National Art: Opening Golden Bell Jar

Zhuang Zesheng's state was so good that he was about to explode. He kept shouting and shouting, and tears were gushing out like he didn't spend any money.

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As for having a bad impression of Chen Yang?He wished he could hold Master Chen up to the sky, "It's amazing, Mom and Dad... How did you find such a person?"

Mom looked at him with a smile, and raised her hand to wipe away tears before she spoke softly, "Mom and Dad just didn't give up, as long as you work hard, as long as it's possible, of course you can find it."

"There must be very few such people in our country," Zhuang Zesheng said thoughtfully. In fact, when they encounter this kind of disease, they may not have many choices. There are only a few well-known experts in the country. After searching one by one, Just looking for weirdos everywhere.

Why did Zhuang Haoyun have contact with Buddhism and Taoism?That's why he even treated his son's illness as "the evil".

It feels kind of funny, doesn't it?But there is no way, they have tried all the means, and there is really no way.

Therefore, when Chen Yang's attack had an effect, Zhuang Zesheng would not think that he was lucky to meet an unborn expert—there might be many such experts.

He was very sure, "Maybe the whole of China, he alone can cure me."

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"Okay, let's not talk about this," Zhuang Haoyun saw that he had no prejudice against Master Chen, but was the one who worshiped Master Chen, so he was relieved and asked the question he cared about, "How do you feel about the effect?"

The effect is very good, Zhuang Zesheng can already feel that his legs are swollen, his stomach is also warm, and he feels full of energy all over his body—in fact, there is no need to say anything else, only that when Chen Yang stretches out his hand, his legs feel pain, It shows that people have real skills.

"That's good," Zhuang Haoyun couldn't help but spoil himself when he saw his son so happy, "Master said, six days... as long as six days, you can walk down the ground."

"Six days...really?" Before Zhuang Zesheng could speak, his mother cried out first, and the tears couldn't stop. Later, she simply burst into tears, "Son, it's my father. I'm sorry mom."

Anyway, I cried with joy, everyone understands.

Zhuang Zesheng was confused about the cause and effect of this incident. He probably guessed that he was hurt by some "evil spirit", and his parents may have made some mistakes in the process.

Anyway, he wouldn't think that his parents would deliberately harm him. Seeing her crying sadly, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed her hand, "Mom, it's nothing... Isn't it better now?"

His mother was still crying loudly, and she couldn't stop her, as if she wanted to vent all the torment she had endured in the past four years.

Zhuang Zesheng waited and rolled his eyes, "Oh, my stomach hurts, I want to go to the toilet..."

This method couldn't be more effective. When his mother heard the words, her crying stopped abruptly. Although her tears could not be stopped for a while, she asked with concern, "Is it a relief?"

Zhuang Zesheng originally shouted casually, but the next moment, he felt abdominal pain like a cramp, "Oh my God, why does it hurt so much?"

In the bus, in addition to the three family members, there was a driver surnamed Ge.

The driver and Zhuang Haoyun lifted Zhuang Zesheng out of the car, and at the same time brought a wooden chair with a hollowed-out center. Zhuang Zesheng has been sitting on this chair for so many years.

The next moment, there was a strange smell, and Driver Ge couldn't help but tilt his head, "pua~pua~ Shengsheng, what are you eating..." B.

Chapter 670

Zhuang Zesheng himself almost choked on his own excrement.

But he was really happy because, he thought, it might be the legendary detox...or even a marrow wash.

After finishing the convenience, he returned to the car, his spirit became better and better, "No wonder Master Chen doesn't let you use the car, so that's how it is."

"Shengsheng, do you want to eat something?" Zhuang Haoyun said aloud, "The master said, you can eat whatever you want, open it."

Zhuang Zesheng is also in good spirits when it comes to happy events, "I just feel hungry, so I can eat anything... Don't you want to eat?"

Since he got this disease, he followed the doctor's orders and could not eat food that might be bad for his health - just "maybe".

Zhuang Haoyun hesitated for a while, but nodded, "Well...it should be anything you can eat, you can eat whatever you want today."

His wife immediately took out her mobile phone. At this time, how could she care about crying? "Son, you said, Mom will give you some takeout."

"Hey...don't," Zhuang Haoyun stopped her, "or I'll ask those two gates if the takeaway can be brought in."

After a while, he came back with a smile, "Takeaway can only go to the gate of the mountain, but I put [-] for them and let them help with errands."

The two guards didn't dare to accept red envelopes, but they didn't have any pressure to earn such hard work.

The family was happy for a while, and Zhuang Zesheng finally asked the question he couldn't understand, "What is the evil spirit?"

Zhuang Haoyun explained to his son in general, not only Zhuang Zesheng was listening, but Xiao Ge in the driver's seat in front of him also pricked up his ears.

After listening to this, Zhuang Zesheng was stunned for a while, before he sighed helplessly, "This, our Zhuang family... The ancestors are really amazing."

This cause... He didn't know who to turn to if he wanted to complain. He also knew about that precious gem, and he also said that it would be passed on to him and become a family heirloom in the future.

After being stunned for a while, he remembered one more thing, "Dad, the master said that it will take three months for me to get better. Why do you say that I can go to the ground in six days?"

Zhuang Haoyun had to talk about the difference between "treatment of the symptoms" and "treatment of the root cause", and also talked about the consequences of the two.

"Of course we have to get rid of the root cause!" His wife said without hesitation, "This is not negotiable! Son, tell your dad...are you willing to lose 30 years of life?"

"Who wants to live less?" Zhuang Zesheng replied simply, "However, if it costs too much..."

"It will definitely cure the root cause," his mother said again, "I am just a son like you, and I will recognize it no matter how much it costs!"

Zhuang Haoyun smiled bitterly, "It's not about money, the master said, it's because he's inconvenient here..."

He repeated the relevant words again, "...they are definitely not bad for money, but now I don't know what can impress him."

There was silence in the car for a long time, the driver Xiaoge coughed lightly, "Mr. Zhuang, I'll get out of the car and have a cigarette."

He stepped down on the front foot, and Zhuang Haoyun went down on the back foot.

While the two were smoking, Driver Ge said, "Mr. Zhuang, as far as I understand it, this Master Chen is a different person... I reckon that he is more interested in "Tao Jing" and these magical things. interested."

"I know this too," Zhuang Haoyun replied with a frown, "but I don't have these things in my hands anymore. There are some Taoist scriptures in my family, but they were all divided up when the family was separated."

Xiaoge has been with him for more than ten years, and he knows a lot of secrets, and he will not hide them.

The driver smothered his head and took two puffs of cigarettes before speaking again, "Anyway, I think, let's think about this..."

Early the next morning, Zhuang Zesheng was woken up by the pain. He felt incomparable pain in the lower part of his chest and abdomen. In his words, he would rather cut these parts off than endure the pain.

But his parents think it's not a bad thing - it's not normal to feel a little pain after four years?

Near noon, Chen Yang came again, gave Zhuang Zesheng a massage, and also answered this question - that's right, you are not only in pain, but also swollen for two days, or... let you recover more slowly ?

Compared to the temptation to stand up and walk, the pain is nothing, and Zhuang Zesheng said that he could bear it.

In the afternoon, his leg started to swell, only a little was visible to the naked eye, but he felt it was swollen into a ball.

On the next day, Chen Yang fed Zhuang Zesheng the second Peiyuan Pill and massaged him again.

In the afternoon, Zhuang Zesheng's legs swayed slightly, and he burst into tears again.

Zhuang Haoyun felt that he couldn't go on like this. The speed of his son's recovery was amazing, but he didn't think that after three days of treatment, his son would be able to become a normal person.

He had to do something, so he said hello to his wife, left the luxury bus, and left Luohua Manor.

At the same moment, Chen Yang was pondering over the broken stones brought by Zhuang Haoyun.

These dozen or so stones were screened out by him from hundreds of stones, and then he tried to piece them together.

Unfortunately, his efforts failed, at least two stones were missing, and he couldn't piece together a complete prototype of the magic weapon.

But the general shape came out. It was a stone lock with a handle on it and a square stone below.

Although two fragments are missing, when these fragments are put together, the evil spirit is not superimposed in the form of addition at all, it feels more like multiplication.

When the stone locks were formed, more than a dozen stones could not be stacked together, and they were extremely repelling each other.

No matter what Chen Yang said, he was also an immortal cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining. He used the spiritual energy in his body and went all out, but he could barely squeeze them together.

However, as soon as he squeezed the broken stone lock together, the murderous murderous aura erupted violently in an instant, causing goose bumps all over his body.

Immediately afterwards, the originally gloomy sky became more and more gloomy, and it was obvious that a kind of coercion was brewing from above the nine heavens, and the heavenly prestige was about to descend.

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, and immediately let go of the aura, and the stone locks scattered in all directions.

He blinked, maybe... I was wrong, it's not just a magic weapon?

Broken into a pile, still lacking parts, it can still have such power, Chen Yang has to think about it, is this a magic weapon that a cultivator in the dust stage can control?

The names of various instruments and magic weapons on the mobile phone plane are actually quite confusing. Everyone agrees that those that can be controlled in the Qi refining period are called magic instruments, and those that can be controlled in the dust-exoring and Jindan periods are called magic weapons.

For example, in Chen Yang's hand, there is also a mace in the stone, which is a weapon that can only be used by cultivators in the dusty stage. It is called a treasure soldier.

He can untie the super-bound fairy rope, which is a magic weapon in the ordinary sense.

The origin of these two things is not very innocent , especially the former , he probably will try to avoid using 0 .

This is a digression. Speaking of which, cultivators in the Jindan stage are also using magic weapons, and after all, they have not reached the great realm of cultivating gods.

However, the cultivators of the Jindan stage are already called real people, so the magic weapons they use are also called real treasures.

As for the cultivation to the spiritual stage, that is to give birth to the Nascent Soul, which is completely detached from the ordinary. In the eyes of the practitioners of the Jindan stage, they are also real immortals, so they are called immortal tools.

What Chen Yang is thinking about now is that this stone lock feels like... a real treasure?

Anyway, the evil spirit inside is very obvious, and he can't bear it together.

He pondered for two days and found that he couldn't figure it out, but he was sure that this was definitely a good thing.

The six days he expected had come, and as expected, Zhuang Zesheng could go down and walk around.

But this kind of walking is in a symbolic sense. Those two dry sticks can't support his body at all. He can only walk. After four years of bed rest, his body can still maintain such vitality, thanks to him. young.

Chen Yang originally wanted to ask them to leave, but Zhuang Haoyun was not there, and Zhuang Zesheng's body seemed to need a few days to recover.

Since you can't settle the bill, Chen Yang said, you can stay on the bus for a few more days - I won't overcharge you, just remember not to wander around.

Two days later, Mou Miao sent another batch of pot machines, and Chen Yang analyzed the Lingzhi formation, which has now expanded to a range of ten acres... If you continue to analyze, the probability of success is estimated to be greatly reduced.

Chen Yang has accumulated [-] Guotuo machines now, and he plans to wait for the next batch of [-] to arrive, making a total of [-], and transfer them directly to the phone plane.

His villa in the park has entered the stage of interior decoration. Sister Hong is watching this matter, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

The jade villa in the manor, the civil engineering has also been completed, it looks really beautiful from the outside, and when the lights shine at night, it is crystal clear like a fairyland.

Jade is jade, marble and the like, there is really no way to compare.

Of course, if it is made into a video, outsiders may not be able to tell whether it is white marble or real jade, but when you are in the scene, you can deeply feel that this is a house made of jade.

At this time, those construction workers also reacted - could this really be jade?

So some people started to use their brains to get out small pieces of jade, which is also money.

But it is a pity that the manor is now covered with surveillance cameras, and infrared alarms are still being installed everywhere, and any small movements cannot escape the surveillance cameras.

Zhang Caixin was very concerned about the construction of this house, and found a person with dirty hands and feet.