Chapter 9 The Golden Armed Sacred Doctor

  I sat on the cushion according to Mr. Zhuo's intention and found that it indeed felt different, the cushion can naturally correct my sitting posture, and Mr. Zhuo told me that when meditating, I should look at the nose with my eyes, observe the mouth with my nose, and observe the heart with my mouth, so that I can gather my spirit and concentrate on one place, and not be distracted.

  Perhaps it was my deep-rooted karma from past lives, but after following Mr. Zhuo's guidance, I didn't open my 'yin' and 'yang' eyes first, instead I practiced focusing my mind on one place, and gradually my body and mind settled down, slowly feeling a sense of emptiness, in this quiet state I suddenly had the sensation that this body did not belong to me.

  In this state, I opened my 'yin' yang eye and the scene before me was shocking, but under Mr. Zhuo's guidance, I focused my mind on one point, which is a kind of concentration, so I didn't fail due to being shocked and scattered. At that time, the shock was just a feeling, only understandable by intuition.

  I see that this village has a surge of non-human aura soaring into the clouds, presenting a black-colored aura. The numerous ghostly paths are not to be feared, but surprisingly, there are also many demonic paths.

  These monsters are concentrated in the residents' houses of this village. Some families have a porcelain Buddha statue, but inside it is actually a yellow weasel, accepting offerings from the family members, and sitting there as if nothing was wrong, which is really ridiculous. Another family is even more frightening, with a human-shaped shell containing a fox spirit inside. Surrounding the village is a den, where a group of small fox spirits reside. The entire village is filled with an eerie atmosphere, while the human energy is extremely weak.

  I refocused my gaze on Er Qi's body outside, but I could only see Er Qi's body, no matter how I looked, I couldn't see anything unusual, where was the "Yu" that Mr. Zhuo said?

  Since Mr. Zhuo can see it, it means that there must be an alien lurking in Er Kui's body, but I haven't seen it yet. I looked at Er Kui even more intently, with a clear and calm mind. As time passed bit by bit, I still didn't see anything, but I discovered something - I couldn't feel my own body...

  I feel scared, where am I and who am I? Why can I see and perceive many things, but I don't feel the existence of 'me'.

  In such a chaotic situation, I finally walked out of the fixed state, and once again felt my own body. The six senses of eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind began to revive and start working. I gazed at Mr. Zhuo who was smiling, and once again felt the existence of 'me'.

  Mr. Zhuo said: "You succeeded in entering concentration for the first time, and you even initially entered a state of emptiness, truly worthy of being a turner..." Mr. Zhuo's words were cut off before he could finish speaking.

  What's a turntable? I didn't understand what it was at the time.

  "Master! Master! I just saw that this village has a lot of anomalies, the aura is very heavy, but the thing attached to Er Qiu's body I really didn't see." I unknowingly called out "Master" again to Zhuo.

  "You've done well to get this far, wanting to see the things on the second floor, at least you need to reach the initial Zen state, and now you just stepped into the 'door' of meditation. Don't worry, what I teach you is like eating, very basic, won't affect the distinction of the 'school'. And those demons we'll deal with later." Mr. Zhuo has stood up and gestured for me to follow him.

  "Master, where are we going?" I feel like I'm a bit like Sun Wukong, constantly following Master around.

  "I just used the power of the spirit to temporarily stop Yu's movement on Erqiu, but to get rid of Yu, I still need the help of Jinbi Doctor Saint, who only has one arm." At this time, I had already walked out with Mr. Zhuo for an unknown distance, and the world in front of me kept changing.

  In the end I stayed in a world of daylight and asked Mr. Zhuo: "Where is this? Is it heaven?"

  Mr. Zhuo pulled me towards an ancient building, and as we walked, he told me: "No, the Heavenly Realm is in the layer above our world, and this world is just a balanced world with the one we were in earlier, belonging to the same realm. And by the way, the world we were in earlier is called the Saha World."

  Grandma...

  Smoke curling, birds chirping 'flowers' fragrant, a dwelling that seems to be in a world of its own. As Mr. Zhuo approached, an old man came out of the house, but with a spirited and smiling face, giving people an unusually intimate feeling.

  The old man looked at Mr. Zhuo, with a momentary stunned expression on his smiling face, and his eyes seemed to be recalling something. After a while, his eyes lit up, and his smile became even more radiant: "You are...Zhuo..."

  "Just call me Mr. Zhuo." Mr. Zhuo revealed a rare smile, as gentle as spring breeze.

  I noticed that the old man had only one arm, and the other sleeve fluttered in the wind, empty and swaying.

  The old man also noticed me and asked: "Who is this? Your apprentice?"

  Mr. Zhuo shook his head and regained his serious expression, saying: "No, I'm not qualified to be his master."

  The one-armed old man looked at me with a faint smile, his eyes seeming to hold some thought.

  Then we entered the old man's home, Mr. Zhuo told me on the way that Jin Bei Sheng Yi was a virtuous person in ancient times, named Yao, who tasted all kinds of herbs and became a medical sage after that, he kept treating illnesses and saving people, but later the king suffered from an incurable disease, this medical sage tried every means to cure it but couldn't because the real medicine was nowhere to be found.

  As the king was about to die, the medical sage finally knew what the 'medicine' was - it was his arm that he often used to grab medicine, because this arm had merit. He cut off his arm as a 'medicine', and cured the king's karmic illness. Heaven was moved by this, and gave his other arm divine power. No matter what kind of herb or medicine, the remaining arm could grab it and turn it into heavenly material. This golden-arm medical sage is now a single transmission, and the current transmitter is this old man.

  No one knows his age, just like this old man does not know Mr. Zhuo's age either.

  The home of the Golden Arm Saint always has a pleasant aroma, clean and transparent. Perhaps it's the effect of fragrant herbs, but I find that it's not just the 'medicine' herbs at work. Careful people can discover that every different person's home has a unique scent and atmosphere, which reflects the owner's cultivation and temperament.

  This taste is a life-grown flavor, Saint Doctor took one look and knew he was a clear and particular person.

  Mr. Zhuo told the Golden Arm Saint Doctor about the village's affairs, and they seemed to be old acquaintances. The saint doctor prepared a few medicinal herbs and then started on the road back with us.

  On the road, Jin Bei Sheng Yi always looked at me with curiosity, and I was a bit at a loss.

  "Hey kid, are you interested in medicinal herbs?" Sheng Yi sized me up.

  "I... seem to... not quite understand..." It's not just that I don't quite understand, I'm actually not very interested.

  Mr. Zhuo hinted: "His name is Han Dong, and his Taoist fate has not yet arrived."

  Sheng Yi stood up straight and understood Mr. Zhuo's meaning, but at that time I still didn't understand what my Dao Yuan was or where it was.

  But after a while, we returned to the village by the Lijiang River again. It was already dawn at this time. The villagers saw us again and found that there was a new person, an old man with a kind face.

  After we returned to Da Gui's home, Da Gui looked at us and said: "Ah! Masters! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

  We all know that Da Gui didn't say it clearly and thought we would leave without saying goodbye.

  At this time, a group of people had gathered in the courtyard of Da Kui's house again. Mr. Zhuo's incredible abilities had already spread throughout the village. I noticed that among these onlookers, there were several people who didn't seem quite right. Since I couldn't meditate openly at the moment, but due to the slight improvement in my spiritual realm last night, my intuition could sense that some of these people's auras were mixed with demonic energy.

  Mr. Zhuo explained the situation to Da Kui, and Sheng Yi sat in the courtyard with a smile on his face, which was slightly more serious than usual.

  But Mr. Zhuo asked me to go into the house, sit down and focus on how Sheng Yi was catching the "medicine".

  I never doubted Mr. Zhuo's words, walked into the house, sat on the cushion, eyes watching nose, nose watching mouth, mouth watching heart, I realized that this can put the six senses in a line, it is indeed a wonderful method for focusing one's mind.

  I slowly entered a state of calm, this time without any panic in my mind. The outside world became even more real to me. I saw a middle-aged woman with a yellow weasel perched on her head. Is this what they call a Ding Xian?

  The next scene where the holy doctor grasped the "medicine" truly shocked me.

  It seems that the holy doctor took out a few 'medicines' from his own pocket and carefully ground them in a jar, but the actual situation is far from what the naked eye can see.

  That one remaining arm, every time it grasped the 'medicine', a golden arm would stretch up to the clouds, grasp the heavenly material, and then fall into the pot with a twinkling sound. I thought that even if they used the same 'medicine' materials, the medicine grasped by the Holy Doctor was absolutely different from that of ordinary doctors in terms of efficacy. I also understood why he wasn't called the Lone Arm, but rather the Golden Arm Holy Doctor.

  The medicine in the gourd shone with a golden light, becoming even more pure and radiant under the saintly doctor's grinding, finally forming a golden ball-like medicinal pellet.

  I once again observed Er Qiu, who was wrapped in a big quilt and sitting on the shed, that poor man called "Pig Man" by the villagers. He still couldn't see where Mr. Zhuo said Yu was, so I gave up my efforts and just quietly observed. Unexpectedly, after a while, a red worm suddenly flashed before my eyes from Er Qiu's Dantian, and then disappeared again.

  I've said that I have a photographic memory, whether it's something I've read or seen, I can replay it in my mind like a video. I finally got a clear look at the red bug, its bright red body was short and stout, shaped like a silkworm, covered in sharp quills all over its body, with two dark black antennae on its head that were moving rapidly, and a row of terrifying sharp teeth like saw blades.

  I woke up from my meditation and found that the golden pill-like 'medicine' I had seen in my meditation now looked like an ordinary mud pill to my naked eye, and Saint Doctor and Mr. Zhuo walked closer together