When I heard this, I was full of anticipation and at the same time, I also had a little doubt.

What kind of state is this Danba?

Is it fake death in medicine? Or is it metaphysical, bardo body?

Bardo body is a Tibetan Buddhist term for the deceased, which means that the so-called consciousness in the mind of the deceased needs to go through when they are separated from the main body after the death has lost their breath.

The faster this bardo process, the greater the merit the deceased has received during his lifetime, the better.

The slower the process and the more impermeable the death, it is considered bad luck and that the deceased did not do anything good during his lifetime.

Of course, I don't know much about the old man Danba.

But is he in a bardo state, or is it something else......

I instinctively feel that this cooperation will open a bigger window for my medical skills!

Without any hesitation, I agreed to the little witch's request, and then asked the village chief of Gesang to tell the witch that I would do my best to cooperate with her to cure this, and I don't know if it was the old man Danba who was sick or something.

The little witch listened, smiled slightly, and nodded to me.

At this time, I looked at the stunned little demon moth beside me.

I said, "Reiko, I'm going to be cured, why don't you go home and sleep first?" ”

Ren Ling: "I really want to watch." ”

I said: "No, God knows what our witch will do, in case a prehistoric monster is summoned, it will be amazing." ”

Ren Ling pouted: "Hmph!" Alright, brother...... Can't I go back to sleep? I'm not a child, I'm a prehistoric monster, and I know how to scare people. ”

At this time, I asked the village chief of Gesang to ask someone to take Ren Ling back to the house where she lived.

Gesang said that there was no problem, got up and called three Tibetan women outside the door, pulled Ren Ling, and walked out of the door.

After sending Ren Ling away, the little witch motioned for me to go with her to the door and talk to the Tibetans.

I got up, and the witch stood side by side with me in the doorway, and she began to speak in a subdued tone.

About six or seven minutes.

Judging by the attitude of the villagers, it seems that they agreed to let us do it.

As for what I'm talking about, I don't know.

At this time, the people of the Danba family need to make some preparations, and invite the lama to leave the temple, after all, this person can't die, so they don't need to recite the sutras of transcendence, they have to give people a good life and ask them to leave.

While waiting, I asked the village chief of Gesang what the witch had just said.

Gesang smiled, he said: "The wizard said that the problem of the old man of Danba is not an evil worship, nor does it have anything to do with Danba's merits, this is his disease, when he first met Danba, this disease was not in the best time to be treated, and now, when the time comes, she will join forces with me, a little miracle doctor from the mainland, to drive away the pain of the old man Danba and restore him to health." ”

I said, "So they believe it all?" ”

Gesang smiled and said, "Actually, the young people in the village now believe in modern medical skills very much. Ancient wizarding powers, they have become less and less convinced. Only middle-aged people, and some old people, still worship wizards, this, you cooperate with wizards, it can be regarded as letting the young people and old people in the village have a heart. ”

I listened to this explanation, and said in my heart that the little witch was really smart.

Although I may not be able to help a limited amount, with my presence as a serious doctor, I can dispel many of the villagers' concerns and allow her to carry out the measures with peace of mind.

Only, what is the little witch's means? What is the core of this theory?

I'm really looking forward to that.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the family was ready and sent someone to invite me and the little witch to another room.

I carried a large bag, and the little witch carried a bag with her, and followed a middle-aged woman, through a cloister covered with paintings, and we came to a very large prayer hall.

The prayer hall is lit with butter lamps.

Right in the middle of these lights, there stood a ......

I rubbed it, isn't this a skeleton? Is this really human?

The floor was covered with a thick layer of felt.

On the felt lay an old Tibetan man almost like a skeleton.

He was covered in naked, lying on the felt, unable to tell whether he was dead or alive.

My heart fluttered slightly.

Even if it is a refugee who starved to death in Africa, it is not so miserable.

How did you get this old man?

The middle-aged woman thinks that she trusts the little witch very much, and she should be a fanatical fan of the little witch.

At that moment, seeing that we sat down cross-legged, the middle-aged woman knelt directly in front of the little witch, kowtowed, then closed her eyes again, muttered a few words, and finally, she dodged away.

The witch sat down cross-legged and closed her eyes, as if communicating with something.

I didn't understand, crossed my legs, and watched her move next.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the witch opened her eyes and stretched out her hand to geek, meaning to let me come first.

Shall I come first?

What should I do?

For a while, I was stunned for three or four seconds, and then I remembered that I was a doctor, a doctor, a doctor, a patient, an examination.

I carefully lowered my head and examined the old man Danba.

Tsk, what is called skin and bones, it is a layer of skin, there is no meat, and it is directly wrapped around the bones.

That's right, the old man's current appearance is standard skinny and bone-ty.

To use a slightly exaggerated analogy, he's just a skeleton with skin.

I tried to get a lower vein.

This pulse is too difficult to find, press deeply, quickly press into the crack of the bone, and then use the effort to listen, only reluctantly, feel a pulse that is not there.

It's slow, it's slow.

Try breathing again.

In the same way, with the effort of listening, I put it in my nostrils, and I can barely feel a trace of residual breath remaining.

Do another physical examination.

After asking the little witch's permission, I pulled the old man Danba's body a little bit, and reached out to try the two kidneys on his back.

This time, I actually touched the kidneys directly.

Sad!

It's like this, massage, what kind of stimulation, it is probably useless.

To stimulate the innate nature, there is a premise, you must have a strong acquired foundation to activate the innate nature.

If nothing else, at least you have to have a few taels of meat on your body. Otherwise, even if Fan Daxian came in person, he would definitely not be able to provoke the innate appearance of the old man of Danba.

The little witch meant to show me what the old man's illness was.

I cut my pulse carefully, opened the old man's eyes and looked at it, and then looked at me by the light of the butter lamp.

To tell the truth, what I broke off was a disease, a dying disease.

In other words, this man, when he reaches his age, will die.

I thought about it for a moment, and I gestured and said, "At the end of the day, I'm going to die." "At last, lest the little witch not understand, I took another butter lamp, shook it in the air, and then pounced, blowing it out in one go.

The little witch laughed, and she shook her head.

I don't know, she means I said it wrong, or I didn't understand.

Next, the witch pointed to the old man's hands and feet, meaning to give me a massage.

This I will.

Rigid, soft, and penetrating, it's all right.

So, I moved to the feet of the old man Danba, held the skull-like feet, and began to slowly soothe and knead them with soft energy.

The little witch straightened her countenance, and then she sat down, closed her eyes, and began to mutter.

She was supposed to be reciting scriptures or something.

But the sound came out through the concussion of the abdominal cavity, and it sounded not very clear, but it was extremely dull, and there was a very heavy force, as if it hit the heart. It's exciting.

I rubbed it and watched it carefully.

At this time, I found that the little witch was chanting faster and faster. It sounded like singing, and all the pronunciations reverberated through the air in a rhythm similar to a drumbeat.

Uh, this, hip-hop?

I was stunned.

Then I found out that this was not hip-hop music, because the butter lamp in the room was actually swaying and beating slightly to the rhythm of the little witch's chanting.

The air, disturbed by this sound wave, changed in a subtle way.

To be honest, I got goosebumps on my body. That big broken bamboo tube is still on my back. Don't summon any evil gods out there.

The truth is that nothing has changed in the house, except for a slight change in the lights.

The little witch muttered for a moment, then stopped.

Then, she took out a bundled leather bag from her back bag, opened the frenulum, and a row of needles nearly fifteen centimeters long was revealed inside!

Her needles are very different from the needles we use in ordinary Chinese medicine.

This needle, a bit thicker, is a bit like our sewing needle, but not as thick.

But the needle body is long, and the material used to make the material is unknown, and it is very dark.

The witch took the needle, took a butter lamp beside her, shook the needle back and forth on the lamp, and then took a clean cloth and wiped it on it, and it was done.

Truth be told, this disinfection process.

Quite primitive!

After doing the disinfection of this soil method, the little witch pinched the tail of the needle and groped for a while on the head of the old man Danba, and then, as if she had found a place, held the needle, shook her wrist, swished, and went in.

I watched her movements, and I almost didn't scream.

The head is headed with a needle, usually stabbed obliquely, avoiding the skull and descending under the skin.

Very few, only my grandfather, and characters like Dao Ye, dare to use extremely thin needles, coupled with unique techniques, to break open the skull and stab the brain.

But this little witch, she actually took such a thick needle and dried it directly into her head.

But that's not what surprised me the most, what surprised me even more.

This big witch, she didn't stab acupuncture points!

By no means, I vouch for my personality that there are no acupuncture points in the meridians I have studied.

What is she going to do?

Murder or ......

As soon as my doubts arose, the witch plunged a second needle into it.

Next, there is the third, fourth, and fifth......

In the blink of an eye, she stabbed in, fourteen needles!

How hard the skull is, she can directly avoid the bone seam, and pierce the needle into the skull, and the needle is still continuous, just this hand strength, I can't reach it!

I've been pricked, do you think it's over?

Definitely!

The little witch suddenly reached out and pulled out a long strand of hair.

And then......

At this time, I saw that there were pinholes in the ends of those needles.

She put her long hair into the pinhole, connected the dozen needles together, and tied a dead knot at the end with a very soft technique.

Finally, she stretched out her finger.

I was stunned, she was actually pulling her hair......