"Alright, for my disciple's sake, I'll treat you."
Quinn Ye said so.
"Thank you, Holy Son! Thank you, Holy Son!"
Ezra Yin (the old blind man) was incomparably overjoyed.
Arthur Chu also had a face full of joy.
Although his severed arm couldn't be restored, if his Senior Brother's eyes could regain their sight, that was also a massively joyous occasion.
"Amitabha. To be personally treated by the Holy Son is a boundless blessing for you, Benefactor,"
Monk Hugo said from the bottom of his heart.
Hearing this gave Quinn Ye goosebumps, and he waved his hands repeatedly.
"Alright, alright, stop sucking up."
Hugo smiled awkwardly.
Quinn Ye said to Ezra Yin: "Follow me inside the house, let me give you a proper examination first."
"Good, good, good!"
Ezra Yin immediately followed Quinn Ye into the house.
Quinn Ye also secretly paid attention and found that although this old blind man couldn't see, he was able to follow closely behind him without taking a single wrong step.
Although he was blind, it didn't seem to affect his daily life much.
Of course, all blind people long to see the light again.
If one could see, who would willingly be a blind person?
Entering the house, although Ezra Yin couldn't see, he could feel the fluctuations of various treasures radiating from all directions.
In an instant.
Ezra Yin was shocked.
His legs went soft.
Because every single aura of the treasures coming from all directions made Ezra Yin feel suffocated.
Too strong!
Too terrifying!
The auras of these treasures were like turbulent waves, almost drowning Ezra Yin.
Quinn Ye turned around and saw the old blind man standing in place, trembling all over. He couldn't help but feel a wave of astonishment.
"Does this old guy also have epilepsy?"
Seeing the old blind man's reaction getting stronger and stronger, he grew anxious in his heart.
He quickly rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of chopsticks, and directly stuffed them into the old blind man's mouth.
Ezra Yin: "???"
He was completely dumbfounded.
What kind of operation is stuffing chopsticks into my mouth?
Could it be related to curing my eyes?
Perhaps this is the profound mystery of an Expert.
Ezra Yin had a face full of confusion.
Quinn Ye also stared at Ezra Yin.
"Old gentleman, are you alright?"
"I'm fine,"
Ezra Yin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Quinn Ye was speechless.
He thought this old guy was having an epileptic seizure, and stuffing chopsticks was out of fear that the old guy would bite his own tongue during the attack.
"You should sit down first."
"Yes."
Ezra Yin sat reservedly on a chair.
Quinn Ye carefully examined his eyes for a moment.
"It really is cataracts."
After looking, Quinn Ye had confirmed it.
This old guy just had severe cataracts.
"Old gentleman, bear with it a bit, it might hurt a little."
"It's no matter. As long as I can regain my sight, this old man can endure any pain."
Quinn Ye held a delicate and sharp small knife in his hand.
"Then I will begin directly."
"Old gentleman, you absolutely must not move. If you move even a little bit, it won't be curable."
After saying that, Quinn Ye's knife descended.
Instantly, a sharp pain transmitted from Ezra Yin's left eye.
Holy shit!
Ezra Yin almost jumped straight up.
Fortunately, he remembered what Quinn Ye had just said and forcefully gritted his teeth to endure it.
He truly didn't move a single bit.
A moment later.
"One eye is done."
Ezra Yin had just breathed a sigh of relief.
That hurt so fucking much!
His back was soaked in cold sweat.
"Now for the right eye."
Before Ezra Yin could catch his breath, Quinn Ye directly applied the knife again.
My Heavenly Lord!
Ezra Yin wailed in his heart.
It hurt so much that he began to doubt whether he was going to just die from the pain.
Fortunately.
Ezra Yin was a cultivator, and had experienced great storms and waves. At this moment, he forcibly endured the agonizing pain and remained motionless.
If it were an ordinary person, they probably would have fainted from the pain alive.
Another long quarter of an hour passed.
To Ezra Yin, it felt as long as several decades.
Just as he was in so much pain that his consciousness began to scatter.
"Done!"
Quinn Ye's voice sounded.
Only then did Ezra Yin truly breathe a sigh of relief.
It was finally over.
"Whether it's cured or not, I am absolutely not doing this again,"
Ezra Yin wailed internally.
"Wait for a two hours, then try opening your eyes slowly,"
Quinn Ye instructed.
"Understood."
When Quinn Ye and Ezra Yin walked out of the house, Arthur Chu and Hugo both came up to meet them.
"Senior Brother, how are you?"
Arthur Chu asked with concern.
Ezra Yin smiled bitterly: "The Holy Son told me to wait two hours before opening my eyes. Right now, I don't know either."
Arthur Chu nodded, and then cupped his hands towards Quinn Ye: "Thank you, Holy Son, for treating my Senior Brother."
Quinn Ye waved his hand: "It's just a small matter."
"Disciple, pour some tea for the guests."
"Okay!"
Finn Guo went to brew tea.
Hugo, however, walked up to Quinn Ye, hesitating to speak.
"What's wrong with you?"
Quinn Ye asked proactively.
Hugo finally couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart.
"Holy Son, when this poor monk and the others came up earlier, was the Holy Son cultivating Yoga?"
Quinn Ye was startled: "Cultivating? I guess you could call it that."
Hugo instantly grew excited.
"The Holy Son actually knows the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra?"
"What the heck? Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra?"
Quinn Ye had a face full of bewilderment.
"Yes, the movements the Holy Son was performing just now are the unique cultivation methods within the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra."
"And the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra is one of the supreme secret tomes of my Buddhism, having been lost for countless ages."
The more Hugo spoke, the more excited he became, wishing he could immediately ask Quinn Ye for guidance on the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra.
Quinn Ye scratched his head.
He was just purely practicing Yoga.
How did it get related to some Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra?
"Holy Son, can this poor monk cultivate the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra together with you?"
Hugo asked very nervously.
Deeply afraid that Quinn Ye would be unwilling to pass the Ancient Buddha Yoga Sutra to him.
"Of course you can."
"That's wonderful! Thank you, Holy Son!"
Hugo was incomparably joyful.
To be able to cultivate the legendary supreme secret tome of Buddhism, Hugo felt that even if he lived ten years less, he would be completely willing.
Two hours later.
Ezra Yin slowly opened his eyes.
His originally cloudy and pale eyeballs had now become not much different from a normal person's.
Ezra Yin blinked his eyes, looking to the left, then peering to the right.
His expression gradually became excited.
"Senior Brother, can you see?"
Arthur Chu asked with deep worry.
Deeply afraid that he hadn't been cured.
"I can see! I can see!"
Ezra Yin trembled all over from excitement, his voice becoming hoarse.
Arthur Chu was also overjoyed.
"Senior Brother, you can really see?"
"Yes, yes! I can see clearly! Hahahaha! I finally see the light of day again!"
Ezra Yin laughed heartily, even shedding tears of excitement.
Over thirty years.
Ezra Yin originally thought he would stay like this until he died.
He had never extravagantly hoped that he would have a day where he could see clearly again.
Now.
This unrealistic fantasy had actually come true.
How could this not make Ezra Yin excited?
"Thank you, Holy Son!"
"From now on, whatever the Holy Son commands, this old man will not have a second word. I will inevitably go through fire and water for the Holy Son!"
Ezra Yin immediately knelt in front of Quinn Ye.
Quinn Ye smiled slightly.
"Right now, there is one matter I want you to explain clearly."
Ezra Yin was startled and looked up in astonishment.
"In the market, you said my disciple would face a tribulation and must head North to find a path to survival. What exactly is going on?"