Namo Amitabha.

The monks were chanting in the temple.

w.a.n.g Yao stood outside and listened to it for a while.

"They're not sincere," he said these three words with a smile.

"They're not sincere? What about sincerity?" Chen Ying who was standing to the side asked somewhat doubtfully.

"The monks who are chanting aren't sincere." w.a.n.g Yao pointed to the inside of the temple.

"Do you even know that they're being insincere?"

"Yes. I can hear it by listening to their chanting. They're just reciting it to get through it," w.a.n.g Yao replied with a smile.

A heartfelt voice came from the heart, hence the voice was powerful and full of a certain unique emotion. On the other hand, the voices of the monks who were chanting in the temple were mostly feeble. Furthermore, with w.a.n.g Yao's extraordinary hearing ability, he could even hear that some monks were not even reciting scriptures. He did not know what it was.

These people!

He and Chen Ying walked around the temple. Then, they left and went to other places.

The scenery on this mountain could only be regarded as ordinary, but w.a.n.g Yao still walked around with great interest. Compared with those cities surrounded by walls and reinforced concrete, he preferred such natural environment more.

The sky had darkened. w.a.n.g Yao had enjoyed himself to his heart's content.

"Let's go back."

"Okay."

The two of them walked down the mountain. They met a monk who was medium-sized along the way. He brushed past w.a.n.g Yao.

Huh?

w.a.n.g Yao stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at the monk who was going up the mountain.

"Excuse me." w.a.n.g Yao stopped the monk.

"Yes?" The monk stopped walking and turned back to look at w.a.n.g Yao somewhat doubtfully.

"Is it delicious?"

"What?" The monk was startled.

"Mutton!" w.a.n.g Yao answered with a smile.

"Amitabha. I don't know what you're talking about," the monk replied very seriously.

Umm, he looks like it. w.a.n.g Yao smiled.

"Take care."

"Take care, almsgiver." The monk put his hands together devoutly and bowed to w.a.n.g Yao and Chen Ying. Then, he turned around and left.

"This is interesting." w.a.n.g Yao smiled and kept walking down the mountain.

"Sir, how do you know that he has eaten meat?"

"I smelled it. There's the smell of mutton and c.u.min on his body," w.a.n.g Yao replied.

"Not only has he eaten meat, he has also drunk wine and looked for women," w.a.n.g Yao added.

"Ah. I know that the smell of mutton and wine can be smelled. How can you even know that he has looked for women?"

"Yes. This can be explained easily. There's a fragrance on his body. It's the smell of perfume. A monk should not wear perfume. Moreover, the perfume is somewhat pungent. He's a true wine-and-meat monk."

"He still looks very much like a monk. His appearance is wasted," Chen Ying replied.

"Let's go. Why don't we eat some mutton too?"

"Sure!"

The monk who went up the mountain was swearing upon hearing what w.a.n.g Yao said to him.

d.a.m.n. He's such a busybody, but the woman is quite pretty. Amitabha. This is a sin.

When he pa.s.sed by the temple, he hurriedly bowed to the Buddha sitting on the lotus.

The Buddha looked at him with a smile.

"Buddha, I broke a religious percept today again. Buddha, I beg for your forgiveness." After that, he turned around and left.

The Buddha statue behind him was still sitting there with a smile. The smoke of the joss sticks in front of it rose.

This was just a small episode.

…

After going down the mountain, Chen Ying drove w.a.n.g Yao to a famous hot pot restaurant to have instant-boiled mutton.

They ordered a few side dishes. The hot pot was the focus.

"On the mountain, he practices abstinence from meat and Buddhism. He looks like he's sincere. Away from the mountain, he drinks wine, eats meat, and looks for women. What a monk!"

Looking at the boiling hot pot, w.a.n.g Yao thought of the monk again.

"They're paid wages on the mountain," Chen Ying said.

"Really?"

"Of course. There are many followers there. They'll burn incense and wors.h.i.+p the G.o.ds during every festival and on New Year's Day. There'll always be incense money. Sometimes, the first incense can be sold for quite a lot of money. Where did this money go? How much money can the monks spend on their daily necessities? I've seen it before. The tea that they drink are top-grade."

"Oh. Right. That's really 'free and unfettered!'" w.a.n.g Yao was also quite taken aback upon hearing what Chen Ying said.

Are the lives of these monks that great?

"It's no wonder that they have distracting thoughts when they're practicing abstinence from meat and Buddhism every day. It's too dull!"

"Yes."

"Ah. The meat is here. Why don't we start eating?"

"Sure."

The dinner was quite enjoyable.

It was already past eight o'clock at night when they returned to the small courtyard.

"I'll make a call. Why don't I take you to try out the guns tomorrow?"

"Sure. It's up to you," w.a.n.g Yao answered.

In fact, every man had a dream about guns. w.a.n.g Yao had also thought about it before, but those had now become a thing of the past.

The wind blew at night. It felt a little cold.

Chen Ying had contacted the place. Actually, these things were not as simple as it seemed on the outside.

Just as Chen Ying was preparing to go to bed, she received a call from the treatment center. Her brother fell ill.

At that moment, she only knew that her brother had remained awake since the last time she and w.a.n.g Yao went to give her brother a treatment. This surprised her. As far as she knew, this was the longest period of time that her brother had stayed awake.

She looked at the time. It was already close to past nine o'clock.

I'll tell him about it.

She went out and knocked on w.a.n.g Yao's door. w.a.n.g Yao put down the book in his hands and got up to open the door.

"What's wrong?"

"My brother fell ill. It only just happened."

"Let's go have a look," w.a.n.g Yao replied without the slightest bit of hesitation.

Chen Ying made a call while driving.

At this hour at night, there were relatively fewer cars in Jing City. They were on the road for a shorter period of time compared to during the day.

Besides Chief Fu, there was another doctor who received them. After being introduced by Chief Fu, w.a.n.g Yao only knew that he was Chen Zhou's attending doctor.

"I've already arranged a room for you, but he has just taken some medicine."

"Let's go have a look."

"Okay."

It was still the same room, but Chen Zhou had fallen asleep because of the medication.

w.a.n.g Yao went to the side of the bed to have a detailed examination.

Sss. This is weird!

He clearly felt that the arteries and veins in Chen Zhou's head were in disorder. However, just the day before yesterday, he had already corrected these arteries and veins through external force.

"Has he ever been hit, especially his head?"

"No," Dr. Li, who was in charge, said with certainty. The condition of this patient was very special, so he was very concerned about it these few days.

"What's wrong, Dr. w.a.n.g?"

"It's a bit strange."

He immediately used his neixi to correct these deranged meridians, but he did not wake Chen Zhou up. Instead, he carefully examined the other parts of his body.

There's no problem!

He could not figure it out for the time being.

"Continue to monitor him when he wakes up. Observe when he falls ill and remember what he goes through before the onset of his illness."

"Alright."

"Excuse me," Dr. Li said.

"Yes?"

"Did Chen Zhou not fall ill for a day due to your treatment?" he probed.

"Yes."

"It's true!" he exclaimed excitedly when w.a.n.g Yao admitted it.

"Why?"

"May I please know the treatment method that you've used? Can it be used on other mental patients too?!"

"Sorry, but I can't!" In the face of Dr. Li who was somewhat fanatic, w.a.n.g Yao decisively blocked all the words that Dr. Li wanted to say with a sentence.

"Ah. That's a shame then!" Dr. Li originally had a lot to say to w.a.n.g Yao. In the end, he could only swallow them into his stomach.

"Let's go back then."

"Okay."

On the way back, Chen Ying could not help but ask, "Dr. w.a.n.g, what's wrong with my brother?" 

"The channels and collaterals in his head are in somewhat of a disorder."

"His channels and collaterals are in disorder?!" She was a martial artist, so she was familiar with these terms. "How could this be?"

"It's hard for me to say the specific reason. I can only examine him again during the next onset of his illness. It's best if I can watch the onset of his illness. I may be able to spot some clues that way," w.a.n.g Yao replied.

In fact, the best way was for him to stay at the treatment center and watch Chen Zhou. He could naturally obtain some information that he wanted when Chen Zhou fell ill, but this was not too realistic.

"Okay. I'll contact them and see if I can get a video."

It took them two hours to travel to and from the treatment center. In addition to the delay, it was already past one o'clock in the morning when they returned to the small courtyard.

Before going into his room, Chen Ying said very sincerely, "Thank you very much, Dr. w.a.n.g."

"This is considered as a win-win situation," w.a.n.g Yao answered. "I also hope that I can cure your brother's illness. Such an illness is a challenge for me too. It can improve my pharmaceutical knowledge as well."

Even with that being said, Chen Ying still remembered this kindness in her heart. If it was anyone else, the other party would never treat his illness.

"Okay. You've been working hard all day. Go to bed. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

w.a.n.g Yao still got up very early the next day. He was doing a stance in the yard.

He was still communicating with the heaven and earth.

This sounded a bit like a fantasy. In fact, humans were a part of the world. There was potential in the human body. w.a.n.g Yao believed that these approaches of practicing were to constantly improve and surmount oneself in order to create an even better communication between humans and the world.

During breakfast, Chen Ying said to w.a.n.g Yao, "I've already contacted them. We can test the guns in the morning."

"Sure."

Chen Ying drove him to a supposed station of the armed police.

Guns were very strictly controlled in China. However, in some special circ.u.mstances, outsiders were allowed to visit and use the guns, such as interviews, military training for students, and for special personnel like Chen Ying.

An officer there was obviously acquainted with her. He accompanied them along the way, and they went straight for the shooting range.

Some firearms were prepared on a long table. There were pistols, rifles, and even a sniper rifle.