Mr. Ouyang walked into the bedroom, saw Agen sleeping on his back on the bed, frowned, turned around and asked Agen's father, why is the situation different from what you said? Isn't that a good night's sleep? Agen's father was also strange, saying yes, how did he sleep, he came here two days ago, and he didn't close his eyes for a while, which was scary.

Saying that, he asked his wife, what's going on?

Agen's mother said that as soon as Lu Zuo and them came, Agen fell asleep, this child was too tired to resist, you see how well he sleeps now.

Mr. Ouyang glanced at me, did not speak, but sat on the chair at the head of the bed, pulled Ah Gen's left hand out of the quilt, laid it flat, and then took out a consultation cushion from the bag he carried, gray and white, and put it under Ah Gen's hand. He closed his eyes, and put his hand on Agen's hand with the method of connecting the pulse with three fingers.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao and I glanced at each other, this person said that he was a fortune teller, but when he got started, he used the technique of "looking, hearing, asking, and cutting" Chinese medicine, and his technique looked like it, but it was somewhat interesting. He cut his pulse for a minute, and then rubbed his hands alternately to warm it, placed it on the back of Agen's neck, gently pinched it, carefully touched the bones, and the movements were gentle and natural, reminding me of the beauties performing kung fu tea in the high-end tea garden.

Same elegance, different touch.

With this done, he put the mat back in his bag, took out another towel from it, and carefully wiped his hands clean. He stood up, and Agen's father immediately greeted him and said, Mr. Ouyang, how is my son? Ouyang said between his fingers that Guizi's pulse was sluggish, weak, and astringent, and his yang qi was weak, and he was unable to help his heart and blood, and it seemed that he was frightened and suffered from yin things. Agen's father was anxious and said what should be done?

Ouyang shook his head between his fingers and said that he was not in a hurry first. He pointed to me and the miscellaneous hairy path, and said that he wanted to talk to these two little friends, you go out first, and I will tell you to come in again later. Agen's father was stunned for a moment and didn't react, but he still seemed to respect Ouyang Finger, and he was obedient, nodded, and drove the two women in the room out of the door with Lao Wan, and closed the door.

After clearing the scene, Ouyang officially greeted us between his fingers, saying that he thought that the two were tricks wandering the streets just now, but he didn't think about it, but you are really capable people. This little Taoist, are you really Tao Jinhong Tao Zhenren's tall feet?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao is just an outcast who has been removed from the wall, but his psychological quality is excellent, his face is not red, his ears are not red, and he is also poor, I entered the master's door wall at the age of five, and practiced in the valley behind the Maoshan Mountain in Jurong. Old Mr. Ouyang nodded, and said Chen Zhicheng, this person, does the Taoist know him?

Miscellaneous hairy Xiaodao smiled, opened his eyes, glanced at the old man, and then said in a low voice, I recognize, he is the senior brother of the poor road.

Mr. Ouyang clapped his hands and laughed, and said Sure enough, there are a lot of people who recognize the "Black Hand Twin Cities", and they know that Chen Zhicheng is a big disciple of Tao Zhenren's outer sect, which is really rare. Xiaodao Chang is really Tao Zhenren's high feet, alas, almost missed, almost missed!

He invited us to sit on the edge of the bed, and then introduced himself, saying that he had some things in his early family tradition, speaking of which, it can be regarded as the medical word door of the five arts, but the family tradition is relatively shallow, and can not get the essence, so he can only be a barefoot langzhong, and later the most outstanding representative of modern Qiyi, Mr. Zhang Yansheng, vice president of the Chinese Zhouyi Research GHK Association, opened the "Yijing correspondence class" in 1988, he is one of them, has been studying with the teacher for three years, and finally touched the edge of the threshold of the Xiangmen, and stepped into the door. After that, he returned to the imperial capital to serve Ouchi, and he returned to his hometown.

After saying this, he asked again, saying that it was three years ago to meet the senior brother of the miscellaneous hairy path, I don't know how he is doing recently?

The miscellaneous trail said that it was okay, but it was busy, and I didn't know what Lu Dao was busy with, and he was running around all day. Mr. Ouyang stroked the beard on his chin and smiled, saying that everyone else said that the people of the State Bureau of Religious Affairs were very idle, and no one thought that there were such people as them, running around outside all day long. But it's also evil, I don't know how Lu Dao is, in recent years, especially in the past two years, all kinds of strange things have emerged, more than in the past four or five years, and I don't know what the reason for Lu Dao is. What do you think about this?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao laughed, a little timid, shook his head, and didn't dare to talk, for fear of missing out.

Old Mr. Ouyang pointed to Ah Gen, who was sleeping on the bed, and said that he had just checked his pulse and touched his bones, this young man's sleep seemed to be artificial, it was really strange, could it be that the Taoist chief did it? Miscellaneous Xiaodao laughed and said no, he was not involved in this matter, this guy did it. He pointed at me and smiled, and the beard between Ouyang's fingers curled up, saying that this technique is unheard of, what kind of means is it?

I said that the kid is not talented, he is from the Miao Xinjiang area, the Miao family is thirty-six mountains, and there is my family.

Old Mr. Ouyang suddenly realized, and said, Oh, it turned out to be a Miao family Gu master, like, indeed like. Now there are fewer and fewer people who understand this thing, and I use it to save people, I have lived for so long, but this is the first time I have heard it, not bad, not bad. I hurriedly politely greeted him and asked Ah Gen like this, does Mr. Ouyang have an idea? He shook his head when he heard this, saying that this young man's soul was frightened and he needed to shout. shouted back and couldn't reply, this is really unclear.

His judgment was exactly the same as ours, and we all nodded.

Now is not the time to make friends, Mr. Ouyang opened the door, let a few people in, and took out candles, sandalwood, dark paper, a strange pair of black scissors and a handful of rice grains in a red bag from the cloth bag, I paid attention to it, it was glutinous rice. This old man looks old, but his skills are very neat, around the bed, under the edge of the bed and at the door, each light a pillar of incense, because there is no place to insert it, Agen's sister took out a large white radish from the refrigerator, cut it in sections, and put it in the position pointed out by Mr. Ouyang, not an inch can be offset.

This is the direction he calculated.

The incense burned, and Lao Wan also helped him, Mr. Ouyang put Ah Gen's changed clothes, put them on the burning candle flame and swing it back and forth, and then asked Ah Gen's mother to take the big and heavy black scissors, and kept slapping the ground, popping, making a straight sound, and after the clothes were smoked, he handed it to Ah Gen's father, and then grabbed a handful of glutinous rice taken out of the red bag in his hand, and scattered the broken rice grains around the bed, while sprinkling, he shouted: "Oriental rice grain, Western rice grain, southern rice grain, northern rice grain, four big five-square rice grain." On the second day of the sixth month of the Year of the Rat, Chen Donggen's soul returned! Please go to the Nine Heavens Xuannu, pick up Langjun, and return to Chen Donggen's belly! ”

After he finished reading a sentence, he asked Agen's father to read it himself, and Agen's father stammered in the reading, but it was okay anyway.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao whispered on the side, saying that this is a method of summoning spirits in the south, which was first seen in the Wudou Rice Sect in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Open the way with rice grains and let the soul return to the body. The spirit world and the real world world are not in the same dimension, if this life soul is in the spirit world, there is no need to care about the distance, directly find it and return to the body. And if the soul is stuck, detained, or trapped somewhere, it doesn't work.

But I don't know if it works or not, so I watched with Miscellaneous Trail and tried it.

Mr. Ouyang's shouting was very distinctive. He speaks in the southern language, that is, the vernacular, and it sounds like a song, but it has no tone, and when it is melancholy, it sounds better than a song. While singing, he is still throwing rice grains everywhere, the technique is very special, it seems to contain some indescribable trajectories, which makes people feel shocked in their hearts at a glance.

I closed my eyes and felt the changes in the field of "Qi" with my heart and the pores of my whole body. In this colorless, tasteless and formless dark space, I can feel a rotating air current, with Mr. Ouyang as the center, with Agen's parents and Agen's body as the medium, to some indescribable places, some information is transmitted, the meaning of these messages is very little, I can only comprehend two words.

Return! Return! Return!

The Soul Returns......

This old gentleman is really a powerful and virtuous person.

I suddenly had the feeling of a frog at the bottom of the well, and I had mistaken this wise old man for a liar who wandered the rivers and lakes. The master is in the big house, but also in the people, there must be a lot of liars in this world, but there are also some people with real materials. Otherwise, without a single miracle, this huge group would have collapsed with a bang, and there would be no credibility at all.

Of course, from another point of view, this kind of person is too rare to meet, and they are generally hidden in the world, not in the world (someone once asked me if it works to tell fortunes on Taobao?). I don't answer, I will lose if I say too much, here is a point, people with Tao go to Taobao? How likely is this, do you think it is for yourself? Everything is judged by one's own will, but if you want peace of mind, you can also).

But obviously, Mr. Ouyang is such a person.

It's a pity that after the paper was burned, the incense pillar burned halfway, but there was no reaction at all. Mr. Ouyang also sensed that something was wrong, stopped chanting, stopped Agen's mother, who was hitting the floor with scissors, and waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. He took a deep breath, then exhaled the turbid air, paused, and said that Agen, the child's life, can't be called back, not "there".

Mr. Ouyang turned his attention to me and Zamao Xiaodao, saying that Maoshan is tall and famous, known for drawing talismans and chanting spells, exorcising ghosts and subduing demons, this thing seems to be your business scope? He said it funny, and the miscellaneous Xiaodao also smiled, saying that indeed, this is indeed our business project, so Lu Zuo pulled me over.

The three of us got together and talked about it. Mr. Ouyang also recognized our verdict, and said yes, we should go and explore the square.