"Iezaki! Iezaki!" Seeing his son sitting up and his eyes opened, the middle-aged woman was overjoyed, screaming, and rushed to the edge of the bed.

Master Jixian was even more confused. He worked hard for three days and there was no effect. This kid woke up with a talisman. At this moment, he was inevitably a little uneasy.

"Mom..." Hang Jiaqi said a word weakly.

"Mom is here, Mom is here..." The middle-aged woman was ecstatic and tears flowed out directly.

Meng Xing'er outside heard the shouts inside and hurried into the door to take a look. When she saw Hang Jiaqi sitting up, she was shocked. She said in her heart, "So powerful!"

"Mom...I..." Hang Jiazaki wanted to say something, but before she could say a word, her body softened. Her body, which had already sat up, was now lying back.

"Iezaki! Iezaki!" Seeing his son lying down, the middle-aged woman was anxious and screamed twice. Seeing that her son did not respond, she had to look at Zhang Yu, "What's wrong with him?"

Master Jixian thought it was quite embarrassing, but he saw that Hang Jiaqi was lying down again, and he was secretly happy in his heart and said loudly: "Amitabha, Taoist junior, your path is just a technique of returning to the light, what's the use? Good, good, I'm destroying my monk's rituals... You have killed people now!"

Zhang Yu was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he just took off the amulet above Hang Jiaqi's head and let the middle-aged woman watch it.

When the woman saw it, she was immediately shocked. She had seen Zhang Yu draw talismans with her own eyes, but now, the blood-colored runes on it are gone.

She said in shock: "What's going on?"

Zhang Yu said: "He is now in trouble. My amulet can make him awake for a while, which means he still has some help."

The monk said that there was no salvation, and Zhang Yu said that some were saved. As a mother, he naturally hoped that his son could survive.

The middle-aged woman immediately said, "Then you should take action quickly and save him."

"No problem, please wait for a while." Zhang Yu sat down beside the bed and reached out to grab Hang Jiaqi's pulse door.

He immediately felt that Hang Jiaqi's pulse was very weak, and the monk said that he would not use it for seven days, and he would basically die in two days.

Hang Jiaqi's symptoms are also very strange. He couldn't tell what the disease was. He looked at it carefully and found that there was no problem with the three souls and seven spirits.

Unable to find out the problem, Zhang Yu then stroked his eyes with his bitten fingers. After seeing that Hang Jiaqi's head was covered with black bad luck.

Although evil spirits and bad luck are both black, there are differences. evil spirits can make people feel obvious, and bad luck is the same as the luck above the head.

Hang Jiaqi's health fortune is dark brown, he is already terminally ill, and has no other luck. With that strong bad luck, it is completely certain that this is a dying person.

Zhang Yu was sure that Hang Jiaqi's symptoms were all caused by bad luck. As long as they could resolve the bad luck, people would basically survive.

Seeing that Zhang Yu had been busy for a long time, the middle-aged woman said anxiously: "How is it? Hurry up and save him."

It is definitely not an easy task to resolve misfortune, but with Zhang Yu's knowledge and cultivation improving, he has now gained some insights, but he is not sure.

If it were Zhang Yu in the past, he would definitely save the person directly and he would not have to go to any conditions. But this time he came with a task, and he had to get the 5% share.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yu said, "The man who can suffer this misfortune is due to fate. If I take action to treat him forcibly, it will inevitably go against the way of heaven."

"If you can't save it, you can't save it... It's the same as the real one..." Master Jixian said immediately disdainfully.

The middle-aged woman didn't care about this and quickly said, "Then, you have to think of a way? No matter how much you want, our family will give it to you!"

"This..." Zhang Yu pretended to be pondering, and then said: "Since the female believer said so, I can only do my best. I just don't know if the female believer is willing to make a good believer with me, the Taoist temple."

When Master Jixian heard this, he couldn't help laughing, "It's not too late for a good person to be cured, I'm afraid you don't have the ability to cheat here."

At the same time, he also cursed in his heart, it was obvious that he was robbing business here.

When Meng Xing'er saw Zhang Yu asking for money, she couldn't help but shake her head secretly. At first she thought Zhang Yu was kind to help, but now she realized that this is not the case.

However, it is actually normal. Going to Baimei Palace to find someone is also necessary to gain believers, so how can you do it in vain?

"Okay! Tell me how much it costs!" the middle-aged woman said without hesitation.

As long as you can save your son, you will be able to make a lot of money.

Zhang Yu did not speak directly, but glanced at Master Jixian and other monks, and said, "It has nothing to do with waiting for anyone to avoid it."

"Who are you talking about?" Master Jixian was a little reluctant to care about his image.

The middle-aged woman quickly said, "Master, can you go downstairs to rest for a while and use some vegetarian food?"

"Master..." When a young monk saw the woman say this, he immediately winked at Master Jixian.

This means, let's withdraw it now, anyway, the Hang family has already given the money.

However, Master Jixian was unwilling to accept that we would follow this deal first, and it is one thing to cure it. Now that you can steal the business, will we still be able to get involved in Lingguang Temple in the future.

"Amitabha!" Master Jixian said the Buddha's name and deliberately said: "Donor, I will avoid it for the time being, let's see if he can cure the person!"

After saying that, he shook his cassock and walked out gracefully.

The young monks followed out, and soon there were only three left in the room, Zhang Yu, middle-aged woman and Meng Xing'er.

"Mr. Zhang, can you speak now? How many good faith do you have? As long as I can cure my son, just speak." said the middle-aged woman.

"As far as I know, you Hangyan Group has 5% of the shares of Jixiang Group, which is an ominous thing. I wonder if you can get it to me Wudang Taoist Temple." Zhang Yu said seriously.

After hearing this, Meng Xing'er was stunned again. What does this mean? He asked someone to make a trustworthy person and actually wanted shares. It sounds pretty good and ominous.

The middle-aged woman frowned slightly and said, "I don't know much about the shares. It's all my husband who is the one who is the one who is responsible for it. Otherwise, you treat my son first, and I'll ask my husband to come back and let him give you the shares."

"No hurry." Zhang Yu nodded slightly and said, "It takes a lot of things to cure your son's illness, and it also takes some time to prepare."

"What are you preparing?" asked the middle-aged woman.

"Wait a minute..." Zhang Yu immediately found out the paper and pen, wrote the names of more than 20 medicinal herbs, and finally wrote 108 four-leaf clovers and his phone number. "Auntie, you prepare according to this. After you are ready, my team still has a game today, so you need to go over and check it out. After you finish, we will call."

"Okay, okay... Then you come back early." The middle-aged woman nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Yu said goodbye now, and Meng Xing'er naturally would not stay here. She and Zhang Yu came out of the villa together, pointed to her Bentley, and said, "Get into my car."

"I have to go to the stadium." Zhang Yu said.
Chapter completed!