Chapter 8 - Wang Chuan Temple
Di Jiu did not have a complete memory of his past life, but during his present life on Earth he had most definitely not gone to university, so when he heard Fang Xue’s question, he hesitated before replying, “I followed around a man called Xue Tuo, who gathered herbs. I didn’t go to medical school.”
Xue Tuo was the Ji Nation’s top doctor, yet Di Jiu had demoted him to an herb gatherer.
“Xiao Mu…” An excited, surprised voice reached their ears as a middle-aged man, followed by about five firefighters wearing camouflage clothing, approached them.
Based on the sweaty skin and tired expressions on their faces, it was easy to guess that they had been searching the area the entire night.
“Dad!” Yu Mu ran over to her dad with so much excitement that, the moment she took a step forward, she fell flat on the ground.
When the middle-aged man rushed forward to help her up, Di Jiu heaved a sigh of relief. Even though he could see the buildings of Wang Chuan Temple, he knew that they must still have been very far. Now that help had come, he did not have to carry Yu Mu anymore.
“Dad, this is Brother Di Jiu. He saved me and carried me all the way here.” Yu Mu gushed about her savior.
It was evident that the man doted on his daughter very much, because he immediately turned to face Di Jiu and gripped both his hands to express his profound gratitude. “Thank you! Thank you so much for saving my daughter!”
Judging by his expression, Di Jiu could tell that the man was genuinely thankful.
“Don’t you recognize me, Di Zimo? I am Liang Xi, your high school classmate…” Liang Xi did not continue her sentence, as she sensed that he probably suffered from some mental trauma that made him disorientated. Otherwise, he would not have traveled to such a distant rural area and gotten into such a sloppy state. She sighed inwardly. She could not do anything about such matters.
“I have 1,000 here. Why don’t you take it? I can’t help you in any other way.” Liang Xi took out her wallet and handed him 10 bills.
“I have a few hundred here,” said the man standing behind Liang Xi, who quickly fished out his own money and handed it to Di Jiu as well.
Di Jiu stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth before standing up and waving the money away. “Thank you, Liang Xi, but I don’t need money at the moment. I need help regarding another matter.”
“Ah…” Liang Xi heaved a sigh of relief as she replied, “Di Zimo, I thought that you were suffering from mental trauma because of the issue with Ziyu.”
As she said this, Liang Xi still had some doubts in her heart. She could tell from his eyes that there was something he could not reveal. It was something she had not seen in his eyes before.
Di Jiu recognized the name Ziyu. That was the woman he had gotten a divorce from in his previous life. Her full name was Shen Ziyu.
His ex-wife was the least of his concerns right now, though. He realized that, in order to survive there, he needed to find out more about his past identity as quickly as possible. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to borrow it.
His memory of his past life was incomplete, so he had to ask the people who knew him a few questions.
“Go ahead and ask. I’ll help as much as I can…” Liang Xi paused before she added, “Di Zimo, if this has anything to do with Ziyu, I don’t think I can help much. Besides…”
Di Jiu smiled. “I used to brood over my issues with Ziyu, but I have experienced so much ever since. I am over it now. I require your assistance with something else.”