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Chapter 472: Shennong's Clan (I)

Dr. Jiang's room is next to ours in a house, and there is no room for occupancy because the room next to it is leaking. Because Dr. Chiang was the last to arrive, no one lived with him, so he lived alone in a bedroom. We arrived at the door, it was already late at night, except for Yun Ning's room, the lights were still on, only here there was no lights out, Yun Ning was afraid of the dark, and often slept with the lights on, we all know this, but Dr. Jiang has not slept so late, it is really strange. When we walked to the door, Sister Wang Na was about to knock on the door, but I stopped her. I made a silent gesture and pointed to the window, and Sister Wang Na understood, so we tiptoed over.

The houses in Bayun Village are very quaint, and many of the windows are made of paper, just like what is often shown on TV, and you can make a hole with a poke with your fingers.

There are energy-saving lamps in the house, because they have not been back in the room for a long time, and the energy-saving lamps are not fully lit, so the room is a little dim. Instead of lying on the bed, Dr. Chiang knelt on the ground, with a lot of things in front of him, and some rice on his left hand side, spread out on a flat sheet of white paper. There is a small jar on the right-hand side, which looks like it should be water, but it could also be some other clear liquid. Directly in front of him was a large sheet of white paper, densely covered with words. There are names, and birthdays, I suddenly thought of the Weibo I read before dinner, the list of lost patients in the hospital, was it taken by Dr. Jiang? What did he do with the list?

At this time, Dr. Jiang took out a small knife, this knife is very small, it seems to be only as long as my little finger, half a centimeter wide and narrow, extremely thin, but the material should be silver. The workmanship is fine. Dr. Jiang took out a knife. A gash melted on the finger of his left hand, and blood gushed out, and he didn't seem to hesitate, but raised his bloody finger. Start drawing on the blank paper in front of you. He drew quickly. Very accurate. It was like drawing some magic circle, and after a while, there was an extra totem on the white paper in front of me, and Sister Wang Na dragged me.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a whisper.

"What is he doing? Why do you draw a turtle on paper? "Sister Wang Na, I asked.

"Look at the turtle he painted. The neck is long and the tail is also long, so it's not a turtle, it's a stump. I said.

"Money? What is it? Sister Wang Na asked.

"He is one of the nine sons of the dragon in ancient Han myths and legends, also known as Baxia. It resembles a turtle, is a good load, and carries the stone tablet for many years. On the one hand, it is a practical thing, which is used to make a stele base, which is commonly known as the turtle camel stele, and on the other hand, it has very important cultural significance. Its symbol is based on longevity and auspiciousness, and carries connotations of status, totem worship, witchcraft worship, etc. People can be seen everywhere in the ancestral halls of temples, and it is said that touching it will bring blessings. There are many sayings about the Gan Tuan, some say that he is a kind of totem, and the formation of the Gui Tuan is a composite derivative family emblem based on the turtle totem and supplemented by the dragon totem. is a symbol of the clan. It is also said that it is actually a variant of Xuanwu, a combination of a turtle and a snake. But whether it is a dragon or a snake, judging from the cultural relics unearthed underground so far, whether it is a jade dragon, a pottery dragon pattern, or a dragon with mussel shells and pebbles, the image is a snake body. However, from the traditional point of view, when the dragon has not ascended to heaven, its habits are the same as that of snakes, and it is also dormant in the soil. So, in ancient times, the serpent and the dragon were one, the serpent was the dragon, and the dragon was the serpent. and because there is, dragons, and scales are long; Lin, the length of a caterpillar; phoenix, the length of the feather insect; Turtle, the length of the insect. Such a statement. Therefore, in the Han folk, the combination of snake and turtle is often replaced by the combination of dragon and turtle. It has evolved from the original turtle shape to the dragon head turtle shape, which is also a widely circulated folk Xuanwu image. There is also a certain basis for this statement, because before the Tang and Song dynasties, the head of the stump was turtle-shaped, shaped Xuanwu, and gradually turned into a dragon later, so that the Ming and Qing dynasties were pure as the dragon's head, with a single horn, and the horn was born in the top of the head. I said.

"I also know that the nine sons of the dragon are different, but why did he draw this?" Sister Wang Na asked in a low voice.

"From ancient times to modern times, it has always had a very important cultural symbolic significance. It is a symbol of power and status, a symbol of longevity and auspiciousness, people worship the turtle, and have always worshiped the turtle as a symbol of longevity, but also a symbol of regional culture, as well as totem worship and fairy magic worship prevails, representing people's pursuit of fairy magic. The word "swag" itself has a variety of interpretations: strong and powerful; refers to the appearance of exerting force; dignified appearance, strong appearance; large and heavy-looking; Another name for loggerhead turtles. In the old days, the stone seat under the stele was carved along the edge to make a stumbling shape, that is, to take the meaning of its strength and ability to bear the weight; It is used to refer to stone tablets; Load; By extension, it means taking on heavy responsibilities. Myths and legends say that in ancient times, they often carried three mountains and five mountains, and made waves in the rivers, lakes and seas. Later, Dayu subdued it when he controlled the water, and it obeyed Dayu's command, pushed the mountain and dug ditches, dredged all over the river, and made a contribution to water control. The flood was subdued, and Dayu was worried that the swag would be wild everywhere, so he moved the extra-large stone tablet that stood up to the sky, which was engraved with the deeds of the swag to control the water, and called the stump to carry it, and the heavy stele pressed it so that it could not walk casually. From this point of view, I suspect that Dr. Jiang is also a descendant of someone like us, so he believes in such a totem and performs such a magic ritual. I said.

"It's just that he doesn't know if it's evil or good for such a strange ritual." Sister Wang Na said.

"Officially." I say.

"Shall we stop him, then?" Sister Wang Na said.

"I'm afraid it's too late, he's already drawn this totem three times, I'm afraid the spell has already taken effect." I said, sure enough, Dr. Jiang bowed to the list, and then finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground. I walked to the door and knocked on it. I heard a flurry in the room, apparently Dr. Jiang was packing up. "Doctor Jiang, open the door, it's me." I say.

The panicked voices in the room stopped, and there seemed to be a hint of hesitation inside, and then the door opened.

"Miss Kui, what's the matter?" Dr. Jiang said.

"Mingren doesn't say secret words, I just want to know what are you doing in the house, Dr. Jiang? What's going on with this totem? I asked, casually pointing to the bloody list on the ground that hadn't been cleaned up.

"I—" Dr. Jiang looked embarrassed, as if he was pondering something to say.

"Doctor Jiang, I am also one of your fellow practitioners, although I have not seen this kind of magic ritual of yours, but the principle is similar. Spell rituals, missed by a fraction of a second, wrong, you don't know if this ritual is auspicious or evil. I said.

"My healer, the healer is benevolent, and naturally there is no reason to use spells to deceive and harm people." Dr. Jiang said.

"But the healers also learn the principles of medicine, and they also believe in dialectical materialism, but they have not heard of or believe in these ghosts and gods." I say.

"Beliefs vary from person to person, and some people may think that doctors are all materialistic, but why can't doctors have their own beliefs? Medicine can cure diseases, but there are ancient arcane arts and spells that can save lives. Dr. Jiang said.

"So you're not making waves just now, you're saving other people's lives?" I asked.

"Exactly." Dr. Jiang flashed and let me and Sister Wang Na into the house, then confirmed that there was no one outside, closed the door, and suddenly bowed solemnly to me.

"Doctor Jiang, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I heard you just now, you are also a fellow practitioner, and Jiang has a reluctant invitation here." Dr. Jiang said.

"You say."

"Minister Yuan Ru handed over such an important matter to you, it can be seen that you must have something extraordinary, Jiang would rather give up his life, and will try his best to help you delay time, and I hope that no matter what method you use, you must find the cause of this Progeria disease and save the lives of these innocent people." Dr. Jiang said.

"It's our duty to find out the cause of this strange disease, and I will do my best without you saying it, but just now you said that you can do your best to help me buy time to delay, what does that mean?" I asked.

"Come and see." Dr. Jiang pointed to the totem behind him, "This is a sacred beast that symbolizes longevity in ancient times, I use my own blood as a sacrifice, and write the birth dates of the patients in the hospital on it, so that they can extend their life, this method is really life for life, and it cannot solve the fundamental problem, and when my blood is exhausted, it is when our time runs out." Dr. Jiang said.

"How can this be? How can you use such a forbidden technique? I said.

"Jiang someone's name is not a pity, as long as he can save Li Min's life, he will not hesitate."

"The lives of those villagers are their lives, and your lives are also their lives, and they are all treated equally with me." I say.

"Dead of blood?! I've investigated you, your parents, your wife, and your unborn child, all of whom died in accidents, but all showed signs of bleeding. Sister Wang Na asked.

"You're investigating me?" Dr. Jiang suddenly raised his alert.

"You don't have to worry, I am the advisor of the 17th Bureau under Minister Yuan Ru, and it is for the sake of safety that I will ask Sister Wang Na to investigate you, after all, your sudden appearance is also an accident for us, so we can't be more careful." I say.

"That's true, I can understand what you're saying." Dr. Jiang said.

"So can you tell us who you really are now? I don't think you're an ordinary psychiatrist. I asked.

"To tell you the truth, not only me, my parents, wife, our family, in addition to being a member of this modern society, we are also the heirs of the ancient family, we are all Shennong."

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