Jun Shao's Transit Wife

Because of using the wrong skin care products, this woman's face has grown a lot. Many doctors couldn't cure it. By chance, she heard about An Chen, so she came to An Chen for treatment. Unexpectedly, the effect appeared after a few times. up.

Now, she is very much looking forward to the day when her face will recover.

An Chen didn't transfer luck to the woman, but healed the woman's face with medicine.

Not all situations require transshipment, if other solutions can be used, An Chen will choose other methods.

What's more, he studied medicine with Wu Zhongheng since he was a child, and even Wu Zhongheng was very satisfied with his medical skills, which shows how his current medical skills are.

After helping the woman apply the medicine, An Chen got up and went to the side to pack up his things, "Okay, I'll go first."

Wu Jun came to An Chen's side and said, "The lawyer you introduced to me last time was very powerful. He not only sent those people to prison, but also recovered the money that my uncle and the others were cheated of."

"You are well paid." An Chen went out after finishing speaking.

Wu Jun raised the corners of his lips and smiled. He knew that An Chen deliberately introduced such a powerful lawyer because of the reward he gave.

Having known each other for so many years, he already knew what An Chen was like. Although he was young, An Chen was indeed a person worthy of deep friendship.

Even if he didn't pay, as long as An Chen is willing to help, he will help him with the best he can.

An Chen didn't leave immediately after he came out, but went to find the monk who had led him the way before, "Master, may I ask, is Master Yixing here?"

"Here, is An Shi mainly looking for our group of masters?"

An Chen nodded, "Well, please help lead the way, thank you."

After that, An Chen followed the monk to a meditation room. At this time, a group of masters were sitting on the futon and beating the wooden fish. The monk led him in and then withdrew.

An Chen stood still and waited for a group of masters.

After about 5 minutes, a group of masters stopped beating. He opened his eyes and looked at An Chen who was standing not far away, and said with a smile, "Xiao Chen, what's the matter?"

"Master, I have something to ask." An Chen walked over and sat cross-legged on the futon in front of a group of masters.

"Please speak." A group of masters said.

An Chen asked: "Master Yixing, do you have the mantra of purifying your heart? Can you pass it on to me?"

"The Purifying Mantra? What do you want the Purifying Mantra for?" Master Yiyi said in surprise.

"It's useful." An Chen didn't explain too much.

It will be NO.15 soon, he is really useful.

Master Yiyi pondered for a moment and said: "Yes, but I have a condition. You need to come to me to copy scriptures, and you can copy the scriptures for 49 days."

"Yes." An Chen agreed without hesitation.

A group of masters began to teach him the mantra of clearing the heart, and an hour later, An Chen left the meditation room.

After he left, an old man came out of the meditation room. He sat down beside Master Yixing, looked at the direction An Chen left just now, and said, "In this day and age, such a young child actually needs a heart-purifying spell? What is his name? "

"An Chen, 17 years old this year." A group of masters introduced.

"So young? This age happens to be an impetuous age, but when you taught this kid the mantra of purifying the heart just now, I found that he is very calm, not at all like the mentality that a 17-year-old should have." Chen's appreciation.

Master Yixing smiled and said: "You are right, and I admire him very much, but he has a master, so don't think about it."

"Is there a master? What aspect?" The old man said with some regret.

"Study medicine." A group of masters said.

The old man shook his head repeatedly and sighed that he met too late.

An Chen, who was going down the mountain, didn't know that someone wanted to take him as a disciple after he asked for the Purifying Mantra.

After returning home, he locked himself in the room and began to silently recite a line of pure heart mantras passed down to him by the master.

On Monday, An Chen got up early in the morning, took care of himself and went to school.

As soon as I arrived at the school, I was called to the office by the principal.

"Transfer school? Why didn't I know?"

As soon as An Chen went to the principal's office, he was told that he was no longer a student of this school, and had been transferred to another high school, which was a noble school in Longcheng - Mingcheng Middle School.

"You didn't even know you changed schools?" The principal couldn't help being amused when he saw An Chen's unexpected expression, and when he saw that An Chen came to school with a messenger bag on his back, he knew that An Chen wasn't joking with him. Really, I didn’t even tell you when I transferred to another school.”

An Chen thought of something, took out his phone and looked at the names on the blacklist, and understood what was going on.

Probably because they called him, but they were all blacklisted by him.

Moreover, he has been reciting the mantra every day for the past two days, and his mobile phone has been turned off by him, so those people can't find him even more.

At the same time, his cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. He connected the call after glancing at it, and a man's voice came from the other end.

It's Chen Bingyuan.

"Chenchen, your phone is finally turned on. Thank you for everything you have done for the Chen family. Uncle Chen doesn't know how to repay you, so he wants to change you to a school with a better learning environment. Would you like it? "Chen Bingyuan said at the other end.

An Chen said calmly, "I don't want to transfer schools."

If Chen Bingyuan didn't transfer it for him, who could it be?An Chen was puzzled in his heart.

"But……"

Chen Bingyuan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by An Chen, "You just want Xu Wen to have a good life in your house, you don't need to thank me."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Chen Bingyuan looked at the phone that was hung up, with a helpless expression on his face, and Chen Luofeng on the side asked, "What's wrong? He doesn't want to?"

"Well, I don't want to." Chen Bingyuan said with a soft sigh.

Here, just as An Chen hung up on Chen Bingyuan, the phone rang again.

Looking at the note displayed on the phone, An Chen hesitated for a moment before walking out of the principal's office, and connected the call in the corridor outside.

"Chenchen, your principal should have told you, you are now a student of Mingcheng Middle School." The person on the other end of the phone spoke first.

"You helped me transfer schools?" An Chen frowned impatiently.