Chapter 134 I gave Zaisheng a cure

I didn't speak immediately.

Mr. Zai was anxious and patted his chest and said, "If you can really cure me, I am willing to give you half of my property."

I shook my head and smiled faintly, "Whether it can be cured depends on you. This is called a heart disease, and the one who tied it must untie it. The one who can redeem you is not someone else, but yourself."

"I?"

“YES”

He became even more curious and stared at me closely.

I'm not in a hurry. This needs to be guided slowly, so I have to start from a long way off. After taking a sip of tea, I say, "I'll talk to you about something that has nothing to do with you, and then you'll slowly understand what I mean."

He nodded, his hands resting on the coffee table, his body hunched, afraid to miss a single word.

I picked up the book "Six Classics Therapy" from the coffee table and waved it in front of him:

"Before you came, I was reading this medical book, which was written by a very famous doctor in the Republic of China. His name is Yang Zhiyi, you can Baidu it online. He wrote about a case like this:

A child didn't want to sleep at night and kept finding ways to avoid it. His parents tried to coax him and asked a Chinese medicine doctor to prescribe tranquilizers, but nothing worked. He just wouldn't fall asleep. Dr. Yang examined the child carefully and concluded that there was something wrong with his nose.

"You don't want to sleep because you have a problem with your nose?"

"Yes, the child is under three years old, he can't express himself. In fact, once he lies down to sleep, he has difficulty breathing and his nose feels uncomfortable. Because he can't express himself, he chooses not to sleep. Not sleeping makes him feel more comfortable."

"Oh, I see. It really takes great medical skills to find the cause."

"It's the same with you. You want to die, not literally, but because you've suddenly lost your functions and feel like life as a middle-aged man has lost its meaning. So, like the child's parents, you ask the doctor to prescribe kidney-tonifying and aphrodisiac medicine."

He nodded repeatedly.

"The child can't explain why he doesn't sleep, so the doctor can't get the real reason. You can explain it, but you don't. He's afraid that if the doctor knows about your past and spreads it, it will ruin your reputation for life.

Only today, in your despair, have you opened your heart to me, and only then have I learned the true cause of your illness. So, tonight, I must tell you one thing: there's nothing wrong with your organs. The problem lies within your mind."

He sighed, "I thought so too. When seeking medical advice and medicine proved ineffective, I began to travel around the mountains and rivers, hoping to gradually forget my past."

“You can’t forget!

You can linger in the beauty of the landscape, reluctant to leave; you can gaze at the peaks and soothe your mind amidst the famous mountains and rivers; you can feast on a delicious meal, or get drunk and forget all honor and disgrace. You can climb Yueyang Tower, worrying about the world before you worry about yourself, and rejoicing after the world rejoices; you can climb the Yellow Crane Tower and think of the white clouds drifting across the sky for thousands of years, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower; from Tengwang Pavilion, you can watch the setting sun and the solitary wild goose fly together, the autumn water and the sky becoming one color.

But as soon as you return to the hotel, the past comes back to you, and you burst into tears. You dream all night, wake up several times, can't sleep, and sit alone facing the moon!

I had left the table and was walking around the room, talking. At that moment, I wasn't myself anymore. I was Zhuge Liang in the film "Romance of the Three Kingdoms," engaging in a debate with a group of scholars, sometimes facing them, sometimes turning away, eloquent and unending.

He was just stunned!

"Then why can't I forget it?"

I pointed directly at his nose. "Because you don't have love. You're still trapped in your own world, thinking only of your own gains and losses. The memories in your blood are all carrying your own honor and disgrace. Only when you open your heart, forget your identity, and use love to warm the world, will you be warmed by the world."

"Mr. Wan, I understand some of it, but not all of it. Could you be more specific?"

Only then did I sit down and gently say, "Go and teach."

"Teaching?"

"right."

"Can teaching cure my illness?"

"Yes. You choose a place like this, deep in the mountains, with no access to roads, basically isolated from the outside world. Entrust all business matters to your younger siblings, disconnect your old phone, replace it with a new one, and cut off all contact with your old circle of friends.

You went there alone, as if you had vanished from the world. There was poverty there, and parents there were even reluctant to send their children to school. You visited each of these children, inviting them back to school. Determined to change their fates, you devoted yourself to their well-being.

At this time, you worry every day about which child isn't learning well, or who isn't attending school. You visit parents, walk among the beautiful mountains and rivers, and feel excited about having convinced parents. If there were a field of rapeseed flowers, you would definitely lie there and whistle.

He listened intently.

You'll be delighted for a long time if a boy gives you a little dragonfly made of straw, and you'll be touched if a little girl gives you a paper airplane. At this moment, you feel that your life has become a different kind of joy. You feel that living an ordinary life is actually great; you feel that all the extravagance and luxury are just a dream.

When you first go there, you may not be used to it, but you must, must, must hold on. How long will you hold on? It's until you truly fall in love with those children and that landscape, so much so that you don't want to leave.

Love is so intense that you forget the worldly affairs. Love is so intense that you forget all the past. Love is so intense that you don't want to see strangers anymore. Love is so intense that your flesh and blood merge with the mountains, the water, and the people. One night, you will dream.

"dream?"

"Yes, dreaming."

He listened even more attentively.

"You will dream of springtime, and subconsciously, you'll hate it. But you'll feel your body's meridians like thousands of streams, rushing through your body. They're constantly converging, growing larger and larger, until they become a mighty torrent, rushing towards a dam. In an instant, with a loud bang, the water breaks through the dam. You'll be startled, and the water will flood the Golden Mountain. A powerful wind has suddenly arrived."

He was stunned and asked quickly, "Is it like this? Is it like this?"

"Yes, that's what the ancient texts say: 'A thousand worries will exhaust you, but if you let go of them, you will be revitalized.' It means: if you think about it every day, it will exhaust you, but if you simply forget about it, one day, it will suddenly come to you."

After that, I walked into the study, pulled out the foreign psychologist's autobiography, and handed it to him: "The first half of your story is the same as this psychiatrist's, and the second half will be the same. Take it back and read it carefully. But after you finish reading it, you must mail it back to me."

Having said that, I stopped abruptly.

He looked at me and continued. I crossed my arms and said, "You can go now."

He was dumbfounded, and only when he thought I wasn't going to say another word did he say, "Let me take down your cell phone number."

I gave him a business card.

He clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Wan, I didn't even bring my phone with me. I left it at the hotel. I think we'll meet again in the future."

I didn't give him any, but I knew that this kind of person wouldn't give him anything without giving me money. What he gave me must have been a "red envelope" that was beyond the average person's.

An hour later, he added me on WeChat. I accepted and saw his username was "Rebirth." He then sent me a message:

"This is my other phone number. I haven't added anyone else on WeChat yet. You are my only friend. Tonight's adventure is something I could never have imagined. You have opened up another world for me. No matter how many swamps and muds lie ahead, I will follow your method. Finally, this is a small token of my appreciation. You must not refuse."

I clicked on the transfer: 50,000.

Before I could get excited, I received another sum of money: 16,800.

Then came another message: If you refuse, I will go crazy.

I replied on WeChat: I will not refuse, I will never refuse you, until we meet one day.

That moonlit night, I couldn't sleep. Gradually, my eyes began to well up. Master, you told me to study every day, and I benefited greatly from it. You and your wife have constantly warmed my life. I must pass on this warmth to as many people as possible.

A tear slipped from the corner of my eye and wet the night sky of Wuxiang.