The ultimate master in the city

The woman's appearance indicates that evil spirits have entered her body, causing her to become confused and unable to wake up, rather than that she has lost her soul.

Zhou Fengchen pressed three acupoints on her body that were heavy with yin energy: Huagai, Tanzhong, and Xuanji. Then he used hand seals to draw out the filthy energy, and her body was naturally activated.

But among all the people in the courtyard, who, besides Zhang Shisan, knew anything about this thing? They were all immediately taken aback, some even letting out a loud "Ah!" as they felt it was truly amazing.

When the Miao family saw Zhou Fengchen groping around, they were about to step forward to stop him, but what they saw next left them dumbfounded. "This, this..."

The old Taoist priest stared wide-eyed, swallowing hard. He didn't really understand what was wrong with this woman.

Zhou Fengchen then released his hand seal, turned around, and angrily rebuked, "Who are you? You only know a little bit, have no idea what's going on, and pretend to be a Taoist priest, falsely claiming to know some immortal magic. You're truly courting death!"

The old Taoist priest quickly took two steps back. "Who...who are you people?"

Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves, "Alright! Let's save ourselves the trouble and just pretend to be big shots."

So, they each took out brand-new, dazzling Taoist robes, draped them over their bodies, and put on their Celestial Master Taoist hats. The yin-yang symbol on the back and the celestial cloud pattern on the chest were particularly eye-catching. Then, they both formed hand seals and chanted, "Amitabha!"

The two men were originally Taoist priests, and they had learned authentic and advanced Taoist arts. At this moment, they were majestic and awe-inspiring. In the eyes of everyone in the courtyard, they suddenly became like immortals. This was incomparable to the old Taoist priest next to them, who was dressed in tattered robes and looked sleazy.

"ah--"

Everyone in the courtyard, including Miao Gong's family and the old Taoist priest, was astonished and instinctively took two steps back.

Zhou Fengchen shook his head and, mimicking the tone of the monk Yuanzhi, said, "We two, being passing through this area, saw dark clouds swirling above this house, filled with evil energy. We feared that demons were causing trouble, so we came to offer our assistance!"

That tone, that way of speaking, that aura, and that style—it's something you only see on TV or in movies. Who gets to see that in everyday life? Plus, the skill he just showed left everyone in the yard speechless, completely stunned.

The old Taoist priest trembled, wiped away his cold sweat, and knelt down with a thud, his head touching the ground like a quail. "This humble Taoist priest's skills are shallow; I was blind to your greatness and did not know you two immortal masters had graced us with your presence! I am guilty!"

Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan exchanged a glance. The old man was awesome. After saying that, it seemed that he wasn't entirely a charlatan, but just had low cultivation, while the two of them had high cultivation and were immortals, so he could continue to make a living in the future!

Neither of them revealed the truth at the moment; they couldn't leave the other person no way out, could they?

But when the old Taoist priest knelt, everyone in the courtyard followed suit, saying, "Greetings to the two immortals!"

Zhou Fengchen and the other man were both embarrassed and helpless, and quickly said, "No need to kneel, get up quickly!"

As the crowd rose respectfully one by one, the old Taoist priest quietly slipped away, perhaps crying himself to sleep in some toilet.

At this moment, Miao Gong respectfully approached and stammered, "I...uh...my humble home..."

I was so excited that I didn't know what to say.

Zhou Fengchen looked at the woman sitting on the bed with her eyes closed and said, "Evil energy has entered her body. If she had waited another three days, she would have certainly died!"

The crowd immediately began to whisper again. Grandpa Miao and his two children were startled and asked in tearful voices, "What should we do?"

Zhou Fengchen pointed to the crowd beside him, "Make way!"

"Make way, make way!" A group of people quickly moved aside, revealing a large water vat behind them.

Zhou Fengchen nodded, made a hand seal in front of the woman three times, and chanted an incantation: "Vast and mysterious, Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Geng, Xin, Ren, Gui, the Eight Great Heavenly Soldiers, draw the evil out of the body, hurry! Hurry! As the law commands!"

He then "pulled" it into the water tank.

Whoosh!

A visible black mist suddenly shot out from the woman's chest and headed straight for the water vat. The half-full vat of water gurgled and bubbled, turning gray in the blink of an eye.

The crowd eagerly peered into the water tank, and immediately gasped and exclaimed, "Wow!" "Ah!" "It's divine!"

Annoyed by the chaotic exclamations, Zhou Fengchen waved his hand and said to Miao Gong, "Carry the person inside and disperse the crowd!"

Miao Gong looked at his wife, then at the water vat, and was quite shocked. After regaining his senses, he quickly dispersed the crowd and asked two young men to help carry the person into the house.

On the way into the house, Zhang Shisan approached Zhou Fengchen with a grin, "Were we putting on a good show, weren't we?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "There's no other way. If I don't show off my skills, who will believe me? I don't have time to waste on their nonsense."

The two entered the house, and Miao Gong poured tea and moved chairs for them. After they sat down, he cautiously asked, "My two immortals, my wife is still not awake. What should we do next?"

Zhou Fengchen took a sip of tea, made a hand seal to check, and finding nothing suspicious in broad daylight, said, "The major problem is gone, he'll wake up in a couple of days, but it's only a temporary fix. What exactly happened at your house?"

Miao Gong sighed and said, "Nothing happened in my family. It was my wife who encountered this."

Zhang Shisan became interested and asked, "Then tell me, how did you meet him, and where did you meet him?"

"It's like this..." Miao Gong said with a bitter face.

Miao Gong's wife loves doing handicrafts and needlework. She makes all kinds of cotton shoes, sweaters of various patterns, and can even make her own pants and jackets. It is no exaggeration to describe her as skillful and clever.

A while ago, Miao Gong's wife took her son back to her parents' home. When they returned at dusk, it started to rain and snow, and it was quite cold when they got wet.

Miao Gong's wife was always in poor health and couldn't stand the cold. With only seven or eight miles to go before they got home, and the mountain road being difficult to traverse, her son was worried about her. So he found a large banyan tree for her to take shelter under while he went back to his maternal grandmother's house to get an umbrella.

Miao Gong's wife always carried a needle and thread basket with her wherever she went. After her son left, she was bored and squatting alone under a big tree, so she took out the mandarin duck shoe stiles she had made for her daughter and started sewing.

Just as they were sewing half of it, an old woman with white hair, a middle-aged woman, and a little girl suddenly walked out from the woods behind them.

The three men stared at the shoelace in Miao Gong's wife's hand for a while, praising it profusely, saying, "Wow, how can your hands be so skillful? It's sewn so beautifully and so neatly!"

Miao Gong's wife thought it was someone from the neighborhood or someone passing by. She felt embarrassed by the compliments and said, "No, I just made a pair of shoes for my daughter."

The three old ladies shook their heads, saying, "This is not casual at all! This needlework is too exquisite. Are you a professional at this?"

Miao Gong's wife smiled and said, "I'm not a professional, I just do it often, and I got used to it as I did it."

The three old ladies then asked, "Can we learn it?"

Miao Gong's wife was quite fond of teaching, saying, "Yes, it's very simple. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

I like the novel "The Strongest Master in the City".