All-World Vision

Chapter 90 The Indirect Contest with the Yellow Turban Warlock (Final)

This may be an opportunity!
The middle-aged man thought to himself, then led the horse and followed the team into the county town.

On the relatively wide street, the sound of hawking, shouting, laughter, and the sound of carriages and horses can be heard endlessly. The man walked slowly along the street, and finally chose to rest at the Yuelai Inn.

In the lobby on the first floor, merchants, scholars, craftsmen gathered together, and the hottest news among them was naturally the county magistrate's offer of a reward for seeking medical treatment.

"What disease do you think Zhou Jian, the county magistrate, is suffering from? His whole body doesn't move at all?"

"Could it be bewitched?"

"Zhou Jian relied on his father as the county magistrate, but he actually robbed civilian women on the street, and ruined some innocent families, and those lackeys of the government didn't dare to take care of them.

So I boldly guessed that it must be that Zhou Jian committed so many evils that even the heavens looked down on him, so he suffered retribution. "

"Hey, you scholar has quite an idea. After thinking about it, I still think what you said is the most reasonable."

"Be careful with your words, aren't you afraid that your lackeys from the government will catch you?"

"Hmph, what's there to be afraid of, the body is not afraid of the shadow obliquely."

The hall was full of voices, gossips about Zhou Jian were leaked one by one, and rumors were also spread freely from the crowd.

"Guest officer, your meal."

After Xiao Er delivered the food to the middle-aged man's table, he continued to deliver the food with the tray in his hand.

It took the middle-aged man two or three quarters of an hour to finish a simple dish of boiled mutton and white rice. Of course, he also wanted to find out more about the magistrate Zhou Jian.

……

"Aiyo, aiyo, your county magistrate's wife is too impatient and overbearing, and you will beat her out as soon as it doesn't work."

In front of the house, a young man with oily hair and pink face was beaten out. After he came out, the young man continued to complain.

The servants swung their long sticks, and the oily-faced young man immediately froze. He ran towards the middle-aged man leading the horse with his head in his arms, and pulled him, saying:

"Uncle, come and judge, how can this medicine take effect so quickly, they are so impatient, if my medicine works after a while, wouldn't it be cheaper for others?"

The middle-aged man's face twitched a few times, and then he pushed the young man's hand away, looking like we were not familiar with each other.

The young man with oily hair and pink face shook his head and walked away with enchanting steps.

"Stop! Are you also here to heal my young master?"

"Yes."

"Do you know that a dozen people have already been beaten out by us?"

"do not know."

"Hmph, then let me tell you plainly, if you don't get well, you may suffer physical pain. If it's serious, the cell may be your home in the future."

"I believe in my medical skills."

The two servants took a closer look at the middle-aged man, and saw that the man had bright eyes, a square face, calluses on his hands, dressed in blue clothes, of medium build, and he was leading a healthy horse.

Maybe this person has some skills, the two servants thought to themselves.

"Okay, you tie up the horse first, and then I will take you in." A slave said.

After the middle-aged man tied up his horse, he followed the servants all the way through the gate, the main hall, and came to Zhou Jian's room.

As soon as the middle-aged man came in, he saw an old doctor giving Zhou Jian acupuncture.

The old doctor's head was dripping with sweat, and the speed of needle application became slower and slower. When he finished the last needle, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with trembling hands.

The county magistrate and his wife stared at Zhou Jian intently, how much they wished to see Zhou Jian move or say a word.

It's a pity that after a quarter of an hour, Zhou Jian's eyes had changed from hopeful to devoid. After going through all kinds of methods by more than a dozen people, he seemed to be in despair.

"Son, don't be discouraged, it will be cured." The county magistrate's wife caressed Zhou Jian's hand and whispered softly, but when she turned her head, she shouted impatiently to the old doctor: "Quack doctor, get out of here!" !"

The old doctor bent over and hurried away.

"You also came to treat my son? How can you treat my son with nothing? By mouth?" The county magistrate's wife stared at the middle-aged man, and then looked at the servant leading the way.

The servant panicked, he quickly knelt down and told everything about what happened before he came in, expressing that it was not his fault.

The county magistrate stared at the middle-aged man for a while, and said, "Then let him try."

"But..." The county magistrate's wife wanted to say something, but was stopped by the county magistrate's eyes.

The middle-aged man walked to the bed and touched Zhou Jian from head to toe. This calloused warrant made Zhou Jian's pupils shrink and goose bumps all over his body.

The middle-aged man nodded and seemed to have a general understanding of Zhou Jian's physical condition. He calmly took out a yellow talisman full of ghostly symbols from his arms.

"My lord, I still need a bowl of water."

The county magistrate motioned to a servant, and soon the servant brought in a bowl of clean water.

The middle-aged man put the yellow talisman in the palms of his hands and rubbed it vigorously. The yellow talisman burst into flames, and then the ashes fell into the bowl and merged with the clear water.

This "fire from the void" instantly shocked everyone present, and they all stood there dumbfounded.

The middle-aged man was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. He ordered his servants to fold up Zhou Jian's pillow and prepare to pour the talisman water into Zhou Jian's mouth.

Zhou Jian's eyes were full of panic, but luckily the county magistrate's wife stopped the middle-aged man in time.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

"Ma'am, this is naturally healing."

"You, you want me to drink your dirty water?"

"Madam, this is not dirty water, this is talisman water. It is our master's method of curing diseases. It can be said that the talisman cures the disease. Don't you want to save Mr. Ling?"

The county magistrate's wife looked hesitant, after all, the middle-aged man's method just now really frightened her.

The county magistrate took two steps forward, took a serious look at the Fushui, and dipped his fingers in some of the water. After a while, he said:

"Your Excellency, your surname is your name, where did you learn from?"

"Under Ma Yuanyi, as for the teacher, the county magistrate will naturally know if he wants to know." There was a strange smile on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth.

"Ma Yuanyi? Fu Shui? What's your relationship with the Yellow Turban?" The county magistrate frowned, staring at Ma Yuanyi and asked.

"The next one is the Yellow Turban Warlock."

"So that's how it is, that's how it is." The county magistrate murmured, "Okay, you can fix it."

The county magistrate's wife was startled and wanted to stop her. The county magistrate quickly grabbed his wife, and the two whispered to each other for a while, then looked at Ma Yuanyi quietly, as if they had acquiesced in his behavior.

Ma Yuanyi seemed to have guessed this would happen a long time ago. He smiled and persuaded Zhou Jian, and then Zhou Jian drank the whole bowl of talisman water cooperatively.

After a while, a trace of surprise flashed in Zhou Jian's eyes, he trembled all over, and everyone couldn't help being overjoyed.

But with just a tremor, Zhou Jian couldn't move again.

"What?" Ma Yuanyi's proud expression instantly froze on his face. He grabbed Zhou Jian's hand and said to himself, "How is this possible? This is a talisman I drew myself!"

(End of this chapter)