Chapter 100

Shen Fanhua looked at the house that showed not a glimmer of light, worried, "Wenchang, do you think Wenmei will be alright?"

"Mom, don't worry. When I went to deliver dinner tonight, the master's disciple happened to open the door and said that he had already brought the lunch inside. She just finished eating and was still hungry. He said Master Ye had expended a lot of energy and needed to replenish it. Fortunately, I had ordered four sea cucumbers. I asked the disciple, Little Master Tang, how things were going, and he said everything was going smoothly and we didn't need to wait. It might take all night. Since Little Master Tang said it was going well, you can rest assured. My sister will be fine."

Shen Fanhua felt a bit more at ease after hearing her son's words. Although Qian Wenchang had comforted his mother, he was actually very uncertain. How could a fortune-teller cure a disease that modern medicine couldn't?

After all, Qian Wenchang had studied abroad and been influenced by prestigious international universities. Although he had some doubts, he knew that there were always more unknown things in the world than known ones. So, he was willing to give it a try. Even if it didn't work, the result wouldn't be worse than the current situation.

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Tang Zhendong didn't have time to care about Shen Fanhua and Qian Wenchang's thoughts. He was busy feasting with Old Ye. The cold dishes they had just eaten tasted good, but the hot dishes delivered in a thermal box were even better.

"Should have eaten more just now, ha ha." Tang Zhendong had a huge appetite. First, he was at the age when he could eat the most. Second, he practiced martial arts and had just used a lot of mental energy to calculate the Bagua positions. Therefore, Tang Zhendong needed more nutrition, and his appetite left Old Ye speechless.

"You're still young and strong. I, on the other hand, am old and have a poor appetite," Old Ye sighed, shaking his head.

"You still have a poor appetite? You ate at least three or four dishes, almost as much as me. Don't be modest," Tang Zhendong was dissatisfied with Old Ye underestimating his own appetite. "Pretending to have a small appetite!"

"When do we start?"

"We start at midnight." Tang Zhendong was a bit nervous about performing the soul-returning ritual for the first time. He strictly followed his master's instructions to perform the ritual at midnight when the yang energy in the world was at its weakest. At this time, the yang energy of the Five Emperors' coins could be clearly felt, and the principle of yin and yang attraction could guide the yin soul back home. This was what Master Xu had taught Tang Zhendong, but this was his first time performing it. Although Qian Wenmei's symptoms matched exactly what his master had described, Tang Zhendong was becoming more confident in the magic his master had taught him.

As midnight approached, Tang Zhendong and Old Ye had completed all the preparations for the soul-returning ritual. Qian Wenmei still lay on the bed like a sleeping beauty, motionless.

Tang Zhendong picked up a string of Five Emperors' coins and walked around the house and living room, gradually speeding up. Old Ye stood by the window in the room where Qian Wenmei was, with thick curtains drawn.

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"Qian Wenchang, why is there no light in the room? I... your sister, she..."

Qian Wenchang knew what his mother wanted to ask, but he had no idea what was happening inside. However, he could only comfort her, "Don't worry, Mom. Master Ye is a person of great Daoist power. It will be fine."

"I'm not worried about Master Ye, but about this Little Master Tang. He's so young..."

"Mom, don't worry. Little Master Tang looks like a decent person. He wouldn't do anything improper."

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"Achoo!" Just as the mother and son were secretly discussing Tang Zhendong in the car downstairs, Tang Zhendong sneezed. "There's definitely a cold wind here. I'll deal with it later."

Tang Zhendong didn't know that he was being talked about, which caused him to sneeze.

"Moved, moved!" Old Ye shouted. In the dim moonlight seeping through the door crack, he saw Qian Wenmei's hand move slightly, followed by a tremor in her head. "Where am I?"

Hearing Old Ye's voice, Tang Zhendong darted into the room and turned on the light.

The sudden brightness of the fluorescent light illuminated the room, startling Shen Fanhua and Qian Wenchang, who were waiting in the car downstairs.

"Qian Wenchang, the light is on. I wonder how your sister is?" Shen Fanhua tightly grabbed Qian Wenchang's sleeve, afraid that he wouldn't tell her about her daughter's condition.

Qian Wenchang thought to himself: We're both downstairs, how would I know what's happening upstairs? The light being on could mean two things: one good, one bad. But at this moment, Qian Wenchang absolutely couldn't tell his mother these possibilities. He could only comfort her, "Mom, don't worry. The light was off before, and now it's suddenly on. It must mean your sister's condition is improving."

Before Qian Wenchang finished speaking, his phone rang. Seeing it was Master Ye, his heart trembled. At this late hour, if it were good news, he wouldn't have called. It was probably because his sister's condition hadn't improved or had worsened, which is why he was calling after resting.

Qian Wenchang's fingers trembled. He was afraid to hear bad news and even more afraid that his mother would find out.

"Who's calling? Qian Wenchang, answer quickly." Shen Fanhua urged her son as he hesitated.

"Hello, Master Ye, how is it?"

"Mr. Qian, good evening. I didn't want to disturb you so late, but your sister insisted on making this call. She doesn't have her phone, so I'm calling you. Hold on, I'll give her the phone."

"Brother, what happened? Why are there two strangers in our house?"

Qian Wenchang didn't hear what his sister said, but he confirmed one thing: it was his sister's voice. She was better. Qian Wenchang was overjoyed, feeling a sense of joy at regaining something lost.

"Mom, Wenmei is better. Let's go up and see her!"

When Qian Wenchang and Shen Fanhua went upstairs, they saw their sister sitting safely on the bed. Shen Fanhua hugged her daughter, "Wenmei, you scared me so much."

As the mother and daughter hugged and cried, Tang Zhendong and Old Ye quietly left the room. Soon, Qian Wenchang also left, leaving the room to the mother and daughter.

"Master Ye, Master Tang, thank you so much. You two are truly great Daoists, I'm very grateful."

Old Ye, looking like a high-ranking monk, smiled slightly and nodded to Qian Wenchang, appearing very profound. "Mr. Qian, there's no need to be so formal. It's our duty."

Qian Wenchang took out a card from his pocket and pushed it across the table. "Master, this is 600,000 yuan. Please accept it. When can you perform the ritual to remove the three yin energies from my house?"