Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, He Dajun woke me up from my sleep.

Opening the door in a daze, He Dajun handed over a plastic bag and said, "Buns, fritters, soy milk and eggs, come to me after eating." ”

Looking at the steaming breakfast in his hand, his stomach was very timely 'cooing' twice.

When I turned to go back to the house, my eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the opposite side of the dormitory.

There, it turned out to be a cemetery......

Even though it was daytime, I couldn't help but shiver, and the breakfast in my hand almost fell.

Think about the group of 'people' I followed here last night, and I could guess with my toes who they were.

Swallowing my saliva with difficulty, I slammed the door with a bang, took two deep breaths, and comforted myself: "It's just a cemetery, there's nothing to be afraid of." ”

Shaking his head and putting useless thoughts behind, he solved the breakfast by dividing it by two, washed his face and went downstairs.

When I walked down, I realized that this two-story building still had a courtyard, and I was probably too nervous last night to pay attention to it.

He Dajun was lying in the Taishi chair at this time, smoking a cigarette leisurely, a pot of steaming tea was placed on the small table next to him, and the morning news was broadcast on the radio.

"Finished eating?"

When He Dajun saw me coming down, he smiled and said hello.

I lost my previous inhibitions, found a chair to sit in front of him, and said directly: "I thought about it, and decided to do this." ”

He Dajun's smile slowly disappeared, and he said seriously: "Are you sure you have thought about it?" ”

I thought to myself how this uncle could be like a girl's ink, and replied a little impatiently: "Well, I think about it, and I don't regret it." ”

He Dajun didn't say anything more, got up and went back to the house, and after a while walked out with a piece of paper and put it in front of me.

"This ...... Uncle, you're not mistaken, right? ”

I picked up the paper and asked, I would ask, because there were only two words on the paper - contract.

"That's right, this is a yin-yang contract, which is different from our usual contract." He Dajun took a sip of tea, smacked his mouth and urged: "Use this silver needle, prick your index finger, and drop a drop of blood on the contract, and the contract will take effect." ”

After speaking, He Dajun took out a silver needle for acupuncture and put it on the contract.

I hesitated for a moment, picked up the silver needle, gritted my teeth and plunged it into the index finger of my left hand.

A drop of crystal blood fell straight down on the paper with the word 'contract' written on it.

At the moment when the blood dripped up, I felt my body tremble unconsciously, and then a nameless cold air rushed from the soles of my feet to my brain, and at the same time, an indescribable feeling permeated my heart.

"Smack!"

Just when I was puzzled, He Dajun took out a lighter and burned the contract directly. I just wanted to ask, He Dajun explained directly: "This is for the underworld, from now on you will be listed in the Yin and Yang worlds, congratulations on officially becoming a member of the ghost doctor guarding the tomb." ”

I was stunned for a moment and muttered, "Guarding the Tomb Ghost Doctor? ”

He Dajun nodded and said, "That's right, our tasks are two, guarding the mausoleum, and treating ghosts." ”

"By the way, Uncle Dajun, I asked you last night about ghosts getting sick, can you explain it to me now?" I remembered last night's scene and asked.

"Even if you don't ask, I'll have to tell you."

He Dajun seemed to be interested, made another pot of tea, and then slowly explained to me about the nature of this 'job'.

After death, pay attention to the burial of peace. Although in today's era of cremation, there are still many people who retain the old traditions and do not want to be turned into ashes after death and put in a 'small box'.

In the Nianjia cemetery, some of these 'people' are buried.

And He Dajun, as well as me who has just entered the industry, is responsible for guarding this cemetery.

And this is only our mission in the yang world, and every night we have another mission - to treat the ghost.

In fact, ghosts, like humans, have their own world, which is what people call the underworld.

The habits and ways of life of ghosts in the underworld are similar to those of humans, and ghosts can eat, get sick, work, and so on. It's just that some places are just the opposite of the yang world.

In this way, the mysterious and ordinary profession of ghost doctor came into being. It's just that, in addition to He Dajun, there is only me, a newcomer to the industry.

"I remember what you said on your resume, you studied medicine, right?"

After He Dajun finished telling me about the content of his work, he asked again.

I know what he means, to treat ghosts, you also have to have a medical background. But the little things I learned in college, the day I graduated, I returned all the things to the teacher......

I scratched my head in embarrassment and was ashamed to tell the truth.

He Dajun didn't say much, just turned around and went back to the house, took out a book as thick as a dictionary, and threw it into my arms.

I took it and took a look, and the cover was written with four big characters - Encyclopedia of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

I was slightly stunned, and He Dajun gave me an order before I could ask: "First memorize the soup song of the first volume, and I will take you to a place tonight to familiarize yourself with the environment." ”

I subconsciously turned my head to look at the hill-like mound on the opposite side and asked, "Could it be that you are going there?" ”

He Dajun glanced in the direction I was looking at, and said lightly: "That's just a part." ”

After speaking, he loaded the cigarette on the table and was about to leave, I asked him where he was going, and He Dajun didn't reply: "Go out and buy something, you can read a book here." ”

In the blink of an eye, He Dajun disappeared outside the gatehouse, and the thick mist engulfed his figure.

I picked up the encyclopedia of traditional Chinese medicine, which was much thicker than the dictionary, learned from He Dajun's appearance, crossed Erlang's legs and lay down in the Taishi chair, sipping the freshly brewed tea beautifully, indescribably comfortable.

When I opened the catalog, I saw that it was densely filled with words.

Volume 1 - Soup Songs.

Volume 2 - Illustration of acupuncture points on the human body.

Volume 3 - Original text and annotations of the Compendium of Materia Medica.

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"Mother, there are so many, can I still put my brain down?"

After complaining a few words with a bitter face, I suddenly regretted why I didn't listen to my family and go to learn medicine from an old Chinese medicine doctor in the village.

You know, my memory was still very good at that time, but as I got older, my brain became more and more insufficient.

Hey, there's no way, even if the brain is not enough, then you have to carry it hard.

"The soup of the four gentlemen is neutral and righteous, and the ginseng is compared with Poria cocos and licorice; Yi Xia Dong is known as the Six Gentlemen, and the phlegm is used to replenish qi and yang deficiency bait; In addition to the dispel the name of the half-summer, or add fragrant sand stomach cold to make ......"

In the empty courtyard, only the sound of me muttering and reciting in a whisper, and the occasional breeze swept across my face like a silky scarf.

"You're wrong, it's 'Yiyi Xia Chen's name Liujun', not 'Yiyi Xia Dong's name Liujun'."

I subconsciously looked down, heh, I really read it wrong, because the book is a little old, and the word 'Chen' is a little blurry next to my ear.

"Really, thank you...... Yes! ”

I suddenly reacted, He Dajun had already gone out, and now I am alone here.

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