Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 699 Take out your heart to see its quality

"It's fine to save people, but it depends on whether your wife was born with a deficiency or contracted the disease later in life."

Zhang Zhiwei told the truth: "I can cure acquired diseases, but I can't cure congenital deficiencies. However, I can make her physique become the same as that of an ordinary person, but her life span will not be too long."

Congenital deficiency means insufficient innate Qi. Unless one uses the methods of a saint to supplement oneself, no other methods will be of any help. Even if one is as strong as an ox, one will die of illness.

Concern can lead to confusion. When Hong Jingqi heard that Zhang Zhiwei might not be able to cure the disease, he became visibly panicked.

Zhang Dafo patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't panic, the innate qi is destiny, we should do our best and leave the rest to fate. No matter what, we should cure her illness first!"

Hong Jingqi calmed down, looked at Zhang Zhiwei, nodded and said, "Little Heavenly Master, thank you for your help!"

"Let's take a look at the patient first." Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Why don't you eat first?" Hong Jingqi said, "I have prepared wine and food, don't let the food get cold."

Although my wife is seriously ill, she has been ill for many years. No matter how urgent it is, it is not good to neglect her at this moment.

"It's just a small matter. There's no need to delay. Let's eat after the treatment. We can talk about the Medicine Fairy Society while eating." Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Thank you, little celestial master. Please come this way."

Hong Jingqi was very excited. He had been worried that Zhang Zhiwei, as a person from the three religions, would look down on people like them who were of the lowest class. However, he did not expect that the young Taoist priest would be so easy to talk to.

He hurriedly took Zhang Zhiwei inside.

Because he was not sure whether Zhang Zhiwei could cure the disease, and because it was cold outside and he was worried that his wife would catch a cold and her condition would worsen, he did not bring his wife out to greet her.

Zhang Zhiwei followed Hong Jingqi and Zhang Dafoye into the theater. Lu Jin and Lu Ci looked at each other, snorted coldly, and followed them in.

In order to welcome Zhang Zhiwei, the theater had been emptied of the audience, and everyone in the troupe was on standby, ready to perform at any time.

In the lobby, a large rotatable round table was set up, and exquisite dishes were served one after another.

Zhang Zhiwei took a quick look and saw that the dishes served were varied and included all kinds of delicacies, but the only ones missing were wild geese, blackfish, beef, and dog meat.

It can be seen that when Zhang Dafoye and Hong Jingqi held the banquet, they fully considered the taboos of the Tianshi Mansion on food, but in fact, he had no taboos when it came to food.

Dog meat is quite famous in Changjun. If there is any, Zhang Zhiwei doesn't mind trying it.

Of course, if there was nothing, he wouldn't go out of his way to eat it. He is not a person who cares much about his appetite. He can eat a lot when he wants to, and he won't miss it when he doesn't want to eat. It is a very natural mentality.

The group walked through the theater lobby and continued forward into a corridor with opera patterns hung on both sides.

At the end of the corridor is a spacious courtyard paved with bluestone and surrounded by flowers and plants of various colors, including red, yellow, and blue, which complement each other brilliantly.

There is a large pond with fresh water in the middle of the yard. Carp can be seen swimming in it, stirring up the water waves.

At this moment, in a corner of the yard, there stood a young man wearing tight clothes, short and sturdy figure, with sharp eyes and a cold face.

The young man stared at Zhang Zhiwei intently, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Zhang Zhiwei looked around, admiring the layout and flowers in the yard. He had to say that the person who arranged this yard must be a very careful person with a great taste for life.

As for the young man who was staring at him, Zhang Zhiwei didn't even glance at him. It was not that he deliberately looked down on the other party, but he really didn't pay attention to him.

Generally speaking, unless the other party greets him, Zhang Zhiwei rarely pays attention to irrelevant people, and he also doesn't care what others think of him.

This is due to his personality, just like when you step into a place, you appreciate the flowers and scenery, but you don’t appreciate the ants. That’s how the insects see themselves.

However, Lu Ci couldn't stand the boy's rude look and looked at him coldly.

The young man who was staring at Zhang Zhiwei suddenly felt cold, as if there was a thorn in his back.

Following his feeling, he turned his head to look at Lu Ci, and instantly met Lu Ci's sharp eyes.

The two looked at each other, and the young man felt that Lu Ci's gaze was falling on his face, burning as if being scraped by a blade.

This young man is Hong Jingqi's apprentice. Although he looks young, he is a ruthless and unscrupulous person.
Before he became an apprentice, he killed people at a very young age due to the pressure of making a living. Later, he became a disciple of Hong Jingqi and restrained himself after feeling the care from his master and his mistress.

Today he heard that the master had invited a Taoist priest to treat the master's wife, so he came to take a look. Although this Taoist priest is very famous and is the little master who has been in the limelight recently, who can guarantee that he can cure the master's wife's illness?
In the past few years, he has seen his master invite all kinds of doctors to treat his master's wife, but they often took a long time and had no other effect except making his master's wife weaker. He was worried that this time would be the same.

He looked at Zhang Zhiwei with suspicion, but his suspicion was insignificant. Not to mention Zhang Zhiwei, even when his eyes met Lu Ci's, he couldn't bear it. His eyes were red and tears flowed uncontrollably.

A kid who lurks among the lower class and is like a gangster, versus a young master who has been carefully trained by a noble family for thousands of years. The difference between the two is immediately clear.

"Gudong~!"

The boy swallowed, restrained his expression, lowered his head and said nothing.

"Chenpi, what are you doing here? Don't offend the distinguished guests. Why don't you get out of here quickly?!" Hong Jingqi said.

"Yes, Master!" Chen Pi retreated carefully.

Hong Jingqi had no intention of introducing his apprentice to Zhang Zhiwei and the others. They were all in the underworld and had their own standards.

When people like them meet people from the three religions, they can communicate with them normally, neither humble nor arrogant. But they should not try to please them, as that will make others look down on them, and they will also look down on themselves.

As Xiao Tianshi was the big boss among the three religions, he really couldn't think of any need for him to introduce his disciples to him. In fact, he would not even appear in front of Zhang Zhiwei unless he had something to ask for regarding his wife.

Lu Ci curled his lips. He really had no interest in this blind little scoundrel.

People around Senior Brother Zhang call him Erbi and Hedgehog, but he never picks on them. So what should people who are not around Senior Brother Zhang call him?
He won't even respond if you call him "Grandpa".

"Tsk! You bully the weak and fear the strong," Lu Jin curled his lips in disdain and winked, "If you have the guts, come and fight me?"

"You'll suffer the consequences then!" Lu Ci sneered. In front of outsiders, he did not get angry with Lu Jin and hurriedly followed Zhang Zhiwei's footsteps.

At the other end of the yard was an attic. Several people walked into the attic. The attic was spacious and elegantly decorated. A chubby orange dog was lying on the table.

Seeing everyone coming in, the orange cat stood up, jumped lightly from the table onto Hong Jingqi's shoes, and wrapped its tail around his trouser legs.

Hong Jingqi subconsciously held the orange cat in his arms, stroked it, and let the orange cat turn over its belly comfortably.

"Master Hong likes to keep cats?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"Please forgive me for making fun of you, little master. This is just your hobby!" Hong Jingqi said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, Master Hong and I met when we were catching cats. This orange cat is a bit old." Zhang Dafoye said with a smile. "It's a bit old. There are several litters of kittens!" Hong Jingqi said with a smile, "Little Taoist priest, wait here with you guys for a while. I'll go call my wife out to greet you."

After saying that, he poured tea for everyone and entered the room. A moment later, he appeared with a woman.

The woman was thin and frail, with bangs, and wore a light blue cheongsam with a white shawl, looking dignified, elegant, gentle and graceful.

"Yin Asi pays homage to the Little Heavenly Master." The woman wanted to salute Zhang Zhiwei, but Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand and supported her with his Qi.

"No need to be so polite." Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the other person and sensed his Qi.

Although the opponent seems to be in good condition now, his Qi is actually disordered, and there are even faint wisps of black Qi emanating from his body.

This means that her body has decayed and is now in a state of beauty with only a rotten inside. I'm afraid she will die in a few years.

However, she looked healthy and did not look like those who were terminally ill. This must be because she had received some treatment.

"I hope the little master can save my wife's life!" Hong Jingqi said hurriedly.

"If the little Taoist priest can save the girl's life, I, Zhang Qishan, will be extremely grateful. If anything happens in the future, I will certainly go through fire and water to help you without hesitation!" Zhang Dafoye also said hurriedly.

Zhang Zhiwei said: "It's not a big problem. Her innate Qi is still sufficient. It's just that she didn't take good care of it and was invaded by external evil. That's why she has this disease. If she can recover, she will have a long life ahead of her."

After hearing this, everyone was delighted, except the woman named Yin Asi who seemed a little calm.

She had seen many doctors, and they all said the same thing, but in the end, the result was that they could not cure the disease. Although the little Taoist priest in front of her was extraordinary and famous, even she had heard of him, but everyone has their own specialties, and curing a disease is not a battle of magic.

You know, even the people at Jishidiang can't cure her illness.

A few days ago, Hong Jingqi invited people from Jishidiang to treat him. The patient was a bright girl in a yellow suit named Duanmu Ying.

At that time, Duanmu Ying felt her pulse and told her that her illness was very serious and she could not cure it. She could only try her best to help her prolong her life. If she was willing to cooperate, it would not be a problem for her to live another ten years.

When she heard this, she was extremely surprised and agreed immediately. She had originally thought that she would not live long, but she did not expect that she could live another ten years.

These days she has been taking the medicine prescribed by Duanmu Ying. It was also because of this that her complexion improved a lot.

She felt that Duanmu Ying's treatment plan was very good and didn't want to go through with it any more, lest her condition worsen.

But the little Taoist priest is too important, and everyone has been invited here. If she is unwilling, wouldn’t it embarrass everyone?

So, even though she was reluctant, she still greeted him with a smile.

"How should the young Taoist priest treat him? Should he feel the pulse, or..." Hong Jingqi thought of the Taoist priest's main business, and asked, "Or should he use talisman water?"

"No need to take my pulse or use talisman water, just turn around and face me!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

Several people were stunned. Although they didn't understand what Zhang Zhiwei meant, they still did it.

Yin Asi turned his back to Zhang Zhiwei, feeling some fear and anxiety about the unknown.

Hong Jingqi held her hand and gave her support.

However, Zhang Dafo looked at Zhang Zhiwei and then at Yin Asi. Being a thoughtful person, he seemed to understand what Yin Asi was thinking.

But he didn't say anything. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. At this point, he could only let the little Taoist priest treat him.

He looked at Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand towards Yin A's back, and a red light emerged from his palm and sank into Yin A's body.

Yin A Si groaned and felt a sharp pain in her heart. She was instantly covered in sweat and was about to cry out in pain, but the pain soon disappeared.

Zhang Zhiwei said, "You have arranged Feng Shui for this courtyard, right?"

Hong Jingqi quickly said: "This was arranged by my father a long time ago. He said that it can gather the Qi around to nourish people."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, "This Feng Shui arrangement can indeed support people, but you are not just an actor. You and Adjutant Zhang both have a cold and resentful aura, which is caused by frequent visits to the cemetery."

Zhang Dafoye and Hong Jingqi looked at each other, both feeling a little embarrassed. Being actors and military officers were just their side jobs, while tomb robbing was their main job. And tomb robbing, no matter what period it was, was something that was not acceptable.

Zhang Zhiwei did not delve into the fact that they were tomb robbers. They were just making some money from the tomb, which was not shameful.

What's the point of burying your money in the ground after you die? It's better to dig it out and circulate it, and do some good things, promote the economy or something.

If he came across a large tomb, Zhang Zhiwei wouldn't mind playing the role of a tomb raider and taking the money from it.

Zhang Zhiwei continued: "Not only that, many objects in your room are emitting evil spirits."

"This Qi is very weak. If you are not good at observing, you can't see it at all. But just because you can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"Originally, these evil spirits will be discharged through the circulation of air, and the harm to humans can be said to be negligible."

"But you set up a Feng Shui layout to gather Qi, which prevents the evil Qi from dispersing and only allows it to accumulate more and more."

"If it's a strange person who has obtained Qi, then it's fine. These evil Qi can't break through the defense of their own Qi."

"But if an ordinary person lives here for a long time, he will become weak and sickly, which is the case with your wife now."

"However, your wife's situation is more complicated. She must have come into contact with some dirty things brought out from the cemetery, which led to poisoning."

"This poison is not very strong, but combined with the previous Yin Sha Qi, it is like boiling a frog in warm water, gradually wearing her body down."

"And now, these evil spirits and unknown toxins have already entered her heart meridians."

"The feng shui backfired and the objects in the tomb were poisoned. It turned out that I was the one who harmed the girl..." Hong Jingqi was extremely sad.

"Little Taoist Priest, is there still hope in this situation?" asked Zhang Dafoye.

"Then we have to cut open the body and take out the heart to see how bad it is. If it's all rotten, then there's nothing we can do. If there's still some good meat, then we can save it!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Dig out the heart and have a look? What kind of lewd words are these? Can a person live without a heart? Zhang Dafoye and Hong Jingqi's faces changed.

Even Lu Jin and Lu Ci, who knew Zhang Zhiwei, found it incredible at this moment.

(End of this chapter)