Hong Kong Ghost Story: I've become an apprentice of Chung Fat-pak and will only play in the pea

"Ma Jiuying, since you're so skilled, then cure Zeng Cheng!"

Since you, Master Yimei, are so amazing, then you should cure this crazy guy!

Upon hearing this, Boss Yu and the others nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Taoist priest, you have great supernatural powers, do you have any way to cure him?"

They all wanted to see what Uncle Ying was capable of.

“This…” Uncle Ying looked at the mad Zeng Cheng and pondered, “To cure him, we must first figure out what kind of curse he is under.”

Uncle Ying was pondering when he was suddenly interrupted by Zhong Jun.

Zhong Jun smiled smugly and said, "Hey, do you still need to think about this? If you do, it just means your skills aren't up to par!"

Uncle Ying was speechless; this Mr. Zhong was simply being unreasonable.

Uncle Ying said, "Master Zhong, do you have any ideas?"

Zhong Jun spread his hands and said shamelessly, "You say I'm faking it, but nobody believes anything I say. What can I do?"

Zhong Jun couldn't cure Zeng Cheng's madness, and she still didn't believe that Uncle Ying could.

Zeng Chengzu was said to have madness, a disease that no one could cure!

Zhong Jun raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan knew that Zhong Jun was digging a hole for him. He smiled but didn't say anything.

At this moment, Boss Yu spoke up: "Taoist Master, I think this is a good opportunity for you to have a contest with Master Zhong. Whoever can cure Zeng Cheng will be the one with real skill!"

"How about this, we make a bet over ten days, with the loser automatically closing their Taoist temple?

Mr. Yu is quite famous here. He said he was going to close Daotang. Uncle Ying was fine with GGT's support, but Zhong Jun's seven sisters really couldn't continue operating.

Before Uncle Ying could even process what was said, Chung Kwan felt guilty.

"It's just for fun, no need to take it so seriously! Hahaha!" Zhong Jun laughed awkwardly.

Regardless of whether Uncle Ying can cure him or not, Mr. Zhong knows his own limitations and knows he doesn't have the ability.

If this can't be cured, my Taoist temple will have to close down!

Zhong Jun wanted to laugh it off and get away with it.

Lin Xuan knew it was time to make his appearance, so he stepped forward and spoke in front of everyone.

"Actually, the curse placed on Zeng Cheng is very easy to break. It won't take ten days, just half an incense stick's time!"

Lin Xuan had no liking for Zhong Jun, and since she had caused trouble on the opening day of his master's Taoist temple, Lin Xuan naturally wanted to help Uncle Ying get revenge.

Lin Xuan's words surprised everyone in the Fuxi Hall.

Zhong Jun, in particular, stared at Lin Xuan with wide eyes, somewhat incredulous!

Seriously? You really want to gamble?

If you lose, your Taoist temple will be shut down!

Zhong Jun turned to look at Uncle Ying, hoping that Uncle Ying would not agree.

Uncle Ying is the true master of Fuxi Hall; Lin Xuan's boasting is useless.

"Alright, then it'll be the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn!" Uncle Ying nodded.

Uncle Ying didn't know what curse Zeng Cheng had been under, but since Lin Xuan was confident, he must have seen something, so Uncle Ying naturally believed Lin Xuan.

After Uncle Ying finished speaking, Zhong Jun's lips twitched.

Lin Xuan smiled and waved his hand, "This is Master Zhong, right? How about I give you a chance and let you go first?"

Anyone could see that Lin Xuan was extremely confident.

In this competition, whoever goes first has the advantage; whoever heals Zeng Cheng first will have to close their Taoist temple.

So Lin Xuan letting Zhong Jun go first was indeed giving her a chance.

After all, if Lin Xuan could break the curse on Zeng Cheng and heal him within half an incense stick's time, Zhong Jun would lose immediately!

He let Zhong Jun go first, and Zhong Jun was truly capable; it was Fuxi Hall that closed the door!

"Hmph! I'll do it!" Zhong Jun snorted and agreed.

Given the current situation, we have no choice but to agree!

In that case, why not take the initiative?

Zhong Jun was unwilling to have his own Taoist temple closed down without him lifting a finger.

"Daijin, take out my exorcism talisman and try feeding him the talisman water first!"

He Daijin followed his master's instructions, took out a talisman, lit it, and used water from the temple to make talisman water, which he then forcibly fed to Zeng Cheng.

Lin Xuan saw that the exorcism talisman Zhong Jun mentioned only had the cinnabar on it having some exorcism effect; the talisman itself had no spiritual energy and was completely useless.

Zeng Cheng was acting erratically and refused to cooperate when being fed the talisman water. Zhong Jun directed two disciples to tie Zeng Cheng up and force him to drink it, which was very indecent.

After being fed, Zeng Cheng showed no other symptoms except for coughing, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Someone's being hit! Someone's being hit!" Zeng Cheng shook his body, which was bound by hemp rope, looking like a madman.

Clearly, those talismanic waters had no effect whatsoever.

Seeing that half of the time it takes for an incense stick to burn had passed, Zhong Jun became anxious.

"Find a table and tie him upside down. I'm going to give him acupuncture needles!"

Zhong Jun acted swiftly and decisively, causing Zeng Cheng's head to throb wildly after his blood rushed to his head.

Zai Zengcheng cried out in pain.

Uncle Ying could hardly stand this kind of torturous method anymore.

"Master Zhong, if you're not sure you can do it, don't do this kind of thing!"

Those around him felt uneasy; Zhong Jun's actions didn't seem like he was breaking the spell at all, he was just making things difficult for people!

Zhong Jun ignored Ying Shu's words and continued to torment Zeng Cheng.

After being stabbed in the head, Zeng Cheng screamed in agony.

Then, Zhong Jun tried to pinch Zeng Cheng's fingers.

Zeng Cheng was insane, but he wasn't without sense of touch. Half an incense stick's time was almost up, and Zeng Cheng's madness, which hadn't been cured, was directly tormented until he fainted.

"Wow! Is this treatment? It's practically murder!" A-Fan muttered from the side, drawing agreement from others.

"Alright, time's up. Master Zhong, how's Zeng Cheng? Did you break the curse he cast?" Boss Yu asked.

"Boss Yu, you've given me too little time. How about I take him to the Seven Sisters Hall and treat him slowly?" Zhong Jun said with an awkward smile.

Zhong Jun didn't know how to break the curse, nor did she believe that Zeng Chengzhen was cursed; she thought it was a kind of madness.

If possible, Zhong Jun plans to take Zeng Cheng back and find a foreign doctor to examine him; maybe that will cure him!

“Then it can’t be cured.” Boss Yu pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Lin Xuan.

"Young Taoist priest, since Master Zhong couldn't cure it, then please take action next!"

Boss Yu knew a thing or two about whether Zhong Jun was capable or not, so he was more inclined to side with Fuxi Hall.

Seeing this, Zhong Jun cursed inwardly, but there was nothing she could do. She could only hope that Lin Xuan would not be able to cure Zeng Cheng.

If Lin Xuan is also just boasting, then the Seven Sisters Hall wouldn't need to close down.

“This kind of hereditary madness can’t be cured!” Zhong Jun muttered, glancing sideways at Lin Xuan.

After all that trouble, she still couldn't figure out how Lin Xuan, a pretty boy, could cure Zeng Cheng's madness.

"I've said it before, breaking its curse is actually very simple!"

Lin Xuan stepped forward, his two fingers emitting a visible golden light, and suddenly touched Zeng Cheng's brow.

"wake up!"

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Chapter 113 Cursed for Three Lifetimes! Zhang Shiyi, a descendant of Zhang Tianshi!

boom!

Zeng Cheng, who was bound and unconscious, shuddered and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear, no longer showing the madness he had before, only a hint of fear in his expression. "Who am I? What happened to me? Why are you tying me up?"

Zeng Cheng covered his head, looking like he had a terrible headache.

All right!

It really cured!

A gasp rippled through the crowd.