"The Soul Returning to the Immortal Dream" is a mysterious name, but in simple terms, it's just reliving a past scene vividly, and under certain conditions, one's consciousness travels through time and space back to the past. This divine ability is only an auxiliary aid for cultivation, such as Buddhist disciples who practice this kind of "looking back" method, re-experiencing the loves and hates of this life in meditation, and using secret transmission methods to eliminate them one by one, so as to break free from worldly desires and transcend to the other shore. Of course, this divine ability can also be used simply as a means to recall past scenes.

  The Huixian Xianmeng is not profound, in principle, it is just to awaken the memories buried deep in the subconscious mind. Western psychologists also use similar methods of hypnosis on patients. It is different from the "pursuing eyes" in the wisdom and divine power of a high-ranking cultivator, which can see past events that are not necessarily one's own experiences. When the skill is deep, it can even penetrate into previous lives. In Huixian Xianmeng, you can only see your own past events in this life.

  Any supernatural power is not omnipotent, and the movement of divine consciousness always has a place that cannot be reached. It's about the opportunity and "dharma". Xiaobai's meditation practice first entered the realm of "unity of body and spirit", but in his heart, there was only one strong attachment that had not been truly let go. The coincidence of opportunities happened to trigger the "Huishen Xianmeng" method, and what he saw in front of him was exactly what he wanted to see in his attachment. He did not receive the oral transmission from his master, but unintentionally coincided with the method by mistake, and at that time, he was still confused, but Xiaobai didn't care about this, and had already been attracted by the experience in the meditative state.

  In the old days, the past reappeared. Five-year-old Bai Shaofeng wore a gray linen garment with patches, which was a bit too big for his slender body. It was an old dress of his grandfather's that had been altered to fit him. Although it had faded and turned white, it was very clean. This was beside the trellis in the backyard of his home. Little Bai carefully held a white ceramic medicine bowl in his hands, containing a freshly mixed dark brown ointment. In front of him was a reclining chair, on which White River sat with his right arm resting on the armrest.

  The armrest on the right side of the recliner had a wooden board placed on it, covered with a clean white cotton cloth. Bai Jiangmin's wrist and elbow were secured to the armrest with gauze, and on his exposed forearm was a deep brown scar from a knife wound. The scar was three inches long and dated back to his childhood, raised above the skin like a large centipede. Grandfather Jin sat on a wooden stool to the left of the recliner, his silver hair shining like snow, his face warm and smooth like jade. At one end of the stool lay a yellow leather roll, which was open, revealing a row of fine golden needles inside, while in Grandfather Jin's hand was a long, thin silver knife.

  That knife was quite peculiar, at first glance it looked like a silver chopstick, but upon closer inspection it seemed to be an intricately carved seal-cutting knife. The tip was long and narrow with a slanted blade, very thin and sharp, the point extremely pointed. Old Jin was speaking to Bai Jiangmin: "You'd best close your eyes and not look, when I make the cut you won't feel much pain, nor will there be much blood, but seeing one's own flesh being cut open, I'm afraid your arm will move involuntarily."

  Bai Jiangmin's face turned pale, he didn't say a word and closed his eyes. Old Man Jin used the tip of his knife to lightly pry open a small wound on his forehead, and blood flowed out. Then he picked up several golden needles and quickly inserted them into several positions on his arm, stopping the bleeding.

  "Grandfather Jin, what is this needle? Will it stop bleeding once inserted?" asked Xiaobai from the side.

  Grandfather Jin chuckled and said, "It's not the needle that stops the bleeding. I used a golden needle to stimulate his acupoints, causing the tiny blood vessels around the wound to constrict, which can temporarily stop the bleeding. There are also several needles that numb the sensory nerves, which can temporarily relieve pain." The old Chinese doctor's words were very professional, and it seemed he was familiar with Western medicine as well. If he had explained it in traditional Chinese medical terms, Little White probably wouldn't have understood, and even though he explained it this way, Little White didn't fully understand at the time either.

  Grandfather Jin spoke as he cut open the scar, his other hand moving swiftly with the needle. His needle and knife were extremely steady, even Little White's sharp eyes couldn't detect a single tremble. His technique was no less than that of the world's most skilled surgeons. Little White widened her eyes and asked again: "Grandfather Jin, this was originally a knife wound, why did you cut another slash?"

  "Grandfather Jin: 'I'm using a new wound to heal an old one. If the wound doesn't heal well, it will leave a scar. I need to reopen the original wound and apply medicine again to make it heal. When treating scars, first of all, the knife must be steady, and the position must be accurate, can't be wrong.'"

  Bai Shaoliu: "Grandpa Jin, you're really formidable! That long scar of yours is curved and winding, but with just one slash, you cut it open!"

  Grandpa Jin: "I'm only doing it this way because I've got the hang of it, if not, I'd do it bit by bit, treating each part separately, no need to finish all at once... actually, I still need to make a few more cuts, and some parts that were stitched together before are also misaligned, they all need to be picked apart."

  At this time, the "patient" Bai Jiangmin, who had been silent all along, spoke up on his chair: "Xiao Bai, can you stop asking questions? I'm getting anxious hearing them!"

  Grandpa Jin smiled again: "Young man, don't be afraid, it's nothing serious. It's cut open, and the medicine can be applied now."

  Grandfather Jin's silver knife rotated, the other end of the handle was flat, and he scooped some ointment from a small white porcelain bowl in Xiao Bai's hand and applied it to the end of the wound. The action of applying medicine was much slower than cutting, first carefully closing the cut wound, then applying the ointment. This medicine had an extremely strong adhesive property, a thin layer could stick the skin together like glue, Grandfather Jin applied a little medicine, then wrapped a bandage around his arm to cover the wound, and at the same time pulled out a few golden needles and rewound them after wrapping.

  "What is this medicine?"

  "Grandpa Jin: 'This is called Golden Fracture Continuous Glue.'"

  Bai Shaofeng: "What is Jin Chuang Duan Xu Jiao?"

  Grandfather Jin: "In the past, people who fought wars or escorted convoys often got injured. Injuries from swords and arrows were called 'golden wounds', and medicines used to treat golden wounds were called 'golden wound medicine'. There was a very effective golden wound medicine called 'Golden Wound Iron Fan Powder'. I removed two ingredients from the prescription of Golden Wound Iron Fan Powder and added nine more, which is now known as 'Golden Wound Discontinued Gel'."

  "Is it specifically used for treating scars?"

  Grandfather Jin: "That's not the case, since the wound has scabbed over, it means it's already healed, why add insult to injury and treat it again?... The golden wound medicine I've refined is originally a medicinal powder. If mixed with honey and kneaded into a honey pill, it can be taken orally to specifically treat internal injuries from blood stasis. If mixed with fragrant oil and pine resin, it can be applied externally to specifically treat knife and arrow wounds. When applied after an injury, it can stop bleeding and promote tissue regeneration."

  "What about treating scars?"

  Grandfather Jin: "If you want to re-cut the wound without leaving a scar, you need to add a medicine guide. You can't use honey or pine resin to mix with the medicine."

  "What medicine is it?"

  "Blood, human blood." - Grandfather Jin

  "Human blood? Then why did you want to stop the bleeding just now? Won't it flow out if we cut open the wound?"

  Grandfather Jin: "It's different, the wound bleeding outward will disperse the medicine powder, and the fresh blood that combines with the medicine powder needs to be processed. Take the fresh blood that has settled and half coagulated, its top layer with red and yellow alternating, and combine it with the medicine powder to form a golden paste. This ointment is extremely sticky like glue, but it will dry out after one day, so it can't be prepared in advance."

  "What will it take, then? How much blood?"

  Grandfather Jin: "In traditional Chinese medicine, sometimes it's hard to specify the exact amount of medicinal guide. Just look at the ointment in your hand and adjust the powder to this consistency. Use your fingers to stir it a bit, so that two fingers can stick together and separate with a little force, then the fire is almost ready. This small pot of ointment requires about two large bowls of fresh blood to prepare the medicinal guide."

  "Then whose blood did you shed? Was it Uncle Jiangmin's?"

  Grandpa Jin: "One person can't shed so much fresh blood at once, it's not his."

  "Does everyone else in the village have a little bit? It doesn't seem like it. Would killing a chicken be okay? Does it have to be human blood?"

  Grandpa Jin smiled and said, "This medicine requires human blood to work effectively, and it's best if it's the patient's own fresh blood. However, a large quantity is needed, and it can't be prepared in advance, making it difficult to obtain. Apart from human blood, there's another substitute that can be used - donkey blood. The blood used today is indeed donkey blood, two huge bowls of it are from the donkey at your house."

  Bai Shaoliu: "So it's the blood of a white-haired person, no wonder the donkey is breathing heavily. It seems to be in a bad mood today! ... Grandpa Jin, this medicine is so amazing, can you sell it for a lot of money?"

  Grandfather Jin was taken aback and nodded: "Sell money? Little guy, do you want to learn the skills of this old man?"

  Bai Shaofeng: "I want to learn how to make medicine."

  Grandpa Jin: "Want to learn? I'll teach you, listen carefully... This is the prescription. If you want to make a fortune with golden sores medicine, it's possible, but unfortunately, it's too expensive and not necessary. If you're making Discontinue Adhesive, you have to find a way to get fresh blood now... Wanting to use this to get rich is difficult!"

  Bai Shaofeng lost interest as soon as he heard that it wasn't about making money, and didn't remember the complicated prescription at the time. Seeing him not speaking, Grandfather Jin added another sentence: "You don't know how to use gold needles to stimulate acupoints, so even if you have the medicine, how would you treat scars?"

  Bai Shaofeng spread his hands and said: "How does one use a golden needle to pierce an acupoint?"

  Grandfather Jin patiently explained: "This is not simple, without a decade or so of effort put into it, don't even think about having this level of skill. Some people learn but can't master it. However, there's another way to do it. Don't cut open all the wounds at once, just make a small incision each time. This way, the bleeding won't be too much, and when the bleeding stops and the wound is half-healed, you can apply medicine. After applying the medicine, seven days later the scab will fall off along with the new skin that has grown underneath, and the scar will disappear. But during these seven days, especially on the first day, be careful not to stretch or move the wound."

  This is the scene that Xiao Bai relived in "Hui Hun Xian Meng". This time, he thoroughly remembered the prescription of Jin Tuan Duan Xu Gao. Although this magical technique was called Xian Meng, it wasn't a dream but rather a state of mind. As the state of mind dissipated, Xiao Bai also opened his eyes on the sickbed. Now, he not only marveled at the miraculousness of Qing Chen's imparted heart method but also focused more attention on the prescription.

  ……

  Zhuang Ru woke up and opened her eyes to find that it was already daylight. She saw Xiao Bai sitting on the bed, deep in thought. She quickly asked: "Xiao Bai, didn't you sleep all night? Why are you sitting on the bed so early?"

  Bai Shaoliu: "I'm fine, not sleepy at all. I have some good news, I remembered that prescription, help me get paper and pen, I want to write it down." What Xiao Bai said was the truth, although he didn't sleep last night, he really wasn't sleepy at all. Not only was he not sleepy, but his leg injury also felt much better, and his calf could bend freely again. He couldn't help but think of Qingchen's recovery from her waist wound when she was treating him at home, and how quickly the bullet graze healed, probably due to the meditation method of cultivating inner energy.

  Zhuang Ru got out of bed to fetch paper and pen, pulled out the small desk under the hospital bed, flipped it open and placed it in front of Xiao Bai, saying: "I'll help you go to the bathroom to wash up first, then we can write later."

  "Write it down now, I'm afraid I'll forget again later, you go wash up first."

  Xiaobai wrote a good prescription. Zhuang Ru took it over to take a look and said, "What a strange prescription! Half of the medicines are very common, but I've never heard of the other half."

  Bai Shaoliu: "As expected, there's a way, right? Don't worry, treating scars really has an amazing effect!... After finishing breakfast, go to the Chinese medicine department of the hospital and see if you can get all the medicines prepared."

  After finishing breakfast, Zhuo Ru took the prescription and went out. Xiao Bai stood up to move around his injured leg, feeling that there was no major hindrance, and unexpectedly had a therapeutic effect from practicing qigong last night. He thought of Baimao - what's going on with this donkey, it can reincarnate for three lifetimes as a donkey, and in this lifetime, it has to suffer the fate of being bled. Xiao Bai also needs to take donkey blood when preparing medicine.

  Just as I was lost in thought, Zhuo Ru returned with the director of the hospital's pharmacy department behind her. She held up the prescription and said: "Mr. Bai, I'm really sorry, but eight of the medicines on this prescription are not available at our Chinese medicine store...I called the pharmaceutical company and they also said that they couldn't find them."

  "Isn't there another way? Ask other hospitals?"

  Director: "It's the same, other hospitals also get medicine from pharmaceutical companies. I've asked several major pharmaceutical companies and none of them have it... Mr. Bai's prescription is very strange. I asked several senior doctors in the hospital, they've heard of these eight medicines, but only in old medical books. They've never been used in the hospital before."

  "Alright then, you first prepare the medicines that can be matched with the prescription, and I'll figure out the rest myself... The cost will be calculated separately, I'll pay for it, don't put it on the He Luo Group's account."

  Director: "The remaining medicine is actually not expensive, since Mr. Bai said so, let's do it this way."

  The director of the pharmacy took the prescription and left, and the hope that had just risen was poured with a basin of cold water. Bai Shaofeng held another copied prescription and frowned as he read: "Wen Wang's pen, solitary leaf double flower, three rivers central water... nine deaths resurrection grass." This is exactly the nine flavors of medicine added by Grandpa Jin later, but except for the nine deaths resurrection grass, the first eight flavors of medicine are not available in the pharmacy.

  Zhuang Ru's mood was calmer than Xiaobai had imagined, and she also looked at the prescription and said: "I don't know about other medicines, but 'Wen Wang's one branch of pen' I do know that it really exists. I saw it in a landscape documentary film. It is a specialty of Shennongjia in Jingzhou City."

  "It's easy once we know. We can go look for it and will definitely find everything."

  Zhuang Ru: "How long will it take to find out like this? I have a way, as long as these medicines are real."

  "Of course it's true, I've seen Jin Wan Duan Xu Gao with my own eyes... Eldest Sister Zhuang, do you have any good ideas?"

  "Nowadays what era is it? It's the information age with developed internet! I can post online to seek help, posting on several major forums and professional forums, there will always be people who have the medicine."

  "Still, Sister Zhuang you're smart, let's just do it this way. You post on the internet to buy it and leave my cell phone number as the contact number, that way it's more convenient!"

  Zhuang Ru: "But there's no computer here, this sickroom does have a broadband interface though."

  "Don't bother bringing your computer over, just go home and send it or find an internet cafe outside."

  Zhuang Ru: "I'm not in the ward, can you handle it by yourself?"

  Xiaobai stretched his legs: "You see, I've improved a lot. In fact, my body is stronger than most people's, and I recover much faster. I estimate that I'll be able to leave the hospital tomorrow."

  "Then I'll head home first and come back at lunchtime."

  "Go ahead and don't worry about me. You can just post some more websites, no need to come back at noon, just come back for dinner. If anything happens, I'll give you a call."

  Zhuang Ru put on her coat, turned up the collar, wore a hat and let down half of her hair, then hastily left. She definitely wouldn't go to an internet cafe but would head home instead. At noon, Xiao Bai called her and told her not to come to the hospital as he was fine. Just after hanging up the phone, the ringtone sounded again. Upon taking a look, it was a familiar landline number. After some thought, she realized it was the switchboard of the Xiangxi Risheng Hotel. Because Luo Xue had attended that banquet last time, Bai Shaoliu had called to confirm the schedule, so she remembered it.

  "Hello, who is this?"

  A man's voice came from the phone: "May I ask who you are? I'm looking for Miss Zhuang or Mr. Bai."