From Evil Sect Leader to Doctor-Chapter 408 - 382: Du Yun Temple

Xu Chunliang told her that Zheng Peian had come to the Capital City, and he was accompanying him around. He did not mention a word about Wang Zeqiang, even though he guessed that Mei Ru Xue probably knew. He still didn’t want her to get involved.

Mei Ru Xue didn’t ask about what happened last night, only saying she knew, and that was the end of it.

On the way, Gao Xinhua called. He was also worried that last night’s incident might cause trouble for Xu Chunliang. Gao Xiaobai and her classmate were fine and didn’t remember the events of last night clearly. Gao Xinhua, concerned about his daughter’s embarrassment, hadn’t told her about being drugged, agreeing with his brother-in-law Wang Fangtian to say they just drank too much.

Seeing his daughter safe and sound, Gao Xinhua didn’t want to make a bigger deal out of it and hoped the matter would end there. He somewhat regretted not leaving with Xu Chunliang last night, which would have prevented follow-up issues and spared Xu Chunliang from any trouble.

Gao Xinhua felt very uneasy. After all, the incident was stirred up by his daughter, and Xu Chunliang was bearing the responsibility instead. Xu Chunliang told him not to worry, assuring him the matter was probably over since the Wang Family hadn’t come looking for trouble so far.

The car entered a mountain road, where the signal was intermittent. Xu Chunliang told Gao Xinhua and hung up the phone, turned to Mo Han, and said, "Bringing us to this desolate place, you’re not planning to rob us, are you?"

Mo Han said, "Even combined, you two don’t have much money."

Xu Chunliang said, "Then it must be my good looks you’re after."

Zheng Peian, overhearing from the back, thought he was shameless. This young man’s jokes were not for him to chime in on. This kid was getting more brash by the day. If he had been half as bold in his youth, he’d already be his brother-in-law.

Mo Han said, "The better-looking a man, the less reliable he usually is."

Xu Chunliang laughed, "This seems to be the first time you’ve acknowledged my looks."

Mo Han said, "I think you’re still worth trusting."

Zheng Peian snorted a laugh from the back. This cold Mo Han was pretty interesting. The two young people wouldn’t give an inch, quipping back and forth, reminding him of when he was young.

Mo Han ambled along the mountain road for over half an hour and stopped at a flat clearing. Xu Chunliang thought they finally arrived, but when he opened the car door, he discovered the snowfall had gotten heavier.

The road ahead narrowed, and vehicles couldn’t pass. Mo Han pointed up the mountain, saying, "We still have to walk for half an hour."

Zheng Peian zipped up his parka against the biting mountain wind. What seemed an easy consultation fee suddenly felt less achievable; giving a diagnosis now required a mountain trek.

Xu Chunliang warned Zheng Peian to be careful following behind and walked alongside Mo Han. The wind whipped the snow like moths to a flame, striking their faces, making it hard to keep their eyes open.

After walking over two hundred meters, the road ended, and they began to ascend the snow-blanketed hillside. Zheng Peian was soon out of breath, leaning against a pine tree to catch his breath.

Xu Chunliang asked Mo Han to wait, noticing that Mo Han’s breathing was steady and even. Apparently, her martial skills weren’t weak. What exactly was her relationship with Luan Yuchuan?

Zheng Peian, breathless, asked, "Who... would live up here?" He couldn’t fathom it. It was the 21st century, and people still chose to live on desolate mountains.

Xu Chunliang said, "I saw a news report. There’s a bunch of bored hermits in the Qinling Mountains, using cultivation as a pretext for their trickery."

Mo Han said, "Everyone has the life they want. You can’t judge others by your own standards." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Suddenly, there was a thud behind them. Zheng Peian had slipped and fallen. Fortunately, the slope wasn’t steep, or he would have rolled down it.

Xu Chunliang hurried over to help him up. The new parka Zheng Peian had just bought had a big tear from a tree branch, and he felt a twinge of heartache. Xu Chunliang comforted him, saying he’d buy him a North American goose parka tomorrow.

Unbothered, Mo Han continued ahead, standing on a rock in front, waving at them and saying, "We’re almost there."

Xu Chunliang looked up and through the swirling snow saw the hazy outline of a grey-blue structure; it turns out there was a temple hidden at the mountain’s peak.

The temple was named Du Yun Temple. If not for the plaque on its gate, one would mistake it for a few ordinary stone houses.

Zheng Peian, discovering a new wonder, exclaimed, "There’s actually a temple here!"

Xu Chunliang said to Mo Han, "You brought us all the way here; it isn’t to treat a monk, is it?"

Mo Han said, "Does a patient’s identity matter when treating them?" Essentially admitting that it was indeed for the monks.

"Not really. It’s just that you seem to know all sorts of people, young as you are, with such a complicated network."

Mo Han picked up on his subtext. She arrived at the mountain gate, which was shut. She knocked, and after a long while, someone came to open it.

The door was opened by a middle-aged monk. Upon seeing Mo Han, he seemed a bit excited, using hand gestures and saying something in a flustered voice. It turns out he was mute.

Mo Han adeptly used sign language to communicate with him, and the mute monk invited them in, leading them to a meditation room behind the Great Hall.

Although called a meditation room, it was actually a cave, with a stone pile forming the threshold and two wooden doors chained shut with iron locks.

From inside came angry roars mixed with bouts of coughing; the sound was deep and thick, like a wild beast. Zheng Peian felt a chill in his heart — who on earth was locked inside here? Could it be a mental patient?

The mute monk unlocked the door, which was followed by the clattering sounds of chains. Inside was a monk in his fifties, both his hands and feet bound by chains, wearing a tattered monk robe, with his white hair and beard all entangled messily.

Upon seeing the door open, he roared furiously and charged forward, but was jerked back midway by the chains. His tiger-like eyes stared madly at the people outside, his gaze terrifyingly wild.

Zheng Peian was so frightened by the scene before him that he involuntarily took a step back.

The monk also took two steps back, then charged forward again, opening his mouth to reveal a set of gleaming white teeth, screaming madly, "Ah!" as if he wanted to tear the newcomers apart.

Xu Chunliang glanced at Mo Han, whose expression remained calm and unperturbed as he looked at the mad monk and said, "His condition hasn’t improved at all."

Xu Chunliang asked, "Why not take him to a psychiatrist?"

Mo Han replied, "He stays secluded here and refuses to leave. Naturally, we must respect his decision."

Xu Chunliang inquired, "Isn’t this illegal confinement?"

Mo Han shot him a glance and began introducing the monk. His Buddhist name is Master Tonghui, and he has been at Du Yun Temple for twenty years. Three years ago, he went mad. Several doctors were summoned to prescribe him medicine, which temporarily improved his condition and stabilized his emotions. However, six months ago, his condition worsened, turning violent and bloodthirsty. He slaughtered over a dozen cats and dogs in the temple. Locking him up was the only option; otherwise, who knows what chaos he might cause.

Tonghui continued to howl. Xu Chunliang approached him, and as Tonghui lunged to bite, Xu Chunliang sidestepped, avoiding him, and pressed his fingers against the Yintang point between Tonghui’s eyebrows.

The Yintang point is an extraordinary acupoint located on the human forehead, midway between the eyebrows. Massaging this point aids in improving vision, unblocking the nose, calming the mind, and settling the spirit.

Feeling as if he had been struck heavily on the forehead, Tonghui felt dizzy, his vision went dark, and his body went limp.

Every acupoint on the body has its unique healing properties. Using different techniques and pressures on the same acupoint can yield various effects.

Zheng Peian watched this in silent admiration, recognizing Xu Chunliang’s sophisticated point-pressing skill. Neither he nor his master, Xu Changshan, had seen such expertise from him before. It baffled Zheng Peian — how could someone so young, who seemed to not have studied thoroughly, possess such masterful techniques? He even had the notion that Xu Chunliang’s medical skills perhaps had surpassed even his master’s.

Could it be that besides his master, this young lad had some other fortuitous encounter?

Mo Han’s eyes lit up at his technique. How much talent did this guy have hidden?

Xu Chunliang observed Tonghui up close. He noted Tonghui’s dull and vacant eyes, bloodshot, as he pinched his cheeks to force his mouth open. Inside, he saw a crimson tongue tip, a yellow thick coating, and bruised streaks resembling cords on the left side, with a deep and slippery pulse.

Xu Chunliang asked, "Has his right brain suffered an injury?"

Mo Han used sign language to ask the mute monk, who nodded repeatedly and began gesturing.

Mo Han translated, saying that twenty years ago, Master Yuanbei, the abbot of Du Yun Temple, found Tonghui at the foot of a cliff. He had head injuries at the time. After Yuanbei rescued him, Tonghui became a monk at the temple, becoming Yuanbei’s disciple.

Three years ago, after Master Yuanbei passed away, Tonghui went mad shortly after. It seems he had anticipated his madness, specifically instructing the mute monk not to send him away from Du Yun Temple, no matter how he changed. Over these three years, his condition fluctuated, and using chains to restrain him was his own idea.

Xu Chunliang deduced that Tonghui’s madness stemmed from a head injury that caused brain congestion. The ailment was long-standing, but its symptoms were initially subtle and went untreated. Over time, the congestion worsened, eventually impairing his mental state and leading to his madness.

After listening, Mo Han couldn’t help but ask, "Master Tonghui was injured twenty years ago; why didn’t he fall ill during the seventeen years prior?"

Xu Chunliang replied, "Every illness has its triggers. Master Yuanbei’s passing might be one such trigger."

Mo Han pondered, "The Buddhist sect sees beyond the four essential elements, indifferent to life and death; theoretically, it shouldn’t have affected him so profoundly."

Xu Chunliang stated, "From what I see, it’s an excess of heart fire and insufficient kidney yin. Most mental health issues stem from emotional imbalances." He deliberately looked at Zheng Peian, saying, "Uncle Zheng, am I right?"

Zheng Peian suddenly remembered his main task here. Since he was meant to be a shadow, he should fulfill his duties. He nodded, saying, "I observe that the patient also has a disorder affecting his soul — nervous instability mostly due to hyperactive heart and liver fire. The heart holds the spirit, and the liver keeps the fire. I heard him coughing incessantly outside, which is due to liver and heart fire, steaming moisture to produce phlegm, phlegm fire intertwining, causing restlessness and insomnia."