Chapter 170 Soul Binding

Fu Yang stepped forward and glanced at Chief Xiao for a few seconds, then he discovered the problem.

"Mr. Xiao is in a coma, not because of illness, but because his soul is trapped somewhere, so he can't wake up."

Xiao Zhengze has carried out many tasks that cannot be explained by science, so he believes in metaphysics, otherwise he would not have thought of Fu Yang so quickly.

"Miss Yan, can you bring back my father's soul?"

Fu Yang looked at it again, then said:

"You can try."

"The one who imprisoned your father's soul must also be one of us from the Xuan Sect. However, anyone capable of such a thing must be an evil cultivator with ulterior motives. However, the prerequisite for imprisoning a soul is that the other party has something belonging to your father. It's not something that can be imprisoned just because you want to."

If the soul leaves the body due to being frightened or in an accident, it is easy to find it back.

But if you encounter someone whose soul is captured by someone maliciously, you will need to fight with that person.

Xiao Zhengze understood what she meant and said with a frown:

"You mean to say that the people around my dad are harming him?"

Fu Yang:

"I only said that the Soul Binding needed something from the old man. Whether it was intentional or accidental, I don't know."

Then he continued:

"Prepare something for me."

Xiao Zhengze said seriously:

"Please go ahead."

Fu Yang: "Give me some of Mr. Xiao's personal belongings: three kinds of meat, candles, glutinous rice, a bowl of water, an incense burner, and three incense sticks."

Xiao Zhengze wrote them down one by one and quickly had someone prepare them.

Fu Yang arranged everything in the ward, sprinkled glutinous rice around the bowl, and then lit incense.

She took out the compass Qi Lin had given her, muttered something, and the compass needle began to move. At the same time, the cigarette rose for a while, then began to circle and no longer continued to rise.

This is because the other party has detained the old man's soul and will not allow him to come back. He has also set up restrictions, so his soul cannot be found for a while.

Fu Yang's expression remained calm. She took out a talisman to summon spirits, which spontaneously combusted without wind, and the ashes fell into the clear water.

Soon, the cigarette began to move again.

Xuan Zhao frowned as he looked at the souls running around in front of him.

Strange, why are you suddenly getting agitated?

Last time he was injured and had to escape with a substitute. This time he wanted to take a simpler order to make some money. Is he going to be ruined again?

Xuanzhao immediately chanted a spell to calm the restless soul.

Fu Yang said to Xiao Zhengze at this time:

"You started yelling 'old man' now. I didn't tell you to stop, so you kept yelling."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhengze did not hesitate and sat next to the old man, calling him "Dad" over and over again.

Fu Yang put down the compass, then began to make hand gestures and recite silently.

You want to fight with me, right? She will help you.

Xuan Zhao had just relaxed for a moment when he saw his trapped soul becoming restless again and flying out.

Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

So cruel!

Who has such powerful means!

Xuan couldn't take care of this soul, so he immediately abandoned this place and ran out.

Damn it!

He lost again!

Old Master Xiao's soul floated back along the cigarette, and after feeling the familiar breath, he returned to his body.

Fu Yang put down his hand, put away the compass, and put out his cigarette.

"Okay, no need to shout."

Xiao Zhengze stopped talking, looked up, and saw that his father had opened his eyes.

As soon as Mr. Xiao woke up, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, which was the momentum that only appeared after fighting on the battlefield.

Xiao Zhengze was a little surprised.

"Dad, you're awake!"

Old Master Xiao closed his eyes, then opened them again and remembered what happened before he fell into a coma.

"How did I wake up and who saved me?"

Xiao Zhengze stood aside and introduced:

"Dad, this is Doctor Yan, you know him. This lady is Doctor Yan's granddaughter. They are the ones who saved you."

Dr. Yan saved his father's body, and Miss Yan saved his father's soul.

Old Master Xiao didn't know Fu Yang's identity, so he smiled gently and said:

"Ms. Yan is also an outstanding doctor?"

Fu Yang shook his head.

"No, I am a celestial master. Your soul has been detained, so you have not woken up yet."

Mr. Xiao was a little surprised when he heard this.

He knew about the Heavenly Master, but this was the first time he had seen such a young Heavenly Master.

But there is no age limit for joining the Tao, and the old man knows this rule.

"Thank you so much, Miss Yan. If there's anything we can do to help you in the future, please let me know."

This is his promise.

Then he looked at Mr. Yan and said:

"We haven't seen each other for a long time. I didn't expect that in the end, it was you, Old Yan, who saved me."

Old Master Yan was also very happy to see him wake up.

The two of them started reminiscing about the past right in the ward.

Fu Yang:

"Grandpa, my parents are still waiting for me to go back for dinner. I'm leaving first."

Grandpa must go back to Yaoshan to take care of his precious medicinal herbs.

Xiao Zhengze said quickly:

"Miss Yan, I'll take you there."

Fu Yang: "No, but it's hard to get a taxi here. You can just call a car to take me back."

Xiao Zhengze nodded, and then suddenly thought of something.

He picked up the packet of medicine left by his stepmother, handed it to Fu Yang and asked:

"Miss Yan, could you help me take a look at what's in this package of medicine?"

For some reason, he didn't let Dr. Yan see it, nor did he let any other doctor take it for examination. He just believed in Fu Yang.

Fu Yang took it, opened it, took a look, then lowered his head to smell it, frowned, and said:

"These insidious talismans and poisons must not be used on anyone. Destroy them as soon as possible."

Xiao Zhengze's face was calm as he thanked her:

"I understand. Thank you, Miss Yan."

Fu Yang nodded and returned to the Yan family.

The live broadcast will still start on time at 6 o'clock tonight.

Fu Yang sat in the study and distributed the first lucky bag.

The person who grabbed the first lucky bag was a man wearing sunglasses and a mask. He looked very mature and judging from his background, his family was also very wealthy.

Fu Yang looked at him and asked:

"What do you want to calculate?"

The man seemed to have lowered his voice on purpose, not wanting others to recognize his original voice.

"I want you to help me calculate my marriage."

Fu Yang:

"Sure, send me a photo or horoscope in private message backstage."

Men just don't want people to recognize them, so they won't post photos.

Fu Yang looked at the eight characters and calculated them in his mind, wondering:

"Judging from your horoscope, you have a good fate. Your marriage is good, your husband and wife love each other, and you have two children. What's your problem?"

The man seemed to smile bitterly.

"That was indeed the case before, but yesterday, recently, my wife suddenly changed."

Then he asked a question that was not related to marriage.

"Can the host take a look at this person's face?"

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and let everyone see the person on the screen, who was a monk.