Wangfu saw through Jin Tie's intentions and said some kind words such as thanking him. He also mentioned the free clinic he gave to his father, saying that he would not be indebted to him for asking him to treat a disease this time. Jin Tie thought to himself: Can you not lose money to me? What do you have to give me? A poor boy. Wang Fu also said: I can help you go up the mountain to collect herbs, and it’s okay to do some carrying work. This is also called au pairing. I don’t have any money to give you, so I can sell some of my energy to pay for the medicine you give me to treat my illness, okay?
Jin Tie is a middle-aged man, with big shoulders and a round waist. It should be said that he has endless energy, but he feels tired after walking over mountains and ridges to collect herbs all year round. After hearing what Wang Fu said, he immediately agreed, okay! I am short of people to collect medicine.
At this moment, Jin Tie stood up, rubbed his hands together, and asked Wangfu to stretch out his left and right arms to look at him. He said that this was lupus erythematosus and that there was a way to cure it. Liu Xu heard the conversation between them clearly and felt that her husband really needed a helper. She was also happy that Wangfu was willing to be his helper. So he put down his work, sifted a cup of tea and handed it to Wangfu politely.
True to his word, Jin Tie immediately ordered Liuxu to boil a pot of medicinal soup for him to take orally, and then asked him to go back to the lakeside ditch to pick leaves of a willow tree he knew, boil them in water and wash his arms, once a day in the morning and evening.
Wangfu did as he was told. He picked willow leaves and boiled them in water for a week. After a week, the lupus erythematosus on his left and right arms faded a lot, and the itching was no longer the same. After continuing to wash for another week, the lupus erythematosus on the left and right arms completely disappeared. But sometimes it still itch, and he doesn't care. He kept his promise and came to Jin Tie's house with a grateful heart, saying that my scrapie was cured and he could help Uncle Jin Tie go to the mountain to collect medicine.
Jin Tie was very happy and took him up the mountain to learn about many medicinal herbs and introduced their medicinal properties and methods of use. Wang Fu was also very grateful. He worked very hard with him when he went to the mountains to collect herbs, especially the heavy work of carrying bundles of herbs over mountains and ridges. He did it without any complaints.
At this time, his left and right arms were itching again for some reason. When he scratched them, a layer of red spots appeared as before.
How does this scrapie come back? Jin Tie, who had been a doctor for decades, was a little puzzled. He still boiled the detoxifying herbal water and told him to take it orally according to the dosage. He also asked his wife to pick willow leaves and boil the water at home for him to wash. After doing this for a week, he completed a course of treatment. The arm symptoms subsided again.
But he couldn't fully recover. He kept scratching his arms, and the scratched areas were as red as shrimps. Jin Tie was still puzzled and thought to himself, I have been a doctor for many years and many people have been cured of itching and even skin ulcers. Why can't this itchy disease, which has not very severe symptoms, be cured?
Jin Tie suddenly thought of something and asked him, what caused this kind of itchiness? He said that he was initially poisoned by scorpion venom, which can be said to be the sequelae of scorpion venom. Jin Tie took it for granted that there was a reason why the scorpion bit you, maybe it was an evil disease. Neibo disease is difficult to cure and it is difficult to control the symptoms. Wangfu, who was always itching, was a little confused after hearing this, what should I do?
It is recommended that you go to the monk in Qinglong Temple. The monk may be able to resolve your illness. The gold sticker also pointed out the path to Qinglong Temple. Wang Fu went to Jin Tie last time, and the figure of the monk from Qinglong Temple immediately appeared in his mind, as well as what the monk said: You try to find a doctor first, if there is no way, come to Qinglong Temple again.
That morning, Wangfu climbed the mountain and rushed to Qinglong Temple. As he approached the temple gate, he heard the sound of the monk ringing the bell. The sound of the bell was powerful and clear. Hearing it should have given him a feeling of tranquility, but it didn't sound like that to Wangfu. In this way, it was as if the monk there was ringing a bell, hitting his heart every time, and he felt panicked.
Entering Qinglong Temple, I saw monks in groups of three or three, some reciting scriptures, some cleaning the courtyard; some chanting Buddha's name while twisting beads, and some sitting together and chatting. Wang Fu looked around, but he couldn't see the tall monk wearing cassocks he met last time. He deliberately raised a pair of naked red and swollen arms, hoping to attract the attention of the monks, but few monks paid attention to him, most of them were very pious. Doing Buddhist work on the ground.
Occasionally, a monk glanced at him, but did not pay attention to his arms. He only approached him and asked, does this donor want to enter the Qinglong Hall to burn incense? Which incense do you want? Wangfu didn't have money to buy incense, so he was a little embarrassed, so he said I didn't want incense, so I just went into the main hall and worshiped the gods and Buddhas. I must have done my best, and the gods and Buddhas wouldn't care whether I burned incense or not.
He wanted to ask where the tall monk in cassocks had gone after worshiping the gods and Buddhas. But when he was about to step into the main hall, he didn't expect that this monk stood at the door of the main hall and stretched out his hands to stop him, saying that you don't want to come in. You don't even have money to burn incense. Why do you come in?
If you want to be rich, don't force yourself to go in, so you kneel down on the spot, look at the main hall and bow three times, saying to all the immortals, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, I am too poor to buy incense and candles, so I can't go in to worship now, so I have to stay outside the door. Please do your best and please forgive me if I have offended you. In the future, if I have money, I will buy incense and candles, light them and go to the temple to worship the immortals, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
Wangfu stood up and asked the monk blocking the road about the tall monk. The monk shook his head and said nothing. Wangfu asked another monk who was cleaning the temple. He said that you have to name him. We have many tall monks here. Who knows which one you are looking for? Wang Fu looked around and found a tall monk sitting in the corridor over there reciting sutras and chanting mantras. He walked over and saw that it was not the same man he met last time, so he coughed deliberately to attract the monk's attention so that he could trick him. Go ahead and ask around.
But the monk still only focused on teaching scriptures and reciting mantras, without squinting his eyes, as if there was no one around him. Wangfu had no choice but to step away and look at the main hall from a distance. The tall Buddha statue standing in the back door came into his eyes. However, he only paid attention to whether there was that tall monk in the main hall.
At this moment, a fat monk got off the futon where he was sitting cross-legged, stood up and walked out of the hall. Wangfu took the opportunity to meet him and raised a pair of red and swollen arms. The fat monk was stunned. Just as he was about to ask a question, Wang Fu spoke first, "Can this eminent monk heal my arms?"
Amitabha! The fat monk clasped his palms together and said very calmly: I am not a medical monk. Please don't miss the opportunity to seek medical treatment. Go find a doctor quickly! Wangfu also wanted to ask about the tall monk, but the fat monk persuaded him to buy incense and candles and go into the main hall to worship the gods and Buddhas like the first monk.
Wangfu didn't have any money, so he had to pretend that he hadn't heard anything. He lowered his head slightly and walked out of the temple in silence. After exiting the temple gate, his hands alternately scratched his red and swollen left and right arms, facing the empty and rugged peaks. Feeling very confused. He walked aimlessly, feeling very conflicted in his heart. He should go find Doctor Jin Tie again! Jin Tie asked him to come to Qinglong Temple again, but the tall monk from Qinglong Temple who had made an explanation to him disappeared without a trace as if he had evaporated in the world.
I was walking slowly along the mountain road I started walking on, not bothering to look at the dense jungles on both sides. Suddenly, he felt someone tap his left shoulder heavily from behind, Donor, stop.
Wangfu shuddered for a while, turned around and saw that it was the tall monk standing in front of him.
I'm looking for you, respected monk. Wang Fu also put his palms together and recited Amitabha several times. The tall monk chanted the Buddha's name, and then said, Donor, I know you are going to pass this way, aren't I waiting for you?
