Di Jiu knew that, having understood the Two Changing Machines of the Ages, he still had to go to reincarnation. It was not that he had to repair his dao heart, but that he had to go and repair his dao heart.
It was as if many people yearned for peace, but could not enjoy it because there were always people who were full of hostility, and if you did not resist, they would simply crush you. You want peace, then you have to make yourself strong first and trample underfoot those hostile spirits that want to crush you.
The age two Zhangjiu could not yet make him suppress the ferry no, Di Jiu calmed himself down for a moment. Then carefully took out a piece of jade and put it around his neck to hang, which Cao Xi had given him when he was leaving. He suspected that his Dao was most likely because of Cao Xie, so he had to take something from Cao Xie with him. Right now he did not have the Bodhi Son of Return, and whether he would be able to meet Cao Xi after his reincarnation, Di Jiu himself was not sure.
Since he was perfecting his Dao, he could not have memories, and with memories came traces, traces that were deliberately pursued and could not perfect his Dao.
His memories must never be lost; his memories follow his Dao and his intention to stay on the Reincarnation Bridge, which will attach itself to his sea of consciousness after taking him on a reincarnation. When he has the first trace of divine thoughts, that is when he recovers his memories and returns to the Reincarnation Bridge to fuse his Dao rhythm.
With the first trace of divine thoughts, he had not necessarily rounded off his Dao and repaired his Dao heart. But Di Jiu was certain that when he had another trace of divine thought after his reincarnation, his Dao would gradually be perfected whether he met Cao Xi or not. He had chosen to reincarnate to do it, and having done it did not mean that he would necessarily succeed, but it would allow him to have no regrets.
Di Jiu looked at the Reincarnation Bridge still hovering in front of him, his heart calmed down, no longer half caring, and lifted his foot to slowly step into the Reincarnation Bridge, while the Dao rhythm dispersed.
The moment the first foot stepped into the Reincarnation Bridge, Di Jiu’s body faded, and with each step Di Jiu took into the depths of the Reincarnation Bridge, his form grew fainter and fainter until his body completely disappeared, following the Reincarnation Bridge into the void, with no more trace of it.
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The Great Thistle Family Village.
This is just a small village in Yehmen County, despite the fact that the name of this village has a big word, it is still a small village. There are not a thousand, but five or six hundred such villages in the whole of Ye Men County.
There are nearly three hundred families in the village, and ninety percent of the people are surnamed Ji, which is why it is called the Great Ji Family Village, although there are also some other surnames in the village.
Di Bai He is a foreign surname that comes to the Great Thistle Family Village. Compared to other foreign surnames, the Di surname is only one family with two people.
Although the Di surname was a foreign surname to the Great Thistle Family Village, Di Baimao was not ostracised, on the contrary on New Year’s Day, many people even sent some things on purpose.
The main reason for this is that he is a very good doctor, and all the children and adults in the village come to him for headaches and fever. The name Di Bai He is also due to the fact that he is a very good doctor and some people say that he is good at healing all kinds of things, so they call him Di Bai He. Over time, his original name had been forgotten.
He had never married and his only family was a disciple, his righteous son, Di Jiu.
More than twenty years ago, when he was searching for medicinal herbs in the mountains, he saw Di Jiu, who was still in infancy, and, feeling compa*sionate, he brought him home and gave him a small name, Shanlai.
As he had no family, Di Baimao took Shanlai as his own and followed him around to learn medicine. Whenever people came to see him, they would say that in the future Shanlai would be another Di Baimao, and Di Baimao would smile and say, “In the future, if he can be a tenth as good as me, I will be satisfied.”
The others knew that Di Bai doctor was telling the truth, that Shanlai was really too mute, learning from the front and forgetting the back, and that he seemed to be lost in thought every day. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was still organised, everyone would have thought that Shanlai was a fool. After a long time, people thought that Shanlai should not be able to do a tenth of Di Bai’s medical skills in the future, so he was called Di Jiu.
Everyone called him Di Jiu, so Doctor Di simply didn’t bother to give him a name, he just called him Di Jiu.
Perhaps it was because Di Jiu was too wooden, so he seemed to be a step behind others in everything he did. When others were twenty-two years old, they would have already graduated from university or become a real professional martial artist. When Di Jiu was twenty-two, he had studied for his senior year several times but had failed to get into university
When he died, Di Jiu was not even able to enter university. When Di Baimao died, Di Jiu, with the help of the village people, took care of Di Baimao’s funeral. As he was unable to do anything in literature or martial arts, he could only work in the medical school left behind by Di Baimao.
But the villagers in the village and around the village knew that Di Jiu’s name came from the fact that he was not even one hundredth of Di Baimao’s medical skills. In addition, he did not even have a university entrance exam, and his medical license was not even available. Therefore, even if Doctor Di Bai’s previous reputation was even greater, no one dared to come to this medical centre to have Di Jiu see a doctor.
The good news is that Dr. Di has left behind a considerable fortune, so although Di Jiu has little income, he can barely get by for the time being.
Every day he went out from the village with a contemplative expression, went to the mountains to look for medicinal herbs, and then came back with a still contemplative expression as he stepped into the moonlight.
Sometimes when he went out all day, he only collected a few medicinal plants. It was in this way that Di Jiu still left early and returned late, even on rainy days.
From the point of going into the mountains to collect medicinal herbs, Di Jiu not only inherited the tradition of Di Baimin perfectly, but also carried it forward.
Day by day, the people of the village became accustomed to it.
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This day, the weather was slightly gloomy, and a car whose make the village people could not recognize slowly drove into the village head.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.
The car stopped in front of a few chatting aunties, and a pretty woman wearing a fine white gold necklace dropped the window and asked, “Aunties, may I ask where Doctor Di Bai’s house is?”
Doctor Di? He was already dead.
“Are you looking for Doctor Di? He’s been dead for over six months.” Someone answered.
“Doctor Di Bai is dead?” The pretty woman was dumbfounded, and then she was a little confused, she had come here to look for Doctor Di Bai, who should she look for if Doctor Di was dead?
The man sitting in the front row hurriedly asked, “Then may I ask if Doctor Di Bai has a master or a disciple or something?”
The old woman who had just answered said honestly, “Doctor Di has a disciple, but he is a bit young, and his family is over there.”
After she finished speaking, she reached out her hand and pointed to Doctor Di’s small medical school. The words implicitly used young to hint that the medical skills of Di Bai doctor’s disciple were really not very good.
“Thanks a lot. Master Cheng, you drive there.” The man in the front row said to the driver.
The driver responded and started the car. The pretty woman frowned and said, “Brother Pang, Yi Xun’s illness is so serious, I don’t know how many experts at home and abroad are at their wits’ end, even if they find Doctor Di Bai, they may not be able to cure it, so what’s the use of looking for his disciple?”
The man called Pang sighed, “Lan Yan, if there was a way out, would we have come here? Doctor Di Bai was also recommended by Master Isomyo of Huangjing Temple. We can distrust that Di Bai doctor, could it be that you don’t trust Master Isomin too?”
Lan Yan sighed and didn’t say anything, just as Pang said, if there was a way, who would be willing to come to such a small mountain village and look for a village doctor?
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The roaring sound of the car woke up Di Jiu who was in deep thought, but he didn’t look up, still fiddling with the medicinal herbs in his hands. For as long as he could remember, he had always felt that there was something picking up an important matter that he had not thought about. As for what that important matter was, but this matter had eluded him for more than twenty years.