Chapter 4: That sickly guy is actually a master of metaphysics?

When Ji Huaizhi went to his master's room, he saw his master drinking tea.

"You're here? Come here, let me take your pulse."

After sitting down, Ji Huaizhi stretched out his pale wrist: "Every time I take your pulse, it's the same result. Master doesn't really need to take your pulse anymore."

Master Wan'an said, "What did I tell you? Don't give up on yourself! Who knows, a glimmer of hope might appear at any time."

Ji Huaizhi replied helplessly, "Yes."

With his fingers on Ji Huaizhi's wrist, Daoist Wan'an took a while and then suddenly looked surprised and began to frown. This time, the pulse diagnosis took a long time.

"What? Is the pulse different this time?"

Master Wan'an nodded: "It is indeed different."

"A glimmer of hope seems to have appeared."

Ji Huaizhi smiled faintly: "Master, there's no need to comfort me."

"I'm serious, why would I comfort you?" Master Wan'an suddenly exclaimed, "You're so mature for your age, look at your fellow disciples!"

"Yes." Ji Huaizhi still replied helplessly.

"Your family sent a letter asking you to go back for your grandfather's birthday celebration, saying they haven't seen him in so long and want you to come back and visit."

"If you want to go back, I'll tell your fortune when you come back."

Ji Huaizhi picked up his teacup and took a sip of the tea: "Since we haven't seen each other for so long, then we won't see each other again."

Master Wan'an asked in surprise, "Are you sure?"

"Well, my connection with the Ji family is still shallow, so let's leave it at that."

Master Wan'an sighed, his expression pained: "No matter what decision you make, you still have Wan'an Taoist Temple behind you, and you are also a disciple of our temple."

“That’s natural.” Ji Huaizhi’s face was perpetually pale and sickly.

Master Wan'an thought he had found some clues to break the cycle of fate and wanted to tell him this good news.

But fearing he would be disappointed, she held it in.

Never mind, I'll tell him after I've confirmed it.

"Since you don't want to go back, I'll help you refuse. I'll talk to your father on your behalf."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master."

Suddenly, Ji Huaizhi thought of Ji Yao and asked, "Master, do you know my uncle Ji Yao?"

"Ji Yao? Your father's younger brother?" Master Wan'an recalled for a moment: "I've only met him at feng shui lectures and fortune-telling events."

"Does Master know A-Yuan?"

Master Wan'an shook his head: "I have never heard of this person."

Why are you asking this?

Ji Huaizhi: "It's nothing. I just remembered that my uncle contacted me before and mentioned it. I'll ask him about it later."

Master Wan'an didn't take it to heart: "Oh, right, your senior master is going to make medicinal cuisine, so don't go to the cafeteria for dinner."

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When Ji Huaizhi came out, he felt a chill. When he walked under the tree, he encountered Wang Xing Wang Yue practicing his martial arts.

"Senior Brother Ji, you look a bit like a sickly beauty right now."

Every time the two saw Ji Huaizhi, they couldn't help but tease their senior brother.

Every time, Ji Huaizhi would get angry or complain to their master, and the two of them would be scolded and punished, but they would still do it again next time.

After hearing this, Ji Huaizhi picked a leaf from a nearby tree, held it between two fingers, and flicked it out.

The two quickly separated, and the leaf stuck directly into the tree trunk.

Wang Xing stared wide-eyed: "Senior Brother Ji, you're amazing!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the leaves of the tree underwent a strange change. Vines suddenly sprouted from the ground and wrapped around Wangxingwangyue's body, hanging him from the tree.

The two were completely stunned: "Senior Brother Ji, please teach me!"

"How did you do that? We can't even make a tree bloom."

“Yes, Senior Brother Ji, I’ll wash the dishes for you from now on, and Wangyue will bring you water to wash your feet.”

Ji Huaizhi coughed lightly, a smile still in his eyes: "You can just hang here!"

"I'll teach you when you can get down on your own."

The two were stunned.

While dangling in mid-air, I saw Senior Brother Ji walk away.

"Senior brother! Senior brother!"

Junior Brother Wang Shan ran over: "Senior Brother Ji, I think I heard Senior Brothers Xingyue's voices."

"Hmm." Ji Huaizhi suddenly pulled out a bottle of cola from behind him: "Here."

The junior brother's eyes lit up: "Cola!"

"Don't say it was from me!" Ji Huaizhi said, watching him grin foolishly while holding the Coke.

"Senior Brother Ji, you're so kind."

Although Senior Brother Ji seemed to be in a good mood today, he wasn't fierce at all, and he even gave himself a Coke.

"Go have some fun."

Ji Huaizhi returned to his courtyard, took out the talisman drawn by the original owner, looked at it, and then drew it again with his own thoughts, discovering some subtle differences.

First, throw out the original owner's Heavenly Thunder Talisman, which then spontaneously combusts in mid-air.

A loud clap of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Those around them looked up at the sky and discovered that the lightning had struck Ji Huaizhi's courtyard.

I rushed over in a panic, after all, Senior Brother Ji would faint after every practice session.

Upon seeing this, Ji Huaizhi calmly tossed out the talisman he had drawn.

Finding no response, I assumed there was something wrong with my drawing technique and prepared to turn around and try again.

Suddenly, the weather changed dramatically.

Thunder rumbled, and sand and gravel flew all around.

The once clear sky suddenly became overcast, with lightning and thunder. Ji Huaizhi's hair was blown around, and the trees in the courtyard swayed wildly.

Even the koi in the pond became unusually restless.

The disciples of Wan'an Taoist Temple were shocked, and the Taoist priest also came out to check the situation. The senior disciple who was in the dining hall came out with a soup ladle and said, "Damn it, what's going on?"

While gazing at the stars and the moon, they were still hanging from the tree, swinging so hard they felt dizzy.

"Someone please take us down! Won't we get struck by lightning?"

Senior Brother Wang Gui took out a speed talisman and stuck it on himself, instantly teleporting to outside Ji Huaizhi's courtyard.

After the door was opened, lightning struck.

The courtyard gate collapsed in an instant!

The disciples who followed quickly used shield talismans to block the incoming air pressure.

When he got up, he saw that Senior Brother Ji's courtyard wall was gone, and Senior Brother Wang Gui crawled out of the ruins, coughing as he went.

Where is Ji Huaizhi?

Wang Gui looked at his junior brothers' stunned expressions and turned to look at them.

Ji Huaizhi was perfectly protected by a huge silver shield. He stood in the middle, and the small pond in front of him was completely unharmed, with the fish still swimming inside.

The house behind them was not destroyed by the shock, but everything else not within the shield was pulverized by the lightning.