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I don’t know how long it took, walking in the reflection of the mottled waning moon and turning over a lush bamboo forest, Wang Xiaobin came to a small bamboo building, accompanied by the singing of the continuous and regular wooden fish sounds.

While stopping in front of the bamboo building and walking in a daze, an old and very powerful voice came out: "Donor, since you are here, please come in!"

Wang Xiaobin knew that he had disturbed the other party's practice. When he stepped into the bamboo house, he quickly apologized: "Master, I'm sorry, I had no intention of offending me, I just came out to have a casual walk at night, but walked..."

Under the swaying little oil lamp, there was a small bamboo table with a wooden fish the size of an adult man on the table. An old monk with white eyebrows and ears sitting next to him with his eyes closed.

"Donor, since the arrival is fate, why should you leave in a hurry?" the old monk opened his eyes and looked at Wang Xiaobin and said.

The old monk's eyes were sharp, as if a strong cold light was coming. Wang Xiaobin felt a pain in his eyes and couldn't help but avoid the old man's gaze.

After a while, the old monk's eyes became soft, but he seemed to see through Wang Xiaobin's thoughts and asked, "Why did the donor come?"

In the past, Wang Xiaobin looked down on monks the most. In his opinion, it was just a profession that was free and easy with the believers' indulgence and oil. Maybe even beggars are not as good as beggars. At least be a bit dedicated and calm, making themselves dirty and ragged. But what about monks? They are all fat and fat, and some so-called "eminent monks" are still full of mistresses.

However, this old monk is kind and has a good intention. It is supposed to be a monk who has achieved enlightenment. The environment here is quiet and naturally he cannot contact those monks who are cheating. Wang Xiaobin said respectfully: "Master, for some reason, I always feel that someone is summoning me, so I come in the sound, disturbing Master's cultivation. Please forgive me."

After hearing Wang Xiaobin's words, the old monk said repeatedly: "The donor is so serious. It's me who is summoning someone with a destiny. It's me who disturbed the donor's purity!"

"Oh?" Wang Xiaobin curled his lips and didn't believe it at all. There was at least one mile from the villa where Wang Xiaobin lived. Even if he shouted hard, he wouldn't be able to hear it at all. Not to mention an old monk with halfway through his head, he didn't hear the shouts. If he wanted to believe it now, it would be better to believe that hens can swim and ducks can lay eggs!

The old monk seemed to see Wang Xiaobin's thoughts, knocked the wooden fish in his hand, and asked calmly: "Is the donor studying medicine?"

A shocking sentence caused a shocking wave. Wang Xiaobin immediately changed from disdain to extreme surprise, and asked repeatedly: "How did you know?"

Although Wang Xiaobin is a doctor, he is also famous in City J, but no one knows about those in the wilderness, right? There is no TV or radio here, and there is no newspaper here. How did the old monk know?

"Donor, there are calluses on your index finger and thumb on your left and right hands. You should be a Chinese medicine doctor who often uses acupuncture to treat patients. Am I right?" the old monk said with a smile.

"Yes." Wang Xiaobin nodded. At this moment, he was even more surprised that the old monk could see the calluses on his fingers with such a faint light, nearly ten meters apart. It was so amazing.

"Donor, you are my destined person, please sit down." The old monk smiled and put down the wooden fishmao in his hand, then said.

Wang Xiaobin smiled and found a seat to sit opposite the old monk.

"Donor, I have a heartless request. I have a few questions in my life that have not been solved. I wonder if the donor can answer them?" the old monk asked straight to the point.

"I am a little young and have little talent, so I'm afraid I can't answer the master's questions." Wang Xiaobin replied modestly. The old monk is already in his old age, but he is not as talented as possible, so how can he solve the old monk's doubts?

"The donor is too humble. In fact, it is just simple questions. I am not unsolvable, but there are too many answers and it is impossible to determine which one is better and which one is worse. Therefore, please ask the donor to answer it on your behalf." The old monk stroked his beard and smiled.

"Since that's the case, then Master, please ask. I hope my answer will not be laughed at by the master." Wang Xiaobin said with a smile. Since the old monk said that he had many answers, it would be better to say ugly words in advance so as not to make it ridiculous if he didn't answer well.

"It's okay, then, I would like to ask the donor, what is the nature of a doctor?" asked the old monk.

The old monk's words immediately brought Wang Xiaobin's thoughts back to the moment he met Xie Zhengping ten years ago. Isn't there just one of the few questions that Xie Zhengping asked at that time? I still remember that his own answer almost choked Xie Zhengping to death.

"The nature of medical treatment? Doctors are just a profession. Perhaps the previous people practiced medicine to save lives and help the wounded, but now they are for fame, wealth and social status." Wang Xiaobin replied calmly, it was no different from ten years ago. But is it really the result? At this moment, he is making some potential debates about his behavior in recent days, making big advertisements, treating patients differently, and trying to save lives and help the wounded after death?

"Oh, according to the donor's opinion, what about the monk's nature? I'm afraid it's also a profession? Nowadays, monks have salaries and powers, and they are not like me when I was young. They were accompanied by lonely lamps every day, wooden fishes accompany me, and farm day and night. But have the donor thought about it? Isn't the world doing anything for survival?" the old monk nodded and said.

Wang Xiaobin also nodded. Isn’t the old monk’s opinion of the monk his opinion? What is the monk? Isn’t it just a group of people who stay in the temple with their wages? Apart from the different locations of work, what is the difference between them and ordinary people? If you want to talk about love, you will return to secular life.

"Why are people alive?" the old monk continued to ask.

"Living for life. Whether it is poor or rich, aren't they all living for life?" Wang Xiaobin asked back.

"The answer is very good. People live for life. I am poor for years but I can't understand it. The donor suddenly became clear. What is people live for? Isn't it just for a good meal? For money, fame and fortune? For illusory love? For the purpose of becoming a Buddha after death? But life will not bring death and will not be taken away. It took decades. The mountain and wild game only add a lot of fullness. The skyscrapers have to have a bed of pillow, holding thousands of people's hands, but they just leave on their own. Thank you for your enlightenment. I think if I can attain enlightenment, it should be the result of the donor's good words." The old monk sighed.

"The master is so serious. I am just an ordinary person. I am mixed in the world and cannot bear the light of the sun and the moon. How can I enlighten the master? If the master can attain enlightenment, it should be the result of the master's cultivation. How can I talk about any achievements?" Wang Xiaobin said hurriedly.

"The donor is open-minded and must be an upright person. But I want to know that the needles of traditional Chinese medicine, touching the skin and reaching the acupoints, and passing the bloody arteries are really useful?" the old monk nodded and asked again.

Wang Xiaobin did not answer immediately. He smiled. He is a Chinese medicine practitioner who is good at acupuncture and acupuncture. So far, he has never encountered any rivals except his master. One needle can kill people or bring people back to life. How can it be useless?

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "Touching the skin and body, strengthening blood vessels, and moving muscles and stabilizing bones. Is acupuncture useless?"

"A needle is a dead thing, and it lives because of people. Can the donor let me touch it?" the old monk shook his head and said.

Langlanghua, strange hermits are like crucian carp crossing the river. The old monk talks elegantly, and I think he must be strangers, so Wang Xiaobin smiled and said, "Master, please feel free!"

"Qi is weak, meaning is solid, and it turns into qi and can become needles." The old monk said calmly, then reached out and gently clicked on the Tianjing acupoint on Wang Xiaobin's neck.

"Is this Qigong?" Wang Xiaobin looked at the old monk's actions and exclaimed as he felt the stiffness coming from his body.

"The way of heaven is circulating, advance and retreat are different, life and death are different. The donor's understanding of acupoints is not inferior to me, but unfortunately he has only a little understanding. It is said that entering the acupoint is easy and difficult to get out of the acupoint!" The old monk nodded, and then pointed to the new acupoint on the back of Wang Xiaobin's neck.

"Master, is using energy to point acupoints?" Wang Xiaobin asked in surprise when he felt that his body had returned to normal.

Using qi to point acupoints has only appeared in martial arts novels. Wang Xiaobin has always believed that the highest level of acupuncture is just flying needles and stuttering, but he can only do that at that level, but it is difficult to do what he does because his eyesight cannot capture the movement of the living creature.

"The dantian of the divine concentration is carried out along the twelve Shaoyang meridians, the twelve Shaofu meridians, and the twelve Guiyuan meridians for one cycle, and it will be able to produce qi." The old monk pointed at Wang Xiaobin's dantian again.

Immediately, Wang Xiaobin felt a very obvious heat pouring into the Dantian. Wang Xiaobin knew that it was the old monk teaching him qigong, so he quickly closed his eyes as the old monk said, and carefully sensed the changes in his body.

"I have been studying for seventy years before I can control the qi in my body. I am obsessed with this and want to achieve enlightenment and become a Buddha with qi, but I finally understand that Tao is the heart of the human heart, the heart is the Buddha, and the human being is the Buddha. It is a pity to take this body away. It is better to send it to the donor, and I hope the donor can use it well to benefit the public." The old monk said calmly.

After a while, Wang Xiaobin felt that his body seemed to have expanded a lot, and an indescribable sense of comfort gradually made him fall into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Wang Xiaobin woke up and stretched comfortably, but encountered a hard thing. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was in a small bamboo building. It turned out that it was not a dream, but a real existence.

"Method of entering and exiting acupoints", "Qigong Cultivation Methods", and "A Summary of Hundred Meridians" Three yellowed books were placed on the bamboo table, but the old monk had long disappeared.

Wang Xiaobin pondered for a moment, remembered the old monk's last words, picked up three medical books and stuffed them into his arms, and then pushed open the bamboo door. The place where he saw was very different from the past, everything became extremely clear, the bamboo was greener, the grass was greener, and the flowers were more colorful. Everything became extremely real and the capillaries were clear.

"Husband, where did you go last night?" Ren'er and Una stood in the courtyard. Seeing Wang Xiaobin coming back safely, they breathed a sigh of relief and asked in unison.

"Haha, nothing. Last night I chatted with an old monk and it was a sin to make my wife worry about me." Wang Xiaobin said embarrassedly. Then he hugged Ren'er and Wuna and gave a sweet kiss from both sides.

"Oh, husband, I heard that the abbot in the temple had been melted last night and was going to be cremated today." Ren'er suddenly said.

"Is that true?" Wang Xiaobin asked in surprise. At this moment, he suddenly understood why the chanting of scriptures today was so sad and so sad.

After a while, Wang Xiaobin suggested: "Let's go and have a look."

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures is melodious, but it is a hint of sadness. Just as the three of them walked to the temple gate, a little monk stopped them. The little monk closed his hands and said, "May I ask the donor, why do people live?"

"Man lives for the sake of living." Wang Xiaobin immediately rushed out.

"I am merciful and finally found the abbot's destiny. Please follow the monk to see the new abbot in this temple." The little monk said with a Zen saying, and then said respectfully to Wang Xiaobin.

After entering the abbot's room, a monk held a golden plate in his hand and put it in front of Wang Xiaobin and said, "Donor, this is Master Kudu's relics. According to Master Kudu's instructions, the donor can choose one at will."

Wang Xiaobin looked at the six crystal-clear relics in the golden plate, the size of a small fingernail, and the white and white as pearls, and was stunned, not knowing what to say.

"Donor..." The new abbot heard Wang Xiaobin's dazed look and whispered.

"Master Abbot, I'm sorry, I can't take any of them away. Sorry, I'll bother you and take your leave." Wang Xiaobin sighed. At this moment, he completely understood that the old monk who had talked all night last night, and finally passed the merits to him was Master Kudu, the abbot of Guanshan Temple. It turned out that everything the old monk said was true.

"The donor, Master Kudu, was indeed wrong. The donor would not take any of them. Since that is the case, we will no longer force it. Everything will go with the flow, and the donor will take care of it." The new abbot said calmly.

Ren'er's mood returned to normal, so Wang Xiaobin and the other two had to go back. After simply packing their luggage, Wang Xiaobin returned to City J and returned to the clinic.

Looking at the double bed that almost covers almost all the space in the back hall, Wang Xiaobin smiled bitterly: "I'll go and see if I can buy a house with a large bedroom. We three can't live in this small clinic, right?"

"Hehe! I expected it, husband, let's go and see the house!" Ren'er smiled with Wang Xiaobin's arm.

"Viewing the house?" Wang Xiaobin asked in surprise.

"The eldest brother and second brother gave it to us." Ren'er said quickly.

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Chapter completed!