"I'm going to drink it," Amin looked at Han Sheng in surprise.
"These two herbs must be taken."
Han Sheng said seriously.
Xiaoqin frowned and stared at the half bowl of foot skin and navel scale, and her stomach was already sour.
Dad laughed and said loudly: "The soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force have not experienced Ah Ming, come with warm wine." ” Ah Ming had to warm a pot of soju, pour it into a small bowl, and stir it with chopsticks, and the room exuded a strong smell of foot sweat and guilt.
"Daddy, you're athlete's foot."
Amin reminded.
Xiao Qin's father helped his father up, Ah Ming brought the bowl to his mouth, his father tilted his neck, drank it dry in two sips, rolled his tongue, and pulled the two thin foot plates that were pasted on the front teeth into his mouth.
"Haha, it's not weird."
Daddy nodded trustingly at Han Sheng.
"Okay, talent, tell the suction to use a small suction cup to pierce these acupuncture points, and then inject back a little blood sucking."
As he spoke, Han Sheng pulled out a small piece of black charcoal from the embers on the stone slab, and drew a small black circle on each of the thirteen meridians on his father's bare head, including Baihui, Tongtian, Chengling, Benkun, and the left and right temples.
"That's a lot."
Amin said in surprise.
"There are a total of 365 acupuncture points in the human body, and I only took 13 of them here."
Han Sheng replied.
Shen Cai tinkered with the suction for a long time, and the suction finally understood the meaning, stretched out some small tentacle suction cups, and pressed the black circles on the father's head one by one, and the thin hard needles in the west plate pierced into the acupoint of the father, first sucking blood, and then slowly injected the biological enzymes with anesthetic effect and hirudin with hemolytic function into the capillaries in the acupoint, judging from the face and expression of the father, there was no pain.
The biomagnetic field signal contained in the Shenque mud and foot plate skin that has been drunk quickly rises to the top of the sun along the Ren, Du, Belt, Chong, Yin and Yang Dimension, and Yin and Yang stilt meridians along the twelve righteous meridians and the eight veins of the Qi Sutra under the action of warm wine, guiding hirudin to dissolve the blood clots in the capillaries, and slowly opening up the meridians that have been blocked for many years.
"Child, you are from Jiangxi and northern Jiangxi," Xiaoqin's father asked Han Sheng affectionately.
"Wuyuan, northern Jiangxi."
Han Sheng replied.
"Alas, I left home when I was young, but now the boss has no home, only in the dead of night, I miss my homeland, and I secretly cry sadly.
Do you know how to rejuvenate the country?"
said Xiao Qin's father sighed.
"I know, there are a lot of Hakka people there, and the Xingguo folk songs are very good."
Han Sheng said.
"Do you also like to listen to Xingguo songs, can you sing?"
asked Xiaoqin kindly.
Han Sheng nodded, and immediately hummed a familiar Xingguo song in his mouth: "As soon as you send the Rigge Red Army, Jiezhi will go down the mountain, the autumn rain will be continuous, and the Jiezhi will be cold in autumn."
The trees and trees are full of sycamores, the leaves are gone, and the sorrows are thousands, pressed in my heart, and I ask my relatives, the Red Army."
Suddenly, Han Sheng stopped, and he realized that this was a song praising the Red Army, and Xiaoqin and Ah Ming's fathers were both white soldiers "Why don't you sing it, it's still a good Hakka song in your hometown."
Father Qin looked at Han Sheng and said.
"That's the song of the Red Army," Han Sheng said hesitantly.
"Alas," Father Qin smiled, and said loudly, "It doesn't matter if it's the Red Army or the White Army, as long as it's a song from our hometown, we like it, and besides, we're the anti-Japanese Chinese Expeditionary Force, kid, you can sing it." ” Han Shengshen was deeply moved by the open-mindedness of the Chinese expeditionary soldiers, so he snorted in tears and whispered: "When will the Rig people and horses go back to the mountain again.
Three sent the Red Army to Lig, and Jiezhi went to Nashan, On the mountain, the valley of Ligebao, the branch is golden, Baogu seeds are a red army species, The grain is great, we poor people move, Hold the Red Army's hand tightly, O Red Army, The seeds sprinkled turned red.
Seven sent to the Red Army, and the five buckets of the river, The Lige boat on the river is busy.
Thousands of troops and horses support a riverside station, The people of the Quartet are in tears, and their kindness is like the sea and cannot be forgotten.
The Red Army, the revolution was successful, and the branch returned home early.
Nine send the Red Army, on the avenue, The gong is silent, the drum is not beaten, the drum is not beaten, Both of them are calloused hands, The heart is like a yellow lotus, and his face is smiling.
How can you forget the love of flesh and blood, O Red Army, I hope that Rig will soon be able to spread the good news.
Ten sent the Red Army to Rig, and the Moon Pavilion was supported, On the Moon Ridge Pavilion, a high platform is built.
Ten zhang of the high level, white jade pillar, Carving the dragon and painting the phoenix, putting it into glory, I also think about the morning and the evening, the Red Army, This Lig is called Jiezhi Wanghongtai. ” After humming the Xingguo song, Xiaoqin's father was already in tears at this moment With a "poof", Daddy Ah Ming let out a loud fart, and then his fingers moved, and the room was full of the fragrance of Bao Shi.
Xiaoqin's face turned red, and Ah Ming looked at her urgently, "Dad, can you move" He exclaimed.
All eyes fell on Daddy, and sure enough, his fingers and toes were slowly wriggling.
"Well, the blood clot is already being opened, and the meridians that have been blocked for many years are also being opened, and the fart is a precursor."
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Han Sheng put his hand on his father's wrist, and his pulse slowly returned to normal, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Cai sniffed, frowned and sneezed.
"How long will it be before my dad can stand up," Amin asked with admiration.
"An hour."
Han Sheng replied with a sigh of relief.
"Little old watch, where did you learn such magical medical skills," Xiao Qin's father said in amazement.
Han Sheng smiled, thinking that the Qing Capsule Sutra still couldn't be said casually, so his face flushed, and he prevaricated: "My family's ancestor." ” "Amazing, our Jiangxi has been a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers since ancient times, take our rejuvenation as an example, it is a generation of Kanyu grandmaster Yang Yunsong, the word to help the poor, is really a genius of the Central Plains Feng Shui."
Daddy Qin said.
"Yang Yunsong" Han Sheng thought to himself, I don't know how this person compares with Liu Bowen.
According to legend, in the late Tang Dynasty, the prince who ruled Qianzhou in present-day Ganzhou, Jiangxi Province was Lu Guangchou, who established himself as the king and asked Yang Yunsong to be his son of heaven.
After Bu De, Lu Guangchou asked Yang Yunsong if there was another son of heaven, and Yang Gong replied: One seat with eighteen faces, and the face is the son of heaven.
Lu Guangchou didn't want others to get the Son of Heaven and Earth, so he poisoned Yang Gongjiu to prevent future troubles.
On the way home, Yang Yunsong asked his disciple Zeng Wenzhen, where was Zeng Wenzhen here, and said that it was a medicine mouth.
Yang Gong sighed: The medicine will die when it comes to the mouth Before he died, Yang Yunsong told Zeng Wenzhen to tell Lu Guangchou Yang's last words to help the poor: install a water mill in Mochewan in Ganzhou and dig a well at the crossroads, and he will be the son of heaven for generations.
Yang Gongshi broke the "Son of Heaven" in Ganzhou in feng shui and controlled Lu Guangchou.
Soon, Lu Guangchou really had a carbuncle on his back, and the pain was unbearable, so he hanged himself.
Father Qin continued.
"Is this all true?"
Hansheng is always interested in legends such as feng shui.
"I am Yang Mupeng, a descendant of Yang Gong."
Xiao Qin's father is colorful.
"Oh" Han Sheng saw his solemn demeanor, and he immediately became serious.
"Do you know the Qing Capsule Sutra," Yang Muqiao asked Han Sheng.
When Han Sheng heard this, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.
"It is rumored that it is a medical book written by Hua Tuo, a famous doctor of the Three Kingdoms, and it has been lost."
Hansheng Zhiwu.
Yang Muqian shook his head and said, "No, the Qing Capsule Sutra is a book of Kanyu, written by Huangshi Gong in the late Qin and early Han dynasties, do you know what Kanyushu is?"
Han Sheng simply shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.
"The word Kanyu was first written by Liu An, the king of Huainan, in the book of Huainanzi, which is called the way of heaven, the way of the earth, and the way of breaking the world, which is today's feng shui.
Huang Shigong was Zhang Liang's teacher, but the Qing Capsule Sutra was not passed on to him, and his whereabouts were unknown later.
Transferred to the Jin Dynasty, it is said that Guo Pu got this book, but was stolen by his students, and was accidentally burned before reading it, and later generations can only find some clues from Guo Pu's writings, and learned that there is this book, as for the Qing Dynasty of the Qing Dynasty.
Yang Muqiao explained.
"Why is it that the fire burned again" Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he was not talking about Hua Tuo's Green Capsule Sutra.
Yang Muyang didn't notice the meaning of Han Sheng's words, and continued: "Ancestor Yang Gong saw this incomplete strange book, and privately called it the Burial Ruler Sutra. ” "Guo Gong's burial ruler" Han Sheng was not careful, and blurted out his debut.
"Have you heard of Gong Guo's burial ruler," Yang Muqiao looked at Han Sheng in surprise.
"I heard a 100-year-old woman say that she has passed away."
Hansheng sighed.
"Oh, yes, this mutilated Qing Capsule Sutra, that is, the Burial Ruler Sutra is as profound and difficult to understand as astronomy, the ancestor Yang Gong has been poisoned to death before he has finished cracking it, but it is a pity that the descendants of the Yang family in the past dynasties have reckless qualifications, and no one can see a trace of clues."
Yang Mupoor sighed.
"Isn't it written in Chinese characters, maybe it's because it's incomplete," Han Sheng speculated tentatively.
"There is not a word in the few remaining pages of this book, just some strange gestures, alas, it seems that it will come to an end when it reaches my generation, and the descendants of the Yang family no longer have the talent to learn well."
Yang Muqiao looked at Han Sheng and said.
"This book is in your hands," Han asked suspiciously.
Yang Muqiang nodded and said: "The heirloom is not at ease in the house, more than thirty years ago, when I went to Burma, I took it with me, if I die in battle, I am determined to disappear in the world with it." ” Han Sheng asked a little uneasily, "Uncle Yang, we met for the first time today, why did you tell me these things?"
Yang Mupoor looked at him with blazing eyes, and said solemnly: "Little old watch, you are from the Xinglin family, honest and loyal, you can have such a miraculous medical skill, you must be a very smart person, today I saved my in-laws, Yang has nothing to repay, I am willing to give half of the green bag scripture, if you can break the secret in the scriptures in the future, as the descendants of the Yang family, it is finally a matter that has not been solved for several generations." ” "I" Hansheng was surprised, his face flushed, and he felt guilty for his lie just now.
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Yang Muqiao took out a small cloth bag from his arms, opened it layer by layer, and inside was a thin bamboo tube, pulled out the lid of the tube, and carefully poured out a paper roll from it.
The people in the room silently watched as Xiao Qin's father gently unfolded the yellow-brown pieces of paper with scorch marks, and there was indeed not a single handwriting on them, but some strange gestures were drawn.
People looked at it in a daze, confused.
Only Xiao Cai grinned happily after seeing these pictures: