Skilled in managing a house

"Iezaki! Iezaki!" Seeing her son sitting up and opening his eyes, the middle-aged woman was overjoyed and shouted, rushing to the bed.

Master Ji Xian was even more confused. He had been busy for three days, but there was no effect. This guy woke up with just one talisman. At this moment, it inevitably made him a little uneasy.

"Mom" Hang Jiaqi said one word feebly.

"Mom is here, Mom is here." The middle-aged woman was ecstatic and burst into tears.

Meng Xing'er who was outside heard the shouting from inside and hurried in to take a look. When she saw Hang Jiaqi sitting up, she couldn't help but be surprised. She secretly said in her heart, so powerful!

"Mom." Hang Jiaqi wanted to say something, but before he could say a word, his body went limp. He had already sat up, but now he lay back down.

"Jia Qi! Ka Qi!" When she saw her son lying down, the middle-aged woman was so anxious that she shouted twice. Seeing that her son didn't respond, she had no choice but to look at Zhang Yu, "What's wrong with him?"

Master Ji Xian originally felt quite embarrassed, but when he saw that Hang Jiaqi lay down again, he was secretly happy and said loudly: "Amitabha, junior Taoist, your little Taoism is just a way of returning light, what's the use? Good, good, poor monk All the religious rituals were destroyed by you. Now you have killed people!"

Zhang Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him. He just took off the amulet on Hang Jiaqi's head and let the middle-aged woman watch.

When the woman saw it, she was immediately shocked. She had seen Zhang Yu draw talismans with blood before, but now, the blood-colored runes on it were gone.

She said in shock: "W-what's going on?"

Zhang Yu said: "He is now plagued by bad luck. My amulet can temporarily wake him up, which shows that he can still be saved."

The great monk said there was no way to save him, but Zhang Yu said there was some way to save him. As a mother, she naturally hoped that her son could survive.

The middle-aged woman immediately said: "Then take action quickly and save him."

"No problem, please wait a moment." Zhang Yu sat down by the bed and reached out to grab Hang Jiaqi's pulse.

He immediately felt that Hang Jiaqi's pulse was very weak. The monk also said that seven days would be of no use at all, and he would basically die in two days.

Hang Jiaqi's symptoms were also very strange. He couldn't tell what kind of disease it was. He looked at it carefully and found that there was nothing wrong with the three souls and seven souls.

Unable to detect anything wrong, Zhang Yu immediately scratched his eyes with his bitten finger. When he looked again, Hang Jiaqi's head was covered with black misfortune.

Although evil spirits and bad luck are both black, there are differences. Evil spirits can make people feel obvious to the touch, while bad luck is the same as the luck above the head.

Hang Jiaqi's health luck was dark brown, and he was already terminally ill. His other luck was completely gone. With his strong bad luck, it was absolutely certain that he was about to die.

Zhang Yu is certain that Hang Jiaqi's symptoms are all caused by bad luck. As long as the bad luck can be resolved, people can basically survive.

Seeing that Zhang Yu had been busy for a long time, the middle-aged woman said anxiously: "How is it? You hurry up and save him."

It is by no means an easy task to resolve bad luck, but with the improvement of Zhang Yu's knowledge and cultivation, he has now gained some insights, but he is not completely sure.

If it were Zhang Yu in the past, when encountering this kind of thing, he would definitely save people directly without having to impose any conditions. But this time I came with a mission, and I had to get the 5% of the shares.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yu said: "It is fate that your son suffered such a bad fate. If I take action to rescue him by force, it will definitely go against the laws of heaven."

"If you can't save it, you can't save it. That's true." Master Ji Xian immediately said with disdain.

The middle-aged woman didn't care about this and said quickly: "Then, you have to think of a way? No matter how much money you want, our family will give it to you!"

"This" Zhang Yu pretended to ponder, and then said: "Since the female believer said so, then I can only go all out, but I don't know if the female believer is willing to form a good faith with my Wudang Taoist temple."

When Master Ji Xian heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, "It's not too late to marry a good person who can heal, but I'm afraid you don't have the ability to cheat here."

At the same time, he also cursed in his heart, this place is obviously trying to steal business.

When Meng Xing'er saw Zhang Yu asking for money, she couldn't help but shake her head secretly. At first, she thought Zhang Yu was helping out kindly, but now she realized that this was not the case.

However, it is actually normal. If you go to the White Eyebrow Palace to find someone, you have to make good friends, so there is no way you can do it in vain.

"Okay! Tell me how much it will be!" the middle-aged woman said without hesitation.

As long as he can save his son, any amount of money will do.

Zhang Yu did not speak directly, but glanced at Master Ji Xian and the other monks, and said, "It doesn't matter if the others can avoid it."

"Who are you talking about?" Master Ji Xian was a little concerned about his image.

The middle-aged woman quickly said: "Master, can you go downstairs to rest temporarily and have some fast food?"

"Master." Seeing the woman say this, a young monk immediately winked at Master Jixian.

This means that we should withdraw now, since the Hang family has already given the money.

However, Master Ji Xian was dissatisfied. We took over this business first. Whether it can be cured or not is one thing. Now if you kid takes away the business, then we at Lingguang Temple will still be able to survive.

"Amitabha!" Master Ji Xian proclaimed the name of the Buddha and said deliberately: "Donor, this poor monk is temporarily avoiding this, let's see if he can cure the person!"

After saying that, he shook his cassock and walked outside coolly.

A group of young monks followed him out, and soon only Zhang Yu, the middle-aged woman, and Meng Xinger were left in the room.

"Jushi Zhang, can you tell me now, how many good friends have you made? As long as you can cure my son, just ask." The middle-aged woman said.

"As far as I know, your Hangyan Group owns 5% of the Jixiang Group's shares. This is an ominous thing. I wonder if you can give it to me, Wudang Taoist Temple." Zhang Yu said seriously.

Hearing this, Meng Xinger was stunned again. What does this mean? To find someone to build a trust with, you actually want shares, which sounds pretty good, but it's an ominous thing.

The middle-aged woman frowned slightly and said: "I don't know much about the shares. My husband makes the decision. Otherwise, you treat my son first, and I will ask my husband to come back and let him give you the shares."

"There's no rush." ​​Zhang Yu nodded slightly and said, "To cure your son's disease, you need a lot of things, and it will take some time to prepare."

"What are you preparing for?" the middle-aged woman asked.

"Wait a moment." Zhang Yu immediately found a pen and paper and wrote the names of more than 20 medicinal materials, and finally wrote 108 four-leaf clovers and his phone number. "Auntie, please prepare according to this. After you are ready, my team will have a game at noon today, so I need to go over and take a look. We will contact you by phone after we are done."

"Okay, okay, then come back early." The middle-aged woman nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Yu left now, and Meng Xing'er naturally wouldn't stay here. She came out of the villa with Zhang Yu, pointed to her Bentley, and said, "Get in my car."

"I have to go to the stadium." Zhang Yu said.

"I'll go take a look too and see how good your team is now." Meng Xing'er smiled.