Near evening, Xiaomei found several small medicine bottles from Chen Zhi's salute.
Xiaomei specially put on light-colored clothes, hid a few pills in her hand, and chatted with Chen Zhi like a child.
Just coaxing and persuading him to take the medicine.
The medicine took effect very quickly, and a few minutes later, Chen Zhi fell asleep soundly.
Xiaomei took a long breath: "It's done."
After saying that, she lowered her head and looked at her watch: "You have about three hours. During this period, he will basically not get sick."
"good."
Turning around, I closed the curtains and took out the prepared things in advance. I also laid Chen Zhi down on his back.
"Xiao Mei."
I sat cross-legged opposite Chen Zhi, dipped my hand in sesame oil, and inserted it between Chen Zhi's fingers.
Turning around, I picked up the blade I had prepared in advance and made a slash on Chen Zhi's hand.
Xiaomei cleverly brought the porcelain bowl on the ground and caught the dripping blood.
Soon, blood completely occupied the bottom of the bowl, and Xiaomei immediately took out the gauze.
I quickly stopped him and said, "This little blood won't kill you, so don't take it!"
Xiaomei retracted her hand angrily, and I babbled at her again: "Light the ever-burning lanterns, one on the top of your head and one on each limb."
Everything was ready, and I held Chen Qu's childhood photos in my arms.
Turning around, I looked at Xiaomei: "Ai Ye, are you ready?"
"At this."
Mugwort is indeed a good thing to ward off evil spirits, but after August, mugwort is a thing that attracts evil spirits.
I took mugwort and swept it up and down Chen Zhi's face while chanting probing words.
"On Day B, the mountain gods will arrive. Visit the tombs and temples less frequently."
After reciting one sentence, I looked back at the blood in the bowl. There was no ripple in it, so I continued to recite it.
"There are dead ghosts in Bingri Shen, and ordinary people are shocked by loss."
There was still no movement in the bowl.
…
By the time I finished reciting the entire set of probing poems, the blood in the bowl was like a pool of stagnant water, with no movement at all.
Xiaomei leaned next to me and asked tentatively: "Master, what are you reciting?"
"Try to find out if this person is dead."
This is one of the fuji techniques, called Bairi Tanyin.
In the past, when communications were not developed, if there was a war and a relative at home went to war and had not returned for many years, and one did not know whether the person was alive or dead, a wizard would be invited to use this method to see if the relative was still alive.
The most important thing is that he can also calculate where the person died and his location.
If this man was not dead, the lights above his head and at his hands would go out, and he would definitely not be a pool of stagnant water.
We thought we had found the key to the lock, but we didn't expect to reach a deeper dead end.
After a while, I sighed heavily and turned to look at Xiaomei: "You watch here, I'll be back soon."
After that, I got up and went to Xia Min's room.
Xia Min and Tao Zi sat side by side on the bed. When they saw me coming in, they immediately jumped up from the bed.
"How about it?"
I hesitated for a moment, shook my head, and told the whole story.
Xia Min couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes: "After all, you don't know whether this person is dead or alive, right?"
"Don't jump to conclusions so quickly."
Even so, I still feel hopeful: "Maybe the problem is not with us."
"Then you mean..."
I lowered my head and thought for a moment: "Let me think about it again."
The repeated blows made Xia Min a little discouraged, and she was dejected and silent.
Her state gave me a vague premonition of something bad.
I think I may have encountered the most difficult thing since going down the mountain.
I am so anxious and anxious, but I still have to get through life.
A day is not complete until the truth is revealed.
Lying in bed, I couldn't figure out what was wrong.
I thought about it for a long time, and finally pointed the finger at Chen Zhi.
His behavior last night was so weird that it was hard for me not to be shaken.
When Xiaomei and I talked about this matter again, Xiaomei thought about it for a long time.
"If you tell me this, he's not crazy at all."
I slapped my thigh hard: "It's not impossible."
"Misdiagnosis?" She muttered to herself, then denied it: "I have seen his case. The psychiatry department of the Provincial Hospital is very famous. It is impossible to misdiagnose such a serious disease."
"But now that everything is put here, it just doesn't make sense."
Xiaomei frowned slightly: "Unless we have a follow-up visit, we can't prove anything."
"Revisit?"
I couldn't help but sneer: "If he really has a ghost in his heart, can he cooperate with you for a follow-up consultation?"
"Then how are you going to prove it?"
I took out my phone and checked online, and I already had a certain idea.
"Come with me, we'll find out if it's true or not tonight."
