After thinking hard all night, Xi Jie finally realized that she should restore all her past memories. Perhaps, there was also a layer of reluctance to Zongzheng in her heart. She thought about leaving Zongzheng resolutely, completely forgot about her junior brother's existence, and completely lived in Pangu Peak, but she was not heartless enough, and she was worried and couldn't sleep all night."

She failed to convince herself. With a hint of reluctance and a hint of obsession with the past, she chose to follow Zongzheng's advice.

The next day, tomorrow morning, Zong Zheng, Xian Jie and others were waiting in the hall early. They were waiting for Xi Jie's decision, either leaving or staying. Perhaps in Zong Zheng's heart, it was only a guess and a thought in his heart.

Xi Jie slowly walked in under the expectant gaze of everyone. She slowly glanced at everyone who looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and said in front of Huang Bencao: "I have thought about it carefully. People without the past are incomplete people. I hope Dr. Huang can help me decisively treat amnesia."

Huang Bencao replied politely: "Since the girl has decided, I will do my best. In fact, there are only three reasons for amnesia. First, the brain is hit hard and blood clots are accumulated in the skull; second, it is strongly stimulated, causing the brain to be drained for a short time and the qi and blood are inactive; third, artificially taking amnesia drugs. Can Miss Xijie suffer from headaches?"

Listening to Huang Bencao's analysis of amnesia, Zong Zheng unconsciously admired him.

Xi Jie knew that she had no headaches since she was a child, so she shook her head and replied, "No."

"I think it's probably the second reason for this." Huang Bencao seemed to have a preliminary diagnosis in his mind.

He then habitually took out a clinic box and took out a bun, and saw him gently stretching the bun.

The inner side of the cloth was covered with fine needles of varying lengths, shining with a slight silver light.

Zong Zheng and others surrounded him. Huang Bencao stretched out his left hand and pointed to the left rear of the house. He politely said to Xi Jie: "Miss Xi Jie, please sit on the rattan chair. Later, I will use hypnosis first to calm down and concentrate the girl, and keep everything empty."

Xi Jie looked in the direction pointed by Huang Bencao, but saw a Chinese carving-style rattan chair standing quietly in the house. Then she looked at the rattan chair, leaned on it, and slowly closed her eyes.

Huang Bencao walked towards the rattan chair, then stopped in front of the rattan chair, and said to everyone behind him: "When applying the needle, there must be a quiet environment. I hope you will leave the bamboo room for the time being, watch outside the door, and no one is allowed to disturb you."

Zong Zheng replied, "Everything depends on Doctor Huang." After that, the three of them left the bamboo room and closed the door.

Huang Bencao took out a pendant from his arms. The pendant was black and shiny, with mesh patterns on both sides. The patterns were released from the inside out and spread, and the pendant was tied to a white string.

Huang Bencao pinched the end of the string and shook it in front of Xi Jie's eyes: "Miss Xi Jie, please focus all your attention on this pendant, especially the patterns on the pendant."

Xi Jie nodded slightly and replied, "Yes." As she said that, she stared at the pendant with both eyes.

The pendant kept wandering back and forth. Xi Jie looked at the pendant, but she was absent-minded, as if she couldn't calm her mind.

Xijie's breathing and heartbeat made Huang Bencao see through her, which was not conducive to the progress of hypnosis.

"Relax, don't think about anything now, look at this pendant intently." Huang Bencao reminded,

Xi Jie gradually stretched her body, cleared her mind, and focused on the swaying pendant, and gradually lost consciousness when she looked at it, and fell asleep without realizing it.

From the breathing and heartbeat, Huang Bencao was sure that Miss Xijie had successfully entered the hypnotic illusion, so he shouted loudly: "Miss Xijie, Miss Xijie."

Xi Jie did not respond, so Huang Bencao looked for a silver needle from the cloth, touched Xi Jie's head with his hand, and laid a few silver needles on several important acupoints on his head.

Xi Jie gradually entered a specious, half-true and half-illusioned dream.

In the dream, the missing memories of childhood appear intermittently and vaguely...

Xi Jie's white face showed sweat, and suddenly, her expression was tense, her eyes opened, and she shouted, "Dad, mother, little sister..."

She stood up, looking a little dazed.

Huang Bencao calmly and calmly took off the silver needles from Xi Jie's head one by one and opened the door.

Zongzheng, Xijie and Tuyuan were waiting outside the door, and when they saw the door opened, they walked in.

"How is it? Doctor Huang." Zong Zheng took the lead in asking,

Xi Jie also looked at Huang Bencao.

Huang Bencao asked Xi Jie and said, "What happened in the mind of Miss Xi Jie just now?"

Xi Jie carefully recalled the vague scene in her mind just now, but she couldn't figure it out clearly. She just muttered: "It's very vague, I can't say it either."

Huang Bencao put away the silver needle on his hand and comforted him: "Restoring memory is an urgent matter. The scene presented just now is just a fragment of past memories. If you want to restore memory, you still need the stimulation of multiple memory fragments."

Xi Jie immediately asked back: "As for this reason, I still need to stay here for a long time?"

"Yes, not." Huang Bencao replied, putting the collected silver needle into the medicine box.

Xi Jie said in confusion: "What does Dr. Huang mean?"

Huang Bencao explained: "Acupuncture is effective in stimulating the brain. If there is a certain scene, or people and objects that can stimulate a girl's memory, it will be twice the result with half the effort."

The truth in this is self-evident, and everyone present knows it.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, another day is another rare tranquility.

The next morning, the morning light was revealed, and the endless earth was dyed with golden light.

"Doctor Huang, Doctor Huang." A shouting sound came from outside, and the two hometown uncles shouted with a basket of incense and candles.

Huang Bencao heard the sound and walked out of the garden. After a while, he walked into the main hall of the garden with a basket of incense paper money.

Xianjie attracted attention when she heard the call from the village uncle and was very curious. She looked out the window as Huang Bencao entered the main hall with a basket of things and followed carefully.

After all, Huang Bencao is good at martial arts, and people with blind eyes naturally have more sensitive hearing than others. He quickly realized that there was someone outside the door.

"People outside the door should go in as soon as possible." Huang Bencao slowly put the incense candle in his hand on the table, and said calmly,

Xianjie knew that she had been exposed, and felt a little ashamed and embarrassed when she felt so sneaky, so she decisively pushed open the door and saw Huang Bencao holding two big red candles in her hand and some incense paper money in the basket on the table. Her curiosity made her temporarily forget the shame she had just forgotten.

"Doctor Huang, why do you want these paper money and incense candles?" Xianjie asked,

Huang Bencao's face was obviously a little sad. He explained: "Today is my father's death day. I will burn some incense and paper money to worship."

The tone of his words was mixed with longing and also implicitly sadness in his heart.

Xianjie felt a little ashamed after hearing this, "Doctor Huang is really filial, and I," Xianjie suddenly stopped talking.

Huang Bencao saw Xianjie suddenly stopping, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing?" Xianjie didn't want to say more.

Huang Bencao is a deep-minded person. He could see that Xianjie was unwilling to mention it to him, so he didn't ask again.

The two remained silent for a moment.

In silence, Zong Zheng walked into the house,

"Xian'er, you're here! I've been looking for you just now!" Zong Zheng said happily when he saw Xian Jie. Soon, he also saw something on the table.

Huang Bencao lifted the basket to the front of the sacred platform where the tablets were offered, fiddling with incense. Because of blindness, Huang Bencao needed to do things by exploring and feeling, so it was inconvenient. He accidentally pushed the basket to the ground.

Paper money and incense candles scattered all over the floor,

Zong Zheng and Xianjie hurriedly leaned down to help clean up.

"Brother Zheng, I'll pick it up. You'd better help Dr. Huang light the incense candle first." Xian Jie said to Zong Zheng, her eyes full of sympathy for Huang Bencao.

Zong Zhengbian took the initiative to come forward and took the incense and said, "Doctor Huang, I'll help you."

Zong Zheng took out the fire break in his arms, helped Huang Bencao lit the incense candle, and then handed the incense candle that was emitting white smoke to Huang Bencao.

This is a basic etiquette. When offering sacrifices to the deceased relatives, others can only help those who are inconvenient to light incense candles, but the matter of going to the village cannot be done for any reason. Therefore, after Zong Zheng lit the incense candle, he naturally handed the burning incense candle to Huang Bencao.

Although Huang Bencao was blind, he was very familiar with the place where he lived. He skillfully inserted incense candles and accurately inserted the incense candles into the incense burner on the table to show his familiarity with his residence.

When Zong Zheng saw the spiritual card on the table, he knew that Huang Bencao was paying homage to his deceased father. He thought in his heart that perhaps because Doctor Huang was blind, he could not go to the grave in the distance to pay his respects. He wanted to take him to the grave to pay respects in person, so he asked, "Doctor Huang wants to go to Lingzun's grave to worship?"

But Huang Bencao explained: "My father believed in Buddhism. He said that dust returned to dust and soil. Before his death, he told him to cremate his body and throw the ashes between rivers and rivers. Therefore, there was no grave, but a tablet was erected."

Zong Zheng murmured, “So that’s it.”

After Xianjie packed up the incense candles scattered on the ground, she was about to get up when she suddenly saw a piece of yellow cloth under the incense burner.

"Hey, Dr. Huang, what's under the incense burner?"

Xianjie put the basket back on the table and asked. Zong Zhengyi looked under the incense burner with Xianjie's questions. There was indeed a piece of yellow cloth underneath, but he felt that there was nothing to make a fuss.

"Oh, that's a Buddhist scripture." Huang Bencao replied lightly, and could tell that in his eyes, it was not something special.

However, when it comes to Buddhist scriptures, Zong Zheng was a little interested, "I think it must be the Buddhist scriptures that Ling Zun liked to read most during his lifetime, otherwise you wouldn't have put them under the incense burner. I wonder if I can open them and take a look?"

"What's wrong? Just put it under the incense burner after reading it." Huang Bencao replied,

Zong Zheng prayed to the spirit card, and then took out the yellow cloth from under the incense burner. A little dust was accumulated on the yellow cloth, probably because Huang Bencao was inconvenient in his eyes and did not worship often, but he also understood.

Zong Zheng blew away the dust accumulated on the yellow cloth and slowly opened the yellow cloth. A book written by the Great Buddha Sutra was revealed in front of him, which surprised Xianjie and Zong Zheng.

"The Great Buddha's True Sutra" the two of them recited the same poem,
Chapter completed!