In this chapter, I am writing about the Zhu Youshu that has been passed down for thousands of years in Chinese history and still exists to this day.

Of course, the real blessing is not the same as the steps I have written here, and the greeting is even different.

The reason why I write things so seriously is because this Zhuyushu, that is, a kind of witchcraft, has always been a mystery, a mystery through the ages.

Whether it is the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing" from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, or the "Zhu Danxi Heart Sutra" of the Jin and Yuan Periods, or the "Herbal Compendium" of the Ming Dynasty, or simply speaking, almost all of China's famous medical works for thousands of years mention this "Zhu You". Historically, among the thirteen departments of medicine in the Tang Dynasty, there was even a special "curse and forbidden department". And this inheritance was not expelled from the Tai Hospital until the Qing Dynasty.

I am a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and now I am in the folk, and I can see snake bites, as well as some sores and small poisons, and children are frightened, and they are treated with this witch method, and to be honest, the effect is quite good.

It's a mystery for the ages, but I think that a piece of knowledge, whether we can figure it out or not, if it hasn't been eliminated after thousands of years, maybe there's something worth looking at.

(In the end, since this chapter is four or five thousand words long, the second chapter may not be delivered until after nine o'clock.) Please wait. ）

The post house where the Jin envoy lived was far away from the Qi Palace, but after half an hour, everyone arrived.

Rejecting the idea of the swordsmen carrying her, Gongzi Jingling stepped out of the carriage with a pale face, and then, he lifted the curtain and motioned for the maids to carry her down.

Wei Luo was not as strong as he was, she let the girls help her into the room.

They came to a side garden. Here, the best witches in Linzi City are waiting for them.

This witch is thin and dark, his eyes are cloudy, and there are many white beads. Therefore, when he looks at people, he seems to be rolling his eyes at you, and he seems to be staring at the ghosts and gods behind you. &Smile&

The witch was dressed in sackcloth, and his lower garment was very short, reaching only to the calf, revealing his barefoot, which was also black and dry.

When Wei Luo was helped closer, Gongzi Jingling had already arrived. He knelt in the middle of the house, facing north, his tall body leaning back slightly, his handsome sculptural face pale as paper.

Wei Luo glanced at the wound that was still oozing blood, and then looked at his still dark and unfathomable eyes, looking at his straight waist that was so seriously injured, but still kneeling, and suddenly thought, such a proud man, maybe he will sit so upright in the face of death, so dignified, majestic.

The maids helped Wei Luo Weiluo up and placed her beside Gongzi Jingling. As soon as she was helped to sit on the collapse, Gongzi Jingling turned his midnight eyes to look at Wei Luo, and with a strong pull of his left hand, he pressed down her upper body, causing Wei Luo's head to rest on his bent knees.

Wei Luo was already dizzy in front of him, his heart was beating rapidly and fast, his hands and feet were weak, he pressed her on his lap like this, let her pill him, Wei Luo did not struggle.

Gongzi Jingling stretched out his left hand, held her head and moved it up his thigh, until she was more comfortable, and then let go of his hand.

It was just that the blood in his chest oozed even more. Wei Luo clearly understood, the blood had caused the right side of his shirt to be wet again. She accidentally touched it, and found that the placket had been hardened because of repeated bleeding, and it still exuded a strong smell of blood.

Smelling the choking smell of blood, Wei Luo lowered his fingers.

At this time, Gongzi Jingling's left hand stretched out and covered her cheek so gently. Rubbing people, the rough joints touched her delicate skin, but there was a thick smell of blood.

As soon as the two of them sat down, the swordsmen and maids bowed back in unison, and they neatly retreated to the west corner and knelt down without saying a word.

Wu moved. His white and black eyes stared at Wei Luo and Gongzi Jingling, and hissed: "Please calm down and wish each other!" ”

Hearing this, Gongzi Jingling lowered his eyes, and as soon as he lowered his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Wei Luo's round ink eyes, and couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "Xiao'er, rubbing people, it's a matter of life and death, and I wish you all the best!" ”

Wei Luo knew what he meant.

So, she also lowered her eyes, kept her heart empty, and in a trance buzzing in her head, she repeatedly thought of a sentence: Heaven, ghosts, let my wounds heal!

At this moment, the whole room became silent.

Wu saw that both of them lowered their eyes and prayed to the heavens and gods, and walked slowly towards them with a bowl of water in their hands.

His pace, though slow, was great, and the witch took three steps before coming to their side.

When he was only one step away from Wei Luo and the others, Wu stopped.

As soon as he turned around, he was facing the north like Wei Luo and the others.

Facing north, Wu dipped the middle finger of his right hand into a little water from the broken pottery, and then flicked the water towards the northern window.

As the droplets of water popped out, Wu sang loudly: "The sky is above, and the earth is below!" The ghosts and gods are in the middle! ”

Then he dipped the fingers of his right hand in a little more water, flicked the water towards the northern window, and said in a hissing voice, "There is a woman and a husband, who have been wounded by the swordmen. ”

This is the second drop of water and the second greeting.

Then, the witch dipped a third drop of water, and after flicking it at the window for the third time, he sang again: "Today, I offer two dogs as animals, and my soul asks for peace and peace!" Hurry as an edict! ”

The third sentence Wu said was almost out loud, if it weren't for Wei Luo's trance, he would definitely be startled.

As soon as his words fell, he held the broken pottery bowl above his head, twisted his waist, and circled around Wei Luo and Gongzi Jingling barefoot.

His circle is more like dancing, every dance step, staggering, but calm and orderly, and, with his dance steps, I don't know from which corner, there is a distant bell.

The bell was really far away, and every time Wu danced three steps, the bell rang. Every time you dance three steps, the bell rings again.

After a while, the dance steps stopped, and the bell stopped abruptly!

And the place where Wu stopped was the place where he danced just now, and he had already circled around Wei Luo and Gongzi Jingling three times.

After Wu stopped dancing, he turned to the north again and slowly knelt down.

He held the bowl of water above his head and knelt on the ground.

After kneeling, from the witch's mouth, some monosyllable, strange spells that people don't understand.

A moment later, the bell rang suddenly!

In the ringing of the bell, Wu still held the water in both hands, and stood up stiffly from the state of throwing himself to the ground. Such a difficult action, although this witch did it stiffly, it was extremely fast.

Wu turned his head, stepped with his left foot first, and once again surrounded Gongzi Jingling and Wei Luo, and took a step. As soon as he took this step, his left hand leaned slightly, and the water in the pottery bowl was slowly poured down drop by drop.

He walked very slowly, and he was drenched very slowly, drop by drop.

Again, in this way, Wu circled around Wei Luo and Gongzi Jingling.

Wei Luo, who had been praying to the sky and ghosts according to the habit of the people of the time, suddenly noticed that the atmosphere around him was different.

It was a strange feeling, as if her surroundings, in front of her eyes, and on her side, began to be filled with a thick foreign object like water and fog, more like a living being.

Wei Luo didn't open her eyes, she continued to pray earnestly.

The witch paced away step by step, and the water was sprinkled in a circle around the two of them, drop by drop.

When Wu took the last step back to his place, he stopped, and the water in the bowl dripped.

It's a strange thing. Because the ground is just hard ground, if you want to drop such a drop of water, it should immediately seep into the ground, and there will be no trace. However, it was clear and clear, forming a droplet mark on the ground. No, it should be a circle of water droplets.

At this time, Wei Luo in the circle could clearly feel that the foreign object like water and mist, like a living being, was happily surrounding her body, swimming, and playing.

It's a very mysterious feeling.

After Wu stood in place, sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

He turned his head, stared at the swordsmen with his white and black eyes, and hissed, "Go on! ”

Two swordsmen entered.

In each of them, there is a live, struggling adult dog.

The two dogs were in their hands, constantly "Wang" and howling, and the barking was even a little poignant, as if they were afraid. Their tails flicked wildly, their heads struggling, their teeth baring in a desperate attempt to bite the wrists of the two musketeers.

Of course, no matter how much they struggle, they can't bite.

The two swordsmen strode to the outside of Wei Luo's circle, stood side by side at the same time, bowed to the north, and turned their heads.

Press the dog in your hand and put it into the pen.

Their movements, really pressed.

Because, when the dogs are in mid-air, their barking is already hoarse and terrible! They seemed to be pulling out all their strength to break the hands of the two swordsmen.

The two of them pressed the two dogs heavily into the water ring.

Strange to say, as soon as the two dogs entered, they suddenly quieted down, and as if they had hypochondriasis, not only did they not make a sound, but they no longer struggled. In both pairs of eyes, the pupils are dilated. They all appear to be semi-comatose.

Two swordsmen withdrew.

Wu turned, knelt down again towards the north, and kowtowed three times.

Then, he stood up.

He stood outside the circle like this, still holding the bowl in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand under Gongzi Jingling's back ribs, and pulled it heavily.

In an instant, Gongzi Jingling's brown chest and back, the wound that was bubbling with blood, appeared clearly in front of everyone.

In the sound of broken silk, the strips of cloth fell, and Wei Luo's white bones and bloody wounds clearly appeared in front of everyone.

Still, no one made the slightest sound. Cappella ¥. The witch stood up.

He carried the two dogs so that they were slightly closer to Wei Luo and Gongzi Jingling, and then he turned over the body of one of the dogs, so that its back and Gongzi Jingling's chest and back wound were one step away in a straight line.

In the same way, he picked up the other dog and spread its forelimbs so that the back of one of its forelegs was within a straight line of the wound on the back of Wei Luo's wrist.

After doing all this, Wu stood up.

He dipped his right hand in a drop of water from the pottery bowl, and with a whoosh, clear. Singing, he flicked the water at the back of the dog in front of Gongzi Jingling.

Then, his right hand dipped another drop of water, and with a whoosh, the water bounced into the forelimbs of the dog in front of Wei Luo.

After playing these two drops of water, Wu was already dripping with sweat on his forehead.

At that moment, he tilted his head and drank half of the water in the bowl in one gulp.

As soon as he drank the saliva, he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and sprayed half of his mouth at Gongzi Jingling's wound, and then, he lowered his head again, and the other half of saliva sprayed at the right side of the dog in front of Gongzi Jingling.

After spraying, Wu suddenly burst into flames and shouted: "Move-"

This shout, hoarse and deep, was like the sound of grinding iron.

As soon as the shouting fell, it was very strange, and Wei Luo felt that those mist-like creatures suddenly surged in one direction.

She couldn't help but open her eyes. Cappella. When she opened her eyes, she saw a strange scene.

Gongzi Jingling's wounds are visibly beginning to close, close.

Slice of red meat, flipped and closed, the blood flowed less and less, and the less and less.

On the contrary, the dog lying in front of Gongzi Jingling appeared a hole on the right flank, the same wound as Gongzi Jingling, and the hole was getting bigger and bigger, and blood was gurgling down.

It's just that in a blink of an eye, Gongzi Jingling's wound no longer oozes blood. However, the wound was not intact, but the red flesh was turned upside down, and it looked like a skin wound.

In Wei Luo's shock, the witch walked towards Wei Luo.

Wei Luo found that Wu was already pale at this time, and his energy was obviously exhausted.

He walked up to Wei Luo, tilted his head, and swallowed the remaining half bowl of water in one gulp.

Then, as soon as he lowered his head, the water in his mouth sprayed on the wound on the back of Wei Luo's wrist, and the other half of the water also sprayed on the same part of the forelimbs of the dog in front of Wei Luo.

After spraying, Wu's body began to shake, and his face turned even paler.

At this time, Wu took a breath, opened his mouth, and shouted with all his might: "Move-"

At the same time as this shout, Wu's body fell to the ground with a "bang", and he couldn't close his eyes, and the two swordsmen hurriedly stepped forward to lift him up.

And Wei Luo, who was stunned, immediately found that her wound was making a soft sound. Cappella.. It was a strange sound, as if there was some force in her wrist pulling at her wound, causing muscle to muscle, bone to bone.

Wei Luo lowered his head.

She opened her eyes wide and was stunned to see that at her wrist, the exposed white bones were slowly approaching, and the valgus wounds were pulling at each other.

Blood, the less it flows, the less it flows.

As soon as she raised her head, she saw the dog in front of her, with a bloody hole opening in the instep of her forelimbs. The blood hole is getting bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, and the white bones inside can be seen in a blink of an eye.

After a while, Wei Luo's wounds were closed, and like Gongzi Jingling, her skin and flesh turned outward, but it was still turned out, and her flesh and blood were blurred.

After a while, Gongzi Jingling stood up, and he helped Wei Luo out of the water circle.

When Wei Luo looked back, he found that at this moment, the two dogs were already angry.

Gongzi Jingling's face was still pale, but his spirit was obviously better. Cappella.

He strode up to the swordsmen who had already stood up and stood with their hands solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Wu has merit, reward!" ”

"No!"

As soon as the swordsmen withdrew, he turned his head to look at Wei Luo, and when he turned his head, he found that Wei Luo was still looking at the two bleeding dogs in the water circle, with shock and doubt in his eyes.

His eyes as black as midnight looked at Wei Luo, and he said slowly: "The way of wishing for you is really an ordinary witchcraft, what is the origin of Xiao'er, and he is so curious?" ”

Wei Luo ignored himself. Poke the figure.

Gongzi Jingling stared at her, sighed lowly, and in the sigh, he still explained: "The two of us are seriously injured, if you wish to change from a dog to a human, Wu will not be tired so much." ”

What the? Transferring such serious injuries to others?

Wei Luo was taken aback.

Just startled, she secretly sighed: It must be the slave who is transferred, in this world, the life of the slave is the same as that of a pig and a dog, so what is there to be surprised about?

When she thought about it like this, Gongzi Jingling had already clenched her little hand and said, "Let's go." ”（）