Chapter five hundred and thirty eight black mist above the head
"Mr. Minghui, how did you know I was at the airport?" Yang Huang asked.
"Oh, I've been looking for you these past few days. Later, Mr. Feng said that you were traveling, so I asked my friend at the airport to tell me that you would be back today. By the way, is this your daughter? Why never?
I’ve heard of it.”
"Oh, this is a child from an orphanage that I often go to. This time I mainly take her to play."
Mr. Minghui didn't ask any more questions.
Yang Huang thought to himself, it can't be just for a simple pick-up at the airport.
Then Mr. Minghui said: "Mr. Yang, I have an old friend. He has cramps in his legs and feet all the year round, and he has headaches from time to time. When the attack occurs, it feels like it is going to kill him. After so many years, I have found
I visited hospitals of all sizes across the country, but the test results were always the same: there was nothing wrong with my old friend.
Do you think you can go and have a look? If the matter is really resolved, I'll give you two million. If it's not enough, I can add more.
Mr. Minghui said happily.
In fact, he knew in his heart that since Yang Huang could save his life so easily, then his friend Yang Huang would also find a way.
Mr. Minghui took Yang Huang to a private residence.
This apartment is located in the west part of the National Forest Park, more than 30 kilometers away from the city center, completely free of the hustle and bustle of the city.
Xihai is famous for its private residences. There are many private residences here that are rented out, but only the private residences in the first district can enter and exit freely only by swiping a card.
It is noon now, and the sun is particularly dazzling. The sunlight shining in the forest makes the villa look even more unique.
Even Mr. Minghui, a man who has seen the world, feels that he will live here in the future and enjoy his old age peacefully.
Sure enough, rich people are surrounded by rich people.
Soon we arrived at the home of Mr. Minghui’s friend.
Yang Huang stood outside the villa and found that the roof of the villa was being gathered by a group of black mist. This must be the same problem faced by Mr. Minghui's friend.
Not far from the door, there was a young man in his twenties standing early. Next to him, there were some bodyguards in black suits patrolling outside the villa door.
Mr. Minghui stepped forward and introduced: "This is Zhang Liguo's eldest son, Zhang Jin, and this is the master Yang Huang that I told your father about."
Zhang Jin looked at the young Yang Huang in front of him.
Mr. Minghui had already seen the displeasure in Zhang Jin's eyes. He didn't want to repeat Yu Han's scene before, so he quickly adjusted his temper and said angrily: "Okay, Zhang Jin, hurry into the room and let Yang Huang give it to you."
Dad sees a doctor."
Zhang Jin looked like a lady from a well-known family and did not say much. Instead, he politely invited Yang Huang in.
As soon as I entered, I saw an old man in his fifties sitting in a similar wheelchair, panting.
"Li Guo, this is the high-ranking person I told you."
Zhang Liguo wanted to stand up, but he had to give up the idea of standing up because of his headache.
It took more than ten minutes to finally calm down.
Although the temperature in the room was already very high, there was a very exquisite stove built next to Zhang Liguo for Zhang Liguo to roast his legs.
"Have you seen that the people who torture me when they get sick don't look like humans or ghosts? Sometimes they really look like they've been cut off."
It sounded like Zhang Liguo had already wanted to give up on his illness.
Yang Huang looked at Zhang Liguo in front of him, and he could see what Zhang Liguo was thinking from his heart.
"Mr. Zhang, you are healthy, you are not sick."
"How is it possible? Otherwise, my whole body would hurt everywhere."
Zhang Liguo looked at Yang Huang with disbelief.
In fact, if Mr. Minghui hadn't introduced him, Zhang Liguo probably wouldn't have let Yang Huang in. Now after hearing Yang Huang's nonsense, he was even more determined to kick him out.
"Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
Zhang Liguo was stunned by Yang Huang's sudden question and looked at Mr. Minghui.
It seems like he is blaming Mr. Minghui for finding a charlatan for himself.
"Mr. Yang, what do you mean? I... must be a ghost."
When Zhang Liguo saw Yang Huang's firm eyes, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Then where do the ghosts you know come from?"
Yang Huang continued to ask.
"The ghosts I know can confuse people's minds, are ever-changing, omnipotent, and are afraid of light."
Yang Huang nodded and said nothing.
"Mr. Zhang, I can tell you clearly that there are no ghosts in this world. To be precise, there are no ghosts in this world as you imagine. This is just the exaggerated existence of human beings' natural fear of unknown things.
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Humans have three souls and seven souls. After death, the seven souls disperse first, then the heavenly soul ascends to heaven, the earthly soul enters the earth, and the destined soul enters reincarnation.
The soul of heaven is yang, the soul of earth is yin, and the soul of life is yang.
From the perspective of a cultivator, the ghost is actually a simple and weak energy body that cannot even be called a life.
Ghosts are not scary, because they were just weak mortals during their lifetime, and a little aura of heaven and earth only provides them with an opportunity to continue to exist in time.
When the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is exhausted, that is when they truly dissipate.
As a pure energy body, ordinary people cannot see their ghosts.
After Yang Huang's narration, Mr. Minghui and Zhang Liguo were even more confused.
Mr. Minghui asked politely: "Can Zhang Liguo's disease be cured?"
Mr. Minghui asked cautiously.
Yang Huang nodded and said yes.
Yang Huang stretched out his hands and put a few drops of water in the eyes of Mr. Minghui and Zhang Liguo.
The two of them immediately rubbed their eyes because of the discomfort.
"Can't wipe."
The two of them were startled by Yang Huang's shout.
Then Yang Huang once again put the spiritual energy water into their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, they saw clouds of black mist floating in the room.
The two of them were frightened and shouted loudly. Zhang Liguo even curled up on the sofa in shock regardless of his appearance.
With Mr. Minghui's experience and cultivation, he could be scared to death, which shows how terrifying this scene is.
Because the sound was too loud, even the bodyguard at the door couldn't help but look inside curiously.
"What did you do to my dad?"
Zhang Jin shouted angrily.
"Jin'er, there's something behind you."
Zhang Liguo said tremblingly.
"Dad, what did you say?"
Zhang Liguo immediately wiped off the spiritual energy water.
"Is this the reason for my illness?"
Zhang Liguo looked at Yang Huang in surprise and asked.
Yang Huang turned his head and told the two old Taoists not to be afraid. They were not even living creatures, let alone capable of hurting people.
But Zhang Liguo still had lingering fears. It was obvious that this scene completely exceeded his world view.