Chapter 13

The middle-aged Taoist priest said calmly, "your child has a strange disease. If you listen to me at that time, I only need to spend a little energy to cure him. If you want to cure him, it will cost you seven points of energy. "

Zhou Dajun's face was pale, and he begged: "Taoist priest, please be merciful and save Xiaoyong!"

The middle-aged Taoist said lightly: "you don't have to be like this. My strength has been painstakingly cultivated for decades. If I spend seven points to treat your child, it will damage my moral conduct. "

Zhou Dajun was a businessman. Of course, he understood the meaning of the other party. He immediately said, "I'm willing to compensate Taoist priest! If the Taoist priest has any conditions, just put them forward, and I will try my best to meet them. "

The middle-aged Taoist took a look at Zhou Dajun and said, "this child, I will treat him seven times, and I will consume one point of energy each time. I want you to be sincere. I charge you two million yuan each time. You don't have to be afraid that I'll pit you. Every time I treat him, it has an immediate effect. If it doesn't work, I won't take the money. "

When Zhou Dajun heard that, his face turned white. Two million at a time, and fourteen million seven times! He is a businessman and has only a few million in cash on hand. If he wants to make up for the 14 million, he can only sell the factory!

But for the sake of his son Xiao Yong, he just hesitated for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and agreed: "OK. As long as the Taoist priest can cure Xiao Yong, money is not a problem. "

The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said, "let the children come here."

Zhou Dajun pushes Xiaoyong to the middle-aged Taoist priest. The latter reaches out his hand and presses Xiaoyong's head. Xu Xu lifts it up and holds his hand in the air. It seems that he is exercising his martial arts.

Wu Dong saw that the black line in Xiao Yong's mind began to rise slowly. The speed was so slow that he could not see it moving without his excellent eyesight.

While checking the black line, he was also observing the middle-aged Taoist. He saw the middle-aged Taoist's body, lit up some nodes, between the nodes, there is a faint white line, all of them connected.

Subtle white energy flows slowly along thin lines, from one node to another. When the white energy runs, a layer of white light appears outside the Taoist.

Wu Dong was surprised. He knew that the Taoist had real Kung Fu, so he observed it more carefully.

Five minutes later, the middle-aged Taoist priest was sweating on his forehead. After a while, when the thread was about a centimeter up, he took away his palm.

As soon as the palm of his hand was taken away, Xiao Yong suddenly said, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Zhou Dajun and his wife were both surprised and happy. They admired and appreciated the middle-aged Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist wiped his sweat and said, "when you go back, don't touch your child's head or wash your hair, or you will bear the consequences. Come back here at this time the day after tomorrow, and I'll give my child a second treatment. "

Zhou Dajun busily agreed to transfer two million yuan to Daoguan's account on the spot.

Wu Dong just looked at it quietly and didn't say a word. He had already vaguely known what had happened, and the black line was probably put in by the Taoist priest in order to knock a sum of money out of Zhou Dajun.

The transfer process is relatively long. After all, the bank needs to verify the huge amount of 2 million. At this time, the Taoist closed his eyes and sat down.

Wu Dong, curious, looked through his body and looked at his route more clearly. In addition, he also found a thin book on the Taoist's chest.

Seeing through, he found that the picture of meridians and collaterals, as well as words such as "Dantian" and "Longhu" in the book should be a kind of practice.

Anyway, he was bored, so he took the opportunity to write down the contents of the book. His visual memory is super strong. He can remember the above content with a few eyes.

After the successful transfer, Zhou Dajun left with his family, and Wu Dong followed him out of the Taoist temple. He looked like the driver invited by the Zhou family. No one paid attention to him, and the Taoist didn't even look at him.

When he came out to observe Taoism, Zhou Dajun's heart was both joyful and heavy. I am glad that my son's illness has been saved; The reason for his heavy heart is that his tens of millions of wealth will also leave him.

When he got on the bus, Wu Dong asked, "Uncle Zhou, the cost of treatment is 14 million, which is too expensive."

Zhou Dajun was very helpless, said: "it doesn't matter, as long as willing to bear hardships, money can be earned back."

Wu Dong fell into silence. He already knew how the Taoist healed. Every time I lift the black thread up, I will take it out after seven times. At that time, Xiaoyong's illness will be all right.

Do you want to help Zhou Dajun's family? If you help him, he may offend the Taoist. He is a man with real Kung Fu and is not easy to offend.

If he didn't help, he couldn't bear that Zhou Dajun would go bankrupt. For a time, Wu Dong was in a dilemma. He kept thinking, trying to find a way to get the best of both worlds.

After driving for more than an hour, the car arrived at the railway station. After getting off the bus, Wu Dong suddenly asked: "Uncle Zhou, if someone can cure Xiao Yong's disease by only taking one million yuan, would you like to have a try?"

Zhou Dajun was stunned. He looked at Wu Dong: "little brother, what do you say? A million dollars for Xiao Yong? "

Wu Dong looked around and said, "Uncle Zhou, let's find a quiet place. I'll talk to you slowly."

In a teahouse near the railway station, Wu Dong opened a private room, ordered a pot of tea and asked the waiter not to come in.

When he closed the door, his expression suddenly became serious and said, "Uncle Zhou, Xiao Yong's illness is definitely the situation set up by that Taoist."

Zhou Dajun was shocked. He was not a fool. It was strange. Why did Xiao Yong get sick after the Taoist appeared?

If he wants to say something, Wu Dongyi waves his hand: "Uncle Zhou, listen to me. It's not easy for you to have tens of millions of wealth. I can't bear to tell you the truth. If you can do the following three things, I promise to help you

At the bottom of Zhou Dajun's heart, there was a trace of panic. He quickly nodded: "little brother, you say!"

Wu Dong looked very serious and said: "first, after Xiao Yong recovers, you move your family and find a suitable place to stay. The farther away, the better. Don't contact relatives and friends for three years. Second, don't tell anyone about me. After this, you don't know me and I don't know you. Third, I took the same risk in this matter. Once the Taoist priest knows, he will not let me go, so under no circumstances can he disclose my information. If one day someone asks, it's a chance encounter. "

Zhou Dajun swallowed his saliva and asked, "little brother, can you really cure Xiao Yong?"

Wu Dongyi smiles. He takes out the nail scissors from his pocket, and then slowly pulls away Xiao Yong's hair to find the black line that shows one centimeter.

He gently clipped the black line with a nail clipper, slowly lifted it and pulled out the whole black line. When he drew the black line, Xiao Yong was excited all over and his eyes were clear again.

"Dad, mom, where is this?" He asked in surprise, and instantly returned to the state of a naughty boy.

Zhou Dajun was overjoyed. He asked Xiao Yong, "Xiao Yong, what's wrong with you?"