Chapter 12

In the morning of the next day, Wu Dong drove Yunxi to work. Before getting on the bus, he specially took a few pictures of himself in front of the car and sent them to the Internet.

The assistant didn't have much work. He was very free all day, so he borrowed many professional books on art identification from Yunxi and studied them carefully.

At noon, Yunxi transferred two million yuan to the account. In the afternoon, there was news from Yunda that one of his friends was willing to pay 11.2 million yuan for all the tiles.

Wu Dong and Yunxi discussed and agreed to the deal. Because the buyer is familiar with Yunda, he directly asks for an account number. After he gets the goods, he will directly pay the money to Wu Dong's account.

This time, Wu Dong's personal wealth actually exceeded 15 million. With money, he began to think about the seed material of Tianhua company, but at present, he is short of money, and this matter needs to be delayed.

In the afternoon, Wu Dong's mother called and said that her grandmother was ill and asked Wu Dong to accompany her to visit her grandmother.

When it comes to grandma, Wu Dong's memory is actually vague. He didn't seem to have seen his grandmother since he was in junior high school.

He comforted his mother and said to go back as soon as possible.

After work, he asked Yunxi for leave and said he would go home. Now he's a rich man. He's going home to see if he can make his parents stop working so hard. By the way, I have to explain that he found a job in the provincial capital.

At six o'clock in the evening, Yunxi personally took him to the high-speed railway station. They waved goodbye and he got on the train back home.

As the train drove, his mind rolled. He was thinking about what to do with the huge sum of money. My parents are nearly 50 years old and should not work so hard.

Just thinking, the train stops in the middle of the way, and new guests get on. At this time, a middle-aged couple with a little boy got into the car and sat opposite him.

The little boy's eyes were blank and he sat still. The couple looked very tired and worried. The brows of middle-aged men are twisted into a Sichuan character, while the middle-aged women sigh from time to time.

Wu Dong looks at the little boy, who has no focus. Is the child sick? He thought to himself.

After watching for a long time, his eyes penetrated the skin and bone of the little boy and observed the situation inside his brain. He found a vertical black line in the center of the child's brain. He was curious in his heart, so he continued to observe. He found that the black line was slightly thinner than the fishing line, with one end exposed outside the skull and the other buried deep in the brain.

Such a thin line, even if CT can't get it, what is it?

Wu Dong is not a doctor. Although he saw the thin line, he can't say it rashly. As the old saying goes, a good doctor does not knock at the door. If he says it, he will be regarded as a man with bad intentions.

He continued to observe and found that the thread pierced several nerves in the child's brain. Is it because children's stupidity has something to do with it?

Wu Dong is a kind man. Seeing the little boy, he felt sorry for him. He thought about it for a while and decided to ask about the situation first. After making a good draft in his heart, he laughed at the middle-aged man and asked, "uncle, is your child not feeling well?"

The middle-aged man took a look at Wu Dong, nodded gently and said, "this is my son Xiao Yong. He is not in good health."

Wu Dong took out the tangerine from his bag and handed it to the little boy. The little boy didn't even look at it, but his eyes were still dull.

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "he's ignoring people now."

Wu Dong asked strangely, "uncle, what's the situation with the children? Did you go to the hospital? "

The middle-aged man felt good about Wu Dong. He sighed again and opened his voice.

It turns out that his son Xiao Yong was still fine six months ago. Later, a Taoist priest came to Murakami. He said that Xiao Yong was full of disaster. If he could give him a million yuan, he could help solve it.

Of course, middle-aged men don't believe it. They think they have met cheaters. To his surprise, Xiaoyong fell ill the next day after the Taoist priest left. At the beginning, he was feverish and shivering. It was not good for him to take an injection or medicine.

After three days of illness, he became what he is now. He doesn't talk, doesn't pay attention to people, and is like a fool, just like his consciousness is not in his body.

It was not until then that the middle-aged man thought of what the old Taoist said. He inquired and learned that the Taoist was a Taoist of Yunhua temple in Shanshui county. So the couple decided to go to Yunhua temple to find the Taoist priest and ask him to save Xiao Yong.

After hearing this, Wu Dong was very curious that there was such a strange thing! He blinked, and his intuition told him that it wasn't easy.

He thought about it for a while and asked the middle-aged man, "uncle, the Taoist priest wants one million. I think uncle's family is very rich."

The middle-aged man gave a wry smile: "the family is OK. Alas, it's all my fault that I love money too much. If I had promised the Taoist, Xiao Yong would not have suffered. Now I've figured out that as long as Xiao Yong can be cured, even if the whole family becomes poor again, I'll admit it! "

He gave a brief account of his family. His name is Zhou Dajun. In his early years, he contracted a brick factory in the village, and later he opened a woven bag factory. To say, there are still tens of millions of properties.

Wu Dong feels that something is wrong. He has heard of Yunhua temple, which is very famous. The county officials and nobles love to go to the temple to find Taoist guides.

He hesitated and said, "Uncle Zhou, I'm from Shanshui county. When I get there, I can show you the way."

Zhou Dajun man is very grateful: "then thank you little brother."

Wu Dong is not a meddler, but there is something strange about it. He must find out.

Shanshui County, which belongs to Jiangyuan City, has a population of more than 1 million. The county is mountainous and hilly, and its economy is relatively backward.

When they got off the railway station, Wu Dong called a car and led them to Yunhua temple.

Zhou Dajun was very grateful to Wu Dong. When he arrived at Yunhua temple, he found a restaurant and invited Wu Dong to lunch.

After lunch, Wu Dong accompanied the family to the Yunhua temple. There are more than ten luxury cars parked in front of the Taoist temple. We can see that the incense here is very popular, and the people who come to ask questions are either rich or expensive.

There is a pavilion at the gate of the Taoist temple. A dozen people are standing in the pavilion, each with a number plate in his hand.

A daotong leaned against the railings. When he saw several people coming from Wu Dong, he took out a number plate from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Dajun, saying, "row number."

Zhou Dajun took the number plate and swept around. There was no seat in the pavilion, so several people could only stand outside the pavilion.

Wu Dong was chatting with him without saying a word. After a few minutes, another Taoist came out of the gate. He glanced at Zhou Dajun and said, "my master has come to you. Let me invite you to come."

Zhou Dajun a happy, even thanks. Several people, including Wu Dong, walked into the Taoist temple, bypassed a big censer and entered the main hall.

The Taoist temple is magnificent. It is decorated magnificently with the gold body of the founder of Sanqing Dynasty.

In front of the statue of the patriarch, a middle-aged Taoist sits in meditation. His face is white, his eyes are long, his hands are as delicate as white jade, his palms are facing the sky, and he puts them on his knees.

As soon as Zhou Dajun entered the door, he knelt down in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest and said, "Taoist priest, I was stupid before. I didn't listen to the Taoist priest's advice, so I'm going to accompany the Taoist priest!"

With that, he kowtowed three times, sincerely.