Zhou Fengchen couldn't just leave, turned around and said, "You guys...... Which one is this? ”

The old lady was pitiful and said, "Can you save my son?"

Zhou Fengchen asked, "What's wrong with your son?" Who told you that I could be saved? ”

The old lady said: "My son has been asleep for half a year, he only closes his eyes and laughs every day, and he can't find anything wrong with going to many hospitals. He also asked if there is anyone in our family who has been bedridden for a long time? ”

Zhou Fengchen sneered, what kind of bullshit old immortal, eighty percent of them are fake Yuanzhi monks, and asked, "And then?"

A middle-aged woman next to the old lady cried and cried, and rushed to say, "As soon as we heard it, what we said was true, so we asked the old fairy what to do, the old fairy said that his mana was limited and he couldn't do anything, but don't panic, this fairy pinched his fingers, your family has a big opportunity, chance, between eight and nine o'clock tonight, there will be a strong Taoist master passing by, this master looks like he is in his twenties, about 1.75 meters tall, his hair is a little long, and he has a single eyelid, you beg him, his attitude must be sincere, and he must be stopped no matter what. He is the only one in the world who can save your family! Remember! ”

The old lady seemed to remember something, and said, "That's right! He also said that this Taoist chief's surname is Zhou! You're Master Zhou, right? ”

Zhou Fengchen patted his brain, this is a plot that only appears in fairy novels, the grandson of fake Yuanzhi is really good at nonsense!

He looked around and scolded, "You wicked obstacle! Play Lao Tzu, right? When I was caught by Lao Tzu, I didn't peel your skin and pump your tendons! ”

A group of people didn't know why the "master" suddenly got angry, they were all startled, and after thinking about it, the master was a fairy, and eighty percent was scolding the monsters at home, and they couldn't help but look back at the courtyard.

The old lady even winked, and a young man crept into the house, and soon ran back again, shaking his head with a sad face.

The old lady stepped out and hugged Zhou Fengchen's thigh, "Master! Daisen! You are the fate of our family, I don't care, you must save my son. ”

A few people in the back were eager to try, and they also wanted to pounce and hug the fairy thighs.

Zhou Fengchen looked at it, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave today, what the hell is this?

Can't the hospital see the problem? He gritted his teeth: "Let's talk about it first, if there is any incurable disease, I am not a doctor and I am not sure, but if it is cured, for no reason, I can't help you at will, 10,000 yuan, even if you are small!"

"Yes!" The old lady's eyes lit up, and she took out 10,000 yuan from her body and handed it over, "Give it to you first!" ”

After taking the money, Zhou Fengchen felt much more comfortable, and helped the old lady up, "Let's go in and have a look!" ”

A group of people surrounded Zhou Fengchen and entered the small western-style building in an uproar.

A bedroom on the second floor is filled with the smell of Chinese medicine, and there is a middle-aged man lying on the bed, with thin cheeks and a grin inadvertently, which looks very weird.

"Master, ......what do you see," the old lady asked with a wrinkled face.

A group of people were also staring at Zhou Fengchen with burning eyes.

I saw that Zhou Fengchen's eyes turned red in an instant, he glanced twice in the room, and finally stayed on a landscape painting for a while, his eyes returned to normal, and then pinched his handprint, put it to his ear, listened quietly for a while, smiled lightly, walked to the sofa in the hall with his hands behind his back and sat down.

"Master......" The old lady came up with a group of people again, "my son...... What the hell happened to him? ”

Zhou Fengchen took out a talisman and beckoned a young man, "Stick it on the bedroom door!" ”

Waiting for the young man to paste the talisman, Zhou Fengchen asked, "Where did the ancient painting in the bedroom come from?"

"This ......"

The old lady looked at the middle-aged woman next to her suspiciously, and the woman was agitated and said, "This ...... Does it matter? ”

Zhou Fengchen sneered: "Where did I ask you?"

"Okay, okay, that's ......" the middle-aged woman nodded and narrated.

The family's surname is Wang, and Mr. Wang, who is in a coma, is engaged in real estate, and the real estate has not been in a good mood in recent years, and the business has suffered serious losses.

Once he drank and complained to a friend who was engaged in antiques, and this friend told him, "Prosperous antiques, gold in troubled times, you might as well engage in antiques, this thing has no fixed value, and if you can't get a change of hands after receiving treasures, it will be millions of profits."

Mr. Wang pondered for a while, it was impossible to make a big fuss, and it was okay to try his luck in a small fight. After a while, he went to a certain place in Shaanxi with this friend who was engaged in antiques, and found a Tufuzi surnamed Li, who wanted to get some spiritual artifacts from him.

The Tufuzi surnamed Li said that it was unfortunate that the things in the hall were all taken out, so it was better for you to go to Malan Mountain to try it, there were many peers who walked on the wild road nearby.

The two went straight to the town of Malan Mountain, but they didn't receive anything decent after a few days of shopping.

That night, Mr. Wang went out alone, walked around, walked around and walked to a valley, and he didn't know where it was, and it was very scary to be dark everywhere, so he quickly turned around and walked back.

Halfway through, he found a girl squatting on the side of the road crying, Mr. Wang was curious, so he asked the girl what was going on? Why cry here at night?

The girl was still holding a painting in her hand, and she looked up and said, "My husband is sick and has no money to treat it, so he took the ancestral painting and sold it, but no one knew the goods, and they were only willing to pay a few hundred yuan."

Mr. Wang took the painting and looked at it at the night, he didn't understand it very much, but he felt a little interesting, he didn't care about the money, and said that I would pay a thousand, you can see it, just sell me, if it doesn't work, forget it.

The girl was overjoyed and hurriedly said yes, yes.

Mr. Wang paid the money, took the painting and ran back to the hostel to ask a friend who was engaged in antiques to see, the friend studied for a long time, excited, and said brother, you sent it, this is the Song Dynasty real landscape lady picture, not to mention it is worth him tens of millions.

Mr. Wang was so excited that he didn't have the heart to stay, so he rushed back early the next morning and asked some antique masters to appraise it, and the results all said that it was from the Song Dynasty and was very valuable.

"My husband is reluctant to sell it." The middle-aged woman said, "I hung it in the bedroom, and said that I would deal with it when I needed the money urgently, master, is there any problem?"

The old lady also asked, "Master, is there anything wrong with this painting?"

Zhou Fengchen frowned and said: "It's a big problem, there is no such good thing in the world that flies to make a windfall, this painting is an evil thing, and the woman who sells the painting is only afraid of ...... Not people! ”

"Huh?" The room was amazed and dumbfounded.

The old lady was anxious: "Master, what did you say......

Zhou Fengchen pointed to the bedroom, "There is a demon in the painting, and your son is being grabbed to suck yang energy!" ”

When everyone in the room heard this, they all immediately felt a chill in their backs, and hurriedly moved away from the bedroom.

The old lady asked, "What should I do then?"

Zhou Fengchen said: "Don't be afraid, go and prepare a big steel needle, a mirror, and nine candles, and I will remove this evil obstacle tonight!"

"Is it that simple?"

"It's that simple!"