House Management Chapter 621: Make a good faith (eighth more)

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"Jiaqi! Jiaqi!" Seeing her son sitting up and opening her eyes, the middle-aged woman was overjoyed, shouting, and rushed to the bed.

Master Ji Xian was even more dazed. He had been busy for three days without seeing any effect. This kid woke up with a talisman. At this moment, he inevitably made him a little uneasy.

"Mom..." Hang Jiaqi said weakly.

"Mom is here, mom is here..." The middle-aged woman was ecstatic, and tears came out directly.

Meng Xing'er outside heard the shout from inside, and hurried in to watch. When she saw Hang Jiaqi sitting up, she couldn't help being surprised. She secretly said in her heart, so powerful!

"Mom...I..." Hang Jiaqi wanted to say something, but he didn't wait to say a word, his body softened, and he was sitting up, now Lie back.

"Jiaqi! Jiaqi!" Seeing her son lying down, the middle-aged woman was anxious and called twice. Seeing that her son did not respond, she had to look at Zhang Yu, "What happened to him?"

Master Ji Xian originally felt quite ashamed. It can be seen that Hang Jiaqi lay down again, secretly happy in his heart, and said loudly: "Amitabha Buddha, Dao Sect junior, your path is just a technique of rejuvenating light, what great use is it. Good, good. , The rituals of the poor monks have been destroyed by you...You are killing people now!"

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

When the woman looked at it, she was shocked again. She had seen Zhang Yu draw a rune with blood before, but now, the blood rune on it is gone.

She said in shock: "What, what is going on?"

Zhang Yu said: "He is now in bad luck. My amulet can make him temporarily sober, indicating that he still has rescue."

The great monk said that he was not saved, and Zhang Yu said that some were saved. As a mother, he naturally hopes that his son can live.

The middle-aged woman immediately said: "Then you quickly shoot and save him."

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

He immediately felt that Hang Jiaqi's pulse condition was very weak. The great monk said that seven days would not be used at all, and it would basically be dead after another two days.

Hang Jiaqi's symptoms are also very strange. He can't tell what the disease is. He carefully checked, and there is no problem with the three souls and seven souls.

He couldn't find the problem, Zhang Yu immediately swiped in front of his eyes with his bitten finger, and again, Hang Jiaqi's head was covered with black doom.

Although evil spirits and bad luck are both black, there is a difference. evil spirits can make people feel obvious, and bad luck is just like the luck on the head.

Hangjiaqi’s health was dark brown, and he was already dying. There was no other air luck. With that strong bad luck, it was absolutely certain that he was a dying person.

Zhang Yu can be sure that the symptoms of Hangjiaqi are caused by bad luck. As long as the bad luck can be resolved, people can basically survive.

Seeing that Zhang Yu has been busy for a long time, the middle-aged woman said anxiously: "How? You quickly 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 level, he now has a glimpse of some ways, but he is not fully sure.

If it was Zhang Yu before, he would definitely save people directly when he encountered this kind of thing, and he didn't need to set any conditions. But when I came this time, it came with a task, and I had to get the 5% of the shares.

Hesitated for a while, Zhang Yu said: "Ling Lang can suffer from this bad luck because of his fate. If I act forcibly to treat him, it will definitely violate the way of heaven."

"If you can't save it, you can't save it...it's the same as the real..." Master Ji Xian said immediately with disdain.

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

"This..." Zhang Yu pretended to indulge, and then said: "If the female believer said so, then I have to go all out, but I don't know whether the female believer is willing to join me in the Taoist temple. Good faith."

As soon as Master Ji Xian heard this, he couldn't help but laughed, "It won't be too late for a good person who can be cured, I'm afraid you don't have the ability to swindle here."

At the same time, he also cursed in his heart, here is clearly robbing business.

Meng Xinger secretly shook his head when Zhang Yu asked for money. At first she thought that Zhang Yu was kindly helping, but now she realized that this was not the case.

However, it's actually normal. Going to the White Eyebrow Palace to find someone is also to be a believable person.

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

As long as you can save your son, any money will come.

Zhang Yu did not speak directly, but glanced at Master Ji Xian and waited for a group of monks, and said: "It is irrelevant to wait for someone to avoid it."

"Who do you mean?" Master Ji Xian was a little bit careless about his image.

The middle-aged woman hurriedly said: "Master, can I go downstairs for a while and take some fast food."

"Master..." A young monk saw the woman say this, and immediately winked at Master Ji Xian.

This means, let's withdraw now, anyway, the Hang family has already given the money.

However, Master Ji Xian was unconvinced. This transaction is our first and next step. Whether it can be cured is one thing. Now let your kid rob the business, and then our Lingguang Temple will not be mixed up.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Master Ji Xian declared the Buddha's name and deliberately said: "Donor, the poor monk temporarily avoids, let's see if he can heal people!"

After finishing speaking, he shook his robes and walked outside freely.

A group of young monks followed out, and soon there were three left in the room: Zhang Yu, a middle-aged woman, and Meng Xing'er.

"Jushi Zhang, can you tell me now, how much faith do you have? As long as you can cure my son, just speak up." The middle-aged woman said.

"As far as I know, you have 5% of Jixiang Group's shares in the hands of Hangzhou Tobacco Group. This is an ominous thing. I don't know if I can tie it to me." Zhang Yu said solemnly.

After hearing this, Meng Xing'er was taken aback again. What does this mean? Looking for someone to make good faith, it turned out to be for shares, which is pretty nice and ominous.

The middle-aged woman frowned slightly, and said, "I don’t know about the shares. It’s my husband. Otherwise, you will treat my son first, and I will ask my husband to come back and let him give you the shares. ."

"Not in a hurry." Zhang Yu nodded slightly and said, "You need a lot of things to cure your son's disease, and it will take some time to prepare."

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

"Wait a minute..." Zhang Yu immediately found paper and pen, wrote the names of more than 20 medicinal materials, and finally wrote 108 four-leaf clover and his own phone number. "Auntie, you prepare according to this. After you are ready, my team still has a game at noon today. I need to go over and check it out. After we finish, let's call."

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

Zhang Yu will leave now. Naturally, Meng Xing'er will not stay here. She and Zhang Yu went out of the villa together, pointed to her Bentley, and said, "Get in my car."

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

"I will also go and see how good your team is now." Meng Xinger laughed.