"Okay, I'll ask right away, you sit here for a while, and if you find it, I'll bring it right away."

After agreeing to Zhang Wei, Uncle Long walked out of room 320. He was going to arrange for Zhang Wei and them to go to the presidential suite in the hotel and transfer Yang Xiaohu away, but Zhang Wei stopped him by saying that there must be a reason for Zhang Wei's trip, so this decision was canceled.

Zhang Wei asked Uncle Long to help find something, one called a drum and the other a gong.

The drummer, through the sky and the earth, was known as the heavenly drum in ancient times, and was respected as the artifact of the heavens, and was the head of the group of sounds. It has a long history and a long history that goes straight to ancient times. In ancient times, drums were not only used for sacrifices, music and dance, but also for striking enemies, driving away fierce beasts, telling the time, alarming the police, etc., and even boosting morale on the battlefield.

The drums rumbled and shook the heavens and the earth, and they slaughtered the army alone.

What we are talking about here is the power and charm of the drum, which can turn a coward into a hero and fight into the army with a sword. Although this is a bit excessive, it is not unreasonable.

The reason why Zhang Wei is looking for drums and gongs is because the sound of drums has the great effect of motivating and condensing the mind.

As for the gong, its sound is crisp and melodious, and it has the wonderful use of purifying the heart and calming the mind.

Yang Xiaohu was rescued, although the obsession that invaded him was dispelled, but the picture shown by the obsession still remained in his mind and forcibly occupied his memory space, plus his mind was greatly stimulated, if he didn't deal with it now, he was afraid that he would become a madman if he didn't lose it in the future, so he needed the encouragement of the drum and the purity of the gong to completely recover.

Soon after Uncle Long left, after taking a small sip of ginseng tea, Zhang Wei did not pay attention to Wang Fatzi and Tang Xinlian, but began to close his eyes and recuperate.

Before eating, Zhang Wei had already told Uncle Long, and Uncle Long had already arranged for one of the managers of the hotel to find it, and he should have found it now. As soon as the gong and drum arrived, that is, when he helped Yang Xiaohu calm his mind, although this was nothing, after all, it was the first time he did it, and he didn't want to be careless.

Wang Fatzi and Tang Xinlian on the side were very "well-behaved", knowing that Zhang Wei had something to do later, and after staring at him curiously for a moment or two, they were busy with their own things.

For Yang Xiaohu, the godbrother, Tang Xinlian was very concerned, and there was nothing to do, so she sat next to him and took care of it, using a hot towel to help him rub his face and cover his forehead. That sister's appearance is extremely gentle, fortunately Zhang Wei in his eyes didn't see it, otherwise he was afraid that even the heart would be destroyed, and the human heart would become the heart of the beast.

As for the fat man who didn't do anything? This guy is still the same as just now, busy snorting and constantly heating water into his teacup, drinking so much that he is so happy, in the famous words of this buddy, let the mountains and rivers pass, you have to enjoy it and enjoy it. Rattle!

Drinking to the pleasure, this guy is still whimsical, shaking his head, I don't know if Lu Dao is enjoying it too much, or muttering the unknown sao bao poem in Xiaosheng, enjoying himself.

Ding dong! Ding dong!

After about ten minutes, the doorbell of the room was ringed.

Holding a wooden red waist drum in his left hand and a copper gong in his right hand, Uncle Long, who is in his sixties, acts as a porter.

"Come back to Uncle Lalong!" Just walked to the door, Tang Xinlian, who helped Yang change the hot towel, opened the door of the room, and took down the waist drum that Uncle Long was holding in his left hand, his big eyes turned quickly, and he looked at it with curiosity and like.

The waist drum is a Manchurian, Yi, Han and other ethnic percussion membrane sound musical instruments, with a long history, the pronunciation is crisp and bright, it has been widely circulated among the people, the drum is about 34 centimeters long, the skin is covered on both sides, the frame is made of tiles or wood, the two ends are large, the middle waist is thin, and the shape resembles a cylinder.

And the wooden drum that Uncle Long got back looks small and weird, convenient and charming, no wonder Tang Xinlian likes it. As for the gong, it is round and flat, like a big basin, and it is no wonder that Tang Da Mei turned a blind eye to it.

There are many types of drums, but as long as they are drums, for Zhang Wei, no matter what drums Uncle Long brings back, they can be used.

After Uncle Long's help and fiddling, a few kinds of appearances, the waist drum and the gong were placed according to Zhang Wei's requirements. A little more than a meter away from Yang Xiaohu, it was flat with his head.

"Thank you Uncle Long!" Glancing at Tang Xinlian and Wang Fatzi, at this time, Zhang Wei was going to drive people away, and after thinking about it, he whispered to Uncle Long: "Uncle Long, as long as you treat Xiaohu's illness again, you can completely get rid of it, but when I rescued Xiaohu, it was really not suitable for someone to be around, you see"

"Hungry! This young man! Hehe! Uncle Long had a feeling of crying and laughing, glanced at Tang Xinlian and Wang Fatzi and paused, he had to raise his voice and say to the two: "Xinlian, fatty, let's go out for a while, Zhang Wei is going to start treating Xiaohu." ”

Wang Fatzi and Tang Xinlian were so sensitive in their hearts, as soon as they heard Uncle Long's words, they knew that the Tao was what Zhang Wei meant. The so-called treatment, both of them knew in their hearts that it was certainly not an ordinary treatment. Looking at this drum and gong, how can these two people leave!

"Uncle Long! Do you have to go? Can you not go? Although she knew that Lu Dao was what Zhang Wei meant, Tang Xinlian was curious and didn't want to leave at all, looking at Uncle Long, her voice was full of pleading. is as smart as her pun, and at the same time she is saying it to someone.

"Dude! Let's take a look! Good no good! Walking in front of Zhang Wei, Wang Fatzi spoke in a deep tone. The head is also very bright, since the friendship tactics are used.

"Ahh Good pull, good pull! Don't leave! Just wait a minute, and you'll all be quiet. "I really endured the attacks of Tang Xinlian and Wang Fatzi, one dark and one bright, one left and one right, especially Wang Fatzi, a big man even looked at him with a grudge in his eyes, Zhang Wei couldn't stand it even more, and he couldn't bear it anymore and agreed.

"Dude, you're so nice!" After getting Zhang Wei's reply, Wang Fatzi patted him on the shoulder and continued to sit on the chair and drink his tea.

"Uncle Long, remember to wait for the meeting and be sure not to make a sound, otherwise it will be very troublesome!" deliberately raised his voice, saying that he was saying it to Uncle Long, but Zhang Wei was actually saying it to Tang Xinlian and the fat man.

"Yes." A symbolic answer, Uncle Long fell silent.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, and at the same time, a sense of solemnity slowly rose.

Slowly walked to the waist drum and stood still, the gong was listed on Zhang Wei's right hand, Tang Xinlian and the three of them almost screamed, and they didn't know if the road was dazzling, at the moment when Zhang Wei stood in front of the waist drum, they felt that Zhang Wei's top seemed to suddenly have a wonderful thing, which made him seem to be integrated with the waist drum and gong.

Picking up a special drum stick the size of two fingers on the waist drum, Zhang Wei took a few deep breaths, and after completely stabilizing his mind, he moved in the curious and eager eyes of Tang Xinlian and Wang Fatzi.

Boom!

A drum sounded as if from the inside out, and then burst open, filling the room with a wave of air.

Boom!

Another drum sounded, Zhang Wei's right hand was raised, and his left hand fell, very slowly.

Boom! Boom!

The drum sounded again, and Zhang Wei's hands fell a little faster this time than last time.

Knock knock knock!!!!!!

The speed of the hands slowly increased, and after the most slugging, it became faster and faster, almost dazzling, and the sound went from high to low, and then from low to high, like a mountain to a canyon, and from a canyon to a high.

After the most slowly, Zhang Wei's expression became more and more focused, and it was not until three or five minutes later that he stopped, in the curious eyes of Tang Xinlian and the others, he held a drum stick in his left hand and kept hitting the drum surface, and his right hand put down the drum stick and picked up the gong stick, in the drum, and then naturally and casually knocked it down.

bong!

Mixed with the sound of drums and gongs, the sound is gentle and thick, and it sounds as if something is washing people's brains, and it makes people's hearts calm down at once.

After striking the gong and banging the gong, Zhang Wei's left hand was still beating the drum, and after a while, his right hand was raised and lowered again, and he struck down again.

Then, he kept playing the drum with his left hand, and from time to time he would beat the gong with his right hand, so that the drum gong formed a rhythmic harmony, which was like a trickling stream washing people's hearts, and at another time like a surging sea.

It took more than half an hour to listen to this scene.

Next, Zhang Wei put the gong stick, and then picked up a drum stick with only his right hand, and hit it against the side of the drum, the sound seemed to be knocking on the wooden fish, but it was not as slow as when knocking on the wooden fish, but extremely fast, like ice in winter, like a violent storm, extremely rapid. Moreover, he recited the Sutra of Salvation in his mouth at the same time, and his voice was as rapid.

This kind of scene lasted for more than half an hour before it ended, during which Tang Xinlian and the three of them were as quiet as a chilling cicada, and they didn't know if the Dao was affected by the sound of drums and gongs, or the Duren Sutra recited by Zhang Weikou.

At the end, Zhang Wei struck the drum gong at the same time, but this time it was very different from the first time, the drum and gong sound were very small, like a lullaby, and people only fell asleep when they listened. After tapping for about ten minutes, he finally stopped completely and completed the last treatment of Yang Xiaohu.

After a long time, seeing that Zhang Wei stopped and had no intention of moving again, Tang Xinlian and the three of them reacted.

"Is that all right?" In addition to Uncle Long, who was quite calm, Tang Xinlian and Wang Fatzi both stretched their necks, like a male duck that bites people.

Everything Zhang Wei did was like an ordinary ritual, but not doing anything gave them a feeling as if they were in a dream, which was very strange!

"Well, let Xiaohu sleep, don't disturb him, and when he wakes up tomorrow, he will be completely fine." After answering, Zhang Wei let out a long sigh, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

When cleaning Yang Xiaohu's, in order to prevent the floating obsessions in the room from harming people anymore, he also shook it by the way.

No one knew how hard he had just been, and when he just stood up, he couldn't help but feel dark in front of him, and he felt like he was about to fall.

At the end of the day, in order to make Yang Xiaohu return to normal after a good night's sleep, he even used his most powerful mental power to help Yang Xiaohu calm down.

"So" Tang Xinlian and Wang Fatzi wanted to ask something, but Zhang Wei had already walked out of the room.

Shaking his head to drive away his tiredness, it's not that Zhang Wei didn't want to say something to them, he knew that he should say something to them, but he was really tired and he needed to rest, so he thought, everything, wait for tomorrow, wait until you wake up.