Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1223 "Essentials of Zhu You Ke", The Prodigy Who Shocked Master Hai Deng (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets: 3K Chapters)

Fang Yan carefully tucked the book, *Zhu You Ke Ji Yao*, into his robes. He bowed again to Master Hai Deng:

"Thank you for your help, Master."

Master Hai Deng nodded slightly, while Old Hu, listening from the side, clicked his tongue, and the words that had been suppressed by Fang Yan earlier resurfaced:
"Master, you can even teach this incantation technique, and what about that tiger bone gift pack..."

Master Haiteng was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by Lao Hu. He said:

“Alright, I’ll make it for Benefactor Hu as soon as the tiger bone arrives.”

Fang Yan didn't expect that the old monk would actually be persuaded by Lao Hu to agree. He said to Lao Hu:

“I still have some tiger bones left. Since you’ve agreed, Master, you can take them and use them first. I don’t know how long it will take to get tiger bones from Anton.”

Upon hearing Fang Yan say this, Lao Hu readily agreed.

The last gift box received a good response in Hong Kong.

They're already urging us to do the next batch.

Once a limited edition is released, the nature of the product changes; it becomes more of a collectible than a medicine.

Fang Yan ignored Lao Hu and went to the balcony to start looking through the incantation manual given to him by the old monk.

He had witnessed the old monk demonstrate it today, and now that the method was here, he was confident that he could quickly master it thanks to the system he possessed.

The book opens with a general outline:

"Zhuyou is not a form of witchcraft or incantation, but rather a way of using the laws of heaven and earth to open the orifices of the human body. Those who say it is incurable have not mastered the art; however, if the vital energy is exhausted, even the most eloquent words cannot reverse the situation."

It's quite a coincidence that I also saw the phrase "Those who cannot be cured by words have not yet found the right method" here. The dialect makes one wonder if the author is even the same person.

Next is the "three prohibitions" – those with fractured skulls, those with high fever and delirium, and those with weak and barely perceptible pulses should not use this method.

Then there's the correspondence between syllables and internal organs.

Heh, hoo, shoo, si, blow, hee.

Corresponding to:

Heart, spleen, liver, lungs, kidneys, and triple burner.

The corresponding effects are as follows:

It replenishes the heart's energy and directs fire downwards.

It regulates the middle burner and transforms dampness and turbidity.

It soothes liver stagnation and extinguishes internal wind.

It clears lung heat and eliminates phlegm and turbidity.

It warms the kidney water and nourishes the marrow.

It clears the water passages and relieves stagnation and heat.

It is somewhat similar to the Five Elements Fist in Xingyi Quan, which is practiced in dialects.

Next, we will practice the key points.

Exhaling is like spitting fire; one needs to borrow the momentum to propel the flow of qi and blood.

The call was as deep as the earth, penetrating the meridians to secure the central plains.

The soft hiss was as gentle as a willow leaf, slowly releasing the stagnation of the wood.

The breath sounds like the ringing of metal, breaking up phlegm as easily as tearing silk.

Blowing out the cold spring, one must use intention to guide it back to the gushing spring.

The sound of laughter is like a stream, flowing through the three jiaos and transforming into mist.

Then there are some annotations from predecessors, such as the note in ink next to the character “嘘”: “When liver wind is rampant, it should be as light as a gossamer thread; if it is too much, it will aggravate its power.”

Turning the page reveals hand gestures and meridian connections.

The book includes twelve illustrated techniques, with line drawings demonstrating the key points.

It includes styles such as "Gentle Breeze Swaying Willow" (paired with Taichong acupoint) and "Sun Supporting the Crown" (paired with Baihui acupoint).

"The finger techniques are not empty gestures, but anchors for guiding Qi. The sound of 'Xu' combined with pressing the Taichong acupoint is like a sail borrowing the wind; the sound of 'He' combined with rubbing the Laogong acupoint to warm it is like adding fuel to a fire."

Next comes the essential points of practice.

Breathing principles:

When inhaling, visualize the fresh air entering the dantian through the nose.
When pronouncing words, use abdominal strength to propel the sound, making the sound resonate in the chest cavity (like when Hai Deng pronounces the word "he" with chest resonance).
The small print at the end warns: "Avoid being impatient and restless, for all things are ultimately empty."

In addition, there are some additional points about timing added by later generations, such as: "Practicing at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM) allows Qi and blood to return to the liver and gallbladder, making it easier to resonate with music."

The final chapter, "The Use of Tools for Enlightenment," explains how to enhance the effect by using the sounds produced by certain tools, such as the copper bells used by old monks.

There were also gongs, zithers, singing bowls...

Fang Yan read through the book carefully, turned to the last page, and with a "ding" from the system, the book was firmly memorized by him.

Then he turned around and prepared to ask the old monk for advice.

Then they discovered that Master Haiteng was meditating, and it seemed that he had already entered a state of deep concentration.

Fang Yan checked the time and felt that it was indeed not a good time to discuss this matter. Discussing incantation techniques late at night would be quite noisy, especially since there was a patient in the room.

He simply found a place to sit down, closed his eyes, and used Chen Tuan's Sleeping Meditation Technique. He fell asleep in no time.

When I opened my eyes again, the sunlight was already streaming in from the balcony.

Fang Yan raised his wrist to check the time; it was 6:30 in the morning.

The sound of Lao Zhang and Wang Huiyuan talking could be heard from the bedroom; they were probably feeding each other rice porridge.

Fang Yan had previously instructed that Wang Huiyuan be fed every two hours. Fang Yan stood up and went to the bedroom door.

In the bedroom, the morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains onto Wang Huiyuan's face. She leaned against the headboard, her complexion looking a bit better than in the early morning. Old Zhang was feeding her rice gruel spoonful by spoonful, and there was still some rice gruel on the corner of her mouth. Although her eyes were still tired, she was already able to speak a few words clearly to Old Zhang.

"Dr. Fang is awake?" Old Zhang looked up and saw Fang Yan. He immediately stopped what he was doing, his voice full of gratitude. "Huiyuan said she felt much better this morning. She even asked me how to make this rice oil."

Now he's not called Fang Yan anymore; he's called Doctor Fang.

Wang Huiyuan also looked at Fang Yan, tried to raise her hand, and said in a soft but clear voice: "Dr. Fang, thank you for your trouble again."

Fang Yan walked to the bedside and first checked her pulse. The pulse was more steady and stronger than the night before, no longer as weak and rootless as before, but he could still feel a trace of stagnation in his fingertips, like a hidden reef at the bottom of a deep pool, covered by water but not truly gone. He then looked at her eyelids. The bruises under her eyes had faded a bit, but there was still a barely noticeable dark blue-black mark, the root of the glioma.

"You're recovering well." Fang Yan withdrew her hand, her tone affirmative and encouraging.

"But the foundation is still weak, especially the stagnation in the brain, which is like the weed roots that haven't been completely removed from the field. It needs to be slowly dissolved with decoction. You must take this medicine on time today and not skip it."

Wang Huiyuan nodded. Having just survived a brush with death, she no longer hesitated for a moment regarding the doctor's orders.

"I'll listen to you, Dr. Fang."

At this point, we still need to give them hope, so we said some encouraging and comforting words.

Just then, Secretary Huang's voice came from outside the door:
"Director Fang, the medicine and breakfast have been delivered."

He pushed open the door and came in, followed by two staff members carrying food boxes and insulated containers.

Upon opening the thermos, a rich aroma of medicine wafted out, and the dark brown medicinal liquid was still steaming in a porcelain bowl.

The other food box contained a light breakfast: white porridge, side dishes, and boiled eggs, which was obviously prepared in consideration of Wang Huiyuan's health condition.

"The medicine was prepared according to your prescription, using an earthenware pot, and simmered over low heat for an hour and a half." Secretary Huang handed the bowl of medicine to Zhang Li, and added:
“Vice Minister Li called this morning to ask about the situation and said that if we need anything, we can just tell him.”

He nodded in dialect.

Old Zhang quickly expressed his gratitude.

Then everyone watched as Zhang Li carefully blew on the medicine to cool it down and fed it to Wang Huiyuan little by little.

Wang Huiyuan frowned as she drank it down. Although it tasted bitter, she didn't resist like a typical patient. After finishing, she even took a sip of warm water to rinse her mouth.

After she had breakfast and felt a bit better, Fang Yan began to explain the follow-up matters:
"Uncle Zhang, take the medicine three times a day, half an hour after meals. Continue to boil the rice oil, add a yam porridge for lunch, and make some apple puree in the afternoon, but don't make it too cold. Master Hai Deng's apprentice will stay and teach you meridian guiding techniques. Do them on time every day; it will be more effective than just taking medicine."

He then looked at Master Hai Deng's two disciples:
"Thank you both for your help. I will come back in three days. Please have Secretary Huang contact me if there are any issues."

The two monks joined their palms in response:

"Don't worry, Benefactor Fang."

Old Zhang wrote down every single point in his notebook, afraid of missing even a single word. Zhang Li tucked the blanket around her mother, her eyes still bloodshot, but the fear she had shown earlier was gone.

After giving their instructions, everyone went out for breakfast.

Then Fang Yan'an, along with Lao Hu, Lao Cui, and Master Hai Deng, prepared to leave.

Old Hu went downstairs first. His assistant, Xiao Lin, had already driven over to pick them up. Seeing Fang Yan and the others come down, Old Hu quickly greeted them:

"My car is all ready, shall we go?"

“Alright, Master, get in the car first.” Fang Yan turned to the old monk and called out.

Master Haiteng got into the car, Xiao Lin drove, Lao Cui drove another car with An Dong, and Fang Yan and the old monk sat in the back. Lao Hu was in the passenger seat.

As soon as the car drove out of the residential compound, Fang Yan took out the book "Essentials of Zhuyou Technique" from his pocket and looked at Master Hai Deng, saying:

"Master, I finished reading this book last night and I have some questions I'd like to ask."

The old monk was taken aback and exclaimed in surprise:
"Hmm? Young friend Fang...you've finished reading?"

Nodding in dialect:

"I read books relatively quickly."

The old monk opened his mouth but didn't know what to say for a moment. This was too fast, too fast!

Before he could even say he was testing Fang Yan's memory, Fang Yan eagerly asked:
"I also tried the Six Healing Sounds, following the instructions in the book to inhale into the dantian and exhale with the sound 'Xu' while pressing the Taichong acupoint. I felt a movement of energy under my left rib. I wonder if I've found the right way?"

After speaking in dialect, he added:

"It should have been the hour of Yin (3-5 AM) at that time."

Master Haiteng's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing this:
"You found the Qi sensation after only watching it once?"

"Yes." Fang Yan nodded, and added, "I have practiced the Five Elements Fist of Xingyi Quan, which may have something in common with the breathing method."

Hai Deng's pupils trembled.

Fang Yan, eager to learn it quickly, continued:
"The book says that the sound 'Xu' corresponds to the liver and can soothe liver stagnation. When I was taking Aunt Wang's pulse just now, I was thinking about whether I could use the 'Xu' sound technique in conjunction with guiding exercises to help her disperse the stagnation. I wonder if that's feasible?"

As he spoke, he gestured the "Gentle Breeze Swaying Willow" hand gesture from the book, his fingertips lightly touching the ground. Although his movements were clumsy, he managed to get the key points right.

Master Haiteng's surprise deepened, and he even stopped counting the prayer beads:
"Young friend Fang's comprehension... this is the first time I've ever seen it. For an ordinary person practicing this six-character mantra, it would be quite good if they could find the feeling of qi within three months, but you actually grasped the essence in one night and can even apply it to other situations."

In his youth, in his quest to grasp the essence of the "He" breathing technique, he sat in a cave in Sichuan for three months, breathing in the morning sun every day at dawn. It wasn't until one day when a warm current surged in his throat that he finally managed to grasp the basics.

But this young man in front of me, in just one night, has even found the Qi sensation of the word technique. How can this be described as "reading quickly"?
What a monster!

He composed himself before accepting the situation and said to Fang Yan:

"Young friend Fang, you not only understood it, but you also grasped its essence."

The phrase "light as a willow branch" is meant to avoid using too much force and provoking anger, just like managing water, where it's better to dredge than to block.

"Your finger gesture may seem casual, but it actually contains a deep strength in your fingertips, which is the essence of 'anchoring qi and blood'."

Fang Yan heard the old monk affirm his line of reasoning, so he continued to ask questions.

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(End of this chapter)