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Dr. Fu lightly raised his finger, and I was astonished to find a colorless silver thread had appeared on my left wrist. Could this be the "suspending thread pulse diagnosis" commonly seen in martial arts? So it really exists.
As he performed this action, I noticed Nie Qiuyuan subtly furrow his brow.
Dr. Fu's index and middle fingers pressed and intertwined on the silver thread. I felt my wrist gently touched by his fingertips, yet there was no discomfort at all. In less than three minutes, Dr. Fu lifted my wrist, and the silver thread vanished instantly.
"Strange," Dr. Fu seemed to be muttering to himself, as if informing me of the result. "From your pulse, there are no signs of mental disturbance; logically, you shouldn't have amnesia. Do you truly remember nothing at all?"
Well, that diagnosis was quite accurate. I hurriedly replied, "To be honest, I encountered an accident last year, and I've lost all memories prior to that."
"I always felt you looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't recall why. Do you really have no impression at all?"
I shook my head in confusion. Why bring up familiarity again? Could it be that Dr. Fu had met Ye Liuhui before?
"Never mind," the doctor shook his head. "Perhaps it's just a fleeting connection; we may have crossed paths unknowingly. However, your amnesia doesn't seem like a result of illness; it feels more like you've changed your heart."
I was startled; he must not look any further into this. If he did, he might see through everything.
"It seems the doctor has no solution for this?" Nie Qiuyuan timely shifted the topic. "No matter; there were some unpleasant past events that forgetting isn't necessarily a bad thing. We won't trouble you any longer."
To our surprise, Dr. Fu said, "Please wait a moment."
We were both taken aback, unsure what this was about next, but we saw Fu Zhifeng's smile fade as he spoke seriously: "This young lady seems to have practiced some sinister martial arts; there is a strange cold evil force within her body. If activated, it could be extremely harmful."
Both of us turned pale. His medical skills were truly remarkable; with just this pulse examination, he had even detected the "Star Absorption Technique" I had practiced.
"Both of you have shown great virtue towards the Medicine King Pavilion. If you don't mind, I would like to invite you, young lady, to come to the Medicine King Pavilion every month. I, along with a few disciples, will assist you in regulating your internal energy and dispelling the stagnant True Qi with medicine and inner strength. Otherwise, given your current condition, it could be dangerous over time."
I was momentarily at a loss for words. It was Nie Qiuyuan who thought for a moment and then bowed, saying, "Thank you for your kind offer, sir. My wife and I are both grateful for your generosity."
I followed his lead and awkwardly bowed as well. Fu Zhifeng hurried forward to help us up, saying, "You honor me too much. It turns out this is the Respected Lady; I apologize for my oversight. In that case, please choose a day to visit. The Commoner will be waiting for your esteemed presence."
The divine doctor was very polite, but Nie Qiuyuan's humble demeanor was also quite courteous. It seemed he truly intended to send me to the Medicine King Pavilion for treatment.
After leaving the Medicine King Pavilion, I asked Qiu, "What are you thinking? This place has had that strange murder case; do you really think it's safe to send me here for treatment?"
Nie Qiuyuan smiled, "What are you afraid of? Their medical skills are genuine; they can heal your illness. Isn't that good?"
"But it just feels off somehow."
Seeing that there was no one around, Qiu wrapped an arm around me and said, "You're sharp; that's true. You must understand that anyone capable of diagnosing pulses with a thread and instantly detecting anomalies in someone's inner strength must possess unfathomable martial arts themselves. Therefore, the Medicine King Pavilion is not simple at all."
I pushed him away playfully and retorted, "Then how can you feel comfortable sending me to such a place?"
"What is there to fear? I'm here with you! Wherever you go, I'll accompany you. I won't allow anyone to harm you."
A warm feeling gently spread from my heart. Yes, nothing in the world could be better than this—having you around allows me to be carefree and wild; with you by my side, I have nothing to fear.
Originally, we had planned a rare romantic appointment, but it had been interrupted by a murder case. However, there was an unusual thrill in my heart; after all, we both enjoyed this kind of excitement—this is what they call being kindred spirits.
Looking up at the sun, I noticed it had already moved toward the western horizon.
“Zhenzhen, it’s getting late. Let’s go visit Bopo the Divine Monk.”
I nodded and followed the handsome man obediently. He was all smiles as he brought a horse for me, helped me mount it, and then gracefully mounted another white steed, riding alongside me.
The place where Zhu Gao Seng Bopo Master was temporarily staying was not within the temple but at an inn bestowed by the emperor. After all, he had brought many precious Buddhist Scriptures with him, and the emperor intended to ask him to organize a team for translation. When we arrived at the inn, Bopo the Divine Monk had just returned from performing a ritual, and the sun was already setting.
Inside the inn, there was a white jade Buddha statue, and the scent of incense filled the air. Zhu Gao Seng Bopo Master came out to greet us, palms pressed together in respect.
Although I had never seen Zhu Gao Seng Bopo Master in person, I was already quite familiar with his appearance. During the incident at Qingliang Temple, Sikong Han from Snowfall Villa had disguised himself as him to deceive the attacking Zhuque and others. Now, seeing Liao Zhen’s Bopo the Divine Monk, I inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.
He was of Zhur ethnicity, with slightly dark skin and deep facial features. When his eyes turned towards me, I realized he was different from my brother; this gaze was impossible to imitate, filled with a clarity and kindness that seemed to perceive the world’s intricacies.
His Mandarin wasn’t very good, but many things could be expressed without words.
The monk invited us into his room and served us some tea.
He first expressed his gratitude to me simply, acknowledging my significant efforts in protecting the lives of the esteemed monks during the Qingliang Temple incident. However, upon meeting Nie Qiuyuan and hearing my name, he suddenly felt a strange sensation as if some unseen force guided him to believe it was necessary to meet me.
In truth, he didn’t even know why he wanted to see me. Perhaps this was what they called the sixth sense of an enlightened monk.
I listened in confusion, unsure of how to respond. But then Zhu Gao Seng Bopo Master smiled slightly.
“Master Ye, there is a layer of auspicious light surrounding you.”
Was he referring to my good fortune?
"If Master is not mistaken, Master Ye is different from ordinary people. There is an ethereal quality about you, as if you do not belong to this world."
I was taken aback; it seemed I had encountered too many otherworldly figures today. How could everyone sense that I was from another realm?
"Our meeting today is guided by the divine," Bopo the Divine Monk turned to Nie Qiuyuan. "Master Nie, I have a few words for you."
He took out paper and brush, drawing a line of ghostly symbols for Nie Qiuyuan, then thought for a moment and drew another line of symbols for me.
Nie Qiuyuan politely clasped his hands together in greeting and said, "Please enlighten us, Master."
The monk smiled and said, "The words for Master Nie are 'Cherish What You Have,' and for Master Ye, they are 'Insight.' The auspicious day for both of you is something I have calculated; perhaps it signifies guidance, urging me to assist you in laying the foundation for a good relationship."
"Does the Master imply that there will still be obstacles on our path to union?" Nie Qiuyuan's question sounded a bit anxious this time.
The monk replied calmly, "Only by seeing can one truly know. Master Ye carries the lingering thoughts of another good person, and within Master Ye, the understanding of one's own feelings has yet to be fully realized."
I completely did not understand what he was saying. But beside me, Nie Qiuyuan's expression turned cold, and his words became profound: "If that is the case, once she gains insight, might she choose to abandon this world and return to her true self?"
The monk nodded. "Master Nie, your path to union is fraught with twists and turns, but fate often lies in human hands. If Master Ye can comprehend her true feelings before the auspicious day arrives, then you both may remain together until old age."
What does that even mean? Engaging in such profundities made me feel rather bored. It seemed that my wavelength was not on the same frequency as the Holy Monk, making communication impossible. I should ask something more entertaining to change the subject.
"I don't recognize any of the characters you've written, what kind of script is this?"
"This is Sanskrit."
“Sanskrit, so this is what it looks like. I've never seen it before!”
I thought for a moment and realized that I had indeed seen a few characters of Sanskrit before, and they were labeled “national secret”!
That was the tattoo on Teacher Zhang's neck; it was Sanskrit. He refused to tell me what it said no matter how hard I pressed.
Hmph, Teacher Zhang, aren't you hiding something from me? Now you've been caught.
What kind of memory do I have? I sketched the tattoo on Teacher Zhang's neck from memory, proudly handing it to Holy Monk.
“Master, look at this. Is this Sanskrit?”
Bopo the Divine Monk took it, glanced at it, and nodded, saying, “Indeed.”
I felt a surge of excitement and eagerly asked, “What does it mean?!”
Bopo the Divine Monk shook his head and replied, “These characters together have no meaning.”
Huh? That answer completely caught me off guard. So Teacher Zhang had tattooed some gibberish on his neck; that's quite creative, especially since he had fooled me into thinking it was a national secret!
At that moment, I heard Nie Qiuyuan's voice rise sharply, tinged with coldness. There was urgency in his tone, anger mixed with a slight tremor.
He asked, “Master, how do you pronounce these characters?”
The master glanced at him and read in Sanskrit, “yezhenzhen.”
I was momentarily stunned. Was the Master calling my name? "Ye Zhenzhen"?
Silence enveloped the surroundings. After a long while, I realized that Bopo the Divine Monk had just recited the garbled text I had written down, which read as—"Ye Zhenzhen"?!
My body suddenly froze. Perhaps Bopo the Divine Monk's presence was like the key to unlocking a door of silence. The door swung open, and all my memories surged toward me like a tidal wave, momentarily choking my breath.
All of it was my memory, my own memories, including those of Zhang Yang. I had never known that some things in life could carry such weight that, at the moment when the thin layer of paper in my heart was pierced, it pressed down on my tears like a dam bursting, causing them to flow uncontrollably.
Memories flowed like a river in an instant. In a fleeting dream, I recalled the riddle I had wagered with Zhang Yang in the bookstore. He had nothing, and I took his riddle as a joke. At that moment, the songs of Wang Zheng and Shui Mu Nian Hua played in the bookstore, their melodies tinged with melancholy.
"If not for the tears falling down,
I wouldn't know how to prove love.
If sweet words are merely lies occasionally fulfilled,
I would rather choose silence to express my feelings..."
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