The name "Returning the Soul Immortal Dream" is very magical, but it is actually simple to put it bluntly - it is to recall a scene I experienced in an immersive situation, and under certain conditions, the spiritual consciousness travels through time and space to return to the past. This magical power is just an auxiliary to practice. For example, a Buddhist disciple practices such "reviewing" method, and re-experiences all kinds of love and hatred in this life in the state of concentration, and uses secret methods to transform and destroy them one by one to break through the world and transcend the other shore. Of course, this magical power can also be simply used as a means of recalling past scenes.

The dream of returning to the soul is not profound. In principle, it is to awaken the memories buried deep in the subconscious. Western psychologists also have similar methods for hypnosis used by patients. It is different from the "eye-chasing" in the great power of cultivating people. Chasing the eyes to see the past does not necessarily require one's own experience. When you have deep skills, you can even break the previous life. In the dream of returning to the soul, you can only see the past of your life.

No magical power is omnipotent. There are always things that are not enough to be activated by the spiritual consciousness. It is about opportunities and "magic power". Xiaobai's concentration sitting skill has first realized the state of "the unity of form and spirit" and there is only a strong obsession in his heart and has not really let go. Opportunity is the mental method of launching the "Soul-Returning Immortal Dream". What he saw in front of him is exactly what he thought of. He did not get the master's meditation, and accidentally hit the secret method. He was still ignorant at that time, but Xiaobai didn't care about this and was already attracted by the experience of the state of concentration-

The old days are back to the past. Bai Shaoliu, five years old, was wearing a patched gray cloth clothes. The clothes were a bit fat on his thin body. It was changed to smaller old clothes from his grandfather. Although they were faded and white, they were washed clean. This was next to the loofah fence in his backyard. Xiaobai was carefully holding a white porcelain medicine bowl in his hand, which was a dark brown ointment that had just been mixed. There was a recliner in front of him, and Bai Jiangmin sat on it with his right arm on the arm of the chair.

A wooden board was placed on the right arm of the lounge chair and a clean white cotton cloth was laid. Bai Jiangmin's wrists and elbows were fixed to the arm with gauze straps. There was a dark brown scar on the forearm exposed in the middle. The scar was three inches long and was left when he was a child. It was bulging out the skin like a big centipede. Grandpa Jin sat on the stool on the left side of the chair, with silver threads as snow as snow, and his face was as gentle as warm as jade. A yellow leather roll was placed on one end of the long bench. The leather roll had been opened and there was a row of golden needles as thin as hair, while Grandpa Jin held a slender small silver knife in his hand.

The knife was very strange. At first glance, it looked like a silver chopstick. When you look closely, it looked like a carved knife for carving seal stamps. The tip was a slender oblique blade, which was very thin and sharp, and the tip of the knife was very sharp. Grandpa Jin was talking to Bai Jiangmin: "You'd better close your eyes and don't look. When I move the knife, you won't hurt or shed a lot of blood. But when you see your skin and flesh being cut open, I'm afraid your arms will move."

Bai Jiangmin's face was a little pale, and he closed his eyes without saying a word. Grandpa Jin lightly used the tip of his knife to slash a small hole at the end of his scar, and blood flowed out. Then he picked up a few golden needles and inserted them quickly into several positions in his arm, and the bleeding stopped.

"Grandpa Jin, what kind of needle is this? Will it not bleed if it is inserted?" Xiaobai asked from the side.

Grandpa Jin laughed and said, "It's not an needle that can stop bleeding. I used the golden needle to stimulate his acupoints, causing the capillaries around the wound to contract, which can temporarily stop bleeding. There are also several needles that paralyze the sensory nerves and can temporarily relieve pain." What the old Chinese doctor said is very professional. It seems that he also understands Western medicine. If I use traditional Chinese medicine terms to explain Xiaobai, I may not understand it. Even if he said this, Xiaobai didn't understand it very much at that time.

Grandpa Jin cut the scar while talking, and his other hand quickly inserted the needle. His needle and knife were very stable, and even with Xiaobai's eyes, he could not see any tremor. His technique was as superb as the world's most wise surgeon. Xiaobai widened his eyes and asked, "Grandpa Jin, this is a knife wound, why did you cut it again?"

Grandpa Jin: "I use new injuries to relieve the old injuries. His wounds are not healed well and cannot be restored to their original state, so that scars will be left. I want to cut them again from the original position of his injury and apply medicine to make him heal. In this way, treating scars, first of all, the knife must be stably, and the position you find must be accurate and not wrong."

Bai Shaoliu: "Grandpa Jin, you are so amazing. Such a long scar is curved and you cut it open with just one knife!"

Grandpa Jin: "I am so sure that I am familiar with my skills. If I am not sure, cut it bit by bit. Treat it a little bit, and it is okay to finish it in one go... In fact, I have to cut it a few more times. The original sutures are also a bit misaligned, so I have to pick it open."

At this time, the "patient" Bai Jiangmin, who had not spoken, spoke on the chair: "Xiaobai, can you stop asking? I was so upset when I heard this!"

Grandpa Jin smiled again: "Young man, don't be afraid, it's okay. After cutting it, you can apply medicine."

The silver knife in Grandpa Jin's hand turned, and the other end of the handle was flat. He picked some ointment from the white porcelain bowl in Xiaobai's hand and applied it to the end of the wound. The action of applying medicine was much slower than the surgery. First, carefully close the cut wound, and then apply the plaster. The medicine was extremely sticky, and the thin layer was like sticking the skin together. Grandpa Jin put some medicine on it and wrapped it around his arm to cover the wound. At the same time, he pulled out a few golden needles and then inserted it again.

Xiaobai couldn't help but ask again: "What medicine is this?"

Grandpa Jin: "This is called intermittent glue with golden sores."

Bai Shaoliu: "What is the intermittent glue of gold sores?"

Grandpa Jin: "In the past, people who fought or slapped were often injured. The wounds of the knife and arrows were called golden sores, and the medicine for treating golden sores was called golden sores. There is a kind of golden sore medicine that has a very good effect called golden sores. I removed two flavors into the prescription of the golden sores and added nine flavors, which is the intermittent glue that I use now."

Bai Shaoliu: "Specially used to treat scars?"

Grandpa Jin: "That's not. Since the wound has scars, it means that it has been cured, so why do you need to add injuries before treatment?... The golden sore medicine I processed is a kind of medicine. If you mix honey into honey pills, you can take it orally, and it is specially used to treat internal stasis and damage. If you mix sesame oil and pine resin, you can apply it externally, and it is specially used to treat wounds from knife and arrows. If you apply it when you are injured, you can stop bleeding and generate muscle."

Bai Shaoliu: "So what about treating scars?"

Grandpa Jin: "If you want to cut the wound again without leaving scars, you need to add a medicine. You cannot use honey or rosin to mix the medicine powder."

Bai Shaoliu: "What medicine is used to induce?"

Grandpa Jin: "Blood, human blood."

Bai Shaoliu: "Human blood? Then why did you stop bleeding just now? Wouldn't it flow out after cutting the wound?"

Grandpa Jin: "It's different. The bleeding from the wound will rinse the powder of the medicine. Moreover, the blood that combines the powder of the medicine needs to be processed. When the blood is precipitated and semi-coagulated, it is the top red and yellow layer, and mix it with the powder to form a gold sore intermittent glue. This ointment is very sticky like a glue, but it will dry and knot after one day and needs to be applied within one day, so it cannot be prepared in advance."

Bai Shaoliu became even more curious when he heard this: "How much blood does that require?"

Grandpa Jin: "When Chinese medicine adjusts medicine, sometimes it is impossible to tell the amount of medicine. Look at the ointment in your hand, just adjust the powder to this shape. Use your fingers to chase the two fingers together and use a little force to separate them, and the heat is almost the same. This small bowl of ointment requires about two large bowls of blood to prepare medicine."

Bai Shaoliu: "Then whose blood did you release? Is it from Uncle Jiangmin?"

Grandpa Jin: "One person can't shed so much blood at once, it's not his."

Bai Shaoliu: "Everyone of the other people in the village put a little? It seems that there is no one? Can you kill a chicken? Do you have to use human blood?"

Grandpa Jin smiled and said, "This medicine requires human blood, and it is best to use my own blood, but the dosage is very large and cannot be prepared in advance, so it is difficult to take it. In addition to human blood, you can also use it as a substitute, that is donkey blood. The blood used today is donkey blood, and the two big sea bowls are the blood of your donkey."

Bai Shaoliu: "It turns out it's white-haired blood. No wonder the donkey is panting heavily. It seems very unhappy today!... Grandpa Jin, your medicine is so magical. Can it be sold for a lot of money?"

Grandpa Jin was stunned and nodded, "Sell money? Little guy, do you want to learn the skills of my old man?"

Bai Shaoliu: "I want to learn how to make medicine."

Grandpa Jin: "I want to learn? I will teach you, listen... This is the prescription. If you want to use golden sore medicine, it's okay, but it's too expensive and there's no need. If it's used to use intermittent glue, you have to find a way to find blood... It's very difficult to make a fortune with this!"

When Bai Shaoliu heard that he couldn't make money, he lost interest. He didn't remember the complicated prescription at that time. Grandpa Jin added when he saw that he didn't speak: "You can't prick the acupoints. How can you cure scars with medicine?"

Bai Shaoliu said perfunctorily: "How to puncture the golden needle acupoint?"

Grandpa Jin explained patiently: "This is not simple. If you don't have more than ten years of hard work, you can't think of this heat. Someone can't learn it. But you can use another method. Don't cut the wound, just cut a small cut at a time. In this way, there will be no bleeding in the wound. When the bleeding stops, the wound will be half-closed. After applying the medicine, the scabs will fall off for seven days. New skin will grow underneath, and the scars will disappear. But within these seven days, especially on the first day, you must be careful not to pull the wound."

This is the scene that Xiaobai experienced in "Returning the Soul Immortal Dream". He completely remembered the prescription for the Golden Sore Intermittent Paste. Although this magical magic is called Xianmeng, it is not a dream but a state of concentration. After the state of concentration dissipation, Xiaobai also opened his eyes on the hospital bed. Now he not only lamented the magic of the set of mental methods taught by Qingchen, but also focused more on the prescription.

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When Zhuang Ru woke up and opened her eyes, it was already dawn. Seeing Xiaobai sitting on the bed thinking, she quickly asked, "Xiaobai, have you not slept all night? Sitting on the bed so early?"

Bai Shaoliu: "I'm fine, not sleepy at all. Let me tell you a good news. I remember that prescription. Please help me with paper and pen. I want to write it down." Xiaobai is telling the truth. Although he didn't sleep last night, he was really not sleepy at all. Not only was he not sleepy, but he felt that the injuries on his thighs were healed a lot, and his calves could be bent freely. He couldn't help but think of Qingchen's scene of healing his injuries at his house. The bullets on Qingchen's waist recovered so quickly, which is probably related to the mental therapy of meditation.

Zhuang Ru got up and found paper and pen, took out the small table board under the hospital bed and turned it on, put it in front of Xiaobai and said, "I'll help you to wash in the bathroom first, and then write later."

Bai Shaoliu: "I'll write it now. I'm afraid I'll forget it later. You go and wash up first."

Xiaobai wrote the prescription, and Zhuang Ru took it over and looked at it, "What a strange prescription, half of the medicine is very common, and I have never heard of the medicine."

Bai Shaoliu: "It's true that there is a trick? Don't worry, healing, curing scars is really effective!... After breakfast, you go to the Chinese medicine bureau in the hospital to see if you can get the medicine intact."

After breakfast, Zhuang Ru went out with the prescription. Xiaobai stood up and moved his injured legs, feeling that it was not too much of an obstacle. He accidentally had the effect of healing last night. He thought of Bai Hai - why is this donkey still revolving for three lifetimes, and it's a donkey again in this life. Xiaobai has to get blood in the donkey even if he wants to prescribe medicine.

While he was thinking about it, Zhuang Ru came back, and followed the director of the hospital's pharmacy room, holding the prescription in her hand and said, "Mr. Bai, I'm so sorry, there are eight medicines on your prescription that our Chinese Medicine Bureau cannot match... I called the pharmaceutical company, and they said they couldn't find it at all."

Bai Shaoliu: "Is there no other way? Ask other hospitals?"

Director: "Same thing, other hospitals also received medicine from pharmaceutical companies. I have asked about several major pharmaceutical companies, but none of them... Mr. Bai's prescription is very strange. I asked several old doctors in the hospital. They have heard of these eight medicines to a greater or lesser extent, but they have only seen them in old medical books and have never even seen them in the hospital."

Bai Shaoliu: "Then it happens. You can prepare the medicines that can be prepared on the prescription first, and I will find a way to do the rest myself... I will pay the fees separately, and don't count them in the Heluo Group's account."

Director: "The remaining medicine is actually not expensive. Since Mr. Bai said so, just do it."

The director of the pharmacy room left with the prescription, and the hope that had just risen was poured with another scoop of cold water. Bai Shaoliu took another copy of the prescription and frowned and said, "A pen from King Wen, the lonely leaves are formed into double flowers, the central water of the Sanjiang River... the Nine Death Resurrection Grass." This is the nine medicines added later by Grandpa Jin, but there are no first eight medicines in the pharmacy except the Nine Death Resurrection Grass.

Zhuang Ru's mood was calmer than Xiaobai imagined. She also looked at the prescription and said, "I don't know other medicines, but I know there is indeed 'A pen of King Wen'. I have seen it in a landscape documentary. It is a specialty of a place called Shennongjia in Jingxiang City."

Bai Shaoliu: "It's easy to do if you know it. We can go and find it all."

Zhuang Ru: "When should I find this, I have a way, as long as these medicines are real."

Bai Shaoliu: "Of course it's true. I have seen the Golden Sore Interruption Ointment with my own eyes... Sister Zhuang, what are the good solutions?"

Zhuang Ru: "What era is now? It is the information age of the developed Internet! I can post online and buy it, and I will post it on several major forums and professional forums, and I will always find people with medicine."

Bai Shaoliu: "Sister Zhuang, you are smart, just do it like this. If you want to buy it online, leave my phone number, which is convenient!"

Zhuang Ru: "But there is no computer here, but this ward has a broadband interface."

Bai Shaoliu: "Don't you have to move the computer here? You can go home and send it, or go out to find an Internet cafe."

Zhuang Ru: "Can you do it alone if I'm not in the ward?"

Xiaobai stretched his legs down and said, "You see, I'm much better. In fact, my body is stronger than ordinary people and my recovery is much faster. I guess I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Zhuang Ru: "Then I'll go home first and come over for lunch."

Bai Shaoliu: "You go and don't worry about me. You should send more websites. Don't come over at noon. Just come back at dinner. I will call you if you have any questions."

Zhuang Ru put on her coat and raised her collar, put on her hat and half of her hair, and hurriedly left. She would definitely not go to the Internet cafe but went home. At noon, Xiaobai called her and told her not to come to the hospital. She had just hung up the phone and rang again. When she saw that it was a familiar number, she thought about it and it was the switchboard of the Champs-Elysées Hotel. Because Luo Xi attended the last cocktail party, Bai Shaoliu called to contact the itinerary, so she remembered it.

Xiaobai answered the phone and asked, "Hey, who are you?"
Chapter completed!