According to Mr. Deng's instructions, what Chen Shaoping needed to prepare was a handful of soil from the place where he was born, and to find a woman with whom he was close and whose zodiac sign was tiger. This woman did not need to do anything special, but she needed to do something special at a critical moment. time appears.
The seven-day treatment is a closed treatment with no contact with the outside world. What you eat, drink, and do is completely arranged by Mr. Deng.
The fee of 16,000 that Mr. Deng asked for was used for this purpose.
Nowadays, Chen Shaoping is an idle employee, and the Ethnic and Religious Affairs Bureau takes it as a holiday every day, so there is no problem for Chen Shaoping to take seven days off at once.
It is not difficult to find a handful of soil in the place where I was born. When I was born in my hometown in the countryside, there was dirt everywhere.
The only difficulty is finding a close relationship with a woman whose zodiac sign is Tiger.
Chen Shaoping is still thinking about how to find such a woman. After all, there are many women who belong to the tiger zodiac... There are also a few women who are close to Chen Shaoping, but it is not so easy to find those who meet these two conditions at the same time.
"This woman has already had close contact, you might as well think about it carefully!" Mr. Deng looked at the divination and said with a smile.
"Is it related to me?" Chen Shaoping immediately thought of Qiu Shuqin, Zhong Shanmei, Zhong Xiaomei, Zhang Yanqiu, Guan Qingmei... He told Mr. Deng the ages of these people, and Mr. Deng immediately said it was Zhong Shan. beautiful.
So Chen Shaoping called and asked, and it turned out that Zhong Shanmei was indeed a tiger.
Chen Shaoping once again admired Mr. Deng with great admiration.
Chen Shaoping explained the situation clearly to Zhong Shanmei, and Zhong Shanmei agreed without hesitation.
Subsequently, Mr. Deng began to treat Chen Shaoping. Chen Shaoping took leave and lived directly in Mr. Deng's home.
Mr. Deng has a special stove that looks very weird.
"This is the alchemy furnace!" Mr. Deng explained to Chen Shaoping. Chen Shaoping's eyes widened when he heard it. "Alchemy furnace? Are there really people who cultivate immortality in this world?"
Mr. Deng looked a little unhappy when he heard this, because when Chen Shaoping said this, there was a bit of ridicule in it.
"Alchemy is the oldest and most profound technique in our Taoist school. Nowadays it is misunderstood by the world, as if it is a heretical way. In fact, the core of elixir is medicine, which is a type of traditional Chinese medicine. The elixir we refine is Pills are Chinese herbal medicines, but they are not elixirs. It is completely nonsense to say that someone can revive the dead and become an immortal all of a sudden! Taoist alchemy can also be said to be medicine! Our refined elixirs are not only used to treat diseases. It can also be used as a daily diet. Among them, the Taoist method of fasting must be supplemented by alchemy! Bigu does not mean not eating or drinking, but not eating whole grains and taking elixirs!"
Mr. Deng let out a long sigh: "People nowadays laugh at it when they hear about alchemy, but they don't know that it contains the great wisdom of our ancestors!"
Chen Shaoping nodded with deep understanding. He now regarded Mr. Deng as a god. Even if Mr. Deng said that taking the elixir could really lead to immortality, Chen Shaoping still believed it.
In the next seven days, Chen Shaoping stayed at Mr. Deng's home and began to treat his illness according to Mr. Deng's instructions.
Mr. Deng has a room with sealed windows and good soundproofing. When you walk in, there is only an oil lamp, a bed, a chair, and a bedpan in the corner.
"You have to spend the next seven days inside. You cannot go out or contact the outside world. I will deliver the pills you need to you on time and on time!"
Mr. Deng ordered, Chen Shaoping nodded and walked in.
The only light inside was the oil lamp, and nothing else could be seen.
Chen Shaoping was sitting on an old-fashioned wooden chair, thinking carefully about many things.
I don't know how much time passed. Chen Shaoping fell asleep and lay on the bed next to him. Sometimes he woke up hungry and saw that Mr. Deng didn't come, so he continued to lie down.
When he was so hungry that he opened a small opening in the wooden door and handed in a glass of water and three black, finger-sized pills.
"Break the pill into pieces and eat it. It's a bit bitter, but the aftertaste is good!" Mr. Deng said outside.
Chen Shaoping did as he was told. He broke open the pills or elixirs and put them into his mouth bit by bit. In fact, it was not unpleasant to eat.
After taking the pills and drinking the water, my body was still very hungry, but it was no longer the unbearable hunger.
Chen Shaoping sat on the chair and began to think about everything that had happened in the past three years. The more he thought about it, the more sleepy he became. He fell asleep again, and then woke up from hunger.
Mr. Deng did not come, which meant that it was not time to take medicine. Chen Shaoping lay still on the bed, his head still unable to calm down.
At a specific time, Mr. Deng would deliver medicine and water. Chen Shaoping had no concept of time at all.
I don't know how long it took, but Chen Shaoping's thoughts calmed down, and he had thought about almost everything he could think of.
He sat there, not thinking about anything, not wanting to sleep. He still felt hungry, but he could bear it.
Mr. Deng still came on time to deliver water and pills. The colors of the pills were also different, including jet black, vermilion, and auburn...
Chen Shaoping rarely went to the toilet. When he did go, he would only relieve himself and had no intention of defecating.
I don't know how long it took, but Chen Shaoping felt very weak, tired but not sleepy. He had no intention of sleeping, and he wasn't very hungry.
Still not knowing the time, Chen Shaoping began to feel very tortured. He remembered that Mr. Deng had come to deliver elixirs five times, and he didn’t know how many times a day he delivered them. If he delivered them twice a day, then more than two days had passed!
Sometimes, some of the elixirs Chen Shaoping took would give Chen Shaoping a stomachache, but he didn't want to go to the toilet, but instead farted in various ways.
Taking some medicines made Chen Shaoping sweat constantly and make him feel hot.
Time was getting harder and harder, and Chen Shaoping felt as if Mr. Deng had forgotten that he was still here.
It seems like a day has passed, but Mr. Deng still hasn’t come to deliver water or medicine.
Chen Shaoping began to count with his eyes closed. As he was counting, he forgot to count. He forgot everything. He did not fall asleep, but it was as if he was asleep, and his thoughts were blank.
Chen Shaoping initially doubted whether he would die inside like this, but later he didn't even bother to think about death.
"Mr. Deng, how many days have I been in there?"
When Mr. Deng came to deliver medicine again, Chen Shaoping couldn't help but ask.
"I will open the door when the time is up, don't worry!" Mr. Deng left a word and left.
Chen Shaoping began to wonder: Can this method really cure diseases?
Chen Shaoping even wanted to break open the door and escape, but at this moment he was very weak and powerless...
At the end, Chen Shaoping stopped moving while sitting on the wooden chair. He didn't want to lie down or stand up again...
