15 minutes later.
In a room in the Feng family's old house, a doctor pinched the Ren Zhong points of Feng Rongjin and An Muya who had fainted. After a while, both of them woke up.
"Mother!"
Feng Rongjin suddenly sat up from the bed, his face full of fear, shouting "Mom". An Muya beside him also opened her eyes blankly.
Chu Qianqiu had already taken off her shroud and washed off the makeup that looked like a dead person, revealing a kind smile. She was sitting by the bed, looking at Feng Rongjin and An Muya tenderly.
"Mom, why did you come back? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? If so, you can go talk to Dad and ask him not to scare me anymore, okay? Also, next time you come back, can you take off your shroud and change your clothes like you do now?" Feng Rongjin said with lingering fear as he patted his chest.
An Muya on the side also quickly echoed: "Yes, Mom, we are really not afraid of you, but it is really a bit scary that you suddenly appear in the middle of the night."
"You little bastard!" Before Chu Qianqiu could say anything, Feng Baolin had already made a quick move. He patted his son's head in annoyance and shouted angrily, "Your mother is not dead yet!"
"Ah?! Not... not dead?" Feng Rongjin widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, his mouth slightly open, and he stood there in a daze.
Chu Qianqiu curled her lips slightly, gently tapped Feng Rongjin's forehead with her finger, and said with a hint of teasing: "Why? Your mother is not dead, are you disappointed?"
"Of course not!" Feng Rongjin came back to his senses and immediately retorted. Then he heard him burst into tears: "Oh my God! You scared me to death! I thought you were really dead!"
As he spoke, Feng Rongjin hugged Chu Qianqiu tightly, as if he was afraid that the person would disappear if he let go. He cried like a child.
Chu Qianqiu looked at her son in her arms, her eyes full of doting and heartache. She reached out and gently stroked his head, saying softly, "Okay, okay, don't cry. Mom is fine."
At this moment, Feng Baolin, the old man of the Feng family who had been standing silently by the side, finally spoke. He looked at Taoist Zuo beside him with emotion and said sincerely, "Thanks to Taoist Zuo, this time. If you hadn't insisted on keeping the body for three days and performing the ritual before the funeral, maybe... maybe Mu Ya would have died in vain!"
"Dad, you are right. We should indeed thank Taoist Zuo." After sorting out her thoughts and calming her mind, An Muya said with a smile.
Feng Rongjin nodded and agreed: "Indeed, Taoist Zuo can be regarded as a great benefactor of our Feng family."
"Wulian Tianzun!"
Facing the Feng family's thanks, Xuantian said calmly, "This is the blessing your Feng family has accumulated through their good deeds. What does this have to do with me?"
Xuantian acted indifferent to fame and fortune and did not take all the credit for himself, which made the Feng family's admiration for him reach the highest point.
"Uh..." Hua Qingcheng's eyes moved back and forth between Xuantian and the Feng family. Suddenly, she rubbed her thumb and index finger meaningfully and said, "Since you want to thank the Taoist priest, why not give us something practical?"
Hearing this, everyone was stunned. They didn't expect Hua Qingcheng to say such a thing so bluntly.
However, when I thought about it carefully, I felt that what she said made sense.
After all, for a cultivator like Xuantian, material rewards such as money may not be the most important thing, but if they can be given some support or help in other aspects, it may be able to better express their gratitude.
Feng Rongjin immediately understood what Hua Qingcheng meant. He smiled and said to Xuantian, "Master, I know you don't care about these worldly things, but we still hope to express our gratitude with some practical actions."
As he spoke, he took out a gold card from his pocket and handed it to Xuantian, saying sincerely: "There is a sum of money in this card. Although it is not much, it is also a small token of our appreciation. Please accept it, Taoist priest."
Xuantian looked at the gold card, frowned slightly, and seemed to be hesitant about whether to accept it.
At this moment, Hua Qingcheng spoke again: "Master, please accept it. Since this is a kind gesture from the Feng family, they would feel bad if you didn't accept it."
After hearing Hua Qingcheng's words, Xuantian thought that he was about to leave here, and Zuo Qinglong would come back with him... Well, just treat it as a gift to that guy.
Thinking of this, Xuantian slowly reached out and took the gold card, smiling and said, "Well, if that's the case, I'd be honored to accept it."
Seeing Xuantian accept the gold card, Feng Rongjin and the others breathed a sigh of relief. After all, in their eyes, it was this Taoist priest who had saved Old Lady Chu from a disaster, and they were very happy to spend some money to avoid disaster.
Just like that, an originally tense situation became relaxed and pleasant because of Hua Qingcheng's words.
Xuantian also made a fortune unexpectedly because there was a full 50 million yuan in that gold card!
Then, Feng Rongjin and An Muya surrounded Old Lady Chu and asked about her well-being. The old man, who had his wife resurrected from the dead, was also filled with emotion.
At dawn, the mourning hall in the main hall of the Feng family's old house had been removed, and the unlucky white cloths, white lanterns, etc. in the house had also been removed one by one.
The Feng family relatives, who were originally resting in the guest room, were awakened by the ping-pong sounds of people cleaning up in the yard and could not help but get up to check. After learning that Old Lady Chu had actually returned from the dead, everyone was stunned.
In the yard, Xuantian said goodbye to Hua Qingcheng: "I will be leaving soon, you... take care!"
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