When Jiang Wuchen was a teenager, he studied mystical arts with Zhang Tianshi for a period of time in Tianquan Cave.

So, he's very familiar with this place.

He was like a fish swimming nimbly in the water, scurrying left and right, and soon found the house where Zhang Tianshi lived.

When Sang Luo found Zhang Tianshi, Zhang Tianshi was carrying a Tai Chi bag, hurriedly locked the door, and turned his head to prepare to go down the mountain.

Jiang Wuchen saw that Zhang Tianshi looked like he was going out, and was about to ask, but before she could speak, Zhang Tianshi took the lead in questioning him.

"You little splash, your father is sick and lying in bed, and there is no medical treatment, why don't you hurry home to take care of him, what are you running around?"

"What?!"

Jiang Wuchen suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, his expression was empty, his expression was sad, and he was stunned in place.

He has been away from home for more than a month, and since he arrived at Cangyun Temple, he has either gone to farm and cook all day long, or hid in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read and study.

The mobile phone bill has not been paid for a long time, so the phone is stopped.

He didn't know that his father was seriously ill, to the point where he couldn't be helped.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wuchen only felt a sour heart, and a strong sense of self-blame and remorse surged up to the tip of his heart.

"Heavenly Master, my father, what's wrong with him?"

The corners of Jiang Wuchen's mouth hung into a crescent, raised high, his mouth tightened, and he tried to suppress his emotions that were about to burst into tears at any time.

Zhang Tianshi sighed, "I don't know yet!" Isn't this about to go down the mountain to check on the situation? ”

"I'll go with you!" , Jiang Wuchen blurted out.

Zhang Tianshi nodded, walked in front of Sang Luo, and then looked Sang Luo up and down.

After looking at it, Zhang Tianshi looked at Jiang Wuchen again, "This"

Jiang Wuchen hurriedly introduced: "This is my newly recognized master!" The hottest fortune teller on the whale platform is super powerful! My master is going home with me, and she may be able to cure my father's illness. ”

After hearing this, Zhang Tianshi smiled awkwardly, "Okay, then let's go." ”

As the owner of a century-old Taoist temple with a very prosperous incense, he has always looked down on these Xuanmen people who use the Internet to make a name for themselves on the Internet.

Most of these people have no real skills, and they will engage in gimmicks all day long to attract attention, and even more will defraud in the name of Taoist priests.

In his heart, he was actually very reluctant to go all the way with this kind of person, but since he was invited by his own son, he didn't want to say much.

Zhang Tianshi passed by Sang Luo and walked in front of her, without looking at her more.

But the disdain and contempt in his eyes were all clearly seen by Sang Luo.

Sang Luo sneered, didn't say anything, and walked along.

As long as this Zhang Tianshi could provide her with some useful information about her past life, she could endure this breath.

What's more, as Jiang Wuchen's half master, it is only natural for her to help his father heal.

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The Jiang family is different from other wealthy people, who mostly live in top villa areas or large flats with excellent views in the city center.

The Jiang family's house, halfway up a mountain on the outskirts of the city, is a self-built villa, and there are many residential village houses around.

As soon as he got out of the car, Sang Luo saw the Jiang family's chic single-family villa.

The three-storey zongzi-shaped villa is built with a single-sided glass wall, which is particularly eye-catching between the green mountains and green waters.

On the outside of the villa, there is a fence made of pear blossom wood.

There is a strange feeling of the collision between the modern and the ancient.

Ordinary people may think that this house is really generous and chic.

But there is only one question in his mind, if such a house encounters a sunny weather, wouldn't it blind the eyes of the surrounding villagers?

Jiang Wuchen pushed open the small door of the fence, and immediately a nanny came out to greet him.

"Ouch! Master, you're back! Madame is in a hurry! Is there something wrong with your phone? Madame has charged your mobile phone bill, but she still can't get through to your call. ”

Jiang Wuchen hung his head, "I often forget to charge my phone, and sometimes I don't look at my phone for days when I put it under my pillow." ”

His voice came back into the house.

Mrs. Jiang was wearing a white home dress, and ran out in a hurry, and when she saw her, she shouted at the top of her voice:

"You stinky boy! You know it's back! Your dad can't hold it anymore! When will you grow up to be sensible? ”

As soon as Mrs. Jiang finished scolding Jiang Wuchen, she suddenly saw Zhang Tianshi standing next to Jiang Wuchen.

As soon as she saw Zhang Tianshi, it was as if she had seen a savior, and she rushed to Zhang Tianshi without even having time to change her shoes.

"Tianshi Zhang, you can count it, please help my husband take a look! He's the way he is now, I'm afraid only you can save him! ”

Zhang Tianshi smiled slightly, and comforted Mrs. Jiang in an extremely confident tone, "Don't worry, you take me to see the specific situation of Mr. Jiang first, and then I will heal." ”

Mrs. Jiang smiled, then stepped aside, letting Zhang Tianshi walk in front.

At this time, Jiang Wuchen grabbed his mother's arm, "Mom! This is my master, and she's amazing! You should ask her to visit my dad too, maybe she can cure my dad too. ”

When Mrs. Jiang heard this, her face instantly became unhappy, and she looked at Sang Luo with a suspicious look, and after a moment of silence, she showed a smirk.

"This master, you also please."

In her heart, she had no good impression of this master of the rivers and lakes who abducted her son.

However, since her husband fell ill, the family has indeed invited a lot of Xuanmen people to treat the disease, but it has not been effective.

Since people took the initiative to visit and wanted to help treat the disease, it was not easy for her to shake her face, and she still had to have the politeness she should have.

The group came to the innermost master bedroom on the second floor of the villa, where Jiang Wuchen's father was lying on the bed, panting heavily.

As soon as Sangluo entered the house, he found that there was a lot of hair on the ground.

A family like theirs, generally speaking, would not be so unhygienic, this is that Jiang Wuchen's father is terminally ill, his hair is falling uncontrollably, and the family has no time to clean it.

Sang Luo approached the bed and looked at Jiang Wuchen's father's face.

His eyes were sunken and jet-black, his lips were purple, and he was constantly crying out for cold, even though he was covered with two layers of quilts.

Next to the bed, there was another Xuanmen person.

With his hands behind his back, he pinched the beads of small rosewood in his hands, turned his head to look at Mrs. Jiang, and said with a serious face: "Mrs. Jiang, according to your previous description and my preliminary judgment, your husband should have hit the gods." ”

After Jiang Wuchen heard this, a trace of puzzlement flashed in his eyes, "Mom, what's going on?" What is a collision god? ”

Zhang Tianshi also chimed in: "Lord Yuan, can you briefly describe to me what happened to your husband before he fell ill?" ”

Mrs. Jiang lowered her eyes, "As the saying goes, it's easy to please God and it's hard to send God, our family has invited God before, but some time ago, my husband suddenly smashed the statue." ”