"The ancients believed that 'Horse-riding cloth' was the most filthy thing in the world, also called 'Month and Moon belt', but now it is not called this name." Wu Chushanren said.

"What's the name now?" Han Sheng asked, thinking that he hoped that this thing would be easy to get.

"Mental belt." Wu Chushanren said seriously.

"What! Menstrual belt..." Han Sheng was shocked, and then his face turned red. This was so embarrassing.

It turns out that horse riding cloth is actually a menstrual belt, and every woman has something. Alas, why doesn’t the Qingnang Jing explain it clearly? It seems that Hua Tuo is really...

"What about 'lightning strike horse riding cloth'? What's going on?" Han Sheng asked after he recovered from his mind.

When Wu Chushanren heard this, his face changed and his eyes stared at Han Sheng.

"How do you know this 'lightning strike horse riding craft'?" he asked.

Han Sheng felt cold in his heart and had to say, "There is a medicine that needs to be used as a medicine introduction."

After a while, Wu Chushanren's expression gradually calmed down and his tone became softer.

He said: "In nature, one cloud in the sky has a positive charge and the other one has a negative charge. When the two clouds intersect, lightning will be generated. In the Yi Ching, positive and negative are actually yin and yang. The yang electricity in the sky attracts a negative object on the ground, and the current is instantly connected, and the high heat generated burns the negative object on the ground. This is a lightning strike."

"What's on the ground is a negative object?" Han Sheng felt that what Wu Chushanren said refreshed him, and hurriedly asked.

"Thunder strikes are all aimed at negative organisms." Wu Chushanren replied.

"Is it a woman?" Han Sheng speculated.

Wu Chushan people smiled, shook their heads, and said, "No, some organisms have accumulated a lot of negative substances over time, such as mammalian fox fairies, weasels and reptile pythons, etc., which Buddhism and Taoism call "not clean". Often, lightning strikes these organisms."

"I understand. The play says that lightning strikes the thousand-year-old ancient trees or ancient towers. It is because these negative creatures are hidden in the trees and in the towers, which causes lightning strikes." Han Sheng suddenly realized.

"It turns out that a child can teach you." Wu Chushanren looked at Han Sheng with a smile.

Wu Chushan paused, and then asked Han Sheng in confusion: "How could you use such a strange medicine introduction?"

"It was passed down from our ancestors," Han Sheng didn't want to tell him his true origin and purpose. He then asked, "Is the 'lightning horse riding cloth' the menstrual belt that was hit by lightning?"

"That's right." Wu Chushanren replied.

"Does those animals also use menstruation belts?" Han Sheng couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Why not?" Wu Chushanren asked back.

"..." Han Sheng was stunned.

The man from Wu Chushan laughed and walked out of the door, and the sound of chanting poems was vague: "The person who left was already sparse, and the person who was born was already close. When he went out of the countryside, he looked directly at the hills and graves. The ancient tomb plowed into fields, and the pines and cypresses were destroyed into firewood. The poplars had many sad winds, and they were whispering to kill people!"

Han Sheng was not familiar with ancient poetry, but the poems recited by people from Wu Chushan were very pleasant to hear, especially the sentence "Ancient tomb plows into fields", which reminded him of the thousand-year-old tomb, under the huge Central Plains. I wonder how many unknown secrets there are.

Seeing that it was dark outside the window, Han Sheng was anxious. His father might still be sitting at the dining table waiting for his return, and the big yellow dog Benben might still be guarding the old pine tree.

He lifted the quilt and tried to move his right leg. He felt a pain. He tried to pull it with his hands, but it suddenly hurt like a crack. He understood that the leg bones were broken. As the saying goes, "A hundred and five-year-old bones are damaged." Without five months of rest, broken legs cannot be cured, but he does not have this time.

"Qingnang Jing", Han Sheng tried hard to recall the scriptures, hoping to find a way to heal.

The dust on the beam... Added the whitening of the boy as a guide. He looked up at the roof. There were countless dust silk hanging down from the dilapidated grass roof for many years. This is the dust on the beam. Counting should be enough. The whitening of the medicine refers to the white sediment after the urine overnight, but what about the boy? Han Sheng recalled his life for twenty years and finally confirmed that he was undoubtedly a boy.

"It's time to eat, the white rice and rat are dry, it smells good, right?" Wu Chushanren walked in with the steaming food.

The fragrance of rice mixed with the fat fragrance of mountain rat meat is really mouth-watering, and Han Sheng couldn't help swallowing and spitting.

"My father didn't know something happened to me, so he wanted to go home as soon as possible. I have a prescription here, so I would like to ask you to help me take the medicine off." Han Sheng said.

"Take it down? Where can I get any medicine here?" Wu Chushanren said in confusion.

Han Sheng pointed to the dust silk hanging from the roof and said, "These dust is called 'the soil on the beam', which is a good medicine for bone injuries. Please sweep them down."

"Okay, but let's have a meal first." Wu Chushanren agreed.

Han Sheng encountered an unexpected accident and was hit by rain again. At this moment, he was already hungry and his index finger was moving, so he didn't have time to let go and took the dishes and started eating.

The taste of the rat dry is really amazing. Thinking about the mother and her children hiding in the cracks of the rocks, Han Sheng actually felt a hidden heart.

"Does animals really use menstrual belts?" Han Sheng asked while eating.

"It seems that you don't believe it. I can take you to see it, but it will take thunderstorms." Wu Chushanren said.

After dinner, Wu Chushan people swept down all the dust on the roof as promised, put it on a piece of white paper, and put it on the table.

"Do you have a urine jar?" Han Sheng asked.

Wu Chushan took out a glass bottle and smiled and said, "I'm ready. I've always solved it in nature. You need to rest early and say something tomorrow."

Wu Chushan people set up a temporary wooden bed in the next kitchen, recited a few ancient poems, and then snored.

Han Sheng urinated as much as possible in the glass bottle, hoping it would be enough.

At night in the valley, the drizzle of drizzle hits the branches and leaves of the trees, rustling and urging people to fall asleep.

Dad, are you still waiting for the cold life...

I'm stupid, are you still waiting under the old pine tree...
Chapter completed!