House Management Chapter 620: Master of Free Time

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"Aunt Zou, even though your family has already divorced, you don't need this attitude."

Seeing the middle-aged woman's voice is not good, Meng Xing'er stood up.

Zhang Yu can judge that this woman should be Meng Xing'er's future wife. Of course, I am afraid there is no chance.

He can be sure from the woman's face that she will soon have the pain of losing her child.

"What's the matter?" the middle-aged woman said, her anger.

The son is lying on the bed unconscious. In her opinion, the culprit is Meng Xing'er, and she naturally cannot have a good heart.

"Let me introduce to you. His name is Zhang Yu. He is the manager of Wudu Football Club. He is proficient in profound arts. He learned that Hang Jiaqi was seriously ill, so he came to treat him." Meng Xinger said peacefully .

"Hello." Zhang Yu said politely.

The middle-aged woman took Zhang Yu's eyes and said, "As long as you are proficient in profound arts, can you save my son?"

Listening to her tone, it seems that she doesn't quite believe it.

Zhang Yu smiled confidently, "I don't dare to be proficient, and the profound school is vast, so I can only understand the fur. But in my opinion, it should not be too difficult to cure Linglang's disease."

"Heh..." The middle-aged woman chuckled, "It's pretty light."

"Auntie, it is too early for us to discuss whether it is light or not. My thought is that Linglang is in danger now, so why can't you let me try." Zhang Yu said.

"What you said makes sense, well, follow me upstairs." After the middle-aged woman said, she walked upstairs.

Zhang Yu and Meng Xing'er followed and came to the third floor, the room where Meng Xing'er had been.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Yu saw nine monks sitting on the ground knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras. He secretly said in his heart that this would cure people.

When approaching the bed, the middle-aged woman glanced at Meng Xing'er and said, "Don't come near."

Meng Xing'er immediately turned around and left the room, really angry. Naturally, she also understood that Hang Jiaqi's matter was related to her, and she couldn't get tough even if she wanted to be tough. After all, if it's just a middle-aged woman who said that, that's all right. Now even Zhang Yu said that, which is really compelling.

The middle-aged woman wants to take Zhang Yu to move on, not wanting the monk in the red robes to suddenly say: "Amitabha!"

"Master Ji Xian, what's the matter?" the middle-aged woman said quickly.

"The poor monk said that when I cast a spell to save people, no one should come close. Did the donor forget?" said the great monk.

"I remember... it's just... he said he could cure my son, so I wondered... let him try..." The woman said quickly.

"Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor distrusts the poor monk...If he approaches, destroys the aura here, causing Ling Lang to never wake up again, don't blame the poor monk by then!" Master Ji Xian Said seriously.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman was startled and did not dare to move.

Zhang Yu glanced, nine monks sitting around the bed, seemingly organized, but not a formation at all. If you have mana, you should be able to feel a little bit.

So, Zhang Yu deliberately said: "This master, I am the sect of Zhenren Jia in Baimei Palace, and Zhang Yu, a layman in Wudangzhai, has not yet consulted."

I don't have a name right now, I have to say something big, this is the experience he summed up after entering the city.

As soon as these words were spoken, the middle-aged woman was taken aback. I didn't expect Zhang Yu to have such a background, it turned out to be from Baimei Palace.

Meng Xing'er outside also heard Zhang Yu's words, and she couldn't help but be surprised. She didn't expect that Zhang Yu was from the Baimei Palace. It's no wonder that Shangguan Ning went there the last time Wudaoguan played.

Master Ji Xian sighed, and the name of the Buddha proclaimed, "The poor monk is the Lingguang Temple of Xizi Lake Ji Xian. Donor, since you invited me to the Lingguang Temple, why did you invite people from the Taoist gate? If so, poor monk. Just leave!"

His temper is quite big, and when he hears Zhang Yu's name, his tone is even less friendly.

The middle-aged woman is embarrassed and doesn't know who should listen to.

And Master Ji Xian said arrogantly at this moment: "Little Dao Sect, you leave now, don't disturb my Lingguang Temple to cast spells to save people, life is at stake, I'm afraid you can't afford it!" /

As soon as Zhang Yu heard this, he said in his heart, this is really rigorous, depending on what you mean, if it is not cured by that time, it will all come to me.

Zhang Yu laughed and said, "Master, I don't know how many days have you been casting the spell?"

"It has been three days." Master Ji Xian said.

"How many days can people wake up?" Zhang Yu asked again.

"Seven days!" Master Ji Xian said.

Zhang Yu can now see the young man lying on the bed, his face is a little dark, and Zhang Yu can be sure that this Hang Jiaqi is suffering from bad luck and will not survive long without using the technique of watching the breath.

"Master, did you do it for seven days to wake people up? He was unconscious, and after another four days, he would starve to death if he didn't get it right." Zhang Yu said with his mouth curled.

"Ignorance junior, stop talking nonsense!" Master Ji Xian said arrogantly.

"Who is talking nonsense, it's still unclear. But there is one thing I can be sure that if I take the shot, he will wake up immediately, do you believe it or not?" Zhang Yu said grimly.

"Amitabha Buddha, don't want to speak out!" Master Ji Xian said angrily.

He followed and looked at the middle-aged woman and said: "Donor, this junior has already affected the poor monk to cast spells. If Linglang makes a mistake, don't blame me."

When the middle-aged woman heard Zhang Yu's words, she could wake up her son immediately, and she felt a joy at first, and then she felt tighter when she heard the monk say this again. I really can't tell you, who is better?

In comparison, the monk is older, with nine more, so it seems to be more reliable. But Zhang Yu said that he can wake up on the spot, which is more immediate.

"Who can't just talk about the mouth, otherwise we will see the real chapter. I only need a talisman to wake him up on the spot. If it doesn't work, I will turn around and leave." Zhang Yu also Be proud.

Seeing Zhang Yu's vows, the middle-aged woman looked at Master Ji Xian, "Master, or let him try, just a talisman, soon."

"The ignorant junior, who is not ashamed, the poor monk led eight disciples to do this, and it takes seven days to wake people up. He is a junior who dares to say that people can wake up on the spot, it is ridiculous! If the donor listens to him Yes, then please be prepared to handle the funeral for Linglang. My Buddhist and Taoist families have different practices. Once he takes action, it will definitely affect the poor monks. By then, the poor monks’ rituals will probably be difficult to complete!" Ji Xian The master is good, and the middle-aged woman was vaccinated directly.

"The master is really interesting. I can affect your spellcasting in seven days. It seems that this cultivation level is really limited." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"You!" Master Ji Xian was almost mad at Zhang Yu's words.

Zhang Yu laughed again, and took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket. He bit his finger and drew a talisman directly on it.

The middle-aged woman looked confused and didn't understand what it meant. Zhang Yu's talisman was drawn quickly, and he immediately rushed to the bedside, and the amulet shot directly on the top of Hang Jiaqi's head.

"What are you doing?" Master Ji Xian suddenly stood up.

The middle-aged woman was even more shocked, but what shocked her was still behind, when she saw her son lying on the bed, suddenly sitting up.