When Jiang Wuchen was a teenager, he studied mystical arts with Zhang Tianshi for a period of time in Tianquan Cave.
Therefore, he is 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, locked the door in a hurry, and turned around to prepare to go down the mountain.
Jiang Wuchen saw Zhang Tianshi looking like he was about to go out, and was about to ask, but before she could speak, Zhang Tianshi took the lead in questioning him.
"You little rascal, your father is sick and lying in bed and is running out of medicine. If you don't go home quickly to take care of him, why are you running around?"
"What?!"
Jiang Wuchen suddenly stopped and took a deep breath. His expression was blank and sad, and he froze in place.
He has been away from home for more than a month. Since arriving at Cangyun Temple, he has been either farming and cooking all day, or hiding in the Sutra Pavilion to read and study.
The mobile phone bill has not been paid for a long time, so the phone was stopped.
He didn't know that his father was seriously ill and that there was no way he could be saved.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wuchen felt a pang in his heart, and a strong sense of self-blame and regret surged into his heart.
"Tianshi, my dad, what happened to him?"
The corners of Jiang Wuchen's mouth drooped into a crescent moon, raised high, and his mouth was tightened, trying hard to suppress the emotion that he was about to burst into tears at any time.
Zhang Tianshi sighed, "I don't know yet! Aren't you about to go down the mountain to check the situation?"
"I'll go with you!" Jiang Wuchen blurted out.
Zhang Tianshi nodded, walked to Sang Luo, and then looked Sang Luo up and down.
After looking at it, Zhang Tianshi looked at Jiang Wuchen again, "This"
Jiang Wuchen quickly introduced: "This is my new master! The most popular fortune-telling blogger on Whale Platform, super powerful! My master also wants to go home with me. She might be able to cure my father's disease. "
After hearing this, Tianshi Zhang smiled awkwardly and said, "Okay, let's go."
As the leader of a century-old Taoist temple with great popularity, he has always looked down upon these Taoist people who use the Internet to gain fame and reputation on the Internet.
Most of these people have no real skills, and they will do some stunts all day long to attract attention, and some even commit fraud in the name of Taoist priests.
In his heart, he was actually very reluctant to go with such a person, but since he was invited by his own son, he couldn't say much.
Zhang Tianshi passed by Sang Luo and walked in front without giving her a second glance.
But the disdain and contempt in his eyes were all clearly visible to Sang Luo.
Sang Luo sneered and walked away without saying anything more.
As long as this Zhang Tianshi can provide her with some useful information about her past life, she can bear this anger.
What's more, as Jiang Wuchen's half-master, it was natural for her to help his father treat his illness.
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The Jiang family is different from other rich people. Most of the other rich people live in high-end villa areas or large flats with great views in the city center.
The Jiang family's house is a self-built villa on the hillside of a mountain on the outskirts of the city. There are many residential and village houses around it.
As soon as he got off the car, Sang Luo saw the Jiang family's very unique single-family villa.
The three-story zongzi-shaped villa is built with a single glass wall, which is particularly eye-catching among the green mountains and green waters.
The outside of the villa is surrounded by a fence made of pear trees.
There is a very strange feeling of collision between modernity and ancient times.
Most people may think that this house is so luxurious and unique.
But there is only one question in Sang Luo's mind. If a house like this encounters a sunny day, wouldn't it blind the eyes of the surrounding villagers?
Jiang Wuchen pushed open the small fence door, and a nanny immediately came out to greet him.
"Ouch! Master, you are back! Madam is so anxious! Is there something wrong with your mobile phone? Madam has recharged your mobile phone bill, but I still can't get through your call."
Jiang Wuchen lowered his head, "I often forget to charge my phone. Sometimes I leave it under the pillow for several days without looking at it."
His voice carried back into the house.
Mrs. Jiang was wearing a white house dress and ran out in a hurry. As soon as she saw her, she shouted at the top of her lungs:
"You brat! You still know how to come back! Your father can't hold on any longer! When will you grow up and become 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, she felt as if she had seen a savior. She rushed to Zhang Tianshi without even having time to change her shoes.
"Zhang Tianshi, you are finally here. Please help my husband take a look! He is like this now. I am afraid that only you can save him!"
Zhang Tianshi smiled slightly and comforted Mrs. Jiang in a very confident tone, "Don't worry, please take me to see Mr. Jiang's specific condition first, and then I will treat you."
Mrs. Jiang smiled, then stepped aside to let Zhang Tianshi walk in front.
At this time, Jiang Wuchen grabbed his mother's arm and said, "Mom! This is my master, she is also very powerful! Let her go and see my father, maybe she can also find a way to do it. Cure my dad’s illness.”
After hearing this, Mrs. Jiang's face instantly became unhappy. She looked at Sang Luo with a suspicious look. After a moment of silence, she showed a fake smile.
"Master, please invite me too."
In her heart, she had no good impression of this charlatan who abducted her son.
However, since her husband became ill, the family has indeed invited many Taoist practitioners to treat his illness, but with no results.
Since people take the initiative to visit and want to help with treatment, it is not easy for her to lose face, and she still has to be polite.
The group of people arrived at the innermost master bedroom on the second floor of the villa. Jiang Wuchen's father was lying on the bed, breathing heavily.
As soon as Sang Luo entered the house, he found a lot of hair on the ground.
Generally speaking, a family like theirs would not be so unhygienic. It was obvious that Jiang Wuchen's father was seriously ill, his hair was falling uncontrollably, and the family had no time to clean up.
Sang Luo approached the bed and looked at Jiang Wuchen's father's face.
His eye circles were sunken and dark, and his lips were purple. Even though he was covered with two layers of quilts, he kept shouting that he was cold.
Beside the bed, there was another Taoist person standing.
He held small rosewood beads behind 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 must be crazy. .”
After Jiang Wuchen heard this, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, "Mom, what happened? What is the God of Confrontation?"
Zhang Tianshi also echoed: "Master Fate, can you briefly describe to me what happened before your husband got sick?"
Mrs. Jiang lowered her eyes, "As the saying goes, it is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away. Our family has invited gods before, but some time ago, my husband suddenly smashed the statue."
