Chapter 1021 Resentment

Xue Liang asked in astonishment: "Mr. Ye, what kind of pen do you want?"

"Bring me a pen, give me pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Ye Bufan said again.

"oh!"

Xue Liang nodded. He felt that Ye Bufan might be trying to make a prescription.

Hua Chengye was a calligraphy enthusiast before and had all the pens, inks, paper and inkstones available. Xue Liang soon came to find him.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Bufan reached out and picked up a pen, covered with ink, and turned back towards the ancient painting on the wall.

Everyone who had just calmed down was confused again. What was going on? Is there such a cure?

Ye Bufan ignored everyone and came to the ancient painting. Without any hesitation, he began to write on it.

"Asking what love is in this world will teach you how to make love between life and death."

The font is not big, but each one is like a dragon or a phoenix, and it penetrates the back of the paper.

After finishing writing, he threw away the pen and said, "Okay."

"What...what are you doing?"

Xue Liang, Su Ruyue, and Alice were all confused as to what he meant.

Gou Yuanhua shook his head with disdain on his face. Even if he couldn't cure Hua Chengye today, there was nothing Su Ruyue could do.

Langley and Blanco burst out laughing: "Is this Chinese medicine? What a joke."

"Who said Chinese medicine is a joke?"

An old voice came from the side, and everyone turned around to see it. They were all shocked and opened their mouths with disbelief on their faces.

At this moment, Hua Chengye had already sat up from the sofa. There was no look of pain on his face at this moment. On the contrary, he was full of energy and energy.

If you hadn't just seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have believed that just a few minutes ago this was a patient who was in agony.

"Old man, are you okay?"

With a look of surprise on his face, Xue Liang quickly came to Hua Chengye's side and wanted to help him up.

"No need for help, old man, I can walk by myself."

Hua Chengye stood up on his own and strode to the front of the crowd.

At this moment, everyone came back to their senses. Could it be that what Ye Bufan said just now was not about the words on the painting, but about Hua Chengye.

But what does writing inscriptions on paintings have to do with curing illnesses?

"Young man, did you cure the old man?"

Hua Chengye didn't understand what was going on, but he had had a headache for so long and suddenly felt better. His intuition told him that it had something to do with the young man in front of him.

"Yes, I treated it."

Ye Bufan's expression

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Said calmly.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Blanco and Longley both shouted repeatedly, not believing it at all.

Hua Chengye also asked with doubts: "Young man, can you tell me, old man, what is going on with this disease?"

Although most of the people present did not believe it, when they heard his question, they immediately became quiet and wanted to hear Ye Bufan's explanation.

Ye Bufan said: "Mr. Hua is actually not sick. You are in very good health. The reason why you have a headache is entirely caused by this painting."

People present felt even more confused. What does the headache have to do with painting?

Seeing the disbelief on everyone's faces, Ye Bufan said again: "Old man, think about it, did the headache start after you bought this painting?"

Hua Chengye tried his best to recall it, and then said: "It seems that this is really the case.

I saw this painting in the antique market. Although it was not painted by anyone, the artistry is very good and it is indeed a very good ancient painting.

I bought it and hung it on the wall. Looking back now, that’s when I started to have a headache.

I didn't pay attention at first, thinking I was just catching a cold, but it turned out to be more and more serious. "

"Coincidence, this is definitely a coincidence."

Gou Yuanhua shook his head repeatedly. Although he failed on his side, he did not want to admit that it was Ye Bufan who cured Hua Chengye.

Su Ruyue glared at him fiercely: "As soon as Xiaofan stops writing, Mr. Hua will be fine. Do you think there are such coincidences in the world?"

Everyone found it incredible. Hua Chengye asked: "Little brother, can you tell the old man what the relationship between the headache and this painting is?"

After hearing his question, everyone stopped talking, looking forward to Ye Bufan's answer.

"Because the resentment in this painting is too heavy."

Ye Bufan said, "Actually, there is a story about this painting. In the Tang Dynasty, there was a down-and-out scholar whose family was very poor.

After failing the exams many times, he later made a living by selling paintings. Unfortunately, no one cared about his paintings at that time.

By chance, he met the county magistrate's daughter, and the two fell in love at first sight.

It's a pity that in that era when they were well matched, they were destined not to be together. Later, the county magistrate's daughter married away.

The scholar was so distraught that he devoted all his energy to draw a picture for the magistrate's daughter, which is the picture of a beautiful lady in front of him.

From then on, he held this painting in his arms every day, not thinking about tea or food, and died in depression. After his death, his powerful resentment was pinned on this painting.

Originally this painting was buried underground

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Many years ago, tomb robbers stole it not long ago, and it happened to fall into the hands of Mr. Hua. His strong resentment eventually caused him a lot of headaches.

If you hadn't met me today, you would eventually die of this resentment. "

After listening to what he said, everyone present looked dull. No one thought that there was such a story behind it.

Alice asked curiously: "Teacher, what role do the words you wrote above play?"

"Resolve the resentment, and if the resentment is gone, Hua Lao's illness will naturally be cured."

In fact, there are some things that Ye Bufan has not said yet. The soul of the scholar has never been reincarnated, but is attached to this picture of a lady.

Just now, Ye Bufan saved his soul while writing the inscription, allowing him to be reincarnated.

Gou Yuanhua shouted: "You are a liar by pretending to be a ghost. No one will believe you."

"I believe it."

Hua Chengye said without hesitation.

During the days when he had a headache, he often had hallucinations every day, seeing a young scholar and the woman in the painting of a lady.

Because of this, he believed that what Ye Bufan said was true.

"this……"

Gou Yuanhua looked embarrassed. Even the person involved believed it. What else could he say?

"Little brother, has I recovered from my illness now?"

Ye Bufan said with certainty: "I have recovered and will not do it again."

"Well, I will sell Baicao Group to you at a 50% discount."

As soon as Hua Chengye said these words, Su Ruyue and An Yimo showed joy, finally succeeding.

Gou Yuanhua said with a look of reluctance: "Mr. Hua, I think you should think about it carefully, maybe this is just a coincidence.

As long as you are willing to take action, I am willing to buy Baicao Group at a price of 8 billion, no, even 10 billion. "

"No need, I keep my word." Hua Chengye said firmly.

"this……"

Gou Yuanhua looked disappointed. He had been working hard for so long, but the result was all in vain.

"Mr. Hua, I am giving you free diagnosis and treatment. If you are reluctant to part with it, Baicao Group doesn't have to sell it."

Ye Bufan speaks the truth, but what he values ​​more is Huachengye's contribution to the traditional Chinese medicine industry.

"Young man, I have a lot of ambition, but I am also getting old. Many times, I have insufficient ambition and strength. It is more appropriate for Baicao Group to be left to young people like you."

After Hua Chengye finished speaking, he asked Xue Liang to take the prepared contract and signed his name.