Brother is always slapping his face

The bottom of the cliff was extremely cold, and the snowflakes came from nowhere, and there was no end to it.

I don't know how many years have passed, Wu Yutang's soul has grown from a shaggy child to a handsome young man, and finally made him wait for such a golden opportunity.

Coincidentally, a monk named Jia Jingyu was entrusted to heal the stubborn illness of the only son of a wealthy family.His surname is inexplicable Zhannan. He was weak and sickly since he was a child. His parents searched for famous doctors and spent money like running water, which broke his heart. However, he still had a small illness every three days, and a serious illness every two days. Sometimes he coughed and coughed and his face turned red. Take out all the food.

The 16-year-old boy, with a yellow and thin face and little flesh on his body, trembles when he walks. He dares not go out when the wind blows, fearing that he will be swept away by the wind. He looks like a paper man made of paper sticks.

The condition was repeated again and again, and the cause was never found.Some doctors said that he had insufficient kidney qi and needed to invigorate the kidney; some doctors said that he had a stomach disorder and needed recuperation; some fortune tellers said that he was the reincarnation of a boy with ill-fated fate, so he needed to change his fate and luck; to drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters The monk said that there were evil spirits in his house, and he did a ritual, but it was useless.

This money can be spent a lot, their precious pimples still haven't improved, lingering on the sick bed, Fan Qing eyes, looks like a wealthy, carefree and rich man's son, except for his silk and satin, he looks like A homeless refugee who has not eaten his last meal.

Mo Zhannan's mother, the Qin family, was introduced by someone, and met a Jia Xian with a decent cultivation base. With the attitude of giving it a try, he paid a lot of money to hire him. , Maybe my son's illness will be cured.

As a result, in Mo Zhannan's room, he was lying flat on the bed, covered with blankets, his parents invited him out, and Jia Xianzhe stayed alone, casting spells, muttering words, and concentrating.

This Jiaxian had also used spiritual power to heal people with congenital deficiencies and weak constitutions before, and the effect was remarkable.One of the most important reasons for accepting this business was his elder brother, simple and honest, 28 years old, single, and finally a girl was willing to marry him. The matchmaker conveyed the request of the girl's parents, and the bride price was 100 taels of silver.

The elder brother is just the spoon in Boss Liu's house in the silk and satin village, and he really can't afford so much money, frowning, he has no choice but to find him and discuss the countermeasures. Jia Jingyu decided to give it a go because he has not yet graduated He can't use the banner of his own fairy gate, so he can only ask his acquaintances to find him a good job with such fast money in other places.

After chanting for a while, Jia Jingyu felt a little strange, how could Young Master Mo, who had been coughing a lot just now, really stopped coughing or wheezing, and slept soundly and soundly.

At this time, his parents were also worried, lying on the door and listening to the movement in the house.

"Master, Zhan Nan didn't cough anymore, I sounded like he fell asleep." Qin's face was relieved.

Master Mo pricked up his ears and listened carefully. He was uncertain, and followed his wife's words: "That's right..."

At this time, Jia Jingyu felt something was wrong, held his breath, tiptoed to the sick young master on the bed, stretched out his index finger, tremblingly poked towards his nose...

Coincidentally, Master Mo couldn't bear it anymore, and said cautiously: "Jia Xian, is my son Zhan Nan asleep?"

There was a thunder on the ground, and Jia Jingyu burst into a cold sweat, subconsciously said: "Ah?" There was a sound of inquiry, but the touch of the fingertips made Master Mo lose all breath...

he died! ! !

Look again, his three souls and seven souls have been damaged, and he can't be summoned back at all!

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Master Mo heard the panic in Jia Jingyu's voice, looked at his wife and asked nervously.

Mrs. Qin patted the door with her hands, and said repeatedly: "Jia Xian, what's going on? You are talking, open the door quickly!"

Jia Jingyu's mind turned quickly, he forced himself to calm down, and severely criticized: "I made it clear in advance that I am treating patients with magic spells, so I must concentrate and not be distracted, as it is easy to make mistakes. Don't you two want to treat yourself Is your son cured?"

That's it, the couple breathed a sigh of relief, Master Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, relieved, and said guiltily: "Jia Xianzhe, don't be angry, we don't bother you, I will leave it to you, my son, heal it." After that, in addition to the consultation fee, there will also be remuneration."

"Hmm..." Jia Jingyu replied lightly, pretending to be a fairy who is calm and not greedy for money.

In this situation, does he still dare to covet money?He thought that he could be healed as long as he expended his spiritual energy, but he didn't know that the one who poured spiritual energy into him just now died for no reason?Could it be that his health is too poor and his foundation is too weak to bear my spiritual power, if his parents know that their only son was put to death by me, they will not let me be buried with him!Woah!

what to do? !what to do? !Open the window and escape.Jia Jingyu quietly came to the window, eavesdropped by the window, and heard a few servants whispering, "It's broken, the master of the Mo family is thoughtful, and he left a hand. There are strong and burly servants guarding the yard.

It's no problem to lose a few servants by myself, but if Master Mo and the others go to report to the officials, it will cause a lot of trouble.

They were middle-aged, just such a jewel-like only son, died without a sound, and I walked away like this, what happened, it didn't seem like a human being should do it!

This way was blocked, so Jia Jingyu walked to the bedside again, looked at Mo Zhannan's blue-gray face, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he made up his mind.

The forbidden technique secretary "Anecdotes and Strange Stories" records the saying of "resurrecting the soul with a dead body". Let me give him a try. Even if he happens to wake up, has vitality, can talk and laugh, just get away with it.

Roll up your sleeves and do it!Jia Jingyu moved a chair and sat down, breathed out, wisps of white smoke wafted from his palms, and said silently: "Lonely ghosts, those who have unresolved karma, and those whose resentment cannot be dispelled, this monk, I will extradite your body and regain your life , the primordial spirit returns to its place, and the soul enters the body..."

The three fingers of the right hand are bent, the index finger and the middle finger point to the silent boy on the bed, the fingertips gather white aura, and a beam of light shines on the boy's forehead, and he suddenly sits up from the bed, his eyes wide open, out of focus , emptiness.

Wu Yutang was in Ten Thousand Ghosts Cliff, and the dim light of his parents' soul fragments went out one after another. He was surprised, but before he had time to think about it, he was brought to an unfamiliar environment by a violent force. The phantom of his soul successfully possessed him, reborn. Mo Zhannan woke up, his eyes glowed brightly, and his complexion turned a little bloody.

Just like a finely crafted puppet, the last finishing touch of the craftsman makes him alive and lifelike in an instant.

God help me too!Jia Jingyu jumped up from his chair all at once, overjoyed, he never expected that he would succeed in "Resurrecting the Soul" for the first time.

After taking a closer look, Jia Jingyu rubbed his hands and smiled all over his face: "Hey, what do you think?"

Wu Yutang, who became Mo Zhannan, had a flash of light in his eyes. He pretended to be at a loss and looked around, and said, "This...what is this place? You...who are you?"

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