C256 Strange Illness

"Mr. Mi's ambition is truly admirable. Come, come, it's getting late. The banquet has already been prepared. Please welcome all the distinguished guests. Please do not stand on ceremony with me."

Seeing that Qing had a rough idea of the situation, he did not mention anything about medical skills anymore. Zhang Jingxuan did not pretend to decline and accepted Daoist Priest Qing's hospitality with the others. No merit and no reward. After all, treating Shea Yanxue was already a great help to Jianqing.

The banquet was quite sumptuous, but the dishes were slightly light. It was already considered not bad when it was done in a rush. Seeing that Daoist Master Qing was accompanying them, the few young Daoists below him, Ren Ming, Ren Zhi, and Ren Zhi were also accompanying them. Ye Shiyuan, Yuen Luoyuan, Gan Shichi, Mi Ouping and a few others used some wine and food to skin each other. Among them, Gan Shichi seemed to be the most interested. He seemed to be very interested in everything. And it was very easy to make friends.

Seeing that the banquet was coming to an end, he saw that Qing still had no intention of serving tea to the guests. He, who had been hiding his anxiety and waiting well, looked like he could not sit still at this moment.

Zhang Jingxuan had seen it for a long time and did not point it out. However, this feeling of not knowing what to say after saying what should be said did not feel good. It was only because Gan Shichi was still happily drinking wine and chatting with Ren Ming and the others that the atmosphere did not seem too awkward.

Finally, a six or seven year old little Daoist boy came in from outside. He did not have a tall stature, but he was smart and cute. He bowed to Jian Qing and said, "Senior brother, the teacher invites you in." After saying that, he glanced in the direction of Zhang Jingxuan. The young man could not hide the curiosity in his heart, so he turned around and left.

Daoist Priest Qing clearly let out a long sigh when he saw him. However, he still looked a little uneasy. Perhaps, it was rare for an old fox like him to see him.

"Mr. Mi, I have sent Martial Uncle to summon you. I wish to trouble Mr. Mi to go alone. This..."

"There is no need to make things difficult for senior brother Qing. The Wudang is a prestigious and upright sect. I naturally trust you. Since the elders have invited you, please lead the way, senior brother."

Seeing Zhang Jingxuan being so straightforward and friendly, Daoist Qing's eyes were filled with gratitude. Yuen Luoyuan, Gan Shichi and the others still wanted to speak, but they were all suppressed by Zhang Jingxuan.

Daoist Qing stood up and brought Zhang Jingxuan out of the house. After making two turns, they arrived at a small courtyard and knocked lightly on the door. The Daoist boy came to greet them.

When the two of them entered, Zhang Jingxuan saw a small courtyard inside, like a miniature Taoist temple. As usual, there was a portrait of Sanqing in the room, and there was a painting on the left wall. There was nothing else in the room.

Zhang Jingxuan was attracted by the painting as soon as he entered the room. The color of the painting was simple and unadorned. The color was elegant and beautiful, and the lines were smooth and round. A king was sitting on the bed. The left and right maids either fanned or stood around the bed. The three of them stood in front of him and looked at him. The entire painting was arranged in such a way that it looked lifelike. Especially the image of the king. He was magnanimous and in high spirits. He was arrogant but not arrogant, even though it was just a painting. It was fascinating.

While he was lost in thought, he heard a cough pull him back to reality. Zhang Jingxuan was suddenly shocked. He had just entered the small room and felt that there was no one there. When he was distracted for a moment, it was as if someone had suddenly appeared out of thin air.

He saw that in the corner of the wall on the right, there was an old Taoist sitting there. He was thin and dry, and there was no flesh on his body. Logically speaking, such an image should give people the feeling that he was in his last years. However, he was quite old, and he still looked full of vitality.

The little Daoist boy said to the old Daoist, "Master, he's here." Then he stood by the side and stared at Zhang Jingxuan with interest.

Seeing Daoist Qing, he hurriedly introduced, "Mr. Mi, this is my Martial Uncle, Daoist Priest Yuu Li. Martial Uncle heard about your abilities, so he wanted to invite you over to see if you can help me send a favor."

Daoist Priest Yuu Li looked at Zhang Jingxuan. His eyes were as clear as water, and he did not look like he was dizzy at all. He nodded slightly and said one word, "Rice?"

"Greetings, Daoist Priest. Zhang Jingxuan of the Litre Bucket Sect was not some rice bag. The reason why he said that was because he did not want the people of the Tang Sect to know who he was. Now that I have met you, there is no need to hide anything. He had heard a lot about Senior Brother Qing just now, so he didn't tell him in advance. Please forgive me."

"Yes." The old Taoist priest showed a satisfied expression.

For some reason, Zhang Jingxuan had a good impression of the young Taoist priest in front of him. This seemed to be something that happened for no reason.

"Cult Master Zhang, I have heard about your deeds a long time ago. Judging from your skills, if you are really from the Mi family, and you don't even know your name, then the strength of the Mi family is really terrifying. That was the reason why he asked this question.

Since he knew that it was Cult Master Zhang who had graced him with his presence, then it wouldn't be strange anymore.

Today's invitation was indeed because the sect had encountered a huge problem that was hard to come by in a hundred years. It might be related to the fate of the sect, so they had to treat it seriously. Now that Cult Master Zhang had come uninvited, it might be a good opportunity for them.

Cult Master Zhang had led his people to two cities, but he did not do anything wrong. As long as he took what he needed, his righteous name had already spread far and wide. Otherwise, this old Daoist would not dare to deal with you. "

" Elder Daoist, you flatter me. This kid is just too bold. Many of these people seem to be in a precarious situation. I can only try my best to see if I can change their fate. As for the outcome, it is not something that I can control."

" It's not a bad choice to do everything you can to listen to the heaven's will. Cult Master Zhang was a benevolent and kind man."

"I will do my best and listen to my own fate. The Heaven's Will is too useless, it is better for me to leave my fate to the Heavens. Otherwise, everything would be attributed to the Heaven's Will. Wouldn't I be lying on the ground without moving? Haha!"

"Good! What a good fate! It seems like I have underestimated Cult Master Zhang. As long as Cult Master Zhang continued to develop, his future achievements would be limitless. Today, I can be considered to have helped Wudang form a good relationship. The Wudang and Cult Master Zhang are friends, not enemies. Cult Master Zhang, feel free to say whatever you want. The Wudang will definitely do everything they can to help themselves. "

Daoist Priest Yuu Li's status in the Wudang was extremely high. It could be said that other than the Sect Master, he also had a very high position in the sect. This person is the one who speaks the most. This gesture of goodwill can't be said to not be grand. Zhang Jingxuan hurriedly expressed his gratitude and asked Daoist Priest Yuu Li why he was in such a difficult situation. He must do his best.

"I am ashamed to say that my Wudang's Sect Master, Junior Brother Yuu Yuan, has recently gotten a strange disease. He has tried all kinds of methods, including food and vomiting. He also couldn't be cured. It had been about a month. If it wasn't for the fact that he has mastered the Mysterious Technique, I'm afraid he would have already ascended to the Immortal Realm by now."

Not eating or drinking for a month and still not dying. It seemed like this Daoist Priest Yuu Yuan's martial arts was not ordinary, but mortals could not really swallow clouds and smoke and eat the wind and drink the dew.

"Six days ago, Tang Si and Tang Liu of Tang Sect came up the mountain to request an audience. They said that they heard that junior brother Yuu Yuan's noble body was lacking in security, so they came to pay a visit. We are all puzzled. This matter is extremely confidential, and only a few core members of our sect know about it. To outsiders, we only say that Junior Brother Yuu Yuan is in secluded cultivation, and that the people from Tang Sect is far away in the river. How would they know that he has come?

However, Fourth Miss Tang took out a set of medicinal pills and said that it could relieve a moment of anxiety. I called the disciples in the sect to try it out. There was no poison, so I hid it from Junior Brother Sect Master and gave him the Water Transformation Test. In the end, it was really effective this time."