The sound of "dongdongdongdongdongdongdong," resounded in the woman's ears, making her feel tighter.

"Yes, who is it?" the woman said calmly.

"I, uncle, come and visit?" The old Taoist outside the door laughed softly.

At this moment, all his figures had appeared, so that the woman would not be so shocked.

"Uncle, what's uncle?" The woman asked again, but she didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Uncle," said the old Taoist outside the door softly.

"I, I haven't heard of this name," the woman did not open the door.

"I have a way to cure my son's brain disease," replied Uncle Du.

There was no anger at all because the woman did not open the door.

"Squeak."

The door was pushed open by a woman.

The moment she saw the uncle, the woman felt nervous and hurriedly closed the door.

The door was just opened just for the sake of the sentence "It can cure her son's brain disease."

However, now she regrets opening the door because the Taoist in front of her was all white in hair and beard, exactly the same as the white-bearded old man her son mentioned before.

"call."

The breeze blew, and no matter how the woman pushed the door, she couldn't push it.

I felt so anxious that I felt tears were about to come out.

"I wonder why my wife wants to keep me from outside the door again?" Uncle Duan nodded slightly.

"You, aren't you, Bai Wuchang, here to ask for my son's life?" The woman was very anxious.

Because no matter how she pushes the door, it can't be pushed open.

It seemed as if he had been cast some immobilization spell.

Uncle Duan laughed and said with a smile:

"To be honest, I am Mr. Ling, I have seen before. When you came out, I was not here. Besides, how could I be the life-seeking Bai Wuchang in broad daylight?"

"As for this, it's just a small trick I have used."

"Take it seriously?" The woman felt relieved when she heard her uncle's story.

"Take it seriously," Uncle Duan nodded slightly.

"Master, please come in," the woman hurriedly brought her uncle into the yard.

.........

"Master, please have tea," the woman poured the tea to her uncle.

"Thank you," Uncle picked up the tea and took a sip.

"It's just ordinary tea, Taoist priest, don't be surprised," the woman smiled.

"It's okay, I just like simple meals the most."

At the door of the inner room, Bai Sizi showed his head out.

"Mom, mom, I'll just say there is an old man with white beard. You don't believe it," said the white fool.

"Master, what you said before can cure my stupid son's brain disease. I wonder if it is true?"

The woman looked at her uncle with concern and asked.

Uncle nodded and said softly:

"In fact, the son is not sick at all."

"Are you sick?" A trace of distrust flashed in the woman's eyes.

How is it possible to be without illness?

In the surrounding area of ​​several miles, who doesn’t know that Bai Shaman is sick?

How could you have the name of Bai Sizi without illness?

Therefore, the woman thought that this Taoist was talking nonsense and had no great ability.

He just pretended to be a fairy-like figure to cheat money.

Of course, the woman did not drive her uncle away directly.

Maybe, I also had a glimmer of hope in my heart.

"If I guess it's not bad, the man turned into this stupid look after he was three years old, and he was very smart before he was three years old."

Uncle Duan showed a smile on his face.

"Master, how did Taoist priest know?" A trace of shock flashed across the woman's eyes.

Their family moved from elsewhere and used to be considered a small capital.

But for the sake of his son's illness, he can be said to have lost all his family's wealth.

Later, they arrived at the capital of Dongqi and went to Beijing.

After all, this is the center of the entire Qi State, and even the doctors' medical skills are much higher than those outside.

Unfortunately, they still couldn't find out after finding out a few doctors.

I spent all my money on my family, but now I can only barely survive, and then I will leave it alone.

As for the fact that my son only started to become stupid after he was three years old, except for telling the doctor, he never revealed any other words.

And this Taoist can diagnose when his son got sick just by meeting him.

"I got an ancient book in my early years, and it recorded the prescription for how to cure men," Uncle Duan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"That's why I said that the son was not sick, but was too smart and jealous of him, which made him look so stupid."

"Please, Master, save my stupid son," the woman bowed immediately, with tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry, since I came here, I just wanted to save the man," Uncle Duan reached out and stroked his beard.

"Thank you, thank you, priest," the woman wanted to buckle her head, but her body couldn't help but sit in the seat.

Looking at the shocked woman, Uncle Duan smiled, "I am just a little bit of art."

"You can save the son, but..." Uncle Duan hesitated a little.

"As long as I can cure my stupid son, I can't even give you all the money," the woman said hurriedly.

This yard in her house is also worth some silver.

As long as the disease can be cured, she will agree to anything.

"Madam has misunderstood. I have long no longer cared about these external things," Uncle Duan shook his head.

"What does the priest want?" the woman asked with concern.

"It takes only one night to cure this disease, and it will take at least a year or two, so..." Uncle Duan looked at the woman and hesitated.

"Does the Taoist priest want to take my son away?" the woman asked.

Uncle nodded and said:

“That’s right.”

"This..." The woman hesitated a little. Since childhood, her son had never left her.

"My son is destined to be a disciple of the closed family. I wonder what my wife wants to do?" Uncle Duan laughed softly.

"I, I want to discuss it after the head of the company comes back. Can the Taoist priest extend it for a few days?" the woman said softly.

"It should be so. I will come again in three days," Uncle Duan stood up and nodded slightly.

"The Taoist priest walked slowly," the woman saluted respectfully.

Uncle Duan shook his head slightly, and unconsciously sang the previous song again.

......

As the ceremony approaches, many people are busy.

This includes the Imperial City Department.

As the commander of the Imperial City Department, Zhang Jing naturally couldn't rest.

Even the city of Shangjing is filled with joy.

After all, this is one of the few festivals of the year.

The border rebellion was still not suppressed, and it seemed that even the great governor at the realm of heaven and man was helpless.

There are many reasons for this, the main reason is that Dongqi cannot use all his strength to suppress it.

Because once you go to the capital, it will be empty.
To be continued...