"Aunt Zou, although your family has already broken off the engagement, you don't need to be such an attitude."

Seeing that the middle-aged woman had a bad voice, Meng Xing'er stood up.

Zhang Yu could judge that this woman should be Meng Xing'er's future old lady. Of course, I'm afraid there will be no chance.

He can confirm from the appearance of a woman that a woman will suffer from the pain of losing her son soon.

"What's the matter?" said the middle-aged woman, exasperated.

Her son was lying in bed and was unconscious. In her opinion, Meng Xing'er was the culprit, so she naturally could not be kind-hearted.

"I'll introduce you to him. His name is Zhang Yu, who is the manager of Wudang Football Club and is proficient in mysterious techniques. He learned that Hang Jiaqi was seriously ill, so he came to treat him." Meng Xing'er said calmly.

"Hello." Zhang Yu said politely.

The middle-aged woman looked at Zhang Yu and said, "You are proficient in mysterious arts. Can you save my son?"

Judging from her tone, she seemed to be unbelievable.

Zhang Yu smiled confidently, "I dare not be proficient in it. Mystery is vast, so I can only understand the basics. But in my opinion, it should not be too difficult to cure my son's illness."

"Ha..." the middle-aged woman chuckled, "It's very light."

"Auntie, it's too early to discuss whether it's light. My idea is that the son is in danger now, so why can't he let me try it?" Zhang Yu said.

"What you said makes sense, then okay, follow me upstairs." After the middle-aged woman said that, she walked upstairs.

Zhang Yu and Meng Xing'er followed and came to the third floor, where Meng Xing'er had just arrived.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Yu saw nine monks sitting on the ground knocking on wooden fish and chanting scriptures. He said in his heart that this can cure people.

When he was almost at the edge of the bed, the middle-aged woman glanced at Meng Xing'er and said, "Don't get close."

Meng Xing'er immediately turned around and left the room, feeling angry. Naturally, she also understood that the matter between Hang Jiaqi had to do with her, and she couldn't be tough even if she wanted to be tough. After all, if it was just a middle-aged woman who said that, that would be fine. Now even Zhang Yu said that, it really makes people believe it.

The middle-aged woman wanted to take Zhang Yu forward, but she didn't expect that the monk wearing a big red cassock suddenly said, "Amitabha!"

"Master Jixian, is there anything wrong?" the middle-aged woman said quickly.

"I said, when we cast spells and save people, no one should get close. Have you forgotten the donor?" said the monk.

"I remember...it's just...he said he could cure my son, so I thought about it...bring him here to try..." the middle-aged woman said quickly.

"Amitabha, the donor does not trust me... If he approaches me, it will destroy the aura here and make the son unable to wake up again. Don't blame me!" Master Jixian said seriously.

Sure enough, when he heard this, the middle-aged woman was shocked and dared not move.

Zhang Yu glanced at him and the nine monks sat around the bed, which seemed to be well organized, but they were not a formation at all. If he had magic power, he should be able to feel a little.

So, Zhang Yu deliberately said: "This master, I am a disciple of Jia Zhenren of Baimei Palace. Zhang Yu, a lay Buddhist in Wudangzhai, has not yet asked for advice."

I don’t have a name now, so I have to be a big one. This is the experience he summarized after entering the city.

As soon as he said this, the middle-aged woman was stunned. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yu had such a background, and he was from Baimei Palace.

Meng Xing'er outside also heard Zhang Yu's words, and she couldn't help but be surprised. She really couldn't imagine that Zhang Yu was from Baimei Palace. No wonder Shangguan Ning went there last time Wudang Taoist Temple played football last time.

Master Ji Xian was shocked and proclaimed the Buddha's name again, "I am Jixian, Lingguang Temple in Xizi Lake. Donor, since you have invited me to come to Lingguang Temple, why do you still invite people from the Taoist sect? If this is the case, I will leave!"

He has a very strong temper. When he heard Zhang Yu's name, his tone became even less friendly.

The middle-aged woman showed a look of embarrassment and didn't know who to listen to.

Master Jixian said arrogantly again at this moment: "Minister of Taoism, please leave quickly at this moment. Don't bother me to cast magic to save people. Life is at stake, I'm afraid you can't afford it!"

When Zhang Yu heard this, he said in his heart, this is really solid. Judging from what you mean, if it cannot be cured, it will all come to me.

Zhang Yu followed and laughed and said, "Master, I wonder how many days have you been casting spells?"

"It has been three days." Master Jixian said.

"How many days can a person wake up?" Zhang Yu asked again.

"Seven days!" said Master Jixian.

Zhang Yu can now see the young man lying on the bed, his face turned a little dark. He doesn't have to use the technique of observing the air. Zhang Yu can be sure that Hang Jiaqi is full of bad luck and will not live long.

"Master, you can only wake up for seven days? He is unconscious and may he starve to death in four days." Zhang Yu said with a lip.

"Ignorance junior, don't talk nonsense!" Master Jixian said arrogantly.

"Who is nonsense is not clear yet. But I can be sure of one thing. If I take action, he will wake up immediately. Do you believe it?" Zhang Yu said carelessly.

"Amitabha, don't speak loudly!" Master Jixian said angrily.

He then looked at the middle-aged woman again and said, "Donor, this junior has already affected my monk's casting spells. If the son makes a mistake, don't blame me."

When the middle-aged woman heard Zhang Yu say that her son would wake up immediately, she felt happy at first, but when the monk said this, she felt nervous again. I really couldn't say it, who would listen to?

In comparison, the monk is older and has nine more, so he looks more reliable. But Zhang Yu said he could wake up on the spot, which was more immediate.

"Who can't just talk? Otherwise, we'll see the real seal in our hands. I only need a talisman to wake him up on the spot. If it doesn't work, I will turn around and leave." Zhang Yu also became arrogant this time.

Seeing Zhang Yu swearing, the middle-aged woman looked at Master Jixian, "Master, why don't you let him try it? Just a talisman, very quickly."

"Ignorous junior, and I am arrogant. It will take seven days for me to help the eight disciples to wake up. He is just a junior, and it is ridiculous to dare to say that he can wake up the person on the spot! If the donor listens to him, please prepare for the funeral of the son. My Buddhist and Taoist schools have different practices. Once he takes action, it will inevitably have an impact on me. At that time, my monk's ritual will be difficult to accomplish!" Master Jixian was very good, so he gave the middle-aged woman a vaccination.

"Master is really interesting. Once I take action, I can affect your spell casting for seven days. It seems that this cultivation level is really limited." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"You!" Master Jixian was almost angry to death by Zhang Yu's words.

Zhang Yu laughed again, then took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket. He bit his finger and drew a talisman directly on it.

The middle-aged woman was confused and didn't understand what this meant. Zhang Yu's talisman paper was quickly finished, and then he grabbed the edge of the bed with a quick step, and slapped the amulet directly on the top of Hang Jiaqi's head.

"What are you doing?" Master Jixian stood up suddenly.
Chapter completed!