Qi Zhuangzhuang is placed in the main hall of three statues, and it is said that the main hall is only a hundred square meters.

Because they were afraid of the possible side effects of Yin Stone and Yang Iron, Zhu Lian and Qiu Fenghui set up the instruments and invited everyone out to avoid accidents during the treatment. The last time I treated two foreigners in a hurry, although the process was very smooth, but this time it was a reverse treatment, so it was better to be cautious.

Closing the door, Lin Ping asked Daoist Qian for a guest room and prepared to take a nap. I had a nightmare last night, yawning on the way here, mentally exhausted and very sleepy, and couldn't help but want to sleep.

Daoist Qian took Lin Ping to the second floor and found an empty room for Lin Ping to rest.

The room was quite clean, the furniture in the room looked ancient and rustic, and after thinking about it for some years, Lin Ping looked at the location of the furniture interface curiously.

Ho, it's all riveting!

This thing is rare in the city, riveting is pure hand-polishing and installation, just say that this craft can be passed down now, and even less can be made, let alone can be made so finely. Look at the wooden bed, wooden chairs and the wooden coffee table in the room, the surface is not painted, but a thin layer of wax, which is the oldest way to care for the furniture, and will not damage the wood texture.

"I really can't see it, the Qian Taoist Temple is messy, and these furniture are not bad." Lin Ping looked at it and fell on the bed.

As soon as his head touched the pillow, countless sleepy insects poured up, his eyelids drooped, his brain was completely empty, and he fell asleep after a while.

When I woke up, it was already evening, looking at the dim sky outside the window, I stretched comfortably and sat up from the bed.

"It's so comfortable." Lin Ping's face couldn't help but yawn, rubbed his eyes, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the street lamps lit up outside the window.

"I don't know what happened to Qi Zhuangzhuang's child's illness."

Lin Ping reached out to open the door, his palm was still on the doorknob, he suddenly remembered something, his brows furrowed slightly, his face was full of doubts, and he turned his head to look at the quaint wooden bed.

This is a traditional dark brown shelf bed, the six-pillar design is short in front and long in the back, and the six bedposts are polished very sleek and slightly matte, Lin Ping has touched it with his hands before, it is waxed, not the paint layer of modern home. The guardrail is about 30 centimeters high, the hollow carving in the middle looks like it is just carved at will, and there is no real content, occasionally a few flowers are inlaid in the guardrail, a total of three layers of hollow structure, the hollow pores of each layer are not very large, and the inner edge is polished very delicately. The upper frieze board is also simply hollowed out, the delicate carving and the guardrail are different, and the interconnected patterns in the middle of the big opening and closing are like the tail of Pixiu. In front of the bed, there are four pillars on the left and right, and between the two wooden pillars in the middle is a square door, and there is no mullion board, which is obviously not the style of the Qing Dynasty. The middle of the two pillars on the left is a large square blank, and the same is true on the right, and the bottom of the empty is a solid wood relief, rather than a hollow structure, and the carving is two Taiji diagrams, one on the left and one on the left, and two yin and yang fish sink and float. The four legs of the wooden bed are not very high, and there is no too complicated corridor design underneath, and most of the bottom of the bed can be seen at a glance about 20 centimeters from the ground.

Such a bed is not like the style of the Ming and Qing dynasties, let alone things from the Republic of China, it looks quite like modern workmanship, especially the two yin and yang diagrams.

In the feudal cultural consciousness, Buddha statues, Taiji diagrams, etc., but all those involving Buddhist symbolic patterns or words, can not be engraved on the bed. The ancients believed in the belief that the Buddha was righteous and masculine, and that exorcism and evil spirits would scare away relatives who came to dream of it, and it was also disrespectful to the gods and Buddhas.

There are two Taiji diagram reliefs carved on this bed, and I don't know if Daoist Qian really doesn't understand or pretends not to understand.

Sure enough, it's a fake Taoist.

What puzzled Lin Ping was not these two Taiji diagrams, but that he had never dreamed at all when he woke up, and he didn't even say that the familiar picture had never appeared.

Isn't that weird?!

Since he came back from Lanzhou, as long as he slept, he would have that strange nightmare every three or five days or even for a few days in a row, and Lin Ping had become accustomed to this. When I woke up today, I didn't even have the slightest trace or image of that nightmare.

Lin Ping has never believed in the theory of evil demons and monsters, but since he has a secret eye, he can see the origin of any strange thing. If he said that his previous nightmare was because he was haunted by evil spirits, and there was a divine spiritual power on this bed to block these evil spirits, Lin Ping would only feel that it was nonsense.

There must be some other reason, or simply my own mental strain.

If you think about it, there is no result, this nightmare is strange, it has been pestering me for more than half a month, and I haven't figured out the reason until now, it seems that I have to take the time to ask Zhu Lian, who is also a professor of biology.

Pushing the door downstairs, I saw Daoist Qian, Qiu Fenghui and others drinking in the courtyard, and several people were very happy.

Qi Zhuangzhuang also sat next to him, with a ruddy face and a smile on his face, happily holding a bowl and pulling food into his mouth.

Lin Ping was overjoyed when he saw Qi Zhuangzhuang, it seemed that Qiu Fenghui and Zhu Lian had balanced the yang iron magnetic field on Qi Zhuangzhuang's body. It's just that Daoist Qian can talk to scientists like Qiu Fenghui and Zhu Lian, I really didn't expect that these three people are the antagonistic relationship between real science and pseudoscience.

Seeing Lin Ping coming down the stairs, Daoist Qian waved his hand at Lin Ping with a flushed face and beckoned him to come over and eat together.

The dishes and chopsticks are all ready-made, and they have been prepared for Lin Ping a long time ago, so he sat down to eat two bites casually, listening to Daoist Qian's enthusiastic bragging, talking about all kinds of strange things he had encountered over the years. Although Qiu Fenghui and Zhu Lian are both scientific researchers, they are still very interested in demons and monsters.

After eating, Yu Cheng drove Qi Zhuangzhuang home, and Lin Ping pulled Zhu Lian to tell him about the same nightmare he had in the past few days.

"Dreaming is a combination of mental and nervous activity. Memories form the initial dream infrastructure as part of mental activity, and what you see is most likely something you've seen before, such as the half of your face being someone you know. The activity of the nerves is somewhat semi-ideological, and between the controllable and the subconscious, it will form a tendency in your dreams with external influences, and this part may not exist, it is fabricated according to the imagination, such as saying that you have never seen those scenes. As for why you have the same dream for so long, biologically speaking, it is your nerves that have a strong memory of some kind of radio wave signal, and this memory has left a deep imprint on your subconscious, which is then fed back into your dreams. You may not be aware of this memory signal, but your subconscious mind tells you that it is important, so it reminds you repeatedly in your dreams. ”

After getting along with Lin Ping for a long time, Zhu Lian also understood that it was a little difficult to explain these things to Lin Ping in too professional terms, so he used the most simple truth to tell Lin Ping instead.

Even so, Lin Ping was still at a loss when he heard it, and there was nothing that he remembered when he thought about it carefully, and the nightmare was only after he came back from Lanzhou.

What's going on with this nightmare?