mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 23 Drawing Symbols!
Chapter 23 Drawing Symbols!
The land in the yard that should have been used for growing vegetables was trampled into a mess.
Beside a stack of firewood in the corner, several old hens were shrinking their necks in fright.
At this moment, outside the wooden door with faded couplets pasted on it,
The area was completely surrounded by villagers who had rushed over after hearing the news.
From a great distance, one could hear heart-wrenching cries coming from inside the house.
It was also interspersed with the young man's incoherent babbling.
"My son! Don't scare your mother!"
"How did I end up getting involved with such filth..."
"Don't pull me...it's cold...the water's cold..."
Lin Jinian frowned almost imperceptibly as he listened to these sounds.
As Zhou Mengjian struggled to squeeze in, he shouted loudly:
"Make way! Make way, everyone! Master Lin is here!"
"Everyone, get out of the way! Let Master Lin go in and take a look!"
Hearing the commotion, the villagers all turned around.
Seeing Zhou Mengjian leading a young man in a blue Taoist robe into the room...
The previously noisy crowd quieted down for a moment, followed by even louder discussions.
"Is this the expert Aunt Li was talking about?"
"How come he's so young? He doesn't even look as old as Erzhuzi!"
"Yeah, a young man with no experience is unreliable. Can this really work?"
"I think we should forget about it. Dr. Wang already said what he said."
"The fever-reducing injections aren't working; this person is probably really sick. We should take them to a major hospital in the city right away."
"Exactly, don't let these feudal superstitions delay your child's medical treatment."
Lin Jinian turned a deaf ear to these questions.
With a calm and composed expression, he walked straight through the crowd and into the house.
The room was dimly lit.
The air was filled with a mixture of alcohol, sweat, and a faint fishy smell.
A barefoot doctor carrying a medicine box was shaking his head helplessly.
He said to the woman beside him, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying:
"Big sister, I really have no other choice."
"I've had two fever-reducing injections, but the temperature still won't go down, and I can't wake the person up."
"This is probably not a simple case of catching a cold and having a fever. We should get him to the city as soon as possible, or it could be fatal."
Upon hearing this, the woman cried even harder, collapsing to the ground, completely disoriented.
Lin Jinian walked to the bedside.
The man lying on the bed, Erzhuzi, was a young man in his early twenties.
At this moment, however, it seemed as if all their energy and spirit had been drained.
His face was bluish-purple, his eyes rolled back, and his lips were bluish-purple.
The body was still twitching slightly out of control.
He kept mumbling incoherently, "Don't pull me... I'm cold... Don't grab me..."
Lin Jinian did not rush to make a move, but first looked at his ankle.
All that could be seen was that once robust ankle...
At this moment, there is an extremely clear black handprint.
The handprint looked as if it were deeply embedded in the flesh.
The surrounding skin has begun to turn black and ulcerate, oozing yellow pus.
It emitted a nauseating, fishy stench.
That's caused by yin energy eroding the body!
Lin Jinian reached out and placed his hand on Erzhuzi's wrist.
It feels cold to the touch.
"When Yin energy enters the body, the three souls and seven spirits become unstable."
Lin Jinian withdrew his hand, having already made up his mind.
These two pillars were not only scratched by the "water ghost,"
In extreme terror, he lost his mind and spirit.
This allowed the malevolent energy to take advantage of the situation and damage the foundation.
If we don't force out this evil energy and stabilize our soul,
Even if we send them to the best hospital, we can probably only save one child with dementia.
"How is it, Master Lin? Is there any hope for my son?"
When the older woman saw Lin Jinian stop,
It was like grasping at the last straw.
He grabbed Lin Jinian's Taoist robe and begged tearfully.
Lin Jinian helped her up:
"Your son has been frightened and his body has been invaded by yin energy, which has damaged his spirit."
"Master Lin, what... what should we do?"
Erzhuzi's mother had red and swollen eyes.
Upon hearing the words "damaged one's spirit,"
My legs went weak and I almost sat back down on the ground.
She grabbed Lin Jinian's sleeve again.
Like a drowning person grabbing onto the only piece of driftwood:
"Please, please save my son, Zhuzi! He's my only son!"
Lin Jinian gently patted the aunt's trembling hand.
The voice was firm:
"Auntie, now that I'm here, I have my own way."
He tilted his head slightly.
His gaze swept over the simple furnishings inside the room.
Finally, the image settles on that square table used for dining:
"This humble Taoist needs to draw a talisman."
Upon hearing this, Wang, the village doctor carrying a medicine box,
The hand that was tidying up the stethoscope paused for a moment.
He turned around and looked helplessly at the family.
Then he glanced at the Taoist priest, who, despite his ethereal demeanor, was far too young.
He let out a long sigh.
He has practiced medicine for decades.
I've encountered similar situations several times before.
Those teenagers, they were perfectly fine the day before, full of energy and vitality.
As a result, they went out to play in the water, or took a stroll around some deserted graveyard.
They came back looking like they'd lost their souls.
He had a high fever, was delirious, and was mentally unstable.
Rural people are poor, and when they encounter this inexplicable and strange illness...
The first reaction is usually not to go to a big hospital and spend money.
Instead, they sought out sorceresses and monks.
Some recovered, while others became mentally impaired.
"Oh, what a tragedy."
Dr. Wang shook his head, picked up his medicine box, and walked outside.
He didn't say anything to stop him, because he knew...
This family really didn't have the money to go to the city to make some changes.
And this child's symptoms... are truly bizarre.
Medically known as hysteria, perhaps this kind of "psychological suggestion" is actually somewhat effective?
His back was hunched as he walked through the crowd of onlookers.
That sigh seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present.
"Draw...draw talismans?"
The surrounding villagers looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What kind of time is this? You think you can bring someone back to life by drawing a piece of paper?"
"Yeah, this little Taoist priest doesn't even look as old as my son. What kind of skills could he possibly have?"
"I think it's just a scam to make money. Erzhuzi's mother is just grasping at straws in desperation."
A wave of doubts arose, mixed with a few disdainful sneers.
In their simple mindset,
A truly skilled "master" must be an old man with a flowing white beard and an air of otherworldly wisdom.
Or is he some kind of mystical sorceress? How could there be such a young man?
Lin Jinian ignored him and simply gave the order:
Please clear the table.
Zhou Mengjian didn't say a word.
He rushed over and quickly swept the bowls, chopsticks, and teacups off the table.
He then vigorously wiped the table with his sleeve.
"Taoist Master, please!"
Lin Jinian walked to the table, took off his satchel, and
With fluid movements, he took out cinnabar, yellow paper, and that somewhat old wolf-hair brush.
Grind the ink and lay out the paper.
Although the room was dimly lit, Lin Jinian's eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed through his meridians to his right hand.
"Borrowing the righteous energy of heaven and earth, let us safeguard the clarity of our spirit!"
Lin Jinian gave a low shout and the pen tip fell.
In that instant, it felt as if an invisible wind swept through the room.
His wrist hovered in the air, and his brush moved like dragons and snakes.
The brush tip, laden with vermilion, glides across the yellow paper; the red lines are not lifeless.
Instead, as the brushstrokes turn, a faint layer of golden-red fluorescence is faintly revealed!