Starting from the fourth year, Xiang Xingwen became lethargic. From eight hours a day to fourteen or five hours a day, he felt dazed and lacked energy all day long.
Starting from the fifth year, Xiang Xingwen often had headaches, chest tightness, and occasionally became difficult to speak. His hands and feet always felt cold, even in the middle of summer.
The hospital couldn't find any specific reason, which was a lack of Qi and blood. The doctor prescribed some medicines to replenish Qi and blood, and suggested that Xiang Xingwen eat more meat and oranges.
Xiang Xingwen actually knew in his heart that the reason why he supported the Xian family was because he was too greedy.
There is a saying that "it is easy to invite God, but it is difficult to send God away." There is nothing wrong with it.
Xiang Xingwen regretted it. He ran to the Taoist temple and told the Taoist priest that he really couldn't bear it any longer. If this continued, he might not even be able to spend the money he earned.
The Taoist priest told Xiang Xingwen that after three years, there was nothing he could do. The Xian family now recognized Xiang Xingwen, and the Taoist priest had no way to let the Xian family return to the Taoist temple unless the Xian family voluntarily did so.
Xiang Xingwen once stopped supplying his blood to the Xian family.
Xiang Xingwen would have nightmares at night, in which he would see an old man with a white beard and a green-faced evil ghost.
The next day something bad would happen to Xiang Xingwen's family, ranging from a minor accident to a family member to an inexplicable illness and fever.
Xiang Xingwen bought a large amount of paper money, incense and candles, burned them in bundles, said all his good words, and then respectfully sent the metal can containing the immortal family back to the Taoist temple.
When I woke up the next day, the metal can appeared in the West Room again.
Later, the old man with a white beard negotiated with Xiang Xingwen in a dream. Since he decided to make a donation, he must stick to it and donate a drop of blood from his fingertips every seven days and a drop of blood from his eyebrows every month. Otherwise, Xiang Xingwen's family would be in trouble.
Xiang Xingwen suddenly became much older. He looked twenty years older than his peers. His behavior also became more like that of an elderly person.
The Taoist priest in the Taoist temple gave Xiang Xingwen an idea to see if he could find an expert to perform rituals and send one to the immortal family.
Xiang Xingwen immediately thought of the Taoist priest and was willing to support the Taoist temple with his entire income from previous years.
The Taoist priest refused, saying that he had an agreement with the Xian family before, and he could not interfere after three years, otherwise he would be punished by God.
Xiang Xingwen gave up his business and started running around for this matter.
I found a large temple and asked the host to perform a religious ceremony, but to no avail.
I also found a relatively well-known Taoist priest who was said to have performed rituals for many important figures. But in the end, there was no result.
Frustrated, Xiang Xingwen accidentally met a friend who also knew Ding Hao. The friend was shocked when he saw Xiang Xingwen. He had become like this after not seeing each other for half a year.
Xiang Xingwen knew that sooner or later he would have to sleep on two wooden boards if this continued, so he didn't worry too much and told his friend the truth.
His friends scolded him for being blind. There was a big shot around him, and he went all over the world to look for him.
A friend told Xiang Xingwen about the mysterious rumors in the circle that there were two masters around the antiques tycoon.
Xiang Xingwen was confused. The person he had dealt with the most in the past few years was Ding Hao. But he ignored the connections of the president of the Chamber of Commerce. While cursing himself for being stupid, he also thought that maybe this was God's will.
He rushed to the antique city in a hurry and told Ding Hao the whole story.
Seeing that Ding Hao didn't look surprised, Xiang Xingwen knew that this matter had hope. He guessed that Ding Hao must have dealt with more difficult things than this, otherwise he wouldn't be so calm.
"That's what happened." After Xiang Xingwen finished speaking, he looked at me and Chujiu expectantly.
"Don't look at me, it's beyond my capabilities. Look at the man chewing the chicken feet."
I pointed at Chujiu who was chewing chicken feet, his mouth full of oil.
"When you eat vegetables, it won't taste good after it cools down for a while. This kind of trivial matter is easy to solve."
Chujiu was chewing on the chicken feet, talking vaguely, and then grabbed a chicken foot and handed it to Uncle Ding.
Uncle Ding smiled helplessly and told Xiang Xingwen that his little brother had always been like this, with a true and unrestrained nature.
Xiang Xingwen confirmed in a low voice with some disbelief: "Is it really a small matter?"
Chujiu curled his lips and asked Xiang Xingwen why he didn't go to the old monk of Qinglong Temple?
Xiang Xingwen replied that it would be useless to find the abbot of the largest temple, let alone a small temple. His voice was so low that he could not hear the last sentence.
Chujiu was telling him that capable people may not always be in big places.
"What about this fairy family?"
Xiang Xingwen didn't have much appetite for food, so he ordered a large table of dishes, seemingly just to entertain us.
"Xianjia? The Taoist name for face, isn't it just a lonely ghost?"
Chujiu threw the chicken bones in his hand on the table in front of him and said disdainfully.
"You are just blinded by lard, no, you are blinded by the benefits. If you think about it carefully, you will understand, why doesn't that Taoist priest support himself? He must let you support him, and then give him a share of the money earned.
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After hearing what Chujiu said, Xiang Xingwen hesitated for a long time without saying a word.
"It's enough if the fingertips are bleeding. The blood on the brow is also called essence blood. Do you think you can make up for it by eating two bowls of rice? Everyone has so much essence blood, so use a little and sprinkle it less."
When Xiang Xingwen heard that he had to use a little and a little less and couldn't make it up, he panicked. He quickly asked Chujiu what he could do.
Chu Jiu thought about it and told Xiang Xingwen that there was a way to deal with the depletion of Qi and blood in the body, but there was no way to deal with the life sacrificed.
Xiang Xingwen happily asked Chujiu what he could do. Chujiu looked at Uncle Ding, picked up the chicken feet and continued to chew without saying anything.
The businessman Xiang Xingwen immediately understood and told Uncle Ding that he was willing to spend money to buy the prescription.
Uncle Ding, who finally negotiated the price, promised Xiang Xingwen that he would definitely give him the prescription afterwards. Unexpectedly, after dinner, Chujiu directly asked the restaurant owner for paper and pen, and wrote down a prescription.
Most of the prescriptions contain aged medicinal materials. Centennial ginseng, century-old angelica root, ten-year-old Ophiopogon japonicus, Rehmannia glutinosa, cinnamon, white peony root and raw rehmannia root.
Grandpa likes to read all kinds of books. When I was a child, I followed him and read some medical books. I can also roughly tell the prescriptions for the ninth day of the lunar month. Several herbs are used to replenish qi and blood and treat spasms of hands and feet.
Xiang Xingwen was a little embarrassed, where to find these old medicinal materials? Uncle Ding smiled and told him that he could go to the Chamber of Commerce to find the vice president Gu Yongnian.
Uncle Ding asked Chujiu, why are there lonely ghosts in Taoist temples?
Chujiu explained that these are some special lonely ghosts. Most of them accumulated some merit during their lifetime and died in vain or unjustly. They stay in the human world for some reason. They need to wait until the cause and effect is completely resolved before they can be reincarnated.
Generally, Taoist masters who travel and encounter such lonely ghosts will bring them back to the Taoist temple and wait for the causal person or his descendants to appear until the cause and effect is resolved.
"Actually, it was the ghost in the soul-nurturing jar who chose you, not the Taoist priest."