Bodhidharma said seriously: "By your qualifications and martial arts practice, you can't think of this seal for less than two thousand years. You can't live that day, and I can't wait for that day. So we can only avoid another way, allowing you to accumulate a lot of merit and use the compassion of saving all living beings to break this damn prohibition!"

"Saving all living beings?" Wang Fei felt increasingly unreliable: "Isn't that the life of Guanyin and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

"You know too much. You can learn whatever you want and do whatever you want. There are many questions." Bodhidharma's face darkened, and his eyes were filled with evil light: "It made me angry and I stood up to eliminate demons, and killed you to eliminate harm to the people."

Wang Fei has nothing to say. Either he is a monk. If you kill you, you will have to be labeled as a devil. Where can I reason about it?

Seeing his grievance, Bodhidharma's expression slowed down a little: "Actually, don't underestimate the medical science. When I traveled to Middle Earth, I was attracted by the profound Chinese medicine. Other medical sciences are just a technique to cure diseases and save people. Traditional Chinese medicine can help people understand Yin and Yang, understand the universe, and explore the mysteries. I still dare not claim to have one percent of the mystery. If you have time, you can read the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic. Don't treat it as a simple medical book. Deeply comprehension will be of great benefit to martial arts."

Wang Fei's heart moved.

Seeing that he no longer thought about learning peerless martial arts, Lao Huai comforted him: "Do you have the foundation of traditional Chinese medicine?"

Wang Fei nodded: "The master has taught him some, but it is relatively superficial."

"Okay, I'll teach you the art of observing qi first."

Wang Fei was so excited that he was worthy of being a Dharma. The meeting ceremony was so heavy. What is the technique of observing Qi? When Bian Que saw Cai Huanki, there was a classic case: Bian Que met Duke Huan, and stood in a branch. Bian Que said, "Your illness is in the skin, and you are afraid of being deep." Huanhou said, "I have no illness." Bian Que came out, and Huanhou said, "The doctor is good at curing the disease, and it is better to be successful." After ten days of residence, Bian Que met again and said, "Your illness is in the skin, but if you don't treat it, you will be more and more to be deep." Bian Que came out, and Huanhou was unhappy. After ten days of residence, Bian Que met, and said, "Your illness is in the stomach, and the stomach, and the most and more to be deep." Huanhou did not respond. When Bian Que came out, he was unhappy. When Bian Que came out, he was unhappy. When Bian Que came out, he looked at Duke Huan and left. Therefore, Huanhou asked someone to ask him, and Bian Que said, "... Now in the bone marrow, I have no request."

You should know that Bian Que did not take the pulse from the beginning to the end. He could see the condition of Duke Huan of Cai with his two eyes. The facts proved that Bian Que's technique of observing Qi was correct: Duke Huan died.

If Wang Fei had a little resistant to studying medicine before, he is now a little impatient. Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in the world have the utmost importance to listening, asking and touching, but the word "无" is incomparable to the ancient observation of qi and knowing diseases. In other words, if he learned this technique of observing qi, it would be the only thing that scorpions shit!

Bodhidharma sat upright, and then he began to say: "The Internal Classic says: It is called a god when he looks at it, it is called a saint when he hears it, it is called a saint when he asks it, it is called a craftsman when he knows it, and it is called a clever when he knows it..."

The meteorites in the sky are still flying like rain, and the cracks on the earth are still connected one by one. The power of heaven and earth has not been reduced by half. Wang Fei is immersed in the joy of learning at this moment, and he is as if he is not aware of the power of the collapse of the sky and the earth surrounding him.

As Bodhidharma spoke, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It is easy to teach a child if he is not surprised when he is in chaos.

No. 1 Middle School boys dormitory.

By the small window and under the fan, Chen Ping looked at the lingering love story in the novel, and his eyes were so moved that he turned red and almost shed tears.

"Why don't I have a girlfriend? How can a man like me who combines wisdom and beauty still be a virgin? Damn it, are girls now blind in their eyes?"

Chen Ping has a long and slim figure and is pretty pretty, but his skin is a little dark. The most conspicuous thing is his pale hair, which looks like he is in his seventies and eighties at first glance.

Class has already started now. In addition to him, there is a fat man in the dormitory. Both of them have skipped classes and slept in for many years. The fat man has long been accustomed to his complaints, and yawned and said, "Old Chen, it's almost the same. Look at your little body that falls when the wind blows, and your premature gray hair, the blind women can look down on you."

"Get out." Chen Ping grabbed a pillow and smashed it over: "I'm so fat that I can't walk anymore. I'm so embarrassed to despise me. Are you looking for a slap?"

"A man like me is about to extinction. Where is she..."

Chen Ping grabbed his cell phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He hesitated to connect: "Hey, who?"
Chapter completed!