Don't be full when you eat, and don't be full when you speak.
Fang Yan knew that Master Tian Jizi was holding back. Since he was willing to help his grandpa's leg disease, it proved that he was sure that he could cure his grandpa's paralysis. At least it would improve his legs.
Master Tian Jizi just said that his grandpa's legs were 'cut off', but Fang Yan knew that his master was good at 'Spring Comes From Withered Wood'. If he could rejuvenate his grandpa's two 'withered wood' legs, wouldn't that be the ultimate meaning of Taoism?
"Thank you, Master." Fang Yan said gratefully. "Thank you, Master."
Tian Jizi nodded and walked to the back of Fang Huwei's wheelchair with a horsetail whisk in his hand.
Fang Huwei and Fang Yan were filled with curiosity. Old Master Fang Huwei's leg was clearly injured, so why did Tianjizi run to his back?
"The human body is like a tree, and the soul of the tree is at the root. As long as the root is not cut off, nourished by water and bathed in the sun, it will be able to rejuvenate and sprout. "Tian Jizi understood Fang Yan's doubts and explained aloud. "Those who only know how to treat the head and legs are unqualified quacks. Most head diseases can be treated and improved in the soles of the feet. There are many acupoints on the soles of the feet, and each acupoint corresponds to the major organs of the human body — this is also the principle of barefoot health. "
Tian Jizi held the horsetail whisk in one hand and put the other hand flat on the top of Fang Huwei's head.
"As I said just now, Mr. Fang's legs are cut off, and it is very difficult to treat the disease from the legs. Because it is difficult to bear force there, and it is even more difficult to transfer Qi. In this way, you can only get twice the result or return without any results. " Tian Jizi's words were quite instructive to Fang Yan. He glanced at Fang Yan and said, "You must remember."
Fang Yan said respectfully, "I understand."
Tian Jizi nodded and didn't move, but a green light appeared in his palm.
The cyan light enveloped the top of Fang Huwei's head, as if it wanted to open a hole there and drill into it.
A few seconds later, Fang Huwei's forehead was covered in sweat.
Half a minute later, Fang Huwei was sweating profusely. Even his clothes were soaked.
Fang Yan was surprised, but he did not disturb him.
He was afraid that he would affect his master's treatment because he knew better than anyone else how much his grandfather wanted him to stand up.
When Mo Qingdi's tendons were cut, he said that he hated himself for not being able to stand up.
When the Fang family was looked down upon and bullied, he said that he hated himself for not being able to stand up.
When Fang Yan's father, Fang Yixing, died in battle at the entrance of Swallow Dock Village, Fang Yan carried his father's corpse home.
That day, Grandpa sat in the wheelchair and didn't say a word. However, Fang Yan would never forget the look in his eyes at that time. His eyes were filled with grief, despair, great guilt, and deep hatred.
It was a pair of blood-red eyes. There were no tears, but it made everyone who saw it want to cry.
It was also because it was difficult to forget that pair of eyes that Fang Yan blamed himself during the three years he was guarding his father's grave.
If he had been a little earlier, if he had been a little faster, would he have been able to save his father? Would he have saved Grandpa from the most painful thing in life, where he had to see his son die before him?
About two minutes later, Fang Huwei's body began to tremble. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from groaning in pain.
His hands on the wheelchair kept trembling. His legs, which had been immobile for many years, also began to move — although it was very small, it was still obvious that they were trembling.
"They moved." Fang Yan looked surprised. "My legs moved —"
Old Man Fang Huwei's eyes were wide open. He felt a boiling hot torrent running through his body. Like red-hot molten steel flowing into a ditch, the blocked blood vessels and acupuncture points in his body were all forcefully opened.
Taoism emphasized peace and tranquility, but when it came to treating illnesses, it was overbearing and barbaric.
His body was in pain, but his heart was filled with joy.
Hearing Fang Yan's voice, he wanted to grin, but because his body was in too much pain, his smile was a little distorted, and it was more like a distorted cry.
"They moved —" Fang Huwei said aloud, his voice becoming hoarse. "I felt them move — this pair of old companions — we haven't been in contact for many years —"
When Old Master Fang Huwei's hair stood on end, some of them looking like they were about to be scorched, Tianjizi finally retracted his palm.
He exhaled, then looked at Fang Yan and said, "Elder Fang's body is weak, and it's difficult for him to bear too much 'Aura of the Azure Bull' at one time. If you force yourself to hold on, you will only faint. Let's call it a day. Elder Fang, have a good rest. Don't take a bath, just find a clean towel to wipe your body. "
Fang Huwei knew that what Tianjizi said was the truth. Although he desperately endured for the sake of his dignity and treatment, if he persisted, his physical strength would be exhausted, and he might not be able to escape the consequence of fainting. It was good to have a temporary rest.
However, he was still a little unwilling in his heart. If his legs could be cured in one go, he would be willing to accept fainting — —
"Daoist Master, my legs — —" Fang Huwei let Fang Yan wipe the sweat off his face with a towel, then looked at Tianjizi anxiously and asked. "I felt them move just now — I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but for so many years, I couldn't feel their existence. They were like two pieces of wood on top of my body — — just now, I connected with them, I — — I felt a burning sensation — —"
Tianjizi looked at Fang Huwei with a face full of smiles and said, "Elder Fang, I just helped you clear the meridians in your body. Because it was the first time I did this, the effect was the best — — the second and third times will be slightly weaker. However, as long as you persevere, Elder Fang's leg disease will definitely be completely healed. "
"I can't thank you enough." Fang Huwei sat in his wheelchair and bowed to Tianjizi.
Tianjizi stepped aside and said, "Fang Yan and I are master and disciple, Elder Fang's actions have messed up the seniority — — Elder Fang, please rest, I'll have a few more words with Fang Yan."
"Go ahead." Fang Huwei said with a smile. "Fang Yan, take good care of your master for me."
"Grandpa, don't worry." Fang Yan said with a smile.
Fang Huwei said goodbye to Tianjizi, then had his manservant, Fang Fusheng, push him to his room in the backyard to tidy up.
Fang Yan asked Tianjizi to sit down, then poured him a cup of hot tea, then suddenly knelt in front of Tianjizi and kowtowed three times.
Tianjizi didn't stop him, but looked at Fang Yan and said, "When we confirmed our master-disciple relationship, you didn't kneel to me — — why are you kneeling now?"
"Thank you, Master, for giving me a new lease of life." Fang Yan said with a serious face.
"Give you a new lease of life?" Tianjizi shook his head and said, "It's just to treat my leg disease."
"Master, you should be able to see that Grandpa's physical condition is very bad — — Grandpa has loved martial arts all his life, but ever since his legs were paralyzed, he felt that life was meaningless. But in order to support the Fang family, he has been working hard to support it. Ever since my father died tragically at the village entrance three years ago, his body has suddenly deteriorated, and most of the spirit that supported him has been lost. Especially in the past six months, he has been half asleep and half awake every day, and his body has become so weak — — I'm away from home, and every night I wake up from nightmares, dreaming that Grandpa is sitting in a wheelchair, waving at me — — waving goodbye to me — — "
"If Master can cure Grandpa's leg, if he can stand up again, if he can practice martial arts again — — I think his spirit will return, and his life will continue — — our Fang family — — can no longer have anyone leave, not a single one — —"
Fang Yan's voice was deep and sincere. As he spoke, his eyes were red, seeming to be very worried about his grandfather's body.
"Pity your filial piety." The Divine Jizi looked at Fang Yan with a gratified expression and said, "As I said earlier, it's not that your grandfather's leg can't be cured, as long as he uses the 'Azure Ox Qi' to help him unblock and repair it, he can still stand up again — — it's just that I can't stay in Swallow Dock for a long time, and this is a big problem."
Fang Yan crawled up from the ground and looked at the Divine Jizi, "I know Master has already thought of a way."
"That's right. There is indeed a way to solve this problem — — "The Divine Jizi said with a smile. "Come back with me and learn my 'Azure Ox Qi Transfer Technique', and my 'Spring Returns to Withered Wood' — — when you return, massage your grandfather every day, and your grandfather's leg will naturally be cured. Since ancient times, medicine and Taoism have been inseparable. At that time, you can also use this technique to help your mother's body — — her qi and blood are also weak, probably because of the worries in her heart that can't be resolved. "
Fang Yan frowned and said, "Of course I'm willing to follow Master to learn, but — — I'm currently trapped in a cage, and there are many things that I have to deal with."
"It has to do with the Jiang family's coercion?"
"Master also knows about this?"
"There are millions of disciples in the Gate of Dao, it's very easy for me to find out a few things — —" The Divine Jizi said with a prideful expression. "Think about it, is it more useful for you to stay in the outside world and fight against the Jiang family, or is it more effective for you to follow me to the Gate of Dao? If the Jiang family knows that you're following me to the Gate of Dao, some of them will definitely be more cautious, and some things will naturally be done more discreetly — — furthermore, once you join my Gate of Dao, the millions of disciples will be your staunch support. At that time, who would dare to bully you? "
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