Welcome to the world of strange dreams

"There is none in the main campus."

Zhixin said seriously, "Moreover, because it occupies the Shengmen position and presses on the Yang meridians, it is conducive to the recovery of the disease."

Fu Minghui nodded repeatedly.

The most important thing in the hospital is of course the doctors, and then the medical resources.

Feng shui naturally plays a supporting role.

But when life and death are in a stable state, Feng Shui is like a straw, which will fall wherever it hits.

The same goes for home feng shui. It doesn't have an absolute effect, but it can be a bonus.

She had heard her father say before that some houses had bad feng shui, but because of the kind-hearted owners, the bad feng shui was finally changed.

Feng shui and feng shui are all dynamic, not static.

"But just like there are shadows under the sun, the best Feng Shui places often have bad Feng Shui nearby. If you can't tell the difference or don't know how to do it, or just unintentionally, you may step on an unlucky place."

"The Taoist Master is saying that the feng shui in the mental illness area and the sanatorium area is not very good?" Fu Minghui asked quickly.

"That's not entirely true." Chixin took out a fresh meat and egg roll from his arms and took a bite. "Actually, it only needs to change the direction of the entrance to the building or the direction of the small garden. Now like this..."

He sighed, but did not delay taking a second bite, "To say that Tong and so on, he really has some bad luck. For example, because he was admitted to this hospital, the warlock behind the scenes was inspired, I thought of using the pure and chaotic energy, incomplete and powerful soul power of vegetative and mentally ill patients to try to resurrect them and break the boundary between life and death."

Well, the realm of life and death equals the border.

Fu Minghui translated for him in his mind.

"For example, the practitioner Li Yu happened to appear and was regarded as the best material."

"Another example is the mental area and the sanatorium area, especially the mental area. The entrance is at an important point when the souls of all parties leave, and the layout inside is relatively messy. It seems that there was no planning during the expansion. There is a morgue behind it, just in case. If a soul enters by mistake, it will be lost.”

"The key point is that its location is particularly easy to connect to the world of life and death, giving the warlock a large and convenient operating space."

"Then how to solve it?" Fu Minghui continued to ask, a little anxious.

"Change the entrance of the ward to the southeast. Plant some trees where the sun shines for the first time every day. Just ordinary trees will do. Then set up a flagpole in front of the door. The top of the pole will have a light that lights up at night." Chixin gestured. "But the most basic thing is to find the warlock and break his game. The rest is a matter of course."

Just when Fu Minghui was about to say something else, Chixin stretched out a finger to stop her, "Don't ask me how to break the situation, ask him."

Pointed at Luo Zhao.

"Get Tong Xin's location first. You don't need to take him out, but you need to know his location." Luo Zhao said, "Colleagues outside have already gone to find him."

He had been busy with this matter before.

"Oh, I'm waiting for the news. Anyway, I've figured out a way. Don't ask. It's a secret." He stopped Fu Minghui from speaking again and finished the whole meat and egg roll in a few times. "Don't let it out."

Taoist priest, can you break the sentence like this, Taoist priest?

Seeing Chixin stand up, Fu Minghui hurriedly ran over to help open the door and said at the same time, "A kind warning, you won't be able to hide for a while. Grandpa and grandma are just cultivating their bodies. They have nothing to do all day long, and their tracking ability is like that of a reconnaissance team." In fact, it’s not safe for you to hide here. Otherwise, you should go back to the fourth floor.”

"Why go back to the fourth floor? The time is up. I'm going to teach them how to maintain their health. In this world, if you come out wearing Taoist attire, people will think you are good at maintaining your health." Zhixin complained and said helplessly, "We just made an appointment, I I went down to show them how to perform Ba Duan Jin, and then taught them about zhanzhuang. I don’t know who read it on the Internet, and said that they don’t need to take medicine after zhanzhuang. Strictly speaking, a person's life or death is a violation of the precept of killing. In fact, he should take medicine, see a doctor, and maintain his health. Is there no conflict? "

"Thumbs up for Taoist Master." Fu Minghui said quickly.

But looking at Zhi Xin's face, Fu Minghui always felt that he was not so kind to teach Yangsheng alone. With his irritable and impatient personality, how could he possibly care what others think?

There must be a conspiracy!

After sending Chi Xin away and there were only two people left in the room, Fu Minghui returned to his slightly sad mood.

Grandma Zhen passed away. According to the rules, the old couple should come to see Zhen Xiaotao tomorrow, but they definitely won't come, right? In that case, will Zhen Xiaotao be lonely...

"Can you find someone to help Grandpa Zhen?" Fu Minghui suddenly asked Luo Zhao.

The children of the Zhen family sold their houses because of the old man and spent all the money on Zhen Xiaotao's medical treatment. Maybe they wouldn't pay attention to the old man's funeral, right? Grandpa Zhen is so old again...

Let's empathize. An old couple has lived together for so many years. Even if they are mentally prepared for each other's departure due to illness and aging, losing the one they love must feel like half of their life has been taken away.

At this time, it would be really miserable if there is no one to comfort and help.

Luo Zhao thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, there are many people in the second and third places..."

After a pause, he said, "If nothing happens tonight, I will take you to have a look."

Fu Minghui hesitated and decided not to go.

She couldn't bear such a scene and she cried just thinking about it.

"Then find a quiet time and go see Zhen Xiaotao. Or Li Yu?"

Luo Zhao leads the cleaning department decisively, persistently and wisely in carrying out tasks.

When he comforted Fu Minghui before, although he didn't say much, because of his open-mindedness in seeing through life and death, he was able to say things that he thought were ordinary but were actually very philosophical.

I don’t know why, but I felt awkward today. I didn’t know what to say at all, so I could only make suggestions with a gentle sense of coaxing.

"Can I just go up to the fourth floor?" Fu Minghui didn't notice this, but asked in surprise.

The corners of Luo Zhao's lips curved, "You'll know if you go and see it? At most, they won't let you in. Then just come back."

When he said this, Fu Minghui became curious.

Her mood was like a roller coaster, alternately happy and sad.

Thinking about it, no matter how much empathy you have, once you feel sad for a while, the emotion will dissipate.

It’s not that they are unkind, it’s not that they are unsympathetic, it’s that human beings’ joys and sorrows are truly incomprehensible.

What is the pain of skin-cutting? Only when it cuts oneself can it truly hurt.

So when a relative or friend dies, the sadness can only be digested slowly by oneself, and no one can replace it.

After Luo Zhao left, Fu Minghui walked around and found that everyone had gone to the hall to play Baduanjin with Chixin, even the doctors and nurses who were not on duty. The rest of the place seemed empty.

If you don't move now, wait until later.

Second update.

In fact, some Taoist priests are very interesting. I met one who looked very fierce.

Young, handsome, arrogant, and indifferent to others.

But in fact, he is kind-hearted and careful.

The kind that pays attention to the fatigue and sadness of believers.

I really want to write about an unusual Taoist priest as a supporting role. I have written about it in another book before, but unfortunately the book is not finished. Maybe there will be an opportunity to move the image of the Taoist priest to a new book in the future.