Taking into account the presence of Fahai, a Buddhist disciple, Mr. Wei hurriedly sent someone to ask the chef to prepare a new vegetarian banquet.
Fahai repeatedly declined, saying that practitioners should not be greedy for words, and a little simple food and drink would be enough.
But Mr. Wei refused to do so. The implication was that if he neglected his distinguished guests, he would be scolded in the future for not having a tutor.
In order to reassure the other party, Fahai had no choice but to accept this kind offer.
After dinner, after tea, the crowd of idlers were dispersed, and Wei Yuanqing suddenly showed a sad expression.
"The elder has mercy on me and please save my son's life."
Having said that, he was about to kneel down as he was pushing the mountain of gold to the ground of the jade pillar.
"Almsgiver Wei, just tell me what you want to say. If it is within the scope of your ability, I will try my best to help you."
Waving his hand and supporting Wei Yuanqing's figure with his magic power, Fahai hurriedly stood up from the Grand Master's chair. He spoke politely, but did not praise Haikou.
The art of hating victory does not lead to cultivation, but the caster often sacrifices his own flesh and blood to attract the lives of evil spirits and villains from outside the territory.
Although it is not as powerful as ordinary Taoist magic, it is so mysterious and mysterious that it is difficult to find out the source of the curse once it is caught.
Even if he is as advanced in cultivation as he is, he would not dare to speak too fully without thoroughly examining Wei Zixiu's situation.
"Little elder, please listen to me..."
After wiping the moisture from the corners of his eyes, the old man surnamed Wei told Fa Hai everything that happened.
The specific situation is roughly the same as what the scholar said before. Basically, Wei Zixiu's temperament suddenly changed after he passed the exam.
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In desperation, the Master of the Wei family had no choice but to order his servants to tie him up with a rope, and then sent people to guard him closely. He himself searched for medical treatment throughout Xuanping City.
Even though basket after basket of medicinal soup was consumed, the whole house was filled with an unpleasant smell of medicine, but Wei Zixiu's condition still did not improve at all.
With no other way out, Wei Yuanqing pinned his hope on praying to Buddha.
The self-proclaimed Taoist monk was beaten out several times, and even the eminent monks from Baiyan Temple advised him to make early plans and take care of his funeral after performing the ritual.
Just when Mr. Wei was about to despair, one night, a mysterious woman with a half-veil suddenly appeared in his study.
The other party claims that there is a method that can temporarily restore the eldest son of the Wei family to his sanity, but this secret method can only last for three years, and there is a high possibility that his temperament will change drastically.
But Mr. Wei, who was already desperate, would not care about this. He was so sick that he immediately agreed to give it a try.
After the woman made a three-year agreement with Mr. Wei, she entered Wei Zixiu's room alone.
It is strange to say that he witnessed the other party entering his son's room with his own eyes. Wei Yuanqing, who had been waiting outside the door all night, opened the door again in the daytime, only to find that besides his precious son lying peacefully on the bed sleeping, what?
The mysterious woman suddenly disappeared.
Master Wei, who discovered that Wei Zixiu had regained his consciousness, did not reveal anything about it. He simply lied that it was the eminent monk from Baiyan Temple who saved his son's life, and then offered him a thousand taels of silver as a token of gratitude.
When the monks of Baiyan Temple who were confused saw the income of real money, they didn't care whether it was due to their own merits or not. They accepted it all with great joy, and even shamelessly later spread Wei Zixiu's story everywhere to put it on his face.
gold.
As the days passed, even though his son's personality had undergone earth-shaking changes, Wei Yuanqing never criticized him too much because of his heartache and debt.
Anyway, the Wei family has a big business, and it is more than enough to support a prodigal son.
As for inheriting the family business, don’t you still have a second child?
But as the three-year appointment gradually approached, and the mysterious woman continued to disappear, Mr. Wei slowly began to become anxious again.
Now that I saw Fa Hai's magical method of crossing the river without getting his clothes wet, he was so shocked that he immediately placed all his hopes on him.
After understanding what happened, Fahai pondered for a moment and suddenly spoke.
"Can you trouble the donor to call the noble young master in and let the poor monk examine him before making a decision?"
Mr. Wei is perfectly fine with this.
A deep groan asked the old steward who was guarding outside to call the eldest son. The two of them sat in the hall and waited patiently.
Not long after, the mottled wine stains on his body were washed away, and a handsome young man walked in with a new look. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he destroyed the harmony of the artistic conception.
"I said, Dad, why did you call me over if you had nothing to do? I was just planning to go out for a walk to kill the energy!"
But his face was full of impatience.
Mr. Wei's face darkened, and he was about to have another attack. He was worried that Fa Hai was sitting nearby, so he had to put away his anger and put on a kind appearance.
"Cheng'er, come here and ask the young elder Fahai to check you out."
"I already told you that I'm not sick, and he's a kid with no hair on his head. What can be found through the examination? Dad, aren't you an old fool and have been deceived by him?"
With a sneer, Wei Zixiu's face was full of teasing, and the folding fan in his hand was leisurely knocked on the palm of his hand.
"You bastard, why are you talking to the little elder?!"
As soon as Master Wei slapped the coffee table, he was filled with anger and wanted to vent it out.
"Wait a minute, Donor Wei, please be patient. The young monk has already checked your young master's physical condition."
Fahai stopped Wei Yuanqing, who was about to find something to hit on his head and face with his hand, and Fa Hai spoke abruptly.
"This...little elder, why don't you take a closer look?"
Now even Wei Yuanqing felt that Fahai was a bit unreliable.
"There is no need to do anything else. Buddhism has celestial vision. I only need to see the deity and I will be familiar with everything. Just like you, Almsgiver Wei, because you broke your right leg when you were young. Later, even though you had the Xinglin Holy Hands to set your bones, you still stayed.
For post-diseases, it is very easy for old injuries to relapse in rainy days, and the pain in the affected area is difficult to stop, but?"
The young monk smiled slightly and waited for the other party to confirm.
"How did the little elder know that?!"
Mr. Wei looked like he had seen a ghost. The only people in the house who knew about this matter were him and the old housekeeper. There should be no reason for the other party to know.
"Amitabha~"
Fa Hai smiled and said nothing.
"Why don't you quickly say thank you, little elder!"
If he still couldn't react, he might really be meeting a master in the game world this time. Even this appearance was most likely the product of the opponent's rejuvenation. Wei Yuanqing could just find a piece of tofu and kill him.
At that moment, Mr. Wei, regardless of whether his traitor was happy or not, kicked him hard on the crook of the foot and forced him to kneel down, urging him with an angry look.
And Wei Zixiu was also stubborn, clinging to his neck and refusing to bow his head.
Seeing this, Fahai raised the corner of his mouth and was caught off guard by pointing a finger at his eyebrow.
"That's all, I'll help you again."
A little bit of golden light burst out, invaded the sea of consciousness, and turned into a sharp blade, strangling all kinds of evil spirits.
Mr. Wei, whose heart was about to rise to his throat, was about to speak out to stop him, but suddenly he found that the unruly look on his son's face slowly receded, and a long-lost clarity appeared in his eyes.
"Cheng...Cheng'er?"
When Fahai stopped, Mr. Wei quickly took Wei Zixiu's arm and asked tremblingly.
"The child is unfilial and makes his father worried!"
After kowtowing heavily on the ground, Wei Zixiu didn't say much, but his eyes already filled with tears.
Afterwards, Wei Zixiu bowed respectfully to Fa Hai again.
"Student Wei Zixiu, I have thanked the young elder. The elder's kindness will never be forgotten in this life!"
Raising his hand to stop Wei Yuanqing from wanting to thank him, Fa Hai coughed lightly.
"I only temporarily suppressed the evil spirit in his mind. If he wants to be completely cured, I still need to use my magic power to warm his soul."
"Then I wonder when the elder can take action?"
Regardless of whether it was rude or not, Wei Yuanqing couldn't wait to interrupt.
"Let's make it tomorrow."
After giving the father and son a meaningful look, Fahai spoke slowly and thoughtfully.