He knew that the two masters might die soon, so he had to hurry.
The problem is, he's already running out of money.
He needs money urgently.
Yun Kong walked over and thought: "I wonder what this family wants to see the Taoist priest for?" He was worried about gains and losses.
"Taoist priest, can you exorcise ghosts and catch monsters?" the maid asked.
Yunkong pointed to the white cloth trick in his hand. It only had the characters "divination and fortune telling, strange and complicated diseases" written on it, but there was no exorcism or monster hunting.
"But," the maid's eyes widened and she pouted and asked, "Don't Taoist priests catch monsters?"
Along the way, Yun Kong had experienced many dangers, big and small, and his life had been endangered several times, so he bit his lower lip and said forcefully: "No, I won't."
A voice came from behind the gate: "Mingxiang, why don't you invite the Taoist priest quickly?" It sounded like a middle-aged woman.
"Madam, he can't."
"What doesn't he know?"
Yunkong said: "I won't do what you want me to do."
"You don't know how?" the lady's voice said, "Then what do you know?"
"My recruitment is very clear. I specialize in fortune-telling and solving strange and complicated diseases."
"That's how it is. If you need patients, we have them too. Just come and treat them."
Yun Kong's intuition was that something was not right.
"May I ask if anyone in the family is sick?"
"He is my husband."
"...Why don't you call the doctor?"
"Please tell me, it's a rare and complicated disease that even a doctor can't cure."
Yun Kong had an ominous premonition, so he hesitated. Seeing that he couldn't refuse at the moment, he had to agree to help.
"This muddy water... I wonder how muddy it will be?" He regretted as he stepped into the door.
"Taoist, please come this way." The maid named Mingxiang led the way.
Yun Kong entered the door and saw the lady behind the door. She was nearly fifty years old, but not very old. She had a neat appearance and a calm demeanor, which made people awe at the first sight.
However, his face looks a little haggard, maybe because her husband is sick?
Mrs. Xu nodded slightly and smiled at Yun Kong as a greeting.
Yun Kong also nodded to her and followed the maid in.
The house is not big. After passing through the corridor, you arrive at a quiet study.
Although there is only a small courtyard outside the study room, it is full of greenery.
"Taoist," Ming Xiang said softly, "Just sit down." After that, he left gently.
Yun Kong was pacing in the study, looking east and west.
He saw the abacus on the desk, a stack of account books next to it, and the Four Treasures of the Study. The ink sticks were still on the inkstone, and the ground ink had dried into a thick layer of thick slurry.
He didn't understand why his eyes lingered on the abacus.
Yun Kong approached the abacus, flicked the beads with his fingers, and a bead immediately rolled out.
He picked it up and looked at it: "Walnut?" It was a dried walnut. The peel had dried and hardened, and the whole nut was black. It was obvious that the skin had been broken and the juice leaked out.
After walking only a few steps, I stepped on two more dried walnuts under my feet.
The doubts in Yun Kong's heart gradually expanded: "It is obvious that the master is sick, why did you bring me to the study?"
He walked out of the study and looked around the courtyard. Sure enough, he saw a walnut tree with thick leaves that covered the sky and brought shade to the courtyard. It must be a very old tree.
"Taoist priest..." It was the maid Mingxiang: "Madam, please come."
Yun Kong had no choice but to walk with the maid again. As they walked, they came to a bedroom.
Yun Kong thought: "This is the rightful master."
As soon as the maid opened the door, a cold air rushed over her, causing Yun Kong to take three steps back.
Cold air poured out of the room in an endless stream.
"No..." Yun Kong regretted even more, "It seems that the muddy water is getting muddier."
He steeled himself and let a stream of true energy flow throughout his body. Only when his body was warm did he dare to step in with confidence.
The light in the bedroom was very dim, but many people could still be seen inside.
Really a lot of people.
Men, women, old and young were all standing or sitting, including Madam Xu just now. Yun Kong counted roughly in his mind, there were more than twenty people.
The room was eerily quiet, no one spoke, no snorts could be heard, no one even made any movement.
If it weren't for some people rolling their eyes, Yun Kong would have thought they were all just wood.
Mr. Xu was lying on the bed, his breath was weak, and his face was like gold paper.
Yun Kong saw clearly that Mr. Xu was only a man in his fifties, but his cheeks were so thin that they were sunken.
"You..." He turned around and asked those who were standing still, "When did your master start doing this?"
Mrs. Xu's originally cold and lifeless face suddenly looked like a blooming flower. She smiled and said, "It was only two days ago."
"He... seems to be too frightened. Do you know the reason?"
"I know, I bumped into something."
"What is it?"
"Yes..." Mrs. Xu's smile gradually stiffened, "It's... those things..."
"dirty stuff?"
Mrs. Xu's face changed drastically, her face was livid, but she was still forcing a smile.
Yun Kong felt butterflies in his heart, so he avoided the sight of those people and felt Master Xu's pulse.
As he expected, the pulse was very weak and stagnant.
Yun Kong turned his head and thought for a moment, then looked at everyone.
"excuse me."
He took a deep breath and hit Mr. Xu on the chest with a palm.
Everyone was shocked, Mrs. Xu screamed, and a man appeared from behind and rushed towards the sky.
"Don't panic." As soon as Yun Kong shouted, the man stopped and let go of Yun Kong's hand.
Mr. Xu coughed hard on the bed and coughed up a mouthful of yellow phlegm.
Yun Kong hurriedly massaged his chest and pressed his other finger on his "human center".
Mr. Xu regained his consciousness.
However, Yun Kong also had more and deeper questions.
The man who had just rushed over had tightly grasped Yun Kong's arm with one hand.
When he grasped Yunkong, the hair on Yunkong's whole body stood on end.
Why do you feel this way?
The room was still cold.
Even if there is no such chill, the cloud sky will shudder.
He couldn't figure out why.
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After Mr. Xu drank a bowl of ginger soup, his breathing became much easier and he could sit up and talk.
"What is the name of Taoist Priest?..." he said weakly.
"The poor Taoist name is Yunkong."
"Yunkong?..." Although Mr. Xu was weak, his eyes were very bright. He looked at Yunkong with the shrewd eyes of a businessman, assessed his ability, and then said: "There is a demon in my home. .”
Yun Kong nodded and motioned for him to continue.
Mr. Xu slowly told the story, and then stared at Yun Kong, waiting for his response.
"To be honest, I don't want to help." Yunkong said.
"You do not want?"
"Yes...I'm sorry."
"Why don't you want to?"
"I'm busy, I'm on my way."
"In that case, why did you agree to save me?"
"Because your family forced me to come."
"It means... you are actually very curious."
"curious?"
"I'm a businessman."
"I know."
"And I have read countless people. I know you are a very curious person."
"This...I don't deny it."
"In that case, how about you stay here and see what happens?"
"No, I'm on my way."
"It's getting dark." Mr. Xu reminded him. Smart businessmen always easily grasp the key points.
Yun Kong sighed.
That night, he had no choice but to stay and talk with Mr. Xu.
Although Mr. Xu was recovering from a serious illness, he was very energetic and chatted endlessly.
It was precisely because of his endless talk that Yun Kong figured out the whole story.
It turned out that Mr. Xu went to a banquet four days ago for the son of a big businessman to marry his wife. The banquet was held at the host's home in the city, while the Xu family lived in the suburbs.
He was very drunk that day, so he was stayed by the host of the banquet and slept all night. It was not until the next day that he ran some errands in the city and returned home on a donkey late in the evening.
Probably because he was mentally weak, he felt dizzy as soon as he got home, but he only rested for a while. Worried that something would go wrong if he didn't sort out the accounts for two days, he simply got up and started processing the account books.
Yun Kongjie said: "Have you ever felt anything strange from the time you came home to the time you met that strange thing?"
"It's strange..."
Mr. Xu was still thinking about it when the door of the room was pushed open with a "ji" sound.
"Grandpa..." A child ran in.
Yun Kong's eyes were on the child, and he saw the child clumsily running to the bed and crawling onto Mr. Xu.
Yun Kong kept looking at the child subconsciously, and he couldn't tell why.
Master Xu asked the child to sit on the edge of the bed, touched his head, and said to Yun Kong, "My only grandson."
Yun Kong nodded and smiled kindly at the child.
The child looked behind Yun Kong in fear. Yun Kong noticed it. Looking back, he found that the child's eyes were on the yellow cloth bag placed on the Eight Immortals table.
