Chapter 1302: Chapter 1302: Equal Treatnt
The one who filled Mayor Liu’s spot is not a local from Funiu, but an entrepreneur from Baiyue, introduced by Daoist Qing Xiaozi from Luofu Mountain.
People from Baiyue are rather superstitious about ghosts, feng shui, yin-yang, and such. For small matters, they usually look for local solutions, but when it cos to “Northerners,” they care about reputation.
Places like Maoshan, Wudang, and Dragon Phoenix Mountain are more trusted by the people from Baiyue, but Luohua… hardly has any appeal.
However, Daoist Qing Xiaozi from Luofu Mountain is quite famous in Baiyue, and with his sincere recomndation, soone decided to give it a try—since it’s a terminal illness, you have to try everything to be at peace.
This person is a small businessman, with assets of five to six hundred million yuan. In the eyes of a “Northerner,” that’s not bad, but in Baiyue, it’s really nothing—not even making it to the top five hundred in Baiyue.
The small boss mainly deals in processing and trade. He has no connections in Zhengyang, but he has money, and with money, you can do as you please.
When Mayor Liu heard such a person had replaced him, he was extrely displeased. Does having money make you special? I might not have your money, but here in Zhengyang, I have connections.
The mayor was outraged, but he didn’t dare to cause trouble for Luohua Manor—whether he knew Luohua’s power or not, he needed their face for his treatnt. Of course, he couldn’t play dumb.
He first went to Xiao Li from the Li Family, which was quite a big na in the village with four to five hundred people. Otherwise, Xiao Li couldn’t have gathered so many relatives and friends to help Luohua with the tasks.
But Xiao Li, following Feng Jun’s example, had grown cunning. The power of example is boundless. She told the mayor: Your folks themselves said they might not co up with the money, so the next in line had to take the spot. Opportunities to treat life-threatening illnesses are precious.
The mayor, full of hesitation, asked if an extra slot could be added.
Absolutely not! Xiao Li firmly stated. You can’t bla for this; even this chance for treatnt was sothing I fought for you.
Mayor Liu wanted to bla Xiao Li, but where did he have the courage for that?
Three years ago, he could easily control her, but now, Xiao Li was reputed to have “abilities.” Not only could she introduce ways for villagers to make money, but even district officials visited her ho.
So he could only send soone to find that Baiyue businessman, hoping he’d be sensible enough to give up the slot. “This is Funiu, not Baiyue. Even if you can cure illness, getting into other troubles isn’t worth it, right?”
This Baiyue person was fuming, but knowing how difficult a local tyrant like the mayor could be, he called Qing Xiaozi for advice—I’m in such a situation, what should I do? Please give so guidance, master.
Qing Xiaozi responded: This is all arranged by Luohua Manor. You’re just following their assignnt. The mayor causing you trouble is unreasonable. I’ll give Mountain Master Feng a call to ntion it.
As a result, in the sa afternoon, district leaders summoned the mayor and scolded him harshly—If you want to die, don’t drag everyone with you. Daring to stir trouble over their arrangents, who gives you such rights?
How about this, since you’re severely ill, you’re unfit to continue working. It’s better to resign as village committee chairman.
Only then did the mayor realize the terrifying influence Luohua had.
But how could he willingly resign? So he went back to Xiao Li, asking her to intercede and plead on his behalf.
This ti, though, Xiao Li wouldn’t help him, saying only: This was arranged by the boss, and I am specifically in charge. You going to threaten others ans you don’t regard at all.
Does he need to regard you? The mayor’s understanding of her changed once more.
But from this statent, he realized that the little girl he watched grow up had reached a level where he had to look up to her, and she could even decide the fate of his position as the village mayor.
In fact, not all village officials only play small tricks. The mayor realized tis had changed and admitted bluntly, I’ve already done what I’ve done. Little Li, what do you think I should do for you to let this go?
Xiao Li’s stance was very clear. This has already been escalated to our boss. You can’t avoid it. If you want to resolve this, you should apologize to that Baiyue person. If they don’t pursue the matter, we’ll let it go.
But if you want to be treated in the next batch, then resign; otherwise, Elder Feng won’t treat you.
The mayor felt incredibly wronged. I only threatened soone, didn’t even do anything, and I’m about to lose my position?
He hoped Xiao Li would offer another solution.
However, Xiao Li asked him: You’re also a leader. If soone disregards your arrangents, how would you feel?
The mayor thought it over, apologized to the Baiyue person, never ntioned the treatnt again, and didn’t have to consider resigning.
It’s not just about being overly attached to power; his condition wasn’t at its worst, and he was still considering other ans of treatnt—maybe it could be cured after all.
Luohua’s treatnt is effective, but not omnipotent, and… twenty million is indeed very expensive.
When the mayor decided once again to seek help from Luohua, the queue for treatnt had already stretched to three months later. He resigned from the village chief position to find Li Shishi—in fact, his health was no longer sufficient to support his work.
Upon hearing that treatnt would take another three months, he strongly urged Li Shishi to try to squeeze him in, saying the fee could be negotiated.
So people’s nitpicking really is just a small cleverness, seemingly shrewd but actually foolish.
Li Shishi said, “I can’t dare to insert you in the queue, nor does anyone have the guts. Just wait in line patiently.”
However, the mayor’s luck was not bad; he finally managed to wait for the three months to pass…
The second batch of patients from the public was fully accepted, sixty patients began closed treatnt, and Feng Jun then brought Chen Shengwang on a trip to Jin Province.
For this trip, he routinely placed his mobile phone into a storage bag, and Chen Shengwang followed suit. Having been involved in society for many years, he surpassed even Mountain Master Feng in cunning developnt—it’s rare to hear of Fanghu having an Interdiate Level Great Cultivator within the Daoist sects.
Chen Shengwang was quite familiar with the terrain of Changping, and the two spent two days wandering the city before unexpectedly heading into the mountains one night.
The Yin Spring was located in a secluded valley, not far from a village, and within this valley, there were thousands of new and old graves. So grave mounds were so low they were barely discernible, and there were rabbit holes and snake nests in so areas.
How astonishing were Feng Jun’s senses? He went straight to a small mound as soon as he entered the valley.
Chen Shengwang smiled and shook his head, quickly following suit, but ultimately, he was older, and even though he was at the Qi Refining Fifth Layer, his agility was far inferior to Feng Jun’s.
Upon arrival, he lifted half a broken water jar and moved two clods, revealing a cave filled with chilling Yin Energy.
Feng Jun took out an ergency lamp to shine a light, discovering the cave entrance was small, about the size of a person’s head, but inside, the space was considerable, with a height of over a person’s stature and an area of more than ten square ters, with a small pool of water the size of a washbasin at the bottom.
These scenes, when written out, seem insignificant, but only when experienced personally can one understand how unsettling they are.
During a winter night, in a desolate wilderness graveyard, the north wind continually howled, Yin Energy surged out through the head-sized cave entrance. Feng Jun could even see quite a few white bones inside the pit.
Feng Jun frowned, “Could this be so kind of tomb?”
“Many corpses were inside before,” Chen Shengwang said calmly, “I cleaned them all out. When sealing the cave entrance later, I thought leaving a few bones might scare people, so I tossed so back in.”
An authentic Daoist, nerves sure are thick; they genuinely don’t mind these things.
Feng Jun also noticed that the entrance was handled, not rely to prevent discovery of the Yin Spring but for other considerations, too. “Will doing this effectively seal the leakage of Yin Energy?”
Chen Shengwang didn’t think Feng Jun wouldn’t grasp this, so he replied, “There definitely is so effect, not entirely stopping Yin Energy from leaking, but at least ensuring it won’t harm people.”
For true Daoist cultivators, it truly is a waste to use Yin Energy to harm people. Utilizing Yin Energy for cultivation or treatnt is far better than causing harm. Chen Shengwang needed to accumulate Yin Energy, which is why he sealed the cave entrance. However, objectively speaking, it also indeed protected local villagers from the invasion of Yin Energy, which is truly ritorious.
Feng Jun nodded, and with a wave of his hand, released an array plate. After activating it, he said, “I’ve set up an Illusion Array. Can we make the entrance larger now?”
“With an Illusion Array, of course,” Chen Shengwang seed a bit excited, “Back then, I didn’t have these thods, using a few massive stones for blockage, and those stones would get taken away by people. This place lacks everything…”
Such situations are commonplace in the village. Any items from surrounding mountains or waters that villagers fancy can be taken back ho for personal use after so modifications.
Chen Shengwang recalled how difficult things were back then. Villagers would carry back even large tree roots he procured to use as chopping blocks, making it extraordinarily painstaking to naturally repair the cave entrance.
With the Illusion Array now, things beca much easier. With a wave of his hand, he expanded the entrance to about one ter, “Better crawl in. Making it too big is hard to manage.”
With Feng Jun, a cultivator in the ethereal stage, here, handling even larger entrances would be manageable, but he didn’t want to overcomplicate things. Bending down, he followed Chen Shengwang into the cave.
Inside the cave, there wasn’t much to see; it was just a small area that could be scanned thoroughly in a few glances.
Feng Jun released his Divine Sense to begin sensing but found that it was heavily restricted here—Divine Sense wasn’t omnipotent, after all. Otherwise, with Kong Ziyi’s Divine Sense, comparable to a Golden Core, she should have long since discovered the Destiny Stone below Mount Zhige.
As he sensed, Feng Jun casually asked, “You haven’t investigated how the Yin Spring ford?”
“There’s no way to investigate,” Chen Shengwang replied with a bitter smile, “I barely managed to find a Yin Spring. How could I possibly do anything destructive to investigate?”
Feng Jun pondered for a while and then retrieved a mobile phone from the storage bag—a type without a SIM card.
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