The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 98 Painting Demon

Zhou Fengchen couldn't just leave like that, so he turned around and said, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

The old woman pleaded pitifully, "Can you save my son?"

Zhou Fengchen asked, "What happened to your son? Who told you I could save him?"

The old woman said, "My son has been in a coma for half a year. He only smiles with his eyes closed every day. We've been to many hospitals, but they can't find anything wrong with him. He's become so thin that he's unrecognizable. This afternoon, an old deity suddenly came to our door and said that my house is filled with dark energy and bad luck, which must be the work of a demon! He also asked if there was someone in our family who had been bedridden for a long time?"

Zhou Fengchen sneered. What kind of old immortal was this? He was probably just a fake monk named Yuanzhi in disguise. He asked, "And then?"

A middle-aged woman next to the old lady, sobbing, interjected, "When we heard this, we thought it was incredibly accurate, so we asked the old sage what to do. The old sage said his powers were limited and he couldn't help, but don't panic. I've calculated that your family has a tremendous opportunity. Tonight, between eight and nine o'clock, a highly powerful Taoist master will pass by. This master looks to be in his twenties, about 1.75 meters tall, with somewhat long hair and single eyelids. You must be sincere when you beg him. You must stop him no matter what, because only he can save your family! Remember!"

The old lady seemed to remember something and said, "Oh, right! He also said this Taoist priest's surname is Zhou! You are Master Zhou, right?"

Zhou Fengchen slapped his forehead. This was a plot that only appeared in fantasy novels. That bastard Fake Yuanzhi really knew how to make things up!

He looked around and then cursed, "You wretch! You think you can mess with me? Wait till I catch you, I'll skin you alive and pull out your tendons!"

The group of people were startled, wondering why the "master" had suddenly become angry. Then they realized that the master was a deity, and he was probably scolding the monster in the house. They all turned around and looked into the courtyard.

The old lady even gave a wink, and a young man quietly ran into the house, only to quickly run back, shaking his head with a mournful face.

The old woman, desperate, grabbed Zhou Fengchen's leg and cried, "Master! Immortal! You are our family's destiny. I don't care, you must save my son!"

The others were eager to try their luck and also wanted to rush over and latch onto the god's coattails.

Zhou Fengchen realized that he probably wouldn't be able to leave today. What the hell was going on?

"Can't the hospital find anything wrong?" He gritted his teeth: "Let's make this clear first, if it's some kind of difficult or complicated illness, I'm not a doctor and I'm not sure, but if I do manage to cure it, I can't just help you out of the blue. Ten thousand yuan, not a penny less!"

"Yes!" The old lady's eyes lit up, and she quickly pulled out ten thousand yuan from her pocket and handed it over. "Here you go!"

Having received the money, Zhou Fengchen felt much better. He helped the old lady up, "Let's go inside and take a look!"

A group of people surrounded Zhou Fengchen and rushed into the small villa.

The bedroom on the second floor was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine. A middle-aged man lay on the bed with a thin face and a strange smile that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Master, look..." the old lady asked, her face wrinkled.

A group of people were also staring intently at Zhou Fengchen.

Zhou Fengchen's eyes instantly turned red. He scanned the room twice, finally lingering on a landscape painting for a moment before his eyes returned to normal. He then made a hand seal, placed it to his ear, listened quietly for a while, smiled softly, and walked to the sofa in the hall with his hands behind his back to sit down.

"Master..." The old woman and a group of people surrounded him again, "My son... what happened to him?"

Zhou Fengchen took out a talisman and beckoned over a young man, "Put it on the bedroom door!"

After the young man finished affixing the talisman, Zhou Fengchen asked, "Where did that ancient painting in the bedroom come from?"

"this……"

The old woman looked at the middle-aged woman beside her with a puzzled expression. The woman, startled, said, "This... does it matter?"

Zhou Fengchen sneered, "I asked you where you came from?"

"Okay, okay, that's how it is..." The middle-aged woman nodded and began to explain.

The family's surname is Wang. The comatose Mr. Wang works in real estate, but the real estate market has been sluggish in recent years, and his business has suffered heavy losses.

Once, he was drinking and complaining to a friend who dealt in antiques. This friend told him, "Antiques are for prosperous times, gold is for chaotic times. Why don't you get into antiques? They don't have a fixed value. If you get a rare item, you might make millions in profit by reselling it."

Mr. Wang thought it over and decided that going big was impossible, but trying his luck on a small scale was more feasible. After some time, he and his friend, who dealt in antiques, went to a place in Shaanxi and found a tomb raider surnamed Li, hoping to get some funerary objects from him.

The tomb raider surnamed Li said that unfortunately, all the items in the shop had been sold off, and suggested that they try their luck at Malanshan, where there were many fellow tomb raiders.

The two then headed straight to Malanshan Town, but after several days of wandering around, they still hadn't found anything decent.

That evening, Mr. Wang went out alone and wandered around. As he wandered, he came to a valley. He didn't know where he was. It was dark and quite scary, so he quickly turned around and went back.

While walking, Mr. Wang noticed a girl squatting by the roadside crying. Curious, he asked her what was wrong and why she was crying so late at night.

The girl was holding a painting in her hand. She looked up and said, "My husband is sick and we don't have money for treatment, so I brought out this family heirloom painting to sell. But nobody recognizes its value; they're all only willing to offer a few hundred yuan."

Mr. Wang took the painting and looked at it against the night sky. He didn't quite understand it, but he felt it was somewhat interesting. He didn't care about the small amount of money and said, "I'll offer you a thousand. If you like it, sell it to me. If not, forget it."

The girl was overjoyed and quickly said yes, yes.

Mr. Wang paid the money, took the painting, and ran back to the hotel to show it to his friend who dealt in antiques. After studying it for a long time, his friend got excited and said, "Brother, you've struck it rich! This is a genuine landscape and lady painting from the Song Dynasty. It's worth at least tens of millions."

Mr. Wang was so excited that he couldn't stay any longer. He rushed back early the next morning and asked some antique experts to appraise it. They all said it was from the Song Dynasty and was very valuable.

"My husband can't bear to sell it," the middle-aged woman said. "He just hung it in the bedroom, saying he'd deal with it if we urgently needed the money. Master, is there a problem?"

The old lady also asked, "Master, is there anything wrong with this painting?"

Zhou Fengchen frowned and said, "This is a huge problem. There's no such thing as windfall wealth. This painting is an evil object, and the woman selling it is probably... not human!"

"Huh?" Everyone in the room was taken aback and speechless.

The old woman grew anxious: "Master, what do you mean by that...?"

Zhou Fengchen pointed to the bedroom, "There's a demon in the painting; your son has been captured and is being drained of his yang energy!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room felt a chill run down their spines and quickly moved away from the bedroom.

The old lady asked anxiously, "What should we do then?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "Don't be afraid. Go and prepare a large steel needle, a mirror, and nine candles. Tonight, I'll rid this evil spirit of its troubles!"

"Is it... really that simple?"

"It's that simple!"