my relatives are a bit much

Chapter 513
"Daxian, your reward."

Fan Zhan signed a check of 2500 million and handed it to Pan Haodong like a plague.

2500 million yuan is a bit expensive, but Daxian is so powerful, it is worth the price.

After all, life was saved.

Otherwise, if it were Young Master Zhang, the cat demon might be able to destroy it, but he would have to follow suit.

Young Master Zhang just entered the door and cocked an arrow. He did not know how fast he moved, without considering his own life safety at all.

The vivid and thrilling scenes prompted Mr. Fan to choose to save money and avoid disaster.

Otherwise, if Pan Daxian releases the cat demon, the consequences will be disastrous...

"Mr. Fan, feel free."

Pan Haodong accepted the check, and said with a smile: "In the future, if you encounter dirty things, remember to contact me to catch ghosts and eliminate demons. I am very professional. No matter what kind of monsters and ghosts, I can overthrow her in one go."

"sure."

Fan Zhancai repeatedly agreed.

As for what's in his heart, I'm afraid only he and Pan Haodong know.

Telepathy is no joke.

With a check of 2500 million in his pocket, Pan Haodong was in a very good mood. When he left, he even teased Mr. Fan's secretary, Tian Na, and made the big girl flaunt herself.

Mr. Pan's behavior became more and more informal.

In the elevator, Luo Jianlang approached Pan Haodong, licked his face and said, "Senior Brother, can I be your friend?"

Pan Haodong said with a smile: "The identity of a fellow disciple of Maoshan is not more reliable than that of a friend?"

"Uh, this..."

Luo Jianlang originally wanted to say that fellow students have relatives and are not as reliable as friends, but when he saw the dissatisfied master at the side, he swallowed his words.

"Ah Lang, cultivators are most afraid of greed, anger, and lust. If you want to inherit the mantle of my Zhang family, you'd better stop thinking about hugging people's thighs. People with impure thoughts, who have practiced for a hundred years, will be nothing but a bamboo basket to fetch water in the end." .”

Hearing Master Zhang Young Master's warning, Luo Jianlang didn't take it seriously; "Master, Senior Brother..."

First Young Master Zhang interrupted: "People are different. My nephew's Taoism is profound, and even a teacher can't match it. Where do you have the confidence to compare with him?"

"Uncle, it's absurd."

Pan Haodong replied.

During the chat, a group of three arrived at the ground floor parking lot.

Zhang Dashao and Luo Jianlang didn't have a car, Pan Haodong mentioned it casually, and they got into his car without being polite at all.

"Uncle, where do you live?"

"Kwun Tong Flying Goose Garden."

……

After half an hour.

Mr. Zhang's home.

Pan Haodong took a casual look and said, "Master, although your house is not big, it's quite unique. It's the first time I came to the house, so I'm sorry that I didn't bring a gift."

"Martial nephew, I'm very happy if you can come in as a guest. It's vulgar to bring a gift."

Young Master Zhang is suffering from cancer, and his time is running out, he doesn't care about things outside his body at all, he just wants to take advantage of the last few days to train the newly recruited disciples and inherit the mantle.

"Okay, then don't mention it."

Pan Haodong smiled slightly and changed the conversation: "Uncle, I have been practicing Maoshan Healing Technique recently. There are some things I don't understand. I would like to ask my uncle for some advice."

"Ah~~ I don't know much about healing techniques, so I may not be able to explain it to you."

Young Master Zhang immediately sat on the wax.

If he knew how to heal, how could he let cancer consume his life, and he would die of the disease at a young age.

"It's okay, let's try!"

Pan Haodong casually shot a white light into Young Master Zhang's body.

In an instant, a warm current surged all over his body, Young Master Zhang only felt that the pores of his body were spreading, a kind of comfort from the depths of his soul, which made him moan softly.

Zhang Xiaochuan, who had just returned home from get off work, immediately blushed when he heard his father's shameful voice.

"Dad, you...um, what smell, it stinks!"

"It really stinks!"

Luo Jianlang subconsciously distanced himself from his master.

Pan Haodong got up and said, "Master, if there is no accident, your cancer should have been cured by me. Put the hot water in the tank and prepare to take a bath! Go in half an hour, and it's useless to wash now."

"Nephew, you really gave me a big surprise."

At this moment, if Young Master Zhang still doesn't understand that the purpose of his nephew's healing technique is to heal himself, then he will live in the stomach of a dog in the previous days.

"Is it true that cancer can also be cured?"

Zhang Xiaochuan was dumbfounded, his round face was full of disbelief.

Luo Jianlang was full of joy, he looked at things differently from Zhang Xiaochuan, he only knew how to look at money.

If Maoshan's healing technique is really so good, concentrating on this technique can make him a master, and he will be supported and supported by the rich and powerful...

"You'll know after a while if you take your uncle to the hospital for an examination."

Pan Haodong smiled and said, "Master, I will visit you another day, so I will take my leave first."

"Ok."

"Xiao Chuan, send my nephew off for me."

outside the house.

Zhang Xiaochuan stopped in front of the car, looked at Pan Haodong beside him, and said, "I don't know your name yet?"

"Pan Haodong."

"Brother Dong, if my father's cancer is really cured by you, you can ask me to do anything."

"You can't talk nonsense, especially for men. Be careful to celebrate Mother's Day next year."

"..."

Zhang Xiaochuan was stunned for a while, then smiled lightly: "Brother Dong, you are so humorous, but since I, Zhang Xiaochuan, will keep my word, as long as you really heal my father and let me live with my mother next year." Festival, I am also willing."

"Hehe, I won't tease you. You are not my type, bye."

Mr. Pan walked very simply, without a trace of remembrance.

It can be seen that Zhang Xiaochuan is really not his type.

Zhang Xiaochuan was very angry.

However, the anger in her heart quickly turned into gratitude and admiration. The examination report given by the hospital that night showed that her father was in very good health and the cancer no longer existed.

Cancer has always been a terminal disease, and there is no cure, which can only prolong the life of the patient.

Late-stage cancer is as ferocious as a tiger.

It is completely expected that Pan Haodong can cure cancer with just a few gestures, and won the admiration of Zhang Xiaochuan, without any accidents.

Zhang Xiaochuan returned home with the test report, looked at his father Zhang Dashao who was glowing red, and said, "Father, Brother Dong is really a Taoist priest from Maoshan?"

"Of course, he is not a Taoist priest from Maoshan, so why would he call me uncle?"

Young Master Zhang was healthy and light, and his speech was much lighter than before.

After finishing speaking, he took out an apple from the fruit plate on the coffee table and ate it happily.

"But isn't Maoshan technique all deceitful?"

Since Zhang Xiaochuan went to school, he has always had a feudal superstitious prejudice towards his nagging father, although the relationship between father and daughter is very good.

But she never recognized her father.

I always feel that the Taoism learned by Young Master Zhang is a trick to deceive people and ghosts.

"Xiao Chuan, your father's cancer was cured by Nephew Pan's Maoshan healing technique, yet you still suspect that Taoism is a trick to deceive people. Have you lost your mind by reading?"

"I'm not, I'm just..."

"What's not, just? I think you're just stupid in reading. Tomorrow, I'll go to Master Pan's Supernatural Office with me and thank my nephew."

"Father, I'm not free during the day, why don't you invite Brother Dong to come to your house as a guest, and I'll feed him at night?"

"It's the first time to invite someone to dinner, eat noodles, do you have the nerve to mention it?"

"But I know how to cook noodles!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)