Chapter 620 Master Ji Xian

"Aunt Zou, even though your family has broken off the engagement, you don't have to have such an attitude."

Seeing the middle-aged woman's unkind voice, Meng Xing'er stood up.

Zhang Yu could tell that this woman should be Meng Xinger's future wife. Of course, I'm afraid there's no chance.

He could determine from the woman's appearance that she would soon suffer the pain of losing a child.

"What's the matter?" the middle-aged woman said, suppressing her anger.

Her son was lying unconscious on the bed. In her opinion, the culprit was Meng Xing'er, so naturally she couldn't feel good.

"Let me introduce to you. His name is Zhang Yu. He is the manager of Wudang Football Club and is proficient in mystical arts. He learned that Hang Jiaqi was seriously ill, so he came for treatment." Meng Xing'er said calmly.

"Hello." Zhang Yu said politely.

The middle-aged woman looked at Zhang Yu and said, "You are the only one who is proficient in mystical arts, can you save my son?"

Judging from her tone, she didn't seem to believe it.

Zhang Yu smiled confidently, "I don't think I should be proficient. The Mysterious Sect is vast, and I can only have a superficial understanding. But in my opinion, it shouldn't be too difficult to cure your son's illness."

"Ha" the middle-aged woman chuckled, "That's quite easy to say."

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

"What you said makes some sense. Well, follow me upstairs." After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she walked upstairs.

Zhang Yu and Meng Xing'er followed behind and came to the third floor, where Meng Xing'er had been to the room just now.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Yu saw nine monks sitting on the ground, knocking on wooden fish and chanting sutras. He thought to himself that this could cure people.

When she was approaching the bed, the middle-aged woman glanced at Meng Xing'er and said, "Don't come close."

Meng Xing'er immediately turned around and left the room, feeling really angry. Naturally, she also understood that Hang Jiaqi's matter was related to her, and she couldn't be tough even if she wanted to. After all, if it's just a middle-aged woman saying this, then that's it. Now that even Zhang Yu is saying this, it's really hard to believe.

The middle-aged woman was about to lead Zhang Yu forward, but the monk in the red cassock suddenly said: "Amitabha!"

"Master Ji Xian, what's the matter?" the middle-aged woman said quickly.

"The poor monk said that while we are waiting to cast a spell to save people, no one is allowed to come near. Has the donor forgotten?" the great monk said.

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

"Amitabha, the donor doesn't trust the poor monk anymore. If he approaches and destroys the aura here, causing your son to never wake up again, don't blame the poor monk then!" Master Ji Xian said seriously.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman was frightened and did not dare to move rashly.

Zhang Yu glanced at it and saw nine monks sitting around the bed. They seemed to be well organized, but it was not a formation at all. If he had magic power, he should be able to feel it somewhat.

So, Zhang Yu deliberately said: "Master, I am a disciple of Jia Zhenren in Baimei Palace, Zhang Yu, a layman from Wudangzhai. I haven't asked for advice yet."

He doesn't have much of a reputation now, so he has to speak loudly. This is what he has learned from his experience after entering the city.

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged woman was stunned. She didn't expect that Zhang Yu had such a background and was actually from Baimei Palace.

Meng Xing'er outside also heard Zhang Yu's words, and she couldn't help but be surprised. She really didn't expect that Zhang Yu was from the White Eyebrow Palace. No wonder Shangguan Ning went to play football at Wudang Taoist Temple last time.

Master Ji Xian was stunned and announced the Buddha's name again, "The poor monk is Ji Xian of Lingguang Temple in Xizi Lake. Donor, since you invited me from Lingguang Temple to come, why did you also invite someone from the Taoist sect? If this is the case, the poor monk will leave!" "

He had quite a temper, and his tone became even less friendly when he heard Zhang Yu's name.

The middle-aged woman looked embarrassed, not knowing who to listen to.

At this moment, Master Ji Xian said arrogantly: "Junior of the Taoist sect, please leave quickly. Don't disturb me in Lingguang Temple to save people. Human lives are at stake, and I'm afraid you can't bear it!"

When Zhang Yu heard this, he said to himself, "This is really serious. Seeing what you mean, if the disease cannot be cured by then, it will all be blamed on me."

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

"It's been three days." Master Ji Xian said.

"How many days does it take for a person to wake up?" Zhang Yu asked again.

"Seven days!" Master Ji Xian said.

Zhang Yu could now see the young man lying on the bed, his face a little darkened. Zhang Yu could be sure that this Hangjiaqi was plagued by bad luck and would not live long without using the technique of observing qi.

"Master, do you think it will take seven days to wake someone up? If he is unconscious, he will starve to death in another four days." Zhang Yu curled his lips and said.

"Ignorant junior, stop talking nonsense!" Master Ji Xian said arrogantly.

"It's still unclear who is talking nonsense. But one thing I can be sure of is that if I take action, I can wake him up immediately. Do you believe it or not?" Zhang Yu said carelessly.

"Amitabha, don't talk nonsense!" Master Ji Xian said angrily.

He then looked at the middle-aged woman and said, "Donor, this junior has already influenced the poor monk's spellcasting. If your master makes a mistake, please don't blame me."

When the middle-aged woman heard Zhang Yu say that her son would be able to wake up immediately, she felt happy at first, and then felt nervous when she heard the monk say this again. I really can’t tell who should I listen to.

In comparison, the monk is older, nine again, and looks more reliable. But Zhang Yu said that he could wake up on the spot and get immediate results.

"Who can't just talk, otherwise we will 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's vow, the middle-aged woman looked at Master Ji Xian and said, "Master, why don't you let him try it, just a talisman, it will be quick."

"Ignorant junior, arrogant and shameless, a poor monk led eight disciples to do this, and it will take seven days to save the person. He, a mere junior, dares to say that he can save the person on the spot. It is really ridiculous! If the donor listens to him, then Please be prepared to take care of your son's funeral. Our Buddhist and Taoist families have different practices. Once he takes action, it will definitely have an impact on the poor monk. By then, it will be difficult for the poor monk to complete the rituals!" How good is Master Ji Xian! , directly vaccinated the middle-aged woman.

"Master, it's really interesting. Once I take action, I can affect your seven-day spellcasting. It seems that this cultivation level is really limited." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"You!" Master Ji Xian was almost angered 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 on it.

The middle-aged woman looked confused and didn't understand what it meant. Zhang Yu finished drawing the talisman paper quickly, and then rushed to the bedside, and slapped the amulet directly on Hang Jiaqi's head.

"What are you doing?" Master Ji Xian suddenly stood up.

The middle-aged woman was even more shocked, but what shocked her was still behind her. She saw her son lying on the bed suddenly sitting up.