Chapter 8



A faint black smoke rose from the insect's body, and a strong stench instantly spread throughout the room. Everyone pinched their noses, frowned, and endured the nausea brought by the smell.

Jing Cheng took a few quick steps, approached the scalpel, and leaned over to observe.

He didn't even blink, seeming totally unaffected.

Everyone: “…” Young man, is your sense of smell impaired?

Recalling the scene just now, everyone seemed to be in a martial arts drama, especially the moment when Jing Cheng swung the knife with one hand, as if they were about to blurt out: Look at my flying knife!

Don’t judge a book by its cover… This was the common thought in everyone’s mind in the ward at this moment.

Jing Cheng didn't think he was showing off his skills. In his era, children as young as thirteen or fourteen could go to the battlefield, and any man on the street could wield swords and guns.

Because there are no ghosts and gods in prosperous times, but there are many demons and monsters in troubled times. Where there is war, there is blood, which easily breeds resentment, and the yin is strong and the yang is weak, so that ghosts and gods take over and demons run rampant. Mortals protect their homes and defend their country, and they eliminate demons and defend morality, so "in troubled times, force is supreme" is not a joke.

When dealing with these evil insects, Jing Cheng habitually crushes them with violence, completely unaware of how incompatible his behavior is with today's harmonious society.

Maybe it was because the patient had been lying in bed for a few days, Jing Cheng still felt that he was a little unfamiliar with swordsmanship. Normally, he would have killed someone with one blow.

...

...

And now, Peng Tu's eight wings are still struggling...

“Cough cough—cough cough cough—”

The only sound left in the room was Xiaohui's heart-wrenching cough, while the others stared at the scene in a daze, not daring to make a sound.

The old lady was the first to react. She stepped forward to pat her grandson on the back as he continued to cough. She said ecstatically, "All right, this time it's really better. Your stomach is smaller and you're not hungry anymore..."

Jing Cheng squatted down calmly, pulled out the scalpel that was stuck in Peng Tu's body, and then stabbed him several more times. As Peng Tu struggled to death, green blood flowed in the cracks of the tile.

After a few breaths, the insect finally stopped struggling, and Jing Cheng let go.

Everyone: “…”

Even though they knew that this bug was the culprit that caused the child's physical changes, when they saw the body on the ground that had been smashed into mud and was almost unrecognizable, they looked at Jing Cheng with complicated eyes.

How should I put it? It’s a bit hard to put into words.

Jing Cheng stood up without noticing anything, and wiped the blood off the back of his hand with a piece of paper, and said to the old lady: "I tapped Xiaohui's Tiantu acupoint just now to make him spit out Peng Tu as soon as possible. Maybe the force was a bit too strong, and his neck will be swollen in the next few days. Go home and make him some Sterculia lychnophora, and he will be fine after drinking it for a few days."

Xiaohui coughed for a while and then he was fine. He didn't know why he suddenly vomited out a bug, but he vaguely knew that it was the brother in front of him who saved him, so he had a good impression of Jingcheng.

The boy, who was about seven or eight years old, was very active and lively. He didn't care that he almost died. After he recovered, he immediately touched his stomach curiously and said to Jing Cheng, "I'm not hungry now. Brother, you are awesome!"

Jing Cheng was about to smile, but his eyes froze.

He noticed a red line on Xiaohui's neck when he tilted his head back.

The red line was originally hidden in the clothes and only appeared when Xiaohui looked up to talk to him. If it weren't for his sharp eyes, he would not have been able to notice it.

There was a barely perceptible hint of yin energy on the red line, which made him frown deeply.

"Master! Our whole family really doesn't know how to thank you! Thank you so much!" Xiaohui's parents finally realized what was happening, with ecstasy looks on their faces.

Especially Xiaohui's mother, she wanted to wake up herself who had mocked the other person before, because the other person was really capable! She actually questioned and challenged again and again, hoping that the master would not blame her.

As for the male doctor, his mind was blank and he could not utter a word. What had just happened had completely destroyed his belief in materialism. He no longer dared to deceive himself that there were no ghosts or gods in this world.

Jing Cheng stretched out a finger and picked up the red string worn around Xiaohui's neck. He pulled it and saw an exquisitely carved jade Guanyin hanging below the red string.

Guanyin had a peaceful face, a compassionate expression, a slight smile on her lips, and was lifelike...no different from the jade Guanyins Jingcheng had seen before.

However, Jing Cheng knew that the trace of Yin energy was emanating from this piece of jade.

Jing Cheng exerted a little force, the red thread broke, and the Jade Guanyin fell into his palm.

The old lady looked at his expression and asked carefully: "Master, is there something wrong with this jade?"

"Let me see." Jing Cheng held the jade in his palm and felt it. He didn't find any ghost inside, but it was also possible that the evil spirit living in it was the one that collided with Xiaohui. After he got rid of it, only a little bit of yin energy was left.

Xiaohui's parents also looked at him nervously. Could it be that this piece of jade was the culprit that made their son sick?

Jing Cheng looked at it for a long time but didn't find anything wrong, but he still had to say what he had to say: "You should know that this is a dead jade, right?"

Xiaohui's father was surprised and asked, "Dead jade? Master, do you mean this jade is fake?"

"It's not fake, it's dead jade." Jing Cheng paused, "This thing is usually used as a magic weapon to suppress ghosts. I see some yin energy left on this Guanyin, which means it has at least sealed ghosts."

The male doctor who heard this explanation: "..."

Why the hell should I listen to this? The male doctor pushed his glasses up and walked away from them with a blank expression.

“Ghost? Did you buy this for Xiaohui?” Xiaohui’s mother turned around, punched her husband in the chest, and said angrily, “You are such a jerk who betrayed your son!”

Xiaohui's father was beaten so hard that he dared not fight back. He said aggrievedly: "I see my son likes it very much. It's not expensive, only 20 yuan."

The old lady twisted his arm fiercely and cursed, "Idiot! You dare to buy jade for twenty yuan? Aren't you afraid that it was dug out from a dead person's grave?!"

Isn't twenty dollars too much? I didn't expect this family, who were dressed simply, to be so rich!

Jing Cheng couldn't help but observe the man's face. Although he was born strong, he had a low and narrow forehead, which meant that he was born poor. The Tiancang was sunken. The Tiancang was above the temples, which represented the man's wealth and property. A sunken nose meant that his family fortune was not rich and it was difficult for him to accumulate wealth. A sunken nose bridge, the nose is the root of wealth, and a sunken nose bridge or a broken nose root meant that his wealth came and went like duckweed and he had difficulty keeping it.

All signs indicate that although this person has no worries about food and clothing, he is not a wealthy person.

It turns out that appearance is not the best way to judge a person...

Singles are not enough, we need to play doubles... Xiaohui's father defended: "Didn't you say 'Men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha', and insisted that I buy a jade Buddha for Xiaohui?"

Seeing that he dared to deny it, the old lady became even more angry: "I was just saying it casually, but I didn't know you would be so fooled. You wouldn't even take the 20 yuan jade white! How could I raise a son as stupid as you!"

Xiaohui's mother rarely colluded with her mother-in-law and scolded her, "How could my son have such a stupid father like you!"

Xiaohui’s father: “…” He has a she-devil above him and married another she-devil. Why is he so miserable?

Be greedy for small gains and suffer big losses. Since ancient times, there has been no such thing as pie falling from the sky. There are always some people who think they are special, but they don't know that even those with great luck have to go through some torture and experience in the world.

If Jing Cheng hadn't intervened this time, Xiao Hui didn't know what would have happened to him...

Xiaohui’s father really deserves to be beaten!

Jing Cheng and the white coats watched the fun for a while, and when they saw the farce was over, they spoke with a lingering feeling: "It's true that men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha, but Xiaohui is still a child, so there's no need to be so particular. If you really want to do good for the child, just wear a longevity lock or a small silver bracelet... If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. You should not keep the jade pendant with you, find a place to bury it."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

The aftereffects of a concussion are really troublesome. He is still dizzy now.

Xiaohui’s three parents were stunned.

"Leaving now?" Xiaohui's mother was surprised for a moment, then she accidentally glanced at the sky outside and realized, "That's right, it's so late, I'm sorry to disturb the master's rest."

The old lady said: "I haven't asked you what your name is, and where you live. You have helped us so much. Tomorrow, our family of four will come to thank you."

"My Taoist name is Lingsu." Jing Cheng smiled slightly and pretended to be cool, "As a member of the Xuanmen sect, it is my duty to slay demons and eliminate evil! There is no need to thank me."

Everyone: “…”

At this moment, they seemed to see a divine light shining behind this handsome young man.

Is it so dazzling?

Before leaving, Jing Cheng deliberately passed by the male doctor. After hesitating for a moment, he patted the other's shoulder and said earnestly: "I know you believe in science, and there is nothing wrong with that. But there are many things that cannot be explained by science. I hope you can understand."

Male doctor: "..." I already understand, because your existence itself is unscientific. He didn't even know that there are still people in the mysterious world today. Is there a legendary "relevant department" stationed in some common place?

Otherwise, how do we say "great seclusion in the city"...

After this incident, the male doctor would stop for a while near some old small restaurants or old street offices on his way home from get off work, then smile meaningfully, and was almost mistaken for a psychopath by passers-by... But that's a story for later.

"Oh, by the way, I don't think there's anything wrong with my brain, so I don't need to do that EEG test tomorrow, right?"

Male doctor: "…EEG and brain CT."

Jing Cheng said angrily: "Whatever it is, I don't want to do it anyway."

Today's medicine is so scary that they can even open up a person's head to take a look. Wearing that cold instrument on his head made Jing Cheng feel as if his own thoughts were being probed, which was very uncomfortable.

Male doctor: “…Yes.”

He almost forgot that the master was also a child, and children hate seeing a doctor.

After Jing Cheng left, the female nurses who stayed in the ward were still pestering the old lady: "Auntie, how do you know that he is a master with real talent and knowledge?"

"He's clearly just a child. I thought he was just fooling around at first."

"I even said he was delusional, and no one blamed me."

The male doctor pricked up his ears; he was also curious.

"He can tell at a glance that I'm trying to scam you! So I believe him!" The old lady's answer was resounding.

Everyone: “…” This is really an answer that is irrefutable.

The old lady glanced at the notebook in the male doctor's arms and thought of something: "Little doctor, you should know the master's name, right?"

The male doctor looked stern. He held the medical record tightly and shook his head: "No, the hospital cannot disclose the patient's identity information at will. This is our professional code of conduct."

Seeing the male doctor's unimpressive look, the old lady was not disappointed: "I remember you said he was in ward 1605, right? I'll come early tomorrow."

Male doctor: “…” Why did he talk so much before?

On the way home.

Xiaohui's mother suddenly remembered something and lowered her head to ask her son: "Where did your father buy the Jade Guanyin for you? Do you remember? I will go to the boss to settle the account tomorrow!"

Xiao Hui scratched his head, thought for a moment and said, "It's in a store opposite Nanming Middle School, but I forgot what it's called?"

"That aristocratic school? Why would you go there when you have nothing better to do?"

"My friend told me that the stuff his brother bought there is magical!"

"I remember." Xiaohui's father interrupted, "It was an Internet celebrity store. The store manager was a young man. Many people went there to buy talismans and jade Buddhas. It was very popular in the South City District."

"It seems to be called 'Solving Problems', that should be the name."

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The author has something to say:

Small theater:

Jing Cheng: We in the Xuanmen sect win the hearts of the people with virtue and are compassionate. We never eat a grain of rice from the poor common people.

the next day:

Xiaohui's grandmother: "Master Jing! This is the salted duck egg I pickled in the countryside. It's so juicy and delicious! Would you like to try it?"

"..." Jing Cheng took a bite, "It's quite fragrant."

The previous explanation of "big and strong" is -

Big Five:

Ears: Big ears indicate good fortune.

Shoulder: The shoulders are strong and powerful.

Hands: Big hands can gather wealth.

Hips: Hips are big and sit like a bell.

Feet: Big feet allow you to travel far and wide.

Three thick:

Neck, arms and legs.

Those generals or landlords in ancient times basically looked like this.

ps: Because I revised the article several times before, all the drafts I had saved were deleted. I will try my best to update it every day. If I can't update it every day, I will update it every other day. The most important thing is that I will definitely not give up!

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