In my imagination, I thought He Qing was about the same age as Ding Changyou.
No matter how bad it is, it should still be the demeanor of an immortal and a master.
How could he be such a sluggish and slovenly old man?
And what he said: He Qing is about to die and the hospital cannot save him.
Now he is sitting in front of me, safe and sound. Although his body looks a little weak, he does not look like a dying person at all.
How can one curse oneself to death?
I can't figure it out, and I even have doubts.
So I looked the old man up and down, stepped back and said, "Are you really Master He?"
The old man lay down lazily, swung the bamboo chair and said, "He Qing is the same as before, but it's a pity that he is no longer the He Qing he was ten years ago."
I didn't understand the meaning of the old man's words, so I sincerely asked for help: "Master He, can you help me once? I really need the pure Qi. How much you want is negotiable."
He Qing smoked out a cigarette and coughed again: "Young man, I just told you that I am about to die and I can't watch my death."
Seeing my suspicious expression and unwilling to leave, He Qing opened his heavy cotton clothes with a bitter look on his face, and said tiredly: "You can take a look."
I followed He Qing's movements and lowered my head. After just one glance, I covered my mouth and screamed.
"How could this happen?" I asked fearfully.
He Qing's body was covered with blood-red abscesses mixed with white pus. The large bulges looked like sarcomas.
"Hey, I didn't lie to you, did I?" He Qing put down his clothes and said with a sad smile: "Ten years, I have endured a whole ten years. Fortunately, I am finally going to die, so I don't have to suffer this pain."
I stood in the yard, my hairs stood on end and my pupils shrank.
It was really hard to believe what I was seeing.
After a long time, I asked with a dry voice: "Is this sinister?"
In my opinion, the abscesses on He Qing's body are similar to those on the hands of Liu Lanfang, the midwife in Hejian Village.
Although I don't know how he contracted it, it is obvious that this kind of abscess is not an ordinary skin disease.
Otherwise, He Qing would not have said that the hospital could not cure him.
Hearing my mention of sinister poison, He Qing looked at me in surprise, probably wondering how I could know these things at such a young age. Then he shook his head and said, "This is a soul maggot."
"Ten years ago, the last time I helped people observe death, I broke the rules, causing the ghost that possessed me to disperse."
"Those broken souls remained in my body, forming soul maggots."
"It's like tens of millions of ants tearing at my flesh and blood, making my life worse than death every day, and the pain is unbearable."
"One year, one more year and I will be free."
He Qing said with a relieved smile: "How can I help you like this?"
I said in frustration: "Is there no way to get rid of the soul maggots in the body?"
He Qing wrapped himself tightly in his cotton-padded clothes, took a few sips from the teapot on the small wooden stool next to the recliner, and said slightly out of breath: "It's not that there is no way, but that way is too difficult. I have tried hard for ten years and still can't do it.
Slowly I gave up.”
When I heard He Qing say that there was a way to deal with the soul maggots in the body, I felt hopeful and said, "What way? Tell me and listen."
He Qing held the teapot and said with complicated eyes: "Ten thousand people have hair."
"Of ten thousand human hairs, five thousand are for boys, and five thousand for virgins."
"Weave their hair into a whip and beat the soul maggots on my body."
"Three times a day, I will be fine in a week."
He Qing said pessimistically: "Sounds easy, doesn't it?"
