Professor Zheng jumped up in a hurry and went to the health station next to the community to call a doctor.
When he came back with the doctor, he was surprised to see that his grandson had regained consciousness and was sitting in front of Mr. Wu with an obedient expression. Mr. Wu, with a serious expression, was patting and beating his head and body.
"Sir, do you know what's wrong with my grandson?" Professor Zheng was keenly aware of something and looked excited.
Mr. Wu was silent for a long time before slowly explaining.
According to him, Zheng Qingtian's energy and blood were deficient, but his spirit was strong, which caused an imbalance of yin and yang, and the yin qi rushed up, causing headaches. Originally, reciting books and practicing calligraphy every day consumed Zheng Qing's energy, but reading and practicing calligraphy even more
It consumes Zheng Qing's energy and blood. They subtract each other, so Zheng Qing's condition becomes worse and worse.
"Is there any way to remedy this?"
"A natural deficiency in vitality and blood cannot be compensated for by acquired medicinal stones."
"That means there are other ways?"
Mr. Wu was silent.
"Sir, please save me." Professor Zheng stood up, dragged Zheng Qing to his knees, and bowed at the same time.
Mr. Wu sighed: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop."
Helping Professor Zheng up, Mr. Wu made a three-chapter agreement with him.
The first one is, it cannot be said; the second one is, the Dharma is not spread to others; the third one is, it is for the belly and not for the eyes.
The first one cannot be said, which means that Professor Zheng cannot tell anyone about his treatment. Mr. Wu said solemnly that there are some things that cannot be explained.
The second law is not to spread to outsiders, which means that the treatment involves secrets, and people in the Zheng family are not allowed to pry in at will. And according to Mr. Wu’s vague statement, he inherited a lineage of Taoism. If Zheng Qing wants to make up for his innate deficiencies, he needs to become his disciple.
, subject to one’s own discipline.
The third one is the belly but not the eyes. Mr. Wu said that he only treated Zheng Qing because he met him, so he wanted to have peace of mind and did not want to be disturbed by other patients. The heart is not the name. If the treatment has some effect, the Zheng family will attract
If other patients bother me, I can only leave early.
After stating the three requests, Mr. Wu fell silent.
Professor Zheng was still pondering, but Zheng Qing had already slapped his head for seven or eight times, calling "teacher" incessantly.
Professor Zheng pulled him up dumbfounded. After asking, he found out that Mr. Wu's massage just now was very effective. Zheng Qing seemed to have not felt that kind of refreshing for a long time. So after hearing that Mr. Wu had a way to cure his headache, he immediately kowtowed.
Already.
So the old man could only smile and nodded in agreement.
In this way, in midsummer of the year when he was eight years old, Zheng Qing became a disciple of Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu's knowledge is very extensive, including astronomy, geography, and historical encyclopedias. Whenever a customer comes to the bookstore, he can always talk about the topic for a long time. If the customer is a charming girl, Mr. Wu will not hesitate to smile and speak glibly.
Make those little girls tremble.
Mr. Wu's hobbies are also very wide-ranging. It seems that every aspect that people encounter in life can arouse his strong interest.
As for Professor Zheng, he sighed and said, Mr. Wu is a real person.
Most importantly, Mr. Wu's treatment methods are indeed superb.
Since becoming his disciple, Zheng Qing's headache has not relapsed for a single day.
This made Professor Zheng and Zheng Qing's parents extremely grateful. However, because Mr. Wu insisted not to restrict Xiu, the Zheng family could only send some gifts during the holidays to express their gratitude.
Mr. Wu's method of treating diseases is very strange. He did not give Zheng Qing acupuncture and massage all day long, nor did he concoct Jinshi decoction for Zheng Qing. Instead, he followed Professor Zheng's usual practice: practicing calligraphy!
It's just that what Zheng Qing practiced was not the three thousand Chinese characters commonly found in books, but an old talisman sticker.
There are a total of 324 pages of talisman stickers, with four runes per page, totaling 1,296 talisman characters. The structure of each talisman character is extremely complex, and there are often subtle changes between strokes, which makes
Zheng Qing found it even more difficult to practice.
Mr. Wu seemed to still be dissatisfied. He specially found a small soft pen for Zheng Qing and asked Zheng Qing to learn one rune every day. Anyone who practices calligraphy knows that hard-pen calligraphy is easy to write, but soft-pen calligraphy is difficult. This is
Although a small, soft pen reduced Zheng Qing's physical fatigue, it increased his mental consumption several times.
These runes are not something that can be learned every day. At the request of Mr. Wu, there is a silence every day, a small test on the fifth day, and a big test on the tenth day. If you can't silence it, it will be a meal. If you don't test it, it will be a meal.
Ruler.
Mr. Wu said that if you can't pass the ten-day exam, there is no need to come again.
Zheng Qing was frightened when he thought about the torment of headache, so he naturally became serious about practicing calligraphy.
In this way, time passed by more than three years. When Zheng Qing was twelve years old, he had practiced more than a thousand runes on the talisman. And his headaches had not recurred in three years.
Over the past three years, the longer Zheng Qing stayed with Mr. Wu, the more abnormalities he discovered.
For example, Mr. Wu seems to have never eaten.
The food prepared by Mr. Wu is delicious and delicious, but the food he prepares is often enjoyed by Zheng Qing and the yellow foxes in the bookstore. Zheng Qing has never seen Mr. Wu eat it.
For another example, the yellow tabby cat in the store is also very strange. When Zheng Qing was ten years old, the tabby cat came from nowhere, got into the study room and ran around and refused to come out. The husband didn't chase it away, and the cat left in a dignified manner.
The cat lived there. As time passed, Zheng Qing always felt that it had become a spirit. More than once, he saw the tabby cat taking out the key to the attic room from the drawer, standing up straight and grabbing the key with its paws to open the door and get the fish.
The cat never avoided it, but often waved its paws to say hello to him.
The most important thing is that once Zheng Qing saw Mr. Wu waving at his teapot, and the teapot ten meters away from him floated into his hand.
The more he knew, the more he was in awe, and Zheng Qing's attitude towards Mr. Wu became more and more respectful.
The young man always has this or that kind of reverie in his heart. So these anomalies slowly accumulate in his heart, and he gradually becomes familiar with them, so that he becomes accustomed to them and doesn't take them seriously anymore.
Until his twelfth birthday, Mr. Wu expressed that he wanted to give Zheng Qing a gift.
It was a foggy morning. Mr. Wu took Zheng Qing's hand and told him to hold on tight. Zheng Qing grabbed Mr. Wu's big hand nervously. After leaving the bookstore, he walked a few steps and entered the garden of the community.
On both sides of the path in the garden are hollies more than one meter high, neatly trimmed by gardeners. Follow the path and turn left and right, passing through a circular arch, and the surrounding fog seems to dissipate instantly.
He was still thinking about the arch that he had never seen in the garden before. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu left him behind and said hello to a skinny old man walking towards him with fists in his hands.
Zheng Qing looked around and saw a quiet and ancient small street in front of him.
At the entrance to the small street, there is an archway supported by two bare stone pillars. On the plaque above, the three characters "Hui Zi Ji" are written in strong strokes.