After thinking about it all afternoon, Yang Zhao decided to start the four extraordinary pulses of Ren, Du, Chong and Dai.
Ren vessel, the sea of Yin vessels.
Du Vein, the sea of Yang Veins.
Chongmai, sea of blood.
Bring the meridians and restrain all the meridians that run vertically.
Although it was a bit embarrassing, she felt that opening these four meridians was the most rewarding.
While it was still dark, I put the power bank away.
Yang Zhao asked the young man in the store for a pair of scissors, went back to the house, closed the door, and cut a small hole in the lower left corner of the schoolbag.
I tried it with my mobile phone, and the camera of the mobile phone can be exposed through the small hole. Stuff clothes, power bank and books into the schoolbag, just enough to fix the phone in the small hole.
Afterwards, she walked around the nearby streets with her bag on her back and her phone camera on. I went back to the store and checked the recorded video. It was very clear and the schoolbag did not block the camera.
He casually sent the newly shot video to Yang Yun.
Looking at the sky, Yang Zhao counted the money in his hand, took out ten copper coins, and ordered a bowl of clear soup, mutton and wheat noodles, and added an egg.
After eating and drinking, she lay in bed early to recuperate for tomorrow.
Early the next morning, Yang Zhao paid for his rent for two days, then got up and went to the Kaimai shop.
Seeing her arrival, the little fish girl was obviously very happy. She hurriedly brought her tea and cakes, and then went to the backyard to invite her grandfather over.
The old man followed his granddaughter over with a smile.
"Did the guest agree to let my granddaughter take your pulse?"
Yang Zhao nodded.
"Hahaha, guest, don't worry, as long as your pulse diagram is okay and the senior gods are okay, I will guarantee that your pulse opening will be successful!"
"Xiaoyu, take the guests to register and prepare."
"Okay" the little girl happily led Yang Zhao to a big room in the backyard.
There was no decoration in the room. It was divided into two rooms, the inner and outer rooms, with curtains. There was a large table in the outer room, with the Four Treasures of the Study on it and a stack of books.
Xiaoyu led her to the table, opened a book, picked up a pen and raised his head and asked: "Who is your surname? Where is your ancestral home? How old are you? How many pulses do you need to open?"
Yang Zhao frowned and made two more gestures.
"Don't worry too much. In Cangcheng, everyone who opens a pulse must report it to the officials."
Understand, the nature of this lock-picking conference is that it must be reported to the local police station.
"Now that you don't speak our language, you can speak your own language about your name, place of origin, etc. What's your name?"
"Yang Zhao."
"The pronunciation is weird, where is your ancestral home?"
"Chixian Shenzhou."
"Where is this?" After thinking to no avail, the little fish girl continued to ask.
"How old are you?"
Yang Zhao made a two-two comparison.
"22 years old?"
She nodded.
"How many pulses should be opened?"
Yang Zhao stretched out four fingers.
"Okay, the recording is over. Now let me show you the inner room." Miss Xiaoyu put down her pen and paper and led her to open the curtain and enter the inner room.
This inner room is much larger than the outer room. There is a long and narrow table placed against the wall. On it are various silver needle bags and a small incense burner. On the ground are large rings surrounded by small rings inlaid with formations. Yang Zhao Looking up, I saw that there was indeed a formation on the roof.
Miss Xiaoyu saw that she was more interested in these magic circles, so she simply introduced them to her one by one.
"This largest silver formation is actually a floating formation. When the time comes, you have to stand on the formation. It will float you in mid-air, making it easier for me to acupuncture you."
"The two green ones next to it are the Qingshen magic circle, which allows me to use it without any distractions and avoid unnecessary trouble."
"Did you see the light red formation on the roof? That one is actually the most precious. It is a soul-suppressing formation that prevents your soul from being hurt by any foreign objects and taking away your body when you are opening your pulse."
Yang Zhao stared at these magic circles curiously, regretting not turning on the video recording function on his phone.
In order to avoid embarrassment and fear of being noticed while recording on her phone, she turned off her phone when she came out.
At this moment, Xiaoyu's grandfather lifted the curtain and walked in.
"Are you all ready?"
"I don't have grandpa's formation chart. Why hasn't she given it to me yet?"
The two of them turned to look at Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao waved his hand, walked to the outer room, dipped his finger in a little ink, and put a dot on the Chengjian point.
The old man understood immediately.
"You wrote down all the acupuncture points on the pulse map, right?"
She nodded.
"Then I want to test whether your acupuncture point is accurate?"
After saying that, he reached out and pressed Yang Zhao's Chengjing point, his eyes lit up.
"Guest, please tap one more acupuncture point."
Yang Zhao tapped a hole with the ink on his fingertips again.
The old man stretched out his hand to feel it again and looked at Yang Zhao with admiration.
"My guest, you have been studying for several years, right? This acupuncture point is very accurate!"
"Okay, after the guest finishes tapping the acupuncture points, Xiaoyu, you can start. This is your first time to open the pulse independently, so be careful in everything." After a few uneasy instructions, the old man went to the outer room.
Seeing the old man go out, the little fish girl turned around, brought in the ink, and covered the curtain tightly again.
Seeing Yang Zhao standing there awkwardly, Xiaoyu smiled and comforted her.
"It's okay, you and I are both women, there's nothing to be shy about."
After saying that, she went to the incense burner and lit an incense stick.
Yang Zhao could only endure his shyness, took off his clothes, and touched 12 acupuncture points with ink.
After tapping the acupoints, Xiaoyu must be told in detail where the acupoints start and where the acupoints stop.
Xiaoyu memorized it carefully, repeated it twice, and even reached out to touch it.
These pulse openers should have some special method to sense the location of acupuncture points.
Then Xiaoyu led Yang Zhao to stand on the silver formation. She kicked something and Yang Zhao floated up.
"Now close your eyes and visualize the idol!"
Yang Zhao closed his eyes and began to visualize the statue.
After a while, Xiaoyu asked: "Can we start?"
Yang Zhao nodded.
"You have to be careful later. This matter is about your life. You must stabilize the statue."
Listening to Miss Xiaoyu's constant instructions, Yang Zhao felt a little unsure. She was also like this. When she was not sure about something, she would talk too much.
Yang Zhao didn't have time to think about it, she felt the first silver needle piercing her body, and a coolness flowed into her body along the silver needle, and then the second and third needles, all with a coolness.
By the fourth injection, it turned into a warm current.
But it was only the fourth injection, and after a few injections, she didn't know what it felt like.
It felt like her soul was flying into the sky, but it didn't stop flying into space again.
The planet beneath your feet slowly becomes smaller, and the surrounding darkness slowly increases.
Boundless darkness enveloped the entire universe, and the planets in the distance looked huge and small.
Absolute silence, absolute darkness, and the boundless space made her look extremely small.
Then what's the point of my being born? What's the point of my life?
I will die sooner or later, and there will be nothingness after death. So what are I doing with all these efforts during my lifetime?
No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, who am I compared to this universe?
Even if I am practicing, will I not die?
When Yang Zhao was in trouble, Miss Xiaoyu's progress was indeed very smooth.
After placing the last stitch, she took out a green leaf from her arms and threw it into the air.
I saw the leaves flying swayingly to the top of Yang Zhao's head, and then stretched out twelve green filaments, and the ends were wrapped around the silver needles on Yang Zhao's body. A green light flowed along the filaments. After reaching the silver needle, the four meridians on Yang Zhao's body were dyed green.
Seeing that the last step was correct, the little fish girl happily encouraged herself in a low voice.
"Xiaoyu, you are great. You are indeed the best of this generation of the Guan family."
After walking around Yang Zhao twice, she carefully appreciated the fruits of her labor. The more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became.
As for opening the pulse, even if her own part of the work is completed, whether Yang Zhao can wake up next depends on what kind of character she is visualizing.
Then he found a corner to sit down and wait.
Yang Zhao, who was floating in the air, felt like she was going crazy. She wanted to cry or make trouble. She hit her body violently with her hands, trying to divert her attention, but everything was in vain.
Huge fear enveloped her, and she felt like she couldn't hold on any longer.
"Hey, take a stick from my old grandson!!!"
