751 What Is the Door?

His words were very calm, but they were exceptionally determined.

Jia Zizai smoked and stared at the man in front of him. "What if you can't open the door?"

"I have already touched it," Zhong Liuchuan said. "It has been loosened."

Jia Zizai was shocked.

"Smoking is bad for your health. You should stop it." Zhong Liuchuan got up and left.

Jia Zizai thought, This is so mysterious. I'm listening to the truth, but what is the door?

With the sound of the door closing, there was only one person left in the room, who was still tied up.

"Hey, don't hurry to go! Stay with me and talk!" Jia Zizai yelled. "There isn't any entertainment! There's no TV, internet, or radio! It's hard!"

He had been thinking about how to escape for a few days, but his body was out of his control. He had a weakness that could not be described. It was an internal weakness. He simply could not move his body. It was very hard to even move a finger.

He let out a helpless sigh and fell onto the bed. He thought, Actually, it's good to lie down like this.

After returning home, Zhong Liuchuan entered a room specially reserved for practice. The room was quite empty. The most conspicuous item was a futon, which he had just purchased. He sat down cross-legged and began practicing the method of breathing.

He did not speak. He did touch the door. This was the method Wang Yao taught him. In the past few days, he was able to feel the changes in his body. He had become more energetic, and his senses were heightened. This was something he hadn't encountered before.

Although Zhong Liuchuan had made great strides in his efforts, he was finding it extremely difficult to break through the bottleneck. It was indispensable to rely on one's own efforts and so-called opportunities.

There had to be a pursuit in one's life. Whether it was to lead a simple life, to be rich and wealthy, or to be mad, everyone's dreams were different.

Zhong Liuchuan had his own dreams. He wanted to live a quiet life, but he had to be able to make those evil people fear him.

Happy time always went fast. Su Xiaoxue would be leaving that afternoon since she had classes the next day.

Wang Yao took her to the airport in Haiqu.

"Go back," Su Xiaoxue reluctantly said.

Wang Yao held her in her arms and whispered, "I will see you next week."

"OK." Su Xiaoxue was happy.

Chu Lian quietly looked at the couple.

The plane took off and rushed into the sky. The environment in Haiqu was good, so the sky was exceptionally blue.

Wang Yao looked up at the sky. His vision was very good, so he could see far away. He looked up until the plane disappeared. He turned and left for home.

On the plane, Su Xiaoxue quietly looked out the window.

"You couldn't bear it," Chu Lian softly said.

"Yes, I am reluctant to leave." Su Xiaoxue admitted her feelings.

"Distance produces beauty," Chu Lian said with a smile.

Su Xiaoxue whispered, "A week will pass quickly."

Wang Yao bought a little seafood in Haiqu before returning to the mountain village.

"Is Xiaoxue gone?" his mother asked.

"Ah, she has already boarded the plane," Wang Yao said.

"When is the next time she will visit?" Zhang Xiuying asked. She liked the girl very much.

"If she has time, she will come again soon," Wang Yao said. "I will go visit her in Jing next week."

"OK, you should stay with her," Zhang Xiuying said.

At one time, Wang Yao liked Tong Wei. For some reason, they broke up. Now, he had finally met a good girl who he greatly missed.

"Your uncle is coming over tonight," she said.

Wang Yao did not go up the mountain or back to the clinic. Instead, he went to Zhong Liuchuan's.

"Have you been practicing?" Wang Yao asked.

"Yes, I have been," Zhong Liuchuan said.

When he was at home, he would practice Wang Yao's breathing method. He had already touched the door in two days, so he was particularly at ease.

"What I teach you needs perseverance," Wang Yao said. "Don't be in a hurry to succeed."

"Oh, I know," Zhong Liuchuan said.

This method of breathing was the most fundamental thing in spiritual practice. The longer it took to practice, the more one could discover its benefits. It was an internal effort to bravely advance.

"Come to my place, and I will give you some books," Wang Yao said.

"Yes, Sir," Zhong Liuchuan said.

"How about Jia Zizai?" Wang Yao asked.

"He's still in the room," Zhong Liuchuan said.

He didn't know what kind of method Wang Yao used, but the guy looked like a soft-footed prawn with no strength.

"That's good. I still need his cooperation for a while," Wang Yao said.

Since Jia Zizai had come to this mountain village and wanted to stay, it seemed an ideal situation for Wang Yao to try a new drug on him.

Zhong Liuchuan followed Wang Yao to the clinic. Wang Yao grabbed two books and handed them to him.

"This is…" Zhong Liuchuan was shocked. "Taoist scriptures?"

"Yes, strictly speaking, what I teach you is just the beginning," Wang Yao said. "Reading about Taoism is good for your practice."

Since Wang Yao said it, Zhong Liuchuan would do it.

"Is Anxin staying at school?" Wang Yao asked.

"Yes, she likes it very much," Zhong Liuchuan replied.

"That school is very good," Wang Yao said. "Plus, she can make a few friends."

"Yes, she has been alone for a long time and needs to make friends," Zhong Liuchuan said.

In the evening, Wang Yao's uncle came to the village. He brought a box of wine.

"Don't bring anything next time," Zhang Xiuying said. "There is no shortage of this in our home."

"How is the factory business?" Wang asked.

"Fortunately, there has been a lot of work lately," said his uncle, who looked very tired.

"Would you like a drink?" Wang Yao asked.

His uncle reached over and let out a small yelp.

"What happened?" Zhang Xiuying asked.

"It's nothing, Sister," his uncle said.

"Dad, he is not feeling well." Wang Yao looked at his uncle and said, "Don't drink."

His uncle's spirit was very poor. His breathing was hot and sour, which was a sign of strong internal fire caused by gastrointestinal discomfort. It had likely lasted for quite a few days. It seemed that he had been drinking too much lately.

"It does not matter if I just drink a little," his uncle replied.

"You must have drunk a lot recently," Wang Yao said.

"Well, I have seen more customers lately, so I have to drink on the occasion," his uncle said.

A lot of business was discussed at the wine table.

"You have had discomfort in your stomach and diarrhea," Wang Yao said.

"Oh, yes, the medical skills of my nephew are so wonderful that you can see it with your eyes alone," his uncle said.

"I will give you a prescription," Wang Yao said. "Take good care of yourself. Don't drink or smoke anymore, or your body will act up. If that happens, what would be the point of making money?"

"But I have you as my doctor," his uncle said. "If I am sick, it is good enough to find you for treatment."

"I am not a god," Wang Yao calmly said. "Not every disease can be cured."

His uncle did not listen to advice. If he hadn't been a relative, Wang Yao wouldn't have taken care of him.

Zhang Xiuying put the wine back. "OK, don't drink. Let's eat something."

"We'll just eat vegetables," Wang Yao said.

His uncle did not seem very happy.

Wang Yao finished eating and went to the clinic. He grabbed a few medications, which were mainly for the stomach and to clear the internal fire, to take home.

He gave them to his uncle and said, "Take these medicines with you. Don't eat any irritating food, especially spicy stuff, and avoid tobacco and alcohol."

His uncle left and drove away.

"He drives even after drinking," Wang Yao said.

"He has a classmate on the traffic police team," Zhang Xiuying said.

"For himself and others, he shouldn't drive after drinking," Wang Yao said. "Did he have any other reasons for visiting?"

"No, he just came to see me," Zhang Xiuying said.

Wang Yao was relieved, but he didn't say anything since it was his uncle.

…

Su Xiaoxue returned home and made a phone call. The two people chatted for a while before hanging up.

"Happy?" Song Ruiping softly asked.

"Happy," Su Xiaoxue said with pleasure. "Mr. Wang said that he would come see me next week."

"Well, remember to invite him to come visit us," Song Ruiping said.

"OK," Su Xiaoxue said.

"I'm sure the flight wore you out," Song Ruiping said. "It's best if you get to bed."

She said goodnight to her daughter went downstairs to chat with Chu Lian.

"He did not agree to see Hou Shida," Chu Lian said.

"No worries if he didn't agree," Song Ruiping said. She had made no promises. "That boy is not a good person. It is a punishment for him."

"Oh, yes," Chu Lian said.

"You also need to go rest. I'm sure you are tired," Song Ruiping said.

"Actually, I'm not very tired," Chu Lian said. "The mountain village was very good. It was peaceful. After staying there for a while, I feel my whole being has become much quieter."

"You should stay longer next time," Song Ruiping said.

That night, the bustling city of Jing was much more lively than the daytime because people were done working for the day. They could relax in bars, restaurants, and KTVs. Thousands of miles away, most of the people had turned off their lights and were sleeping. There were only the occasional sounds of dogs barking.