Chapter 107

Zhang Yundong and his son looked at Wang Zhong in surprise. Mobile terminal

"Are you the son of shopkeeper Zhao? How did you learn to feel the pulse?" Zhang Yundong asked.

"Yes, I heard about your son, so I'm curious about what his pulse looks like for a short-lived man." Wang Zhong said calmly.

"You are such an interesting child."

Zhang Yundong smiled bitterly, "but it's not necessary. My son has never had any disease since childhood, and his body has always been healthy. Besides, the low level of Linggen is not because of his body, but because of his talent."

Zhang Yundong's words were the same as others. Wang Zhong was not surprised. Before Zhang Liang spoke, his small hand directly grabbed Zhang Liang's hand: "don't move, I may be able to save you."

Zhang Liang did not move, but silently ate with his left hand, and his right hand casually let Wang Chong feel his pulse.

Wang Zhong felt Zhang Liang's pulse, and suddenly his eyes coagulated. This pulse... Seems to be a happy pulse!

Are you happy?

incorrect!

Wang Zhong immediately shook his head. A little boy, how can he have a happy pulse, but this pulse is really similar, which is like something hiding in Zhang Liang's body.

In addition, Zhang Liang's pulse is really good. Not only that, his heart beats fast, his pulse is firm, and there are no signs of unhealthy, which is in line with the state of a young man.

There is nothing wrong with Zhang Liang's body temperature. He is very healthy. It's hard for Wang Zhong to imagine how such a healthy person can die?

"Can it be said that the low talent of Linggen is related to the happy pulse?" Wang Zhong thought in his heart.

"Xiao Dong, your father asked you to eat."

At this time, Lin Zhou came and picked up Zhao Xiaodong, smiled at Zhang Yundong and his son and said, "sorry, I'll take Xiao Dong first."

"Nothing, nothing." Zhang Yundong and his son's face instantly overcast.

In fact, they all know that they just saw Zhao Xiaodong close to them, so they came to take Wang Chong away.

"Xiao Dong, why are you sitting with Zhang Liang? What if you pass something bad to you?"

In the past, Linzhou began to educate.

Zhao Dahai, who drank with others, was worried: "Xiao Dong, you want to scare your father to death, and you are not allowed to go out in the future."

The people at the table also warned Wang Zhong not to sit with people with short lifespan.

The banquet was almost used. Wang Chong saw that Zhang Yundong and his son had left long ago, and Zhao Dahai had enough to eat and drink. He also took Wang Chong and Wei Yan away.

When I opened the door, it was dark outside.

"Don't be afraid, son. You are now old and your spiritual roots have grown. The evil things that bullied you when you were a child dare not come near you anymore." Wei Yan comforted in a low voice.

"Dad, mom, have you seen Linggen?" Wang Zhong asked.

"No, but the Masters said that everyone has spiritual roots. After the age of three, spiritual roots will grow. But before that, if there is no spiritual root, it is easy to be approached by evil things." Zhao Dahai said.

"No wonder my parents didn't let me go out when I was a child."

"Well, for your own good."

There were basically no people on the street. Wang Chong was held by Wei Yan, looking at the dark scenery around, thinking.

"It is said that there are many evil things outside the city, but why there are not many in the city? How do those masters do it?"

Just saying this, a dark shadow appeared behind him.

"Evil thing."

Wang Chong, who had many lives in his hands, didn't show any fear. Instead, he stared at the object tightly. He wanted to find out what it was?

At this time, Lin Wu and her parents came from a distance.

Wang Chong's eyes coagulated, so he walked over, and didn't he encounter the evil thing.

He broke away from Wei Yan's hand and ran back.

"Hey, son!" Wei Yan was in a hurry.

Wang Chong shouted, "don't come here, don't come here..."

Just too late, I saw Lin Zhou directly hit the black fog.

Wang Zhong looked at it in a daze, and then he found that nothing happened in Linzhou.

"Hey, Xiao Dong." Lin Wu ran over: "Xiao Dong, why are you running around?"

"The child scared me to death." Wei Yan also ran over.

Lin Zhou came over and said, "Xiao Dong, what did you just shout don't come over?"

"Uncle Lin, you... Don't you see anything in front of you?" Wang Zhong asked inconceivably.

The black fog just now seems too weak, so uncle Lin can't be hurt at all, but Uncle Lin and they can't see the black fog, which seems a little strange.

"What are you talking about, boy?" Lin Zhou is strange.

"We came over and didn't see anything?" Lin Wu looked curious.

Wang frowned heavily. Just now the black fog was in front of him. He would never make a mistake, but Lin Wu and they obviously didn't see it. It couldn't be false.

Then why?

There is only one possibility that they can't see!

I can see evil things!

Wang focused on it. He remembered that he saw those eyes in the crack of the door when he was a child. This was not an accident, but his own ability to see evil things.

It's just that I've been well protected by my parents and stayed at home before, so I rarely touch it.

"This child is talking nonsense. Lao Lin, let's go first." Zhao Dahai said hello.

"Well, take your time."

"Goodbye, little brother." Lin Wu said wisely.

"Goodbye." Wang Zhong responded while thinking about things.

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In the next few days, Wang Chong began to test his ability to see evil things.

He analyzed that there were two possibilities for him to see evil things.

One is that their natural constitution is different from ordinary people, such as ghost eyes, white eyes, kaleidoscope, so they can see evil things.

Another possibility is the problem of Linggen.

Parents, Lin Wu and their spiritual roots are very advanced. Can they not see evil things because of this, and his spiritual roots are low, so they can see it?

It's easy to verify which possibility is to ask other people with low spiritual roots.

But now he's too young, and his parents can't help it if they don't let him go out.

So Wang Chong began to think about how to deal with evil things.

Combined with the film and television series he had seen before, Wang Zhong thought a lot.

Boy urine, chicken blood, dog blood, glutinous rice, these things were secretly hidden by him with a small wine bottle.

In a blink of an eye, another year has passed.

This year, Wang Chong is also five years old. According to theory, this year he should test his spiritual roots.

But who makes his family rich.

In order to let him measure the high-level Linggen, Zhao Dahai took great pains to give the city Lord 200 liang of silver. Finally, the city Lord reluctantly asked Wang Chong to take the test when he was 7 years old.

"Son, I paid twohundred Liang for my father. Then you can give me a long face and measure the eighth level spiritual root. Then I will let you go to the master to worship." In the evening, Zhao Dahai laughed.

Wang Zhong sighed slightly in his heart. How could his father know that he will test his Linggen at that time? It's only level 2.

Of course, he didn't say these words, but said, "Mom and Dad, I'm old. Let me live alone in the future."

He did this for the convenience of moving at night.

Zhao Dahai frowned and said, "live alone."

"Yes, so as not to make your parents inconvenient." Wang Zhong can only say so.

Zhao Dahai's face was embarrassed. "You are a young boy, and you know a lot. OK, from today on, you will live next door to me. If there is anything wrong, you should shout at the first time."

"I see."

From today on, I finally live alone.

"By the way, Dad, I'm very interested in Buddhism and Taoism, but I see that your study doesn't seem to have these things. Why?"

Wang Zhong thought about it. Although he collected a lot of boy urine and dog blood and chicken blood these days, the most important thing to deal with evil things is Buddhism and Taoism. It's best to make some golden Buddhas and Taoist Scriptures, so that he can be prepared.

"Where did you hear about these things?" Zhao Dahai raised his eyebrows.

"According to the children, it is said that these things about Buddha and Tao can deal with evil things."

"You can deal with it, but... Alas, both Buddhism and Taoism have declined. You can't see those people at ordinary times."

"Isn't master Bai and Master Wu a Taoist?" Wang Zhong asked.

"Of course not. They are archmages. Our folk like to call them monks."

"So it is." Wang Chong looked up and asked the most critical thing: "is there a temple in the city and a Taoist temple?"

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