Don't eat too much, and don't talk too much.
Fang Yan understood that Master Tianjizi had reservations. Since he was willing to offer to help Grandpa with his leg disease, it proved that he was confident that he could cure Grandpa's paralysis. At least it would have a good improvement on his legs.
Master Tianjizi just said that Grandpa's legs were "dead", but Fang Yan knew that his special skill was "reviving dead wood". If he could make Grandpa's two "dead wood" legs rejuvenate, wouldn't that be the highest mystery of Taoism
"Thank you, Master." Fang Yan said with gratitude. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Master."
Tianjizi nodded, holding a whisk and walking to the back of old man Fang Huwei's wheelchair and standing there.
Fang Huwei and Fang Yan, grandfather and grandson, were full of curiosity. Grandpa Fang Huwei was obviously injured in his leg, so why did Tianjizi run to his back
"The human body is like a tree. The soul of a tree is in its roots. As long as the roots are not cut off, they are nourished by water and bathed in the sun, and they can be rejuvenated and sprout new buds." Tianjizi understood Fang Yan's doubts and explained. "Those who only know how to treat headaches and leg pains are not good doctors. Most head diseases can be well treated and improved on the soles of the feet. There are many acupuncture points on the soles of the feet, and each acupuncture point corresponds to a major organ of the human body - this is also the principle of barefoot health preservation."
Tianjizi held the whisk in one hand and placed the other hand flat on top of old man Fang Huwei's head.
"I've already said that Elder Fang's legs are completely devoid of vitality, so it's very difficult to treat illnesses in the legs. This is because it's difficult for that part to bear force, and it's even harder for air to pass through. In this case, you'll either have to work twice as hard or return empty-handed." Tianjizi's words were full of instruction for Fang Yan. He glanced at Fang Yan and said, "You have to keep this in mind."
Fang Yan said respectfully: "Disciple is grateful for your instruction."
Tianjizi nodded, without any movement, but a green light appeared on his palm.
The green light enveloped the top of Grandpa Fang Huwei's head, as if it was going to open a hole there and drill into it.
Within seconds, beads of sweat appeared on old man Fang Huwei's forehead.
Half a minute later, old man Fang Huwei was sweating profusely, even his clothes were soaked.
Fang Yan was surprised in his heart, but did not make any noise to disturb him.
He was afraid that he would affect his master's treatment, because he knew better than anyone how much his grandfather wanted him to stand up.
When Mo Qingdi's tendons were cut, he said he hated not being able to stand up.
When the Fang family was looked down upon and bullied, he said he hated himself for not being able to stand up.
When Fang Yan's father Fang Yixing died in battle at the entrance of Yanziwu Village, Fang Yan returned home carrying his father's body.
That day, Grandpa sat in a wheelchair without saying a word. However, Fang Yan will never forget the look in his eyes at that time - grief to death, extreme despair, great guilt, and deep hatred.
Those were a pair of blood-red eyes, without tears, but made everyone who saw them want to cry.
Precisely because he could not forget those eyes, Fang Yan blamed himself for the three years he spent guarding his father's tomb.
If he had been earlier, if he had been faster, would he have been able to save his father? Would he have been able to save his grandfather from the most painful thing in life: seeing his son die young
When it was close to two minutes, Fang Huwei's body began to tremble, and he clenched his teeth to prevent himself from groaning in pain.
His hands on the wheelchair kept shaking, and his legs, which had been unable to move for many years, also began to bounce - although the amplitude was very small, one could still see them trembling slightly.
"It moved." Fang Yan's face was full of surprise. "The legs moved-----"
Old man Fang Huwei's eyes were wide open, and he felt a torrent of boiling water rushing through his body, just like red-hot molten steel flowing into a ditch, vigorously opening all the blocked blood vessels and acupuncture points in his body.
Taoism emphasizes tranquility and peace, but the methods it uses to treat illnesses are overbearing and barbaric.
His body was in pain, but his heart was joyful.
Hearing Fang Yan's voice, he wanted to grin, but because his body was in too much pain, his smile was a little distorted, more like a distorted cry.
"They moved-----" Fang Huwei said, his voice becoming hoarse. "I felt them move----this old pair----I haven't contacted them for many years-----"
When old man Fang Huwei's hair stood up and some strands seemed to be singed, Tianjizi finally withdrew his hand.
He exhaled, then looked at Fang Yan and said, "Mr. Fang is weak and can't bear too much 'Green Bull Qi' at once. Trying to hold on will only make you dizzy and faint. That's all for today, Mr. Fang, take a good rest. Don't take a shower, just find a clean towel to wipe your body."
Fang Huwei knew that what Tianjizi said was true. Although he tried his best to endure for the sake of dignity and treatment, if he continued to hold on, his physical strength would be exhausted and he would probably faint. It would be good to be able to rest for a while.
However, he still felt a little unwilling. If he could heal both legs in one go, he would be willing to accept it even if he fainted.
"Master, my legs-----" Fang Huwei let Fang Yan wipe the sweat off his face with a towel, and looked at Tianjizi anxiously and asked. "I just felt them moving----I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, for so many years, I couldn't feel their existence, just like two pieces of wood on my body----I just connected with them, I----I felt a burning sensation there-----"
Tianjizi looked at Fang Huwei with a smile on his face and said, "Mr. Fang, I just helped you clear the meridians in your body. Because this is the first time I have done this, the effect is the best. The second and third times will have a slightly weaker effect. However, as long as you persevere, Mr. Fang's leg disease will be completely cured."
"I need no thanks for your kindness." Fang Huwei bowed to Tianjizi while sitting in a wheelchair.
Tianjizi stepped aside and said, "Fang Yan and I have a master-disciple relationship. What Mr. Fang did is confusing the seniority. Mr. Fang, please go and have a rest. Fang Yan and I will have a few more words."
"Please do as you please." Grandpa 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 hello to Tianjizi again, and was pushed to his room in the backyard by the family's servant Fang Fusheng to clean up.
Fang Yan asked Tianjizi to sit down, poured him another cup of hot tea, and then suddenly knelt down in front of Tianjizi and kowtowed three times.
Tianjizi did not stop him. He looked at Fang Yan and said, "When we confirmed our relationship as master and disciple, you did not kneel to me. Why are you kneeling now?"
"Thank you, Master, for giving me a new life." Fang Yan said seriously.
"The grace of giving you a new life?" Tianjizi shook his head and said, "It's just helping to treat the leg disease."
"Master should be able to see that Grandpa's health is very bad now. Grandpa loved martial arts all his life. Since his legs became paralyzed, he felt that life was hopeless. But in order to support the Fang family, he has been working hard to provide strong support. Since my father died tragically at the entrance of the village three years ago, his health has suddenly deteriorated, and the energy that supported him has been mostly 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 am out of town, and I am awakened by nightmares every night. I dream that Grandpa is sitting in a wheelchair and waving at me - waving goodbye to me."
"If Master can heal Grandpa's leg, if he can stand up again and practice martial arts again - I think his spirit will come back and his life will continue - our Fang family cannot let anyone leave, not even one person -"
Fang Yan's voice was deep and sincere. His eyes were red as he spoke, and he seemed to be very worried about his grandfather's health.
"I pity your filial piety." Tianjizi looked at Fang Yan with a face full of satisfaction and said, "As I said just now, your grandfather's legs can be cured. As long as we use the 'Qi of the Green Ox' to help him clear and repair them for a long time, he will be able to stand up again. It's just that I can't stay in Yanziwu for a long time. This is a big problem."
Fang Yan got up from the ground, looked at Tianjizi and said, "I know Master has already thought of a solution."
"Yes. There is indeed a way to solve this problem-------" Tianjizi said with a smile. "Come back with me, learn my Qingniu Qi-transferring method, learn my withered wood reviving spring-------When you come back after learning, massage your grandfather and transfer Qi every day, and your grandfather's leg disease will naturally heal. Since ancient times, medicine and Taoism have been inseparable. When the time comes, you can also use this method to nourish your mother's body-------Her Qi and blood are also weak, probably because she is worried and difficult to resolve."
Fang Yan frowned and said, "Of course I am willing to follow Master to learn skills, but------I am trapped in a cage now, and there are many things that need me to deal with."
"Is it related to the persecution of the Jiang family?"
"Master also knows about this?"
"There are tens of thousands of Daoist disciples, so it's easy for me to find out something." Tianjizi said proudly. "Think about it, is it more useful for you to stay in the outside world and fight with the Jiang family, or is it better to follow me to the Daoist sect to deter others? If the Jiang family knew that you followed me to the Daoist sect, some people would be more cautious, and some things would naturally be done more covertly. Moreover, once you enter the Daoist sect, tens of thousands of Daoist disciples will be your strong backing. At that time, who would dare to bully you?" (To be continued)