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 look on his face, slapped and beat him on the 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 his statement, Zheng Qingtian was deficient in qi and blood, but had a strong spirit. This caused an imbalance of yin and yang, and the yin qi rushed up, causing headaches. Originally, memorizing books and practicing calligraphy every day consumed Zheng Qing's energy, but reading and practicing calligraphy consumed Zheng Qing's energy and blood even more. Two and two subtract each other, so Zheng Qing's situation is getting worse and worse.
"Is there a way to remedy it?"
"A natural deficiency in Qi and blood cannot be made up by acquired medicinal stones."
"That is to say, there is Other ways"
Mr. Wu remained silent.
"Please save me, sir." 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-part 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 told, which means that Professor Zheng cannot tell anyone about his treatment. Mr. Wu said solemnly that there are some things that cannot be explained clearly.
The second law is not to be spread to outsiders, which means that the treatment of diseases involves secrecy, and people in the Zheng family should not pry into it at will. Moreover, according to Mr. Wu's vague statement, he inherited a lineage of Taoism. If Zheng Qing wanted to make up for his innate deficiencies, he needed to join his own sect and accept his own discipline.
The third one is the abdomen but not the eyes. Mr. Wu said that he only treated Zheng Qing because he met him, so he wanted peace of mind and did not want to be disturbed by other patients. For the sake of the heart, not for the name. If the treatment has some effect, the Zheng family will attract other patients to disturb them, and they will have no choice but to 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 kowtowed immediately.
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 his teacher.
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 He would also smile and speak glibly to make those little girls happy.
Mr. Wu also has a wide range of hobbiesGeneral. It seems that every aspect of people's lives can arouse his strong interest in playing, playing, playing, playing, calligraphy and painting, even various ball games, and even tedious chores in bookstores. So much so that Professor Zheng said with emotion, Mr. Wu is a real person.
The most important thing is that Mr. Wu’s treatment methods are indeed superb.
Since becoming his disciple, Zheng Qing’s headache has not recurred for a single day.
This made Professor Zheng and Zheng Qing’s parents extremely grateful. But 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 treatment methods are very unique. He did not give Zheng Qing acupuncture and massage all day long, nor did he prepare Jinshi decoction for Zheng Qing. Instead, he followed Professor Zheng's usual practice of practicing calligraphy
But what Zheng Qing practiced was not the three thousand Chinese characters commonly found in books, but a worn-out talisman.
The talisman stickers have a total of 324 pages, with four talismans on each page, totaling 1,296 talisman words. The structure of each character is extremely complex, and there are often subtle changes between strokes, which makes it even more difficult for Zheng Qing to practice.
Mr. Wu seemed not to be satisfied, so he specially found a small, soft pen for Zheng Qing, and even 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 to write. Although this soft little 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 was silence every day, a small test on the fifth day, and a big test on the tenth day. If you couldn't stand the silence, it would be a ruler. If you couldn't stand the test, it would be a ruler.
Mr. Wu said that if you cannot 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 in the talisman. And his headaches have not recurred in three years.
In more than 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 delicious food prepared by Mr. Wu is full of color and aroma, but the food is often enjoyed by Zheng Qing and the yellow fox 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 weird. When Zheng Qing was ten years old, this yellow civet came from nowhere, got into the study room and ran around, refusing to come out. The husband didn't chase it away anymore, and the cat settled down openly. 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, opening the door to get the dried fish. And this cat never avoided him, 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 shook.It drifted 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 some kind of reverie in his heart. So these anomalies slowly accumulated in his heart, and he gradually became familiar with them, so that he became accustomed to them and didn't take them seriously anymore.
On his twelfth birthday, Mr. Wu expressed that he would 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, I walked a few steps and entered the garden of the community.
On both sides of the garden path are hollies more than one meter high, neatly trimmed by gardeners. Turning left and right along the path, passing through a circular arch, the surrounding fog seemed to dissipate instantly.
He was still thinking that the arch seemed to have never been seen in the garden before. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu left him behind and greeted a skinny old man walking towards him with fists in his hands.
Zheng Qing looked around and saw a quiet and old street in front of him.
At the entrance of 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.