"Well, I don't know when I will be able to eat enough of those 100 living dishes?" Mr. Zeng put his hands behind his head and looked out the window attentively.

I couldn't help but ask, "Why do you have to eat this kind of food?" Give up, it's just a meal, your family is not poor, you can afford to eat all kinds of delicacies and delicacies, there is no need to be obsessed with living food, right?"

Mr. Zeng said: "How can you do that? In life, you have to pursue a higher level." Our family is a descendant of Zengzi, how can we live this life in a mess like ordinary people? It will make people laugh!"

I really can't cry or laugh, if Zeng Zi is still alive and knows that there are descendants like Mr. Zeng, I will probably die of anger again. Looking out the window, I asked, "How long have you not been out of the house?" Mr. Zeng said that for almost half a year, although it was painful before, he could still walk, but since he suffered from strange hemorrhoids, he couldn't even get out of bed, let alone walk.

I said politely, if you don't change it, you won't be afraid of spending the rest of your life in bed? Mr. Zeng didn't say anything, but his face was ugly. No patient likes to hear that, but I can't help it. Suddenly, Mr. Zeng screamed "oops", I hurriedly asked what was wrong, he waved his hand and said it was okay, and as soon as he finished speaking, he screamed again, as if it was very painful. I hurriedly called Zeng's mother, she trotted over to check, only to see Mr. Zeng calling in a stack, holding his head with both hands, the cry can no longer be described as loud, but miserable, so that my ear drum is buzzing, and it is estimated that the whole building can hear it.

"Do you want to call an ambulance?" I asked. Great-mother's mother didn't even say no, saying that it was her son's old problem, and she couldn't find it out when she went to the hospital, and it would be fine after a while. In this way, Mr. Zeng held his head, buried his upper body in the quilt, pouted his ass and yelled, dodging left and right, as if an invisible man was hitting his head with something.

Seeing this, I seemed to see that it was not Mr. Zeng lying on the bed, but the monkey whose head had been smashed by the chef with a small hammer. Thinking about it, I don't believe that Mr. Zeng has never been associated with the way those dishes are eaten, which is already obvious.

After about five or six minutes, Mr. Zeng gradually became honest, and his mouth kept screaming in pain. At this time, Mrs. Zeng came back, and when she heard the shouting in the house, she hurriedly ran to see it, and said to me, "I have done this once in about half a month." "I asked about other symptoms, Mrs. Zeng recalled, said that the back of the neck pain was almost every day, the chest tightness when I slept was once a few days, the body felt hot and blistering, it would take two months to attack, the anal bleeding was about once in thirty or forty days, and there was a stomachache, as if there was a knife stirring in it, once every three months, very punctual.

It's strange that the onset of these conditions has its own cycle. I carefully wrote it down in my journal and went back to my bedroom to get ready for rest. Lying on the bed, looking at the symptoms recorded, I suddenly felt that there seemed to be some connection with the strange dishes that Mr. Zeng was eating.

For example, when Mr. Zeng's hemorrhoids bled out just now, I could think of the big goose whose intestines had been pulled out alive with a small mace; it was blistering hotly, like watering a live donkey with boiling water; and someone smashed his head with something, isn't it just a chef sawing monkey skull, but how to explain the pain in the cervical spine and chest tightness while sleeping, it's hard to say, it seems to be just a coincidence.

At noon the next day, Mrs. Zeng drove from Guangzhou Baiyun Airport to Kaohsiung and Azanbudan back to Zhongshan. The two sides made introductions, this time Azambudan was wearing a white shirt and pants, with the two strings of beads, and also on his wrists, looking like a middle-aged businessman who believed in Buddhism. Kaohsiung asked Azanbudan to observe Mr. Zeng to see if he could initially see the problem. Azanbudan looked at Mr. Zeng back and forth, and said, "There are many black gases, and there are all kinds of them. ”

Fortunately, I can understand the Thai he speaks, but I can't understand the next conversation between Kaohsiung and him. Later, translated by Kaohsiung, Azan Budan said that there was a black mist all over Mr. Zeng's body, some large and some small, from the top of his head to his chest, from the back of his neck to the back of his waist. Mrs. Zeng hurriedly asked, "My husband has been hurting the back of his neck every day for more than a year, is it related?"

Kaohsiung said: "It's still uncertain, we have to let Master Azanbudan check it, find out the reason, and then see what way to cast a spell to exorcise evil spirits." ”

Azan Budan let Mr. Zeng lie flat on the bed, he stretched out his palm, pressed Mr. Zeng's forehead, I heard Kaohsiung say, why so many Azan masters use this action when casting spells, is because the soul of the whole body is in this position, Chinese medicine calls this part called Lingtai acupoint, that is, the door of the brain. The three souls and seven spirits of man live here. The mage has to use magic to sense where something is wrong with the human soul, and all the evil people, those evil spirits and yin spirits are also temporarily attached to this place.

Mr. Zeng closed his eyes as he was told, tried to relax his whole body, and breathed steadily. Azanbudan chanted the mantra in a low voice, and suddenly Mr. Zeng's body bounced up from the bed and shouted, "Oh, who, who?"

"What's wrong?" asked Mrs. Zeng hurriedly.

Mr. Zeng seemed to be in pain, and quickly played with various parts of his body with his hands: "Why do you pour hot water on me?" and then shouted again, covering his chest with his hands. He yelled, "Don't pour it, it's too hot!" and dragged the thin quilt over his body, but he still kept screaming. Mr. Zeng kicked off the quilt, rolled over and got out of bed and tried to crawl away, but he screamed again and touched the back of his hand with his backhand in pain. Azanbudan motioned for me and Kaohsiung to do something, and we quickly carried Mr. Zeng to the bed, and then firmly pressed his shoulders and thighs to prevent him from moving.

Azanbudan pressed his hand on the top of Mr. Zeng's head, he still wanted to struggle, if it wasn't for the long-term bedridden and weak body, Kaohsiung and I might not be able to hold it down. At this time, I suddenly saw that Mr. Zeng's chest was red, and there was a blister, some of which had burst and flowed out swollen water, which was probably caused by me and Kaohsiung when we hugged him just now.

Within a few minutes, Mr. Zeng's whole body was blistered, and his mother and wife were very scared: "What's the matter, why is this happening? I didn't have this symptom before!" Kaohsiung told them not to panic, Mr. Zeng groaned in pain, and when I saw the painful red skin and blisters on his body, my hands trembled a little, so I asked Kaohsiung if he wanted to send him to the hospital for treatment first, so as not to get infected.

Kaohsiung and Azanbudan said a few words, nodded to me, I hurriedly asked Mrs. Zeng to go downstairs to prepare to drive, Kaohsiung and I wrapped Mr. Zeng's body in a thin quilt and carried it out of the house. Fortunately, there was an elevator, and when he got out of the unit, he was stuffed into the car, and Mrs. Zeng drove to the hospital. In the burn department, the doctors and nurses were nervously treating Mr. Zeng's wounds, and the nurses asked us how we got it, whether it had fallen into a pot of boiling water, how it could be scalded like this, all over the body and on the back and back.