi received the book and respectfully kowtowed three heads to the old Taoist priest: "there must be our teacher in the three people's line. You are my master and are worshipped by my disciples."

The old Taoist priest was calm and happy after three loud heads, with his toothless mouth open, nodded and said, "you can teach me. I'm so old, it's not too much to be your master."

The Taoist priest brought tea, and the Taoist priest asked them to recognize the martial brothers. The Taoist priest was puzzled: "master, people's medical skills are so high, how can you accept people as disciples?"

The old Taoist said, "after reading my yellow note Sutra, I wanted to worship me as a teacher. I didn't force him."

Fang Qi bowed to the Taoist priest. "Elder martial brother is on the, and I will be worshipped by my younger brother." The flustered Taoist priest quickly picked him up. "You're welcome, master. He's old and likes to joke. He really shouldn't."

The old Taoist drank the tea. "You can also taste the tea boiled by our mountain spring. Although it can't compare with Lu Yu's rootless water, it can also unblock your intestines and stomach."

Fang Qi took a sip. "It's rare to have this water. No wonder it's such a good tea."

The Taoist priest then talked about the Daoism he understood. Fang Qi felt funny when he heard what he said. No wonder he went farther and farther on this road. This is enlightenment. It's obviously reading dead books. The theories are set by set, but in fact they are of no use at all. Then he said, "people say that the road to Jane to perfection is not so complicated at all. The simplest truth is the simplest. Remove those whitewash, the essence is so little, and it is such a truth to think about it."

Many doctrines in Buddhism are just renovated with Taoist things, and many redundant and complicated things are added. People with a circuitous mind naturally can't distinguish what is the real essence, and few can understand and understand it.

This is the same as selling moon cakes in later generations. There is only a small piece of moon cakes, but they are made into a large and high-end gift box, which looks very luxurious, but in fact there is only a small piece inside.

However, Lao Dao was obsessed with those fancy and useless things. Fang Qi didn't want to spoil his fun. He was so old. How many years to live? It is impossible to achieve something in this life. He took a thousand Liang silver note from his arms and handed it to the Taoist priest: "master, I have nothing else. This thousand Liang silver should be regarded as filial piety to your old man."

The old Taoist priest held the silver ticket and said, "sure enough, I'm a local tyrant. OK, I won't lose money if I accept your disciple. I'll use this silver in the Xuanwu temple and recreate a golden statue for the Xuanwu real king."

Fang Qi thought, "master, this view is called Xuanwu view. What do you say?"