The so-called way to obtain supernatural powers is nothing more than the five ways of cultivation, reward, retribution, ghost, and demon. The cultivation is the best, and the retribution is second to the two. The two types of ghosts and demons are harmful and useless, and it is a disaster, not a blessing.

These five types of supernatural powers are only the Buddhist saying, which is called special abilities in modern times. The supernatural powers come from the innate world and are not learned from later generations, nor are they taught by ghosts and demons.

***

Uncle Wang Liang was very professional and took out the stethoscope from his leather bag. He first listened carefully on the back of Uncle Huang's chest, and then took his pulse for him.

Judging from this, he seems to not only understand traditional Chinese medicine, but also understand Western medicine.

A few minutes later, he withdrew his hand and watched Uncle Huang ponder and his eyebrows frowned tightly.

"Director Wang...How is my lover's condition?"

Although Teacher Fan lacked confidence in him, he still asked with a glimmer of hope.

Uncle Wang Liang first glanced at me before turning around and asked Teacher Fan: "When did he get this disease? Before the onset, did reporter Huang have any similar diseases, or had he been to places like large cemeteries or cemeteries?"

The questions he asked were exactly the same as mine.

For a moment, except for him and Li Rugui, everyone looked at me with strange eyes. Wang Zhan touched me with his shoulder and whispered: "Old Zhang, you can do it. The questions asked by this uncle of miracle doctor are the same as you, don't you know each other?" Although he played with me since childhood, he was still a personal disciple recognized by Teacher Jiang, but he was not familiar with Uncle Wang Liang.

"You whisper..." I replied in a low voice: "Uncle Wang is my mother's good friend."

"Oh, no wonder..." Wang Zhan smiled: "You have so many good friends."

I glared at him, what is this guy thinking all day long? It is becoming more and more bourgeois liberalized...

Teacher Fan was obviously stunned for a moment before answering. The answer was still what he said before. Uncle Wang Liang nodded and said, "Teacher Fan, please recall the situation before reporter Huang's illness. The more detailed the situation, the better. For example, what he did before he started the illness, what he said, and who had met?"

We all heard some doubts. Do these problems have anything to do with Uncle Huang's condition? But Uncle Wang Liang looked serious.

"That day was no different from usual. He went to and from get off work normally... I remembered that when he went home for lunch, he was excited to post another article that exposed pseudoscience and pseudo-qigong..."

Teacher Fan thought hard and said, "But he was in a bad mood when he went home at night. He said he was criticized by his leader. Then he suddenly started to get sick at night. The more medicine and injections he took, the worse his condition was... "

"Reveal the article, was criticized by the leader?"

Seeing Uncle Wang Liang's eyes lit up, my heart also moved. Could it be...

"Old Li, you are the president. Why did reporter Huang get criticized that day? Is it because of that article?" Uncle Wang Liang asked about the bald president.

Li Rugui said a little embarrassedly: "I criticized him that day. Xiao Huang was also. He actually published an article in the newspaper, criticizing Master Wu, the founder of Tsinghua Gong. Even the editor-in-chief followed him. They didn't think about it. When Master Wu gave the meritorious report, even Deputy Mayor Li went to support him. Tsinghua Gong is also recognized by the government. How can our newspaper criticize it at will? I can only say a few words to them... Brother Wang, you have to say fairness. Xiao Huang's disease was not caused by me, right?"

Wu Ruisheng? My heart was so shocked that I had already guessed the reason for Uncle Huang's disease.

"Of course it's not because of you, you don't have the ability."

Uncle Wang Liang smiled and said, "Okay, Teacher Fan, I probably found the cause of this disease and can be cured."

"real!"

Teacher Fan's face turned red with excitement and hurriedly said, "Then please trouble the king, hurry up and treat him."

"Haha, it's not curable here. I have always had high requirements for the environment for helping people treat diseases. This is how..." Uncle Wang Liang took out a paper and a pen from his bag, wrote an address and handed it to Teacher Fan and said: "Before 8 o'clock tonight, you will send reporter Huang here. I will treat him and will definitely cure his disease."

"Taishan?"

The Taishan in Chudu is only one word different from the Taishan in Shandong. The scenery is even better than Yunlong Mountain. Teacher Fan never expected that the address given by Uncle Wang Liang was on Taishan: "Do you live here?"

"Haha, of course not. I am a business friend who built a villa on this mountain. Now he is not in Chudu, and the key is with me."

Uncle Wang Liang smiled and said, "The environment here is good and will be helpful to reporter Huang."

"Okay..." Teacher Fan nodded suspiciously.

***

When Uncle Wang Liang said goodbye and left, we saw that the time was almost over, so we also said goodbye to Teacher Fan. As soon as we walked downstairs, Uncle Wang Liang came over and patted my shoulder and said, "Xiaodong, get in my car, uncle has something to say to you."

I nodded, talked to Wang Zhan and the others, and got into Uncle Wang Liang's Santana. Director Li originally wanted to take a ride, but when he saw me get in the car, Uncle Wang Liang had no intention of opening the car door and asking him to get in, so he had to say hello to us through the glass and left by himself.

"Uncle Wang Liang, your friend is not very good. I ask you to treat the disease and take your car?" I have no good feelings for this bald man.

"He is just a nominal vice president and has no power to shunt the car. Besides, it's all related units, so I can't care about these things." Uncle Wang Liang smiled, started the car, and took me slowly towards the school: "I'll pick you up after school, and you can come to Taishan tonight."

"What am I going to do?" I felt like nothing happened, and I said, "I have to go home to do my homework. Besides, my mother said that I should calm down when school starts and not go anywhere."

"I'll tell your mother that she won't blame you."

Uncle Wang Liang smiled and said, "Without your help, even if I could barely cure reporter Huang, I wouldn't be able to help him out of the root of the disease. Xiaodong, Teacher Fan is a good person, so you wouldn't even refuse to help her, right?"

"Haha, uncle, you are really good at joking. I just know how to punch a few times, but I don't know how to treat the disease. What can I help you?"

"You boy..."

Uncle Wang Liang stepped on the brakes and turned around and glared at me: "When will I want to hide it from Uncle Wang? I ask you, is that ghost last night your bardo body?"

"Uncle, what are you saying? Why can't I understand what is the bardo body?"

I felt a little annoyed. It turned out that you had already seen that it was me, so why would you use a sword to cut me? I just don’t admit it!

"Haha, those who practice Taoism should be careful of external demons and internal ghosts, Xiaodong, you are attached to the image."

Uncle Wang Liang laughed: "Don't blame uncle. If you hadn't blocked the second sword, I wouldn't have felt your breath. When Uncle cut off your first sword, he didn't know it was you, and he thought it was a lonely ghost who was ignorant of life and death... Xiaodong, okay, with his bardo body, he could actually block a sword that was stained with my blood. What level have you cultivated now?"

"I just opened the Taoist orifice and can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but I haven't even turned it on or off..."

I was relieved after he said this. I guess it was discovered by him when the vitality was activated.

"Not switched yet? That's strange, weird, weird..." Uncle Wang Liang shook his head repeatedly, obviously unable to understand why I could block his second sword: "But being able to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth also made my uncle envious. Alas... By the way, Xiaodong, the Yin God has recovered now?"

"Well, nothing more. Uncle, you just said you wanted me to go to Taishan to help you. Could it be that Uncle Huang is not sick normally?" I was afraid that he would continue to ask questions, so I quickly changed the topic.

"Of course I'm not sick, hum!"

Uncle Wang Liang snorted coldly and said, "Xiaodong, since you are a cultivator, you should have heard of five ways to obtain supernatural powers, right?"

"Uncle is saying... to cultivate, reward, resign, ghost, demon?"

I was a little suspicious in my heart. If Uncle Huang’s illness was caused by Wu Ruisheng, would this old liar really have magical powers? It’s impossible. I’m practicing the authentic Xuanmen. Until now, except for being able to produce Yin Shen and having a flying sword, I don’t have any magical powers. He is worthy of playing magic?
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