Rebirth: The First Female Physician

Grandma may have been too shocked, she stared blankly at the old Taoist priest, speechless.

Yang Zimei looked at the Taoist priest, then at the old thread-bound books on the bookshelf next to him, raised his childish face, but asked in a mature tone: "Taoist priest, can I learn the real way of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil by learning Taoism from you?" The art of changing fate against the sky?"

The surprise in the old Taoist's eyes deepened.

Such a sentence should never be uttered by a five-year-old girl, but the fact is that it is so. What kind of enchanting child is this?

The old Taoist bent down, picked her up, walked to the bookshelf, pointed to the rows of thread-bound calligraphy, and said, "These are the metaphysics wealth left by our Chinese ancestors, including mountains, medicine, fate, divination, The five systems including phase, if you have a certain level of cultivation, can indeed make people seek good luck, avoid bad luck and change their fate against the sky.”[

In her previous life, she had been bluffing and deceiving for more than ten years, but she never really believed in the so-called physiognomy, thinking that it was just something that she just babbled about for a living just like her.

"Divination, fortune-telling, feng shui, and so on, aren't these feudal superstitions that deceive people?" Yang Zimei didn't care about what people thought of her current age and status, and continued to ask maturely.

"Feudal superstition?" The old Taoist sneered with a disdainful expression, "True metaphysics is a broad and profound philosophy, a kind of mysterious and mysterious knowledge derived from the harmony of yin and yang in the human body that cannot be explained by science Theory, with thousands of years of historical development, how can it be said to be a superstition of the Feng family?"

After the old Taoist said this, he felt that what he said was too profound. Even the old lady next to him didn't understand what he was talking about. How could he pray for this five-year-old child to understand?

However, he found that the child seemed to understand, and was blinking a pair of dark eyes, but looking at the books on the bookshelf with adult-like deep eyes.

"Okay! I want to learn metaphysics from you!"

Yang Zimei nodded, slipped from the old Taoist's arms, and said seriously.

She has experienced such unimaginable things as rebirth, why can't she believe in such mysterious and mysterious things as metaphysics?Existence is reasonable, since it can affect Chinese people for thousands of years, making people believe in it with incomparable piety, it must be reasonable. Money.

*

In the last life, there was a very famous fortune teller in City A. Every day, a large number of dignitaries and dignitaries lined up to wait for him to make fortunes and ask fortunes.

This made her extremely envious and jealous. She sat on the street for a day, but she couldn't catch a single customer, and the money they were willing to pay was very little, only a few yuan.

At that time, she couldn't figure out why there was such a big difference in treatment for the same fortune tellers who deceived people?

Looking at it now, maybe they are really talented and learned, and they can really seek good luck and avoid bad luck, point out the maze and change their fate against the sky.

Seeing that she agreed, the old Taoist was very happy, and couldn't wait to say to grandma: "Since this child wants to be my teacher, then, please stay on the mountain in the future. I will take her down the mountain to reunite with you when I have time."

Grandma looked at a loss.

The old Taoist priest represents a living god, and accepts her granddaughter as an apprentice to teach the way of immortality, which makes her both happy and worried.

*

Yang Zimei thought of her tragic life that started when she was six years old. She didn't know if it would change. She wanted to cherish the warmth of her family now, and she really didn't want to leave home any longer.

"Master, I don't want to stay on the mountain all day. I want to be with my family. How about this? From now on, I will get up at six o'clock every morning to study on the mountain for a while, and then go home in the afternoon." Yang Zimei suggested. [

Perhaps because she is used to her old-fashioned words, the old man no longer looked at her with surprise eyes, but treated her as an equal adult, thought for a while, and nodded, "That's okay, it's just that we have profound metaphysics, It’s not something that can be learned in a short period of time, and it doesn’t matter if you’re not on the mountain, as long as you go home every day and finish the homework I assign.”

Yang Zimei didn't know what homework he wanted to assign her, but she believed that it must not be embarrassing for her, so she nodded.

What's more, she also wants to learn some real skills within this year as soon as possible, so that her family can avoid that extinction disaster and rewrite her tragic life.

"Can you read?" Taoist master took out the "Book of Changes" from the bookshelf and asked.

Yang Zimei nodded, "I recognize a little bit, but not much!"

"Old fairy, the child's father is a teacher and can read a lot of characters." Grandma said aside.

"Well, today you can take this book home and recite it, ask your father about the words you don't understand, and teach me about the principles you don't understand!" Taoist master said.

Yang Zimei looked at the thick book with some sweat, but took the book without saying anything.

If she could change her life, let alone reciting a difficult ancient book, she would do even more difficult things.

"Then every morning at six o'clock, I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain as a teacher!" After the old Taoist finished speaking, he sat on the bed where Yang Zimei was lying just now, closed his eyes and meditated, ignoring the two of them.

Grandma pulled Yang Zimei away.

When she got home, her mother Huang Xiuli saw the white cloth on her forehead and asked her to hug her heartbrokenly, asking what happened.

Grandma just told the story in detail.

"Niu Niu, this child is really full of disasters, poor Niu Niu!" Huang Xiuli hugged her tightly in her arms, her eyes full of heartache.

Feeling the warmth of mother's love, Yang Zimei's heart grew more nostalgic, and she hugged her mother tightly with her little hands.