But Ding Jinzhi was struggling with his son Ding Jiying's condition when suddenly the housekeeper Ding Yurong reported to him excitedly: He had invited an expert from outside the world who would definitely be able to cure the second son's illness.
When Ding Jinzhi saw the visitor, he couldn't help but said with surprise and joy: "Oh? So it's you? Taoist Master Xian Yun!..."
It turned out that this Taoist priest with immortal style was none other than Taoist Master Xian Yun from Taiqing Temple, twenty miles east of the capital.
A few years ago, Ding Jinzhi came to his temple to consult for his eldest son Ding Jiwu's future; and He Chenglin, He Yuting's long-lost son, was taken in by him and later recognized his ancestor. Therefore, Ding Jinzhi has great respect and trust in this ancient Taoist priest.
Taoist priest Xian Yun smiled slightly and said, "It's just Pindao. Mr. Ding, are you okay?"
Ding Jinzhi sighed and said: "Oh! Don't mention it. The house has been troubled these days! Moreover, recently, my son Jiying has been unwell again. Although he has been treated everywhere, he still hasn't improved. The official is now There is nothing we can do, so we can only rely on Taoist Master’s skill to rejuvenate and rescue the child.”
Taoist priest Xian Yun said: "Master Ding's words are serious. I will make a decision only after Pindao has seen your son's illness."
At that moment, Ding Jinzhi asked the housekeeper Ding Yurong to lead Taoist priest Xianyun to check on Ding Jiying's condition first.
After a while, Taoist priest Xian Yun came back. Ding Jinzhi asked eagerly: "Taoist Priest, I wonder what kind of disease the dog has and how to treat it?"
Taoist Master Xian Yun twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is trapped by love, and is unable to let go of his lovesickness. As time goes by, he is depressed by love. That's why he becomes ill and bedridden."
Ding Jinzhi said with joy: "The Taoist priest is not only superb in medical skills, but also has uncanny calculations. He is truly a god! But I don't know how to treat the child's condition?"
Taoist priest Xian Yun said: "My son's illness is not serious. There are three pills here on Pindao. They are called 'Ningxin Ningshen Pills'. From today on, take one pill every day and wait three days to see the effect."
"Calming and Calming Pill?..." Ding Jinzhi glanced at Taoist Master Xian Yun with some confusion.
Taoist priest Xian Yun nodded confidently and said: "That's right. As the name suggests, it calms the mind and calms the mind, replenishes qi and nourishes blood. It is suitable for symptoms such as restlessness, depression, mental fatigue and physical fatigue. It is exactly suitable for your current symptoms! "
Ding Jinzhi was overjoyed when he heard this, thanked him repeatedly, and asked Ding Yurong to pay him a lot of money.
Taoist priest Xian Yun said with a smile: "Master Ding, you don't have to be like this. It won't be too late to collect the reward when your son's condition improves."
Ding Jinzhi sincerely praised: "The Taoist priest is indeed a man of great virtue and integrity, and is highly respected by everyone. I am highly admired by my subordinates."
Ding Jinzhi also asked the housekeeper to arrange a good room for Taoist priest Xian Yun to stay and treat him as a distinguished guest.
But it was said that after Ding Jiying took Taoist Master Xianyun's pills, his health improved on the first day, his energy improved on the second day, and on the third day he was able to go out for a walk.
When Ding Jinzhi and his wife saw that Ding Jiying's condition was eighty-nine percent better, they thanked God and were very happy.
That night, the couple were chatting in the room. Suddenly, the housekeeper Ding Yurong came in in panic. He said with a look of panic on his face: "Master and madam, something serious has happened! Second Young Master, he...he..."
Ding Jinzhi asked hurriedly: "What happened to him?"
Ding Yurong cried: "The second young master was fine at first, but suddenly he vomited blood and looked very painful!..."
Mrs. Ding screamed and cried loudly.
Ding Jinzhi felt a buzzing sound in the ground and was stunned for a long time before he remembered to ask the housekeeper to take him and his wife over to check on his son's condition.
Ding Jiying had calmed down by now. It was as if his muscles and bones had been taken away from him, lying on the bed limply and sickly. His face was pale, his eyes were straight, and he looked foolish and stupid. No matter how others called him, he didn't respond.
Mrs. Ding was helpless, lying on her son's body just sobbing and crying.
Ding Jinzhi went out and angrily ordered Ding Yurong to find Taoist priest Xianyun.
Soon Ding Yurong came back dejectedly, lowered his head and said: "I searched the entire Ding Mansion, but there was no trace of Taoist Xianyun."
Only then did Ding Jinzhi realize that he had been deceived, and thought to himself: This smelly Taoist priest is most likely a charlatan, here for money! So he hurriedly asked Ding Yurong to send someone to check whether there were any valuables such as gold, silver, jewelry, etc. in the house.
But the result of the reply surprised him: the whole family had not lost a penny, let alone valuables, not even a stitch or a thread had been touched!
Ding Jinzhi couldn't help but frown. He couldn't figure out what Taoist Xianyun's intention was in doing this.
He called Ding Yurong again and asked him angrily how he found Xian Yun, a stinky Taoist priest?
Ding Yurong's face turned pale, and he said tremblingly that he didn't know much about the old Taoist's background and origins. He was just a Taoist invited by Taiqing Monastery because he was eager to save people.
"Taiqing Temple?..." This sentence reminded Ding Jinzhi, and he immediately ordered Ding Yurong, "Bring more guards to Taiqing Temple and catch that stinky Taoist priest!"
Ding Yurong aggressively led people to Taiqing Temple, but what he saw was an empty, desolate and desolate Taoist temple! According to several passers-by and people nearby, the Taoist priests in the temple moved away several days ago.
Ding Yurong felt as if a ladle of cold water was poured on his head, and he was suddenly chilled from head to toe. He stayed for a long time, then dejectedly led his people back to ask Ding Jinzhi for help.
After hearing this, Ding Jinzhi was so angry that he could not speak for a long time. Thinking that his son's life or death was uncertain, and that the damn Taoist priest was missing, he got angry and scolded Ding Yurong.
Ding Yurong murmured repeatedly, trembling all over and unable to say a word.
Ding Jinzhi also sent people to invite famous doctors to diagnose and treat his son. However, none of the famous doctors could understand the cause of Ding Jiying's illness, let alone cure the disease and save lives; just like this, several days passed, and everyone was helpless.
Ding Jinzhi has been suffering from anxiety these days and cannot sleep at night. Lying in bed at night, I was tossing and turning, feeling very confused.
Thinking about what happened in the past few years, he didn't understand why he was so unlucky and had bad luck?
From daughter Ding Mengxuan to son Ding Jiying, they were originally two good marriages, but they were both dreams that were hard to come true. They have turned into what they are today. Is this all God's will?
Distraught, Ding Jinzhi put on his clothes and got off the ground, walked to the window, and gently opened the screen.
He saw the dim moonlight outside the window, mottled osmanthus shadows on the ground, and a gust of cool wind blowing. He felt a chill that penetrated his heart. He couldn't help but murmured: "What on earth did I, Ding Jinzhi, do wrong? God wants this to happen." Wait for me?..."
Someone suddenly sneered outside. Ding Jinzhi's heart suddenly trembled and he said sharply: "Who is it?..."
A person slowly emerged from behind the shadow of the tree. He was tall and tall, with an expressionless face. There seemed to be a chilling chill all over his body.
When the man came closer, Ding Jinzhi saw his face clearly and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Is it you?..."
The person who came was none other than the Taoist priest Xian Yun who had left his son Ding Jiying half dead, and he couldn't find him even after digging three feet in the ground these days!
At this moment, he suddenly saw Xian Yun appear in front of him uninvited, like falling from the sky. Ding Jinzhi gritted his teeth in hatred, and his bloodshot eyes almost burst out of fire, "How dare you come here, you stinky Taoist priest?"
Xian Yun's half-narrowed eyes flashed with a sneer, and he said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "I heard that Mr. Ding has been trying so hard to find Pindao these days. If Pindao doesn't show up again, I really feel a little bit too upset. Got it!"
Ding Jinzhi couldn't help but become even more angry when he saw his strange and sinister expression, and shouted repeatedly: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!..."
Xian Yun jumped up, like a ghost, and flew in through the window. He closed the window and then turned around and approached Ding Jinzhi step by step. A cold and cold light shot out from his sinister eyes, "Master Ding." , I advise you not to waste your efforts, your servants and guards are just a bunch of losers, they are vulnerable, they have already tapped my acupuncture points, so don’t expect them to come to save you again!"
Ding Jinzhi felt a chill coming from his heart. He stepped back and said, "You...who are you?"
Taoist priest Xian Yun said calmly: "My Taoist layman's surname is Li and his given name is Kaiming. He also has a Taoist name named Bai Yu. I wonder if Mr. Ding has heard of it?"
"Bai Yu?..." Ding Jinzhi's expression suddenly changed, "Are you the Bai Yu Taoist priest of the Tianxiao organization?!"
"Xian Yun" smiled and said: "Yes, it's Pindao. Master Ding is surprised, isn't he?"
Ding Jinzhi's face was ashen and he was speechless for a long time. It took him a long time to regain his composure and murmured: "You...what do you want?"
Bai Yu said: "Without him, Pindao, on the orders of Gang Leader Li, came here specifically to visit Lord Ding and discuss the matter of sincere cooperation between Lord Ding and our gang."
Ding Jinzhi's eyes suddenly shrank, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You want me to cooperate with you, huh, that's just a dream!"
Bai Yu smiled slightly and said in a somewhat mocking tone: "Why does Mr. Ding have to make such a proud gesture? In fact, we have already dealt with each other before."
Ding Jinzhi was stunned for a moment.
Bai Yu said calmly: "It turns out that the martial arts masters in your mansion, Luo Zhenyi, Xiao Yongnian, Jiang Chun and others, were all my Tianxiao people."
"What?..." Ding Jin was stunned for a moment.
Bai Yu's deep eyes instantly turned cold, "Master Ding, do you know how Luo Zhenyi and Xiao Yongnian died? They all died because they leaked the gang's secrets; Jiang Chun deserves to die even more, but this person is now committed to Lu Wenzheng My disciples can be at peace for the time being, but Pindao will soon let Lord Ding see the tragic end of those who betrayed me, Tian Xiao!"
Ding Jinzhi's face was dark and he said in a trembling voice: "Are you... threatening me?"
Bai Yu said slowly: "Master Ding said something serious. However, your son's life is at stake now. Master Ding loves his son so much that he can't bear to watch his son die in pain, right?"
Ding Jinzhi suddenly realized and said sternly: "Bai Yu, what kind of poison did you give my son?"
