True Phoenix and Virtual Phoenix

"It's useless. In the Dongcheng folks, there are capable people and wise men who call the human spirit the soul. There are three souls, one is the soul of heaven, the other is the soul of earth, and the third is the soul of fate. One Taiguang, Tai Qingyang Harmonious qi belongs to the sky; the second is called Shuangling, the change of yin qi belongs to the five elements; the third is called Youjing, the miscellaneous yin qi belongs to the earth. Taiguang governs life, and staying in the human body for a long time can make the spirit refreshed, prolong life and prolong life ; Shuang Ling governs wealth and wealth, can make bright Qi control Yang, make people plot all things, serve all gods, and cause disasters; You Jing governs disasters and decline, makes people lustful and addicted, indulges in dirty thoughts, consumes essence, air Insufficient, insufficient kidney qi, blockage of the spleen and stomach, and the five channels of the spleen and stomach are blocked, and it looks like a corpse lying down day and night.

Those who are unconscious due to fright are called lost souls, and the lost souls are the souls of fate. To recall the souls of fate, it is necessary to see blood and consecrate them, and then cooperate with spiritualism.In the Dongcheng Imperial Palace, each prince is assigned a descendant. The original intention is to control the seclusion and maintain the yang and harmony in health maintenance and Taoism. According to the abilities of the princes, you can also deepen your studies. I happen to have learned spiritualism. It should be You can give it a try. "

Holding a bamboo tube in his hand, Zhao Mu walked steadily, talking as he walked, Gu Baobao understood half-understood, he has always disdained to know about these things that are called superstitions in China, he just felt that what Zhao Mu said just now What I said is very similar to some thoughts of Taoism.

Seeing that the baby didn't understand, Zhao Mu smiled faintly, and didn't intend to explain much, but lit a few lamps and placed them around the little prince, then naturally took out a sharp dagger, and roasted it on top of the lamp like no one else was there. stand up.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Gu Baobao saw the cold light of the dagger, and the hairs all over his body stood on end. He threw himself on Zhao Mu, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, determined not to let him continue.

"Don't mess around, baby. I'm here to save him. Do you want him to remain in a coma like this?" An unknown light flashed in Zhao Mu's eyes, his brows were slightly frowned. He separated Gu Baobao, and the next step was to take off all the clothes for Xiao Lizi.

The baby always had a bad feeling in his heart, as if he sensed something was wrong with Zhao Mu's words, and after thinking about it, he couldn't figure out why, he didn't want Zhao Mu to save him, but he didn't know how to make Xiao Lizi sober, thinking about it Xiao Lizi was just a little-known little eunuch, and the prince of Dongcheng had no reason to harm him, so he gave up struggling, obediently squatted aside, and turned his back.

Li Zhaoben is a frail scholar. He looks fine in the wide-shouldered prince's clothes on weekdays. When he took off his clothes, he found that the little prince had been severely suppressed. At the age of six, he was exhausted into a white-armed chick, very thin .

The dagger was held in his hand, originally he could only count two, but now he felt that it weighed a thousand catties. Zhao Mu was stunned for a moment, and the hand that had been holding the sword all year round couldn't help but tremble.

"Mu, Brother Mu, are you done?" The baby was dizzy from blood, and dared to turn his back to ask, but there was no movement for a long time, so he had to turn around and take a look.

I saw Xiao Lizi's white upper body was bare, leaning against the crook of Zhao Mu's left arm, his eyelids were lightly closed, and his long eyelashes cast a row of thick silhouettes under the candlelight.

Holding the knife in one hand, Zhao Mu sat stiffly on the ground, staring straight at a certain place in the room, his brows furrowed a little deeper, as if he had been immobilized.

Zhao Mu struggled endlessly in his heart, several voices screamed in his mind at the same time, the knife in his hand was so heavy that he couldn't hold it, it was the baby's question that pulled his mind back from wandering.

"Oh, it's almost done. If you can't see the blood, you can turn around first!" Zhao Mu forced a smile, and when the baby turned around, his face darkened in an instant, and he clenched his hand around the handle of the knife infinitely. The blade trembled slightly and approached Li Zhao's shoulder.

Gritting his teeth, he made a gash about half an inch long on the thin and frail right shoulder of the little prince. The wound was not long, but it was deep. Once cut open, the blood flowed profusely. Zhao Mu quickly caught all the blood with a bamboo tube. When it was almost full, he applied Dongcheng's holy medicine for healing to Li Zhao.

Li Zhao had already asked Zhao Mu to tap the acupuncture points when the baby was not paying attention. After finishing what was supposed to be done, Zhao Mu looked up at the baby who was still on his back, and muttered words, all of which were words that ordinary people could not understand. , just like a wizard's incantation, after finishing speaking, he solved the acupoint for Li Zhao.

As soon as the acupoints were untied, the pain from the wound penetrated into all limbs and bones. Li Zhao frowned tightly in pain, his small body shrank into a ball, and painful groans overflowed from his slightly opened mouth. There was a sudden twitch in my heart, it felt like a whip that had been soaked in salt water struck hard a few times, the pain was no less than that of the really injured person.

Zhao Mu didn't know whether it was right or wrong for him to do so, he only knew that some of the most authentic things of human nature could not allow him to think too much when the country was in trouble.