Sun and Moon Are Wrong: Traveling Through Time from Under One Person

Chapter 191 Dazhu, Dazhu, you must become a towering tree

Father, do you know that in the future, the world will honor me as the Supreme Lord of the Sky and the Sea.

Haha, Lord Qingtian Jiahai, what a majestic title. When people hear it, they feel that he is a great hero who is upright and omnipotent, and a nobleman with immense wealth.

But the owner of this impressive title actually has a very unsophisticated name, Chen Dazhuo.

Yes, my real name is Chen Dazhui, which sounds very rustic. Anyone who hears this name will think that this is a shabby and poor boy.

You guessed it right, I was indeed born in a humble family, a poor boy. No, even poor boy is a compliment to me, the word poor used to describe me means I am trying to climb above my station.

In the past, I often didn’t understand why some people could infer my general personality and family background just by listening to my name.

Later, when I became a parent, I realized this truth: children represent parents’ hopes for the future, so their names will also carry some of their current visions and fantasies.

A person's current vision and fantasy depend to a large extent on the situation he or she is currently facing.

The reason why my parents named me Dazhu is because they hope that I can grow up as soon as possible, become the pillar of the family, and support this poor family.

I was born deep in the mountains. My father was a woodcutter who made a living by chopping and selling firewood, and my mother raised chickens and ducks and wove cloth to supplement the family income.

As the eldest son in the family, I have been hungry since I was a child. As the saying goes, the little boy eats the father. I was always hungry when I was a child, even if my parents gave me half of the porridge in their bowls, I was still hungry.

Later I learned that those who were qualified to seek the Dharma were all big eaters when they were young. Perhaps for a wealthy family it was a good thing to have a kid who loved to eat, but for my poor family it was a terrible thing.

I have also said that our family is really poor. We are so poor that the porridge we drink every day has to be rationed. I drink more and my parents eat less.

Now that I think about it, I hate my gluttony. Why didn’t I notice it earlier?

I noticed that because of my gluttony, my parents’ food rations were reduced and their health was getting worse day by day.

My father was in poor health and often lost strength when going up and down the mountain to work. Although I helped him, he still fell down the mountain due to an accident.

My father's ending was worse than death. He broke his back and became paralyzed, lying in bed all day, unable to move.

The burden of life suddenly fell on my mother. Looking back now, I still admire my mother very much.

My mother did not abandon us in the time of family crisis. Instead, she supported the family. She spent more time weaving every day and often only slept two or three hours a day because of her work.

During that period, the high-intensity work and the emotional backlog of caring for a paralyzed patient often made my mother cry all day long, and despair filled every space in the home.

My mother often held my hands while crying. She said that at this point, I was the only hope of the family and the reason she could hold on. She often told me this.

Dazhu, Dazhu, you need to grow up quickly. Dazhu, Dazhu, you need to grow into a towering tree.

My mother was right. My father has passed away, and as the eldest son in the family, I am the only one who can carry on the family.

One day, before daybreak, I took my machete and sneaked up the mountain to chop firewood. My mother never allowed me to go up the mountain alone. After all, the mountains are very dangerous, and an adult has to be extra careful, let alone a child.

But I know I can't wait. My mother's persistence has a time limit. I have to shoulder my father's burden and build up the family before she collapses.

I worked like crazy on the mountain, but even so, I could only carry a small amount of firewood down the mountain at a time. But I was determined to carry it down once, and if it wasn't enough, I would carry it down twice, and if it wasn't enough twice, I would carry it down three times.

Finally, after going into the mountains five times a day, I was able to carry enough firewood for my father to chop for the day. My mother and I took the firewood and cloth to the market to sell. The villagers who passed by knew that our family was in financial difficulty, so our firewood sold the fastest.

Although I was very tired, I was able to take care of the family. I went into the mountains to chop wood as usual and encountered many wild animals. The most dangerous one was a tiger.

That was the most dangerous experience in my childhood. I still remember the tiger's fur standing on end, breathing out at me. It really was like a murderous ghost.

But no matter how evil the tiger is, it cannot be as evil as the oppression of fate on the poor.

In front of the tiger, I did not retreat a single step. My idea was simple: even if I died, I would use the hatchet to pierce the opponent's flesh and blood.

Perhaps it was this ferocity that frightened the beast. After I stared at the tiger for a long time, the tiger quietly slipped away.

After two or three years, my qualities as a seeker of Dharma began to gradually emerge. The food I ate was not in vain. I became incredibly strong. Although I was only seven or eight years old, I chopped much more firewood every day than my father did.

Secondly, my senses have been enhanced. I can tell where the little rabbits, pheasants, and wild ginseng on the mountain are with my eyes closed without having to see them with my own eyes. Later I realized that this is the result of attaining the Dharma.

By hunting pheasants, wild boars and rabbits in the mountains, my poor family began to improve gradually and we were able to save a lot of money.

After my family had some savings, I had my first disagreement with my mother. She told me to use the money to study, saying that only education can change one's destiny. But I had no intention of going to school. I just wanted to cure my father's illness.

The doctor said that my father's disease was not incurable, but he was not good enough to treat it. The doctor also said that although my father was paralyzed and had problems with his lumbar nerves, the world was so big that nothing was impossible and there was no disease that was absolutely incurable.

Although my family was poor these years, I never gave up my determination to treat my father's illness. When I was selling firewood in the market, I also asked around for the whereabouts of famous doctors, and finally I got some information from a traveling doctor.

He said that in the middle of the easternmost part of the continent, there is a Baiyao City, where all kinds of famous doctors gather. Baiyao City Lord Bai Tianren is an unparalleled doctor, who claims to be able to cure all diseases in the world! No matter what kind of patient, as long as he treats them, they will be cured!

I quickly asked what if the patient was paralyzed and whether a paralyzed patient with a broken lumbar vertebra could also be treated.

The traveling doctor answered that he could, although a broken lumbar vertebrae is beyond the reach of ordinary doctors, but he had seen with his own eyes a paralyzed person with a broken lumbar vertebrae in Baiyao City who was able to stand up again.

The traveling doctor said that as long as a steel plate was placed in the patient's lumbar spine and supplemented with Chinese medicine, the patient would recover and be no different from an ordinary person.

I quickly asked him to treat me, but the traveling doctor shook his head and said that he only knew the theory but had no practical experience, so he didn't dare to do it. What's more, the steel plate that was inserted into the lumbar vertebrae needed an extremely good blacksmith to forge, and there were no conditions for that in the mountains.

He advised me that if I really wanted to, I should save some money and take my father to get treatment in person. He also told me not to worry about not being able to afford the treatment, saying that Lord Bai Tianren not only had great medical skills, but also had unparalleled medical ethics, and he took great care of the poor.

It is said that many years ago, when he was not yet the city lord, the Bai family had encountered a great disaster. Fortunately, they met an immortal who came down to earth to save them, and they survived the disaster safely.

When the immortal left the mortal world, he told him to do more good deeds. From then on, Lord Bai of Bai City generously waived the medical fees for all the poor people in Baiyao City.

And in cases like Chen Dazhu's family, he not only saved the consultation fee but also the medical treatment fee, not charging a penny!

Speaking of this, Chen Dazhu, the True Lord who supports the sky and the sea, seemed to sigh and lament. He looked at Meng Ning's face with an expression of respect from the bottom of his heart.

Later, I learned that the immortal in Baiyao City was actually your father. Perhaps... my fate with you began from that moment.

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