Go out of Anren County to the south for several kilometers, through the Fenggang Ancient Bridge to reach the pagoda ridge, the Yongle River under the ridge flows to the west and swirls into a pool, its depth is unfathomable. A small island protrusion in the pond is shaped like a crescent moon, so it is called Moon Lake. The scenery here is deep, the mirror is like a mirror, the night is bright without the moon, it is called "the night of the moon lake", it is one of the eight views of Anren.

There is a cliff under the Moon Lake, a hole under the cliff, the entrance of the cave is about seven or eight inches, according to the record of "Anren County Chronicle", the water of this hole can pass through the tea tomb, next to this is where the current Xidong Village is.

In the early morning, the river was foggy, and on the path leading to Xidong Village, Arira walked towards the village with a travel bag.

On the ridge of the field, a little girl of seven or eight years old was digging wild vegetables.

"Little girl, may I ask how the Zeng family in the village is going?" Arara stopped and asked for directions.

The little girl looked at him in surprise: "Are you looking for my father?" ”

Uncle Luo said last night that there is only one family surnamed Zeng left in Xidong Village, and it just so happens that this child is the Zeng family.

Youliang smiled slightly: "Your surname is Zeng?" ”

The little girl nodded, picked up the basket obediently and said, "Uncle, I'll take you there." ”

There are wild vegetables such as shepherd's cabbage, dandelion and water celery in the basket, and it seems that Uncle Luo is right, and the Zeng family is living a relatively poor life.

Skirting a pond, there are three dilapidated thatched houses under the shade of bamboo trees, and a scrawny yellow-haired earth dog lies listlessly on the threshold.

The room was dimly lit, and a skinny middle-aged man was lying on the bed, and an old man was sitting on a wooden bench next to him, who was doing acupuncture for the patient, with a red cross medicine box at his feet.

"Dad, mother, someone is coming." The little girl opened her voice and shouted, strangers rarely came to the house, and there was some excitement in her words.

The child's mother walked out from behind the door and asked politely, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Excuse me, is your family surnamed Zeng?"

"Yes."

"Is Zeng Jing in the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty the ancestor of your family?"

The man on the bed looked up with difficulty: "Yes, what's the matter with you?" "Due to the sequelae of the stroke, my speech was somewhat unclear.

Youliang looked at him, and felt that he looked a little like Zeng Jing, so he said: "My name is Youliang, from Shaanxi, entrusted by Zeng Jing's predecessors to send his ashes back to his hometown, and he hopes to be buried in the ancestral cemetery of the Zeng family." ”

The people in the room were all stunned when they heard this, and they looked at each other without saying anything, and after a while, the man on the bed said with an unhappy face: "Why are you talking nonsense, do you know what to say?" The ancestor Zeng Jing was a man more than 250 years ago. ”

"I know the way."

The old man beside the bed smiled, pointed to his head and said, "Son, are you sick here?" ”

"I'm not sick, do you know Uncle Luo from the Anren County Museum of Culture and History?" Arirashi asked.

"Of course Lao Luo knows the truth, and he came to our house the year before last." The man said.

"He called me here, otherwise I wouldn't know that Xidong Village in Ludao was the original Zengjiazhuang." Arirashi walked to the bed, his dark eyes had already seen that something was wrong, and the man who had had suffered a stroke had a small black shadow lying on his neck, and there seemed to be many thorns growing around the edges.

"Son, you have a pretty clear mind when you speak, but it's not right to joke with other people's ancestors." The old man criticized solemnly.

With a conscience, he thought that in the eyes of these people, Zeng Jing had been dead for hundreds of years, so it was useless to explain it, and he couldn't leave the ashes in the chamois bag here, they would definitely throw them out.

"Uncle, have you had a stroke?" He asked.

"Yes," the old man explained, "Zeng Da had a cerebral infarction a few years ago and was sent to the county hospital for rescue, and his life was saved, but he also fell into a hemiplegia, and he has been acupuncture for two or three years and has not seen any improvement." ”

"Who are you?" Arirashi asked the old man.

"My surname is Bi, and I am also from this Xidong Village, retired from the township health center, and they are all old neighbors, so I can help." The old man replied.

"Dr. Bi, what acupuncture points have you used?" Arirashi then asked, saying that he had also grown accustomed to talking to strangers since he had taken the mountain.

"Mainly Neiguan, Yangling Spring, Zusanli, Sanyinjiao, as well as tendon contraction and Taodao and other acupoints."

These acupuncture points are not in the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, Youliang wants to simply try it, just like Liu Shisan did with Liao Shenpo, maybe they can get rid of the dirty thing that is possessed, so that they will believe in themselves.

"Can you give me a try for a few stitches?"

"You?" Dr. Bi looked at him suspiciously, "You studied Chinese medicine?" ”

Arira nodded.

Dr. Bi looked him up and down, and asked hesitantly, "What acupuncture points do you want to acupuncture?" ”

"Thirteen stitches from the ghost gate."

Doctor Bi was taken aback when he heard this: "The 'Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate' has long been lost, and I heard that it is for curing ghosts and gods." ”

Youliang smiled faintly: "Uncle Zeng is possessed by demons and ghosts, as long as he drives away the disease, it will be fine." ”

Doctor Bi glanced at Zeng Da suspiciously.

Zeng Da has been paralyzed in bed since cerebral infarction, since the loss of the main labor force, the family's fortune has deteriorated rapidly, even if the life is frugal, it is still unable to make ends meet, often have to borrow from others, and now the children are seven or eight years old, and they have not gone to school. Now this young foreigner says that he can cure himself, anyway, "the right of a dead horse to be a live horse doctor" is good, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he can't give up.

"Let him try." Zeng Da said.

Ariliang took the acupuncture box, there were hundreds of long and short silver needles in it, he first took a milli needle, grabbed Zeng Da's left thumb with his left hand, found the ghost letter point on the outer edge of the nail, and then opened it and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm Zeng Da." Zeng replied in surprise.

"What the hell are you!" Youliang shouted, startling the people in the room, he was learning from Master Liu Shisan.

Zeng Da looked at him in confusion: "Why are you scolding?" ”

Youliang was ruthless, and stabbed the silver needle into the ghost letter hole, and his big hand trembled, obviously hurting.

There was still no response, and Youliang's dark eyes stared at the black gas, and the ghost thing was dead and motionless.

He took out another silver needle, pulled Zeng Da's already adhered hair, and stabbed an inch deep into the ghost pillow point on the back of his left neck, and then stared nervously at his reaction.

After a long time, Zeng yawned and spoke: "Why bother people to hibernate? "The voice is as shrill as a mosquito.

Dr. Bi and Zeng's mother-in-law were taken aback and were dumbfounded.

Arira finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said, "Who are you sacred?" Or which soul has died unjustly? If you have any requirements, just say it to me. ”

"What kind of holy soul, the old woman is just borrowing a place to hibernate, why did she wake up?" The voice was extremely dissatisfied.

"You hibernate with the host's body, but people are paralyzed in bed, and they can't live, I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise you will be welcome." Arara threatened.

"Hmph, what are you, dare to speak to the old woman like this, don't you know that the old lady is respected?"

"Are you going to go or not?" Arira's tone was very harsh.

"Get out of here, don't bother the old woman." Zeng's mouth opened and yawned a few times.

Arara took out another silver needle, twisted two inches into the ghost hall hole on the top of Zeng Da's head, and then raised his middle finger and flicked it twice.

"Oh, it hurts the old woman to death, where did you come from Lang Zhong to make a dead hand, aren't you afraid of losing your life?" It looked like it was running out.

Youliang didn't say anything, picked out a three-edged bloodletting needle from the needle box, shook it in front of Zeng Da's eyes, and said viciously in his mouth: "I miss that you have practiced for many years, and I can't bear to destroy the Tao, if you don't leave, you will be scattered immediately." ”

"That's it, the old woman can't fight you, just go, Xiaolangzhong, you remember, tomorrow you go northwest for more than 100 miles, cross the Xiangjiang River on the Xiangguang Peak of Nanyue Hengshan Xiangguang Peak 'Little Panruo Zen Forest' Tibetan Scripture Hall, the old woman will invite a Taoist master to meet you there, how about it?"

Youliang said lightly: "Where do I have time to go to Hengshan." ”

"If you don't go, the old woman will come to Xidong to hibernate here in the future." The thin voice in Zeng Da's body hehehe

In Youliang's yin eyes, he saw that the black qi gradually became clearer, with a pointed mouth, a pair of small mung bean eyes, and a body full of short and dense hard thorns, it turned out to be an old hedgehog with successful cultivation.

It slowly crawled out of Zeng Da's body, and then jumped onto the windowsill and disappeared with a "whoosh".

Arira put away the silver needle and sat on the stool, looking a little weak after being nervous, after all, this was the first time he used the "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate" to exorcise demons, and he finally succeeded.

"How's it going?" Doctor Bi asked cautiously.

"Let's see if I can get up." Arira said.

Zeng Da looked at him suspiciously, sat up slowly, and then moved his legs to the side of the bed to be able to stand on the ground, Dr. Bi helped him move a few steps, after all, the leg muscles of the long-term bed have atrophied and weakened, and he is trembling and unable to walk normally.

"It's amazing, you just need to exercise for a week to be like a good person." Dr. Bi had never seen such a strange thing, and he was amazed for a while.

At this moment, Zeng's mother-in-law cried with a "wow", the little girl ran forward with tears in her eyes and hugged her father's leg tightly, Zeng's big lips trembled and she was so excited that she couldn't speak.

With a hot conscience, it turns out that helping people to relieve their pain can be so touching and stimulating inner pleasure, for many years, he has always lived in resentment and hatred, and today he has experienced a feeling that he has never felt before, that is the deepest goodness of the human heart, and his eyes are gradually moistened.