In today's society, it was difficult to be a proper monk.
Namo Amitabha.
The monks were chanting in the temple.
Wang Yao stood outside and listened for a while.
"Not sincere," he said with a smile.
"Not sincere? What kind of sincerity?" Chen Ying asked with some confusion.
"Those monks chanting sutras are not sincere." Wang Yao pointed inside the temple.
"How do you know that my heart is not sincere?"
"Yes, I can tell from their chanting. They are just chanting to deal with it."
Wang Yao said with a smile. Sincerity came from the heart, so the voice was powerful and full of some kind of special emotion. Most of the chanting monks in the temple were weak. With Wang Yao's extraordinary hearing, he could even tell that some of the monks were not chanting at all. He didn't know what they were chanting.
These people!
He and Chen Ying walked around the temple and went to other places.
The scenery on the mountain could only be considered ordinary, but Wang Yao still walked around with interest. Compared to the cities surrounded by walls and reinforced concrete, he preferred such a natural environment.
Unknowingly, the sky darkened. Wang Yao enjoyed himself to the fullest.
"Let's go back."
"Okay."
The two of them walked down the mountain. On the way, they met a monk of medium build. He brushed past Wang Yao.
Huh?
Wang Yao stopped and looked back at the monk who was going up the mountain.
"Monk." He called out to the monk.
"What's the matter?" The monk stopped and looked back at Wang Yao with some confusion.
"Is it delicious?"
"What?" The monk was stunned.
"Mutton!" Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Amitabha, I don't know what you are talking about," the monk said very seriously.
"Well, it looks like it." Wang Yao smiled.
"Monk, take care."
"Almsgiver, take care." The monk put his palms together and bowed to Wang Yao and Chen Ying. Then he turned and left.
"Interesting." Wang Yao smiled and continued down the mountain.
"Sir, how do you know he has eaten meat?"
"I smelled it. He smelled like mutton and cumin," Wang Yao said.
"Not only did he eat meat, but he also drank wine and slept with women," Wang Yao said.
"Ah, I know this mutton and wine. I can smell it. You can even tell that he's looking for a woman?"
"Hmm, that's easy to explain. There's a fragrance on his body. It's the smell of perfume. A monk shouldn't use perfume, especially such a pungent perfume. That person is a monk who drinks meat and drinks wine."
"He does look like a monk. It's a pity that he has such a good appearance," Chen Ying said.
"Let's go. Shall we go and eat mutton?"
"Sure!"
After Wang Yao said that, the monk who went up the mountain started cursing.
"Motherf * cker, you're meddling in a lot of things. But that girl is going to sound pretty good. Amitabha, I've sinned.
When he passed by the temple hall, he hurriedly bowed to the Bodhisattva sitting on the lotus flower.
The Bodhisattva looked at him with a smile.
"Bodhisattva, I've broken the precepts again today. Please forgive me." After that, he turned and left.
The Bodhisattva statue behind him was still sitting there and smiling. The cigarette in front of him was still burning.
This was just a small episode.
After going down the mountain, Chen Ying drove Wang Yao to a famous hot pot restaurant to eat instant-boiled mutton.
They ordered a few side dishes. The main dish was the hot pot.
"On the mountain, he eats meat and chants to Buddha. He seems to be sincere. At the foot of the mountain, he drinks wine, eats meat, and sleeps with women. What a monk!"
Looking at the boiling hot pot, Wang Yao thought of the monk again.
"They are paid on the mountain," Chen Ying said.
"Is that so?"
"Of course, there are a lot of believers there. During festivals, there will be people who burn incense and worship Buddha. There will be incense money. Sometimes, the first incense can be bought with a lot of money. Where does the money go? How much does the monks spend every day? I've seen that the tea they drink is top grade."
"Oh, that's really carefree!" Hearing Chen Ying's words, Wang Yao was quite surprised.
Are these monks living such a good life?
"They eat meat and chants to Buddha every day. No wonder they have distracting thoughts. It's too tasteless!"
"Yes."
"Ah, the meat is served. Shall we dig in?"
"Okay."
Dinner was a joyous meal.
When the two of them returned to the small courtyard, it was already past 8 pm.
"I'll contact someone. I'll take you to try the gun tomorrow."
"Sure, as you wish," Wang Yao replied.
In fact, every man had a dream about guns. Wang Yao had also thought about it, but it was now a thing of the past.
At night, the wind started to blow. It was a little cold on the body.
Chen Ying contacted the place. In fact, these things were not as simple as they seemed.
Just as Chen Ying was about to go to bed, she received a call from the treatment center. Her brother fell ill.
At this time, she realized that from the last time she and Wang Yao went to treat her brother until now, her brother had always been in a sober state. This surprised her. As far as she knew, this was the longest time her brother had been in a sober state.
She looked at the time. It was almost 9 pm.
"Should I talk to him?"
She went out and knocked on Wang Yao's door. Wang Yao put down the book in his hand and got up to open the door.
"What's the matter?"
"My brother fell ill just now."
"Let's go and have a look," Wang Yao said without hesitation.
Chen Ying made the phone call while driving.
At this time of night, there were relatively few cars in Jing. The time it took them to get there was shorter than during the day.
In addition to Director Fu, there was also a doctor who received them. After Director Fu introduced him, Wang Yao found out that he was Chen Zhou's attending doctor.
"The room has been arranged for you, but he just took some medicine."
"Let's go and have a look," Wang Yao said.
"Okay."
The room was still the same, but Chen Zhou had fallen asleep because of the medicine.
Wang Yao went to the bed and carefully checked it.
Hiss, this is strange!
He clearly felt that some of the meridians in his head were disordered again. Just the day before yesterday, he had straightened these meridians with external force.
"Has he been hit, especially in the head?"
"No." Dr. Li was very sure. It was precisely because the patient's condition was very special that he was very concerned about him.
"What's wrong, Dr. Wang?"
"It's a little strange."
He then used the method of "Neixi" to straighten these disordered meridians. However, he did not wake Chen Zhou up. Instead, he carefully checked other parts of his body.
"There is no problem!"
He could not figure it out for the time being.
"Well, when he wakes up, you can continue to observe him and see when he has a relapse. Remember his experience before the relapse."
"Okay."
"Excuse me," Dr. Li said.
"What's the matter?"
"Is the reason why Chen Zhou didn't have a relapse today because he received your treatment?" Dr. Li asked tentatively.
"Yes."
"Really!" He was very excited when he heard Wang Yao's promise.
"You?"
"Oh, then can I ask, what kind of treatment method did you use? Can it be used on other mental patients as well?"
"Well, sorry!" In the face of this somewhat "fanatical" doctor, Wang Yao decisively blocked all the latter's words with his first sentence.
"Ah, that's, that's a pity!" Dr. Li originally had a lot of things to say to Wang Yao, but he could only swallow them all into his stomach.
"Let's go back."
"Okay."
On the way back, Chen Ying could not help but ask, "Dr. Wang, what's the matter with my brother?"
"Some of the meridians in his head are disordered."
"Disordered meridians?" She was a person who practiced martial arts, so she was not unfamiliar with this term.
"How could this be?"
"I can't tell you the specific reason," Wang Yao said. "We can only wait until the next time he has a relapse to check. It's best if we can have a video of his relapse. That way, we may be able to find some clues."
In fact, the best way was to stay in the treatment center and watch over Chen Zhou. When he had a relapse, he would naturally be able to get some of the information he wanted. However, this was somewhat unrealistic.
"Okay, I'll contact them."
Because they had gone to the treatment center, it took two hours to go back and forth. In addition to the delay in the treatment center, it was already past one o 'clock in the morning when they returned to the small courtyard.
"This time, I really want to thank you so much, Dr. Wang," Chen Ying said sincerely before entering the house.
"It's a win-win situation for us," Wang Yao said.
"I also hope to cure your brother's illness. This kind of illness is also a challenge for me, and it can also improve my medical skills."
Although she said that, Chen Ying still remembered this kindness in her heart. If it were any other passerby, Wang Yao would definitely not treat them.
"Well, you must be tired after a day. Rest well. Good night."
"Good night."
The next day, Wang Yao woke up very early and practiced the stance in the small courtyard.
He was still communicating with heaven and earth.
This sounded a bit mysterious, but in fact, people themselves were a part of heaven and earth. There was potential in the body. Wang Yao believed that these methods of practice were to constantly improve oneself and break through oneself, allowing people to have a better communication with heaven and earth.
"I've already contacted them. We can go over in the morning to test the gun," Chen Ying said to Wang Yao when they were having breakfast.
"Okay."
Chen Ying drove her to what should be the station of the armed police.
The management of firearms in China was very strict. However, in some special circumstances, outsiders were allowed to visit and use them, such as interviews, military training, and special personnel like Chen Ying.
An officer here obviously knew her. He followed her all the way to the shooting range.
Some firearms were already prepared on a long table. There were pistols, rifles, and even a sniper rifle.
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