Soon, Master Lian came out to greet him. He stood at the door and stared at Ye Moxun for a while. When he met Ye Moxun's disdainful gaze, a glint flashed in Master Lian's eyes. He felt that there was hope, and his son might really be saved.
This Taoist priest looks extraordinary; he might truly be a reclusive master. Let's invite him in first, lest we offend him.
"Please come in, Taoist priest. Let's talk this out." Even the master was desperate and consulted all the famous doctors in Fengcheng. After examining him, each of them shook their heads and said there was no cure. A month passed, and he was somewhat disheartened, resigning himself to the fact that his eldest son was beyond saving.
He has more than one son, Lian Qin. Although Lian Qin is the smartest and most capable among his sons, he is too fond of beautiful women, which is why he ended up like this. If Lian Qin is really beyond saving, then the future head of the Lian family will have to be someone else.
Ye Moxun said calmly, "No need for trouble. I'm here for your young master. Master Lian, please take me to see your young master directly."
He didn't have the patience to deal with Old Man Lian, so he quickly finished reading Lian Qin's book and left.
This Taoist priest knew that his son was not at home, so he refused to enter. I wonder if he really had some kind of divination or if he had other plans.
Alright, let's take him to see Qin'er first. If he can really be cured, it means this Taoist priest has real skills. If he can't be cured, it means he's a charlatan. Then we'll have the servants arrest him and send him to the yamen for the officials to deal with.
How could Ye Moxun not see the other party's various doubts? Although the old man concealed it very well, Ye Moxun still caught the fleeting calculation in his mind.
The once powerful and influential families were indeed not to be underestimated. Even in their decline, they were still far superior to ordinary families. Their vision and shrewdness were acquired through exposure and careful cultivation from a young age.
However, Ye Moxun wasn't worried about what he would see. After all, he came here just for fun, and he didn't care too much about the outcome.
Without further ado, Master Lian immediately ordered a carriage to be prepared to take the Taoist priest to the manor where Lian Qin was recuperating.
"Please come, Daoist Master. My son is not currently at home, but is being cared for at a manor outside the city. I'll have to trouble you to make the trip." Master Lian smiled sincerely and was very respectful.
This old fox smiled innocently, but he was actually full of evil intentions. Look at the lineup of servants he arranged: eight tall and strong men, and even the coachman looked like a trained fighter. He was waiting for Lian Qin to see him and, if he dared to say that he couldn't cure him, he would take him down on the spot.
Unfortunately, Ye Moxun didn't take these people seriously. He calmly got into the carriage, and Song Tantan also got into the carriage with an air of nonchalance. The servant carrying a wooden box was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to get in or not.
"Give me the medicine box, you can go back to the inn and wait there." Ye Moxunyi pointed to something.
The servant was taken aback for a moment, but he was quick-witted; otherwise, Ye Moxun wouldn't have brought him along. Seeing Ye Moxun's signal, he immediately understood, "Yes, disciple understands."
If the servant goes back now, he will definitely be followed by the Lian family. The young master said to go back to the inn, but he can't go back because they didn't book a room at the inn at all. How can he go back?
He could only wander around the streets, darting about in crowded places, until he shook off his pursuers before quietly returning home.
Ye Moxun and Song Tantan sat in the carriage without saying a word. They leaned against the carriage and pretended to doze off. About half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a house, and the two opened their eyes.
"Master, we've arrived. Please get out of the car," Old Man Lian reminded him from outside.
Ye Moxun gestured to Song Tantan to carry the medicine box, but she replied with a look that she would carry her own things and not help him carry the box.
Ye Moxun: He is now a reclusive master, a person of status. How can he carry the suitcase himself? That would ruin his image.
Song Tantan: You're just being pretentious. Why do you have to disguise yourself as a so-called Taoist priest? What's the point?
The two exchanged glances for several seconds before Song Tantan finally gave in, grabbing the suitcase and pushing him aside before getting off the carriage herself.
Ye Moxun: "..." Can't you give me some face when we're out in public?
Master Lian originally thought that the Taoist priest would get off the carriage first, but it turned out that the young man next to the Taoist priest jumped off the carriage first. This kid looked quite skilled and had a big temper, and seemed to be more arrogant than the Taoist priest.
After the Taoist priest came down, he did not reprimand the boy, but his eyes showed a hint of helplessness and indulgence.
The house looked quite grand, with a vermilion gate and gray bricks and tiles. As if knowing that the master had arrived, the gate opened from the inside, and a steward-like man led several servants out to greet them.
"Master, the young master is waiting inside." The steward had already received instructions from Master Lian in advance, and preparations at the mansion had been made.
Ye Moxun and Song Tantan pretended not to understand the subtle tension between the steward and Master Lian, keeping their eyes down and calmly following Master Lian into the house.
After passing through a long corridor and an archway, Ye Moxun arrived at Lian Qin's room. Upon closer inspection, he saw that Lian Qin was indeed lying on the bed with his mouth crooked and drooling, just like someone with cerebral palsy. He didn't react at all when someone came in, and he didn't even blink.
The symptoms looked really serious. Before coming here, Ye Moxun was very confident that he could cure the person, but now he dared not be so careless. He didn't know how Zhang Qingling, that crazy woman, had researched and developed a poison that had turned the person into this terrible state.
Master Lian had been observing the Taoist priest's expression. Although the priest had no expression, Master Lian had still noticed the frown he had made earlier. His heart sank. Was this old Taoist priest really helpless?
He was thinking to himself that if the old Taoist priest said he couldn't cure him, he would order his men to tie him up. Now that he was here, he wouldn't be able to leave so easily.
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