Objectively speaking, whether it is the Thirteen Disciplines of Blessing and Heavenly Medicine in the East Asian system, or the sacred prayer and spiritual therapy of the Western European school, such auxiliary healing techniques rarely really borrow supernatural powers, but rely more on the psychological suggestion of the patient to mobilize the human body's self-healing ability. A group of civilian adventurers of a certain school of data analysis who are bored with leisure have counted the users of such occult techniques, that is, priests and monks of various religions, and have come to the conclusion that even in societies where the popularity of various spells and spells is quite high, simply manipulating supernatural forces and devoting them to medical treatment is a serious waste of resources, and that pharmacology and psychosuggestion therapy, which is basically very biased, still occupy a considerable place in medical activities.

Taiping Dao, a newly developed new sect, has basically a scarce resource of qualified teaching staff, and the number of experts who can point the healing injury water will never exceed double digits. It is basically impossible to expect that these religious fanatics and speculators with ulterior motives can come up with any "rune water industry chain", and in the process of preaching, in addition to the need to show the miracle of "Zhonghuang Taiyijun", there will be one or two bottles of rune water taken out, and usually rely entirely on psychological hints to mobilize the body's resistance. This point, just looking at the main matter of the Taoist altar in Heli, He Ming, a brute boy, can definitely guard the peace of this place with a pestle, and even the ruffian hooligan who pricks his head can beat him down, but it is quite a problem to let him cast the simplest mantra to calm the emotions of the believers.

Sure enough, as soon as Fu Shui was mentioned, He Ming's face showed a trace of doubt, and then the doubt turned into dissatisfaction, and dissatisfaction immediately popped out of his mouth:

"No one here needs such precious supplies to hang on to their lives. ”

"Oh," the immortal warlock, who didn't care about the young man's attitude at all, felt that there was still a sticky and greasy touch on his fingers, carefully pulled Xuan Liu'er's clothes, and found a purse with fine linen and silk that was still well made, and picked out a few things that were still worth two dollars from the bits and pieces in it, Wei Ye wiped his fingertips with the purse, and showed an expression that wanted to preach, "Could it be that this product is placed on the edge of your altar and the corpse is waiting for death?" Taiping Dao is also a big faction in the founding period of Daomen grass, but it is not a tantric lama or voodoo priest who plays a corpse party, and he should pay attention to word of mouth when he does things. ”

After many years of hard fieldwork and practice in the Department of Folklore and Anthropology, he has trained a cheap guy, and he glanced at He Ming, a brute boy, very honestly, and kindly put on a senior appearance, gossiping in a voice that the believers who were busy running around him could not hear: "The organization of the new religion is actually very similar to illegal pyramid schemes, and the first thing to do is to sell yourself to the people that you are a good person. The question of whether he is really a good person or a good person packaged in nonsense is a bit complicated, let's leave it alone, you put a good person who is not a big evil and dies on the edge of the altar, so that the reputation of not being saved when you see death spreads, it may not be good for the image project of Taiping Dao......"

Whether it was "illegal pyramid scheme" or "packaging", these words made He Ming's brows frown slightly, and his eyebrows, which were as thick as knives, were beating as if they were about to come out of the sheath, but the last suggestion he heard still made him stare at the eyes of the somewhat gangstered green-shirted scribe in front of him:

"I don't think this dying guy is your normal bastard. ”

Showing a look of disgust that wanted to step on Xuan Liu'er's back for another 10,000 feet, He Ming gently reported a set of numbers:

"Twenty-five two-five-two-five-fifty. ”

This string of numbers sounds a bit silly to the ears of ordinary people, but it is a communication code shared by some people, and it sounds quite ...... Well, it can only be said that it is a number of two hundred and five, Wei Ye sneered lowly, turned his head sideways and let out a breath.

There were no dashing smoke rings coming out from under the tip of his nose, only Wei Ye's suppressed laughter coming out from under his puffing shoulders.

Then before the brute boy in front of him was really annoyed by him, Wei Ye put his hands together and climbed on the brute boy's shoulder:

"Section 250 of the Code of Conduct for Astral Adventurers, Chapter 25, Article 25, Amendment to the Emergency Authorization for Special Operations of Adventurers, of course I am familiar with this article - all subjects who participate in inhumane acts such as massacres, illegal imprisonment, slave trade, and live experiments on intelligent beings do not apply to the principle of restraining the actions of astral adventurers. ”

Wei Ye shrugged his shoulders as he recited this legal provision, and said in his heart that the guys who made the code in the first place must have had an ulterior bad taste to add such a rather criticized "two hundred and five" number to this famous amendment to the exemption from the excessive actions of adventurers. Of course, Wei Ye has no interest in those who are so far away that they can only be understood through information, and this is not within the scope of folklore research......

These spontaneous thoughts soon disappeared into the incessant and endless gushing of an unemployed folklorist:

"This goods does belong to the scum who should be beaten by you with a stick, but unfortunately it is now the time of the Great Han Guanghe, and the previous traverser who wanted to kill the slave trader in the world was called Wang Mang, who had already pounced on the joint attack of the clan and Haoqiang to the point that he could no longer pounce. ”

"Okay, just don't mention Wang Mang's street that can only read ancient books and play the Jingtian system, do you think that you Taiping Dao believers don't have any dreams of a group of slaves and maids in their hearts? More than a thousand years from this time, the group of gods in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom still have this low-level life ideal in their hearts, ah, although they are all from the Taiping generation, they worship Jesus, and you worship Huang Taiyi, there is still a little difference. At least Taiping Dao doesn't play the trick of Heavenly Father's upper body, which we are very glad of......"

"Even if you have to kill this thing, you can't play like this at your grassroots level. Now the propaganda tone set by several leading brothers of the Luoyang Taiping Dao Society is still the new religion of repentance and blessing in the last days, and the ideal of people's happiness is to turn over the small people to be the masters, not to turn over the people to be liberated, this time and space has not developed to such a high level. Even if you have this plan in the future, you are still in the MLM period of capital accumulation, okay......"

He Ming didn't speak, he just listened.

When Wei Ye finally put his large speech on "how adventurers can integrate into the local society and skillfully promote social progress", from being a little impatient at the beginning, to simply shouting at the believers in Tongheli to clean up the altar at the end, He Ming finally came back to his senses from his own work: "You have been talking for so long, have we all forgotten one thing?"

"Huh?"

Wei Ye, who was talking about it, was stunned, and then he took his eyes off the healthy wheat-colored face of the brute boy, and caught a glimpse of Xuan Liu'er, who had less air in and more air under his feet.

"This man...... Are you going to be cured and take it back with you?"

"Strictly speaking, I don't want to care about the life or death of this thing, but let him die now, the impact is very bad. Patting the soil on the hem of his clothes, Wei Ye's voice was a little hoarse - anyone who overused his vocal cords had to have a little taste of this in his voice, "You can find two people who know where this person lives, and help me carry him back first." ”

This request is not too much, and it is easy to find two capable men among the believers of the Taoist altar in Tongheli, Wei Ye broke two thick branches from the old locust tree, and asked for a hemp rope, and tied the half-dead man's teeth to the branches, which was a simple stretcher.

The men who came to help temporarily were all working in Nancheng, and disposing of Xuan Liu'er was like disposing of the licensed goods piled up in the warehouse, but the two young men who were really in charge didn't care that this suspicious person still had a few days to live, and they didn't have too much care to rectify it. With the only trophy of this half-unintentional and half-deliberate encounter in the evening, Wei Ye slapped his shoulders and waved his hand at He Ming: "I'm tired of this scene, I want to quickly find a place to moisten my throat with some wine, and I won't accompany you Taiping Dao guys to do evening classes." ”

As he was talking, a bamboo tube had fallen into his palm, accompanied by He Ming's somewhat muffled nasal voice:

"I invite you to drink this water. ”

Putting the bamboo tube under the tip of his nose, sniffing the faint smell of burnt cigarette smoke mixed with lemongrass incineration hidden in the water, Wei Ye smiled slightly and shrugged his shoulders towards He Ming: "Then thank you." ”

Citronella is the herb, is the main ingredient of the popular summer drink in later generations, some varieties also have obvious lemon smell, it is not only a fragrant material, but also a medicinal material, the Taoist set up an altar to séance in the incense recipe, this flavor medicine is also indispensable. In terms of medicinal power alone, the water mixed with lemongrass smoke in this half of the bamboo tube is not worth anything, but the smell of the water that seems to be absent, Wei Ye will not feel wrong.

What is that? For example, the incense pills that have just been lit in the Xuande furnace, the freshly baked cakes in the pastry shop, the old wine that has just been opened in the brewery, and the pills that have been cooked in the Chinese medicine shop, all kinds of complex and luscious breaths are blended together by a wonderful force, dormant between the drops of water, except for the tongue of the most picky and sensitive glutton, it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish this feeling even if they pour dozens of catties of water in one go.

"Taishang said that heaven and earth are combined to drop nectar, this should be the nectar Ruiying talisman that I saw in the "Taiping Qing Collar Book" with a spiritual diagram without a curse. The so-called essence of the gods, the Ze of Renrui, its condensation is like fat, its sweetness is like syrup, and it is also a rare healing product. Holding the bamboo tube, a little regrettably, Wei Ye kicked Xuan Liu'er, who was lying on the mat and was in a deep coma, "Tsk, the nectar talisman water circulating inside Taiping Dao is going to be wasted on a scum like you, it's really good dog luck." ”

With a complaint that no one listened to, Wei Ye, who was standing alone in the empty room, flipped his hand, and the clear water in the bamboo tube poured out from the edge of the tube, cool and clear, without a trace of splash, flowing down, forming a line. The burned and white wound was soaked with water, just like the earth that had been cracked by drought for a long time, greedily absorbing every drop of water deep into the flesh, and the pink new flesh slowly emerged from the cracks in the wound, and then dried and scabbed.

In this era when even "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases" has just emerged, such a therapeutic effect can indeed only be described as a miracle.

After looking at the curative effect of the nectar rune water with some satisfaction, Wei Ye immediately stopped, put away the remaining nectar rune water, and walked out of the room without looking back. Only his last words were still ringing in front of the owner of the house.

"It's not bad to stay for seven days and do a good deathbed confession. ”

At the moment when the door closed, Xuan Liu'er's closed eyes suddenly opened, and they opened much wider than any time in his life, and there was a strange sound in his throat, but he couldn't make a sound. The teeth of the seriously injured and dying man struggled, as if he wanted to uncover his own skin, and forced the short clothes that were sticking to the blood and pus!

On his side ribs, his skin was red as if it had been burned by boiling water, and the mounds under his skin rose like some worm wriggling, gradually becoming a sword-like talisman written on an ancient seal and with the four characters of ether a day as the blade. The talisman that glowed dark red like a red-hot piece of iron slowly walked on Xuan Liu'er's body like a newborn silkworm gnawing on a quercus leaf, bringing out pieces of white dead skin after being burned, and the pus oozing under the skin made the wound swollen.

As for whether this trafficker, who is quite ruthless on the road, will be able to survive until the seventh day, who knows?