"I'm a woman!" Lu Zongzhi flicked his sleeves and strode out of the courtyard.
He happened to bump into Butler Jia, who was coming in a hurry.
"How unbecoming is it to be so panicked!"
"Master, I have something to report."
"Don't bother with trivial matters, I'm very bored!" Lu Zongzhi looked impatient and walked away.
"It's none of my business, miss."
"Oh?" Lu Zongzhi stopped hesitantly.
The woman who was crying in the room stopped crying and stretched her neck to listen outside.
"A few days ago, Mr. Ling came to the house and said that he had a way to save the young lady. He specifically asked me to inform the master. It's just..."
Butler Jia's words stopped abruptly.
Lu Zongzhi looked disdainful, which made him unable to continue: "He is a young child who does not study well. He always thinks of some evil ways! If you want to make progress, apart from a good fortune, the only way is to study!"
The reason why Lu Zong said this was because the news about the young lady spread like wildfire. A group of people who knew little about medical skills and even cheated came to the house and feasted on them. However, they never mentioned the illness, and instead showed off their literary talents.
It seemed that he had recommended himself, but in fact it made Lu Zongzhi extremely annoyed.
"My son!" The house wailed again: "Your cruel father no longer cares about you. If you die, I will not live either. My poor son..."
"Okay, okay, what did the boy named Ling ask for?"
The crying in the house stopped again.
"I didn't make any demands, I just said that it might damage the lady's reputation."
"Why do you say that?" Lu Zongzhi was curious.
"Master Ling said that we need to find a spacious venue, and the lady... the lady can only wear obscene clothes and gauze." Steward Jia's voice became weaker and weaker, as if speaking out would damage Lu's reputation.
"Girls, reputation is too important, I..."
"My son!"
"No other requirements?" Lu Zongzhi gritted his teeth and asked.
"No." Butler Jia shook his head.
"Let's arrange it. A dead horse is a living doctor." Lu Zongzhi looked helpless and looked into the house: "Are you satisfied? You are crying every day, why don't you prepare some tall fences?"
"Master, what do you want this for?" The woman walked out of the courtyard with her little feet in hand, tears on her face drying up.
"Covering the courtyard wall, your daughter still needs some dignity!" Lu Zongzhi said bitterly: "If the boy Ling can't be cured, I will make him look good."
The prefect's mansion purchased a large amount of silk cloth and surrounded the small courtyard in the west wing to make it impermeable to wind and rain.
Even if you stand on the tallest tree, you can't see the scene inside.
For a time, it was rumored that the prefect had done something shameful, and the eighth wife said that the prefect's daughter was dead and it would be too heartbreaking not to announce the secret of Lu Zong's death.
Only Ling Muyun stood in the "high wall" with a look of astonishment.
"Master Ling, are you sure?" Lu Zongzhi retreated, leaving only his daughter's maid waiting nearby.
"I have 10%!" Ling Muyun said without any hint of mystery: "Mr. Liu has 80%."
Lu Zongzhi's face turned from white to black, then to white again. It changed several times in a short time: "Ninety percent?"
"There is still 10% in Huangqiu, but that 10% is crucial."
Ling Muyun did not tell her his guess, but instead made insinuations: "The lady's accident happened in Huangqiu. Mr. Liu watched the sky at night and thought that there should be no trouble in Huangqiu. He just didn't know whether Brother Ye could stop a group of people. .”
"Oh! Such a trivial matter is nothing to worry about!" Lu Zongzhi felt relieved and called out: "Jia Guanjia, inform the captain that from now on, there will be no movement of personnel in Huangqiu, otherwise, we will kill without mercy!"
"Yes!" Butler Jia responded through the door.
"Shall we start?" Ling Muyun asked.
"The prefect can move the gold to the courtyard, and I will pray to the gods for the method."
Liu Ziji wore a light yellow Taoist robe, just like a fortune teller on the street.
Lu Zongzhi nodded.
The eldest maid gave a slight blessing and helped Miss Lu out.
I originally thought that I would need to tie up the rope to prevent her from making a fuss, but seeing this, Ling Muyun saved herself some trouble.
Liu Ziji then ordered the eldest maid to help the Miss Lu family on the earthen platform that had been repaired urgently, and then began to burn incense and mount it.
Six dings and six armors are enough for the universe, and Tai Chi contains the three myriad things. Please ask Wenqing, the god of Jiazi, to avoid evil spirits! Hurry like a law!
As soon as Liu Ziji's spell was completed, a wisp of green smoke reached the sky, and then the green smoke glowed with golden light.
A statue of a god, holding a giant sword, with eyes wide open in anger, and a white tiger underneath, grinning with teeth, appeared in the courtyard.
Liu Ziji stood up and knelt down, his fingerprints flying, and the last one pointed at Miss Lu.
The white tiger followed the guidance and roared loudly.
I saw a figure appearing next to Miss Lu's family, and then I saw Jiazi Shen, who hurriedly got back into her body.
Let the white tiger roar like a dog-skin plaster and never show up again.
Miss Lu also started rolling on the stage, foaming at the mouth.
"Fellow!"
Before the opening of the altar, Liu Ziji urged Ling Muyun over and over again, thinking not to panic and not invite Thunder, but Ling Muyun looked confident and didn't take it to heart at all.
But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired, so he had to open the altar first. At this moment, seeing that the demon was stubborn, he had to roar out again.
Ling Muyun's handprints flew.
"Yushu! Shenxiao! Big hole!"
Three divine thunders came one after another.
Miss Lu's family hesitated for a moment, then straightened her body.
"Roar!"
The roar came again, and a short, thick soul shadow with two horns flew out of her body, turned into a stream of light, and ran away.
Jiazi God King Wenqing was neither happy nor sad. The giant sword in his hand suddenly flew out, circled half a circle in the sky, and fell straight down.
"Oh my god! Please forgive me..."
Before the stubby shadow of the word "ming" could be spoken, it turned into fly ash and dissipated in mid-air.
Wang Wenqing subdued the evil spirit and turned into golden light again, rising into the sky along the green smoke.
"Do you know Jiazi God?" Liu Ziji, sweating profusely, asked Ling Muyun with a puzzled look on his face.
There are many divine objects, which are inherently mysterious. To say that Ling Muyun knew Jiazi God is not just a guess.
"How could I know such an immortal?" Ling Muyun shook his head.
"I vaguely saw God Jiazi and glanced at you."
"Absolutely impossible."
"Miss, wake up, miss, wake up!" The maid's voice interrupted the conversation between the two.
Hearing this, the woman opened the door first and entered, followed closely by a group of maidservants wearing clothes and cloaks.
"Let's go. If you stay here now, you will really ruin your reputation!"
Liu Ziji urged Ling Muyun.
Ling Muyun thought that he was not a prostitute, but when he saw a woman wearing only obscene clothes for the first time, he felt a little strange.
Stay where you are for a moment.
It wasn't until Liu Ziji gave him a hand that he moved awkwardly.
After leaving the courtyard, Lu Zongzhi was waiting anxiously. When he saw the two of them, he quickly asked: "My little girl is awake?"
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!" Ling Muyun bowed and saluted.
"Ah? Thank you two immortal masters!"
In an instant, the grown man turned from anxious to bursting into tears. If there were no outsiders in the venue, it would probably spread to the streets.
It was said that the prefect Lu Zongzhi had become a daughter.
"Two Immortal Masters, please take a short rest. I will sincerely thank you."
"Miss, wake up!"
In a panic, Lu Zongzhi stepped into the small courtyard without arranging a place for the two of them to rest.
"My son."
This time it was Lu Zongzhi's voice.
"Go back to the inn?" Ling Muyun asked.
"Waiting for someone else to treat you?" Liu Ziji also looked helpless.
Lu Zongzhi's impoliteness was indeed excusable.
