The true heiress of metaphysics travels back to the 1970s and recognizes her father, a high-ranking

Fu Moxuan thought about the actions of Jiang Muyan that he had inadvertently glanced at, and he was also a little unsure.

Just then, I saw the girl already standing at the dormitory door.

When Jiang Xiechuan saw Jiang Muyan enter, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he subconsciously restrained himself—he really didn't want Jiang Muyan to see him in such a disheveled and vulnerable state.

Jiang Muyan, however, remained calm, her gaze falling directly on Fu Moxuan: "Let me check your wound first."

Jiang Muyan was about to start work tomorrow, and the autumn harvest was just around the corner. She thought it best to heal Fu Moxuan's wounds before the harvest so that he would suffer less.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiechuan asked with a puzzled look, "Mu Yan, can you heal Third Brother's leg injury?"

Third Brother said that even the top doctors in Beijing were helpless with this leg injury.

Jiang Muyan nodded: "I want to try it first!"

Healing Fu Moxuan's wounds requires more than just talismans; she must use her spiritual power to repair the damage caused to Fu Moxuan by the evil energy.

After hearing this, Jiang Xiechuan seemed to suddenly remember something. He hesitated for a moment before cautiously pleading:

"Mu Yan, I... can I ask you for a favor?"

"Okay, go ahead!" Jiang Muyan said, smiling at Jiang Xiechuan with an encouraging look in her eyes.

For some reason, seeing Jiang Xiechuan so downcast today made her feel terrible.

She even felt that Jiang Xiechuan was not only the original owner's family, but also her family, and she didn't want to see him sad.

Jiang Xiechuan hesitated for a moment, but still spoke:

"Could you help me take a look at Grandpa Zhou in the cowshed? He's been feeling unwell lately and keeps coughing."

"Is this the old man who was injured on the forehead today?" Jiang Muyan asked.

"Yes, that's right!" Jiang Xiechuan's heart clenched again as he thought about what happened today and the injury on Grandpa Zhou's forehead.

Jiang Muyan nodded: "Okay!"

In fact, even if Jiang Xiechuan hadn't said anything, she had already planned to find an opportunity to treat the old man when she saw him outside.

She could tell that the old man's body was already at its limit. Not only was his internal strength severely depleted, but the unusually cold winter here had also caused his old ailments to relapse, and his lung condition was not optimistic.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiechuan's face lit up with joy, and he quickly said:

"Muyan, just tell me what medicine you need, and I'll go buy it!"

"Okay, but I'll have to wait until I've looked into it before I can confirm."

"That's wonderful!" Jiang Xiechuan's mood improved considerably. Speaking of Grandpa Zhou, he suddenly remembered the wound his grandfather had just sustained from being hit.

He quickly gathered some anti-inflammatory powder and gauze, then said, "Third Brother, Mu Yan, I'm going to the cowshed to help Grandpa Zhou treat his wounds!"

"Okay!" Fu Moxuan replied.

Jiang Muyan thought for a moment, then took out a small bottle from her handbag and handed it to Jiang Xiechuan:

"This powder will be more effective!"

These medicinal powders were all made by the master and his colleagues; the bottles only have the names of the medicines and instructions for use.

"Okay, thank you!"

As Jiang Xiechuan spoke, he took the powder and left the room.

Only Jiang Muyan and Fu Moxuan remained in the room. She looked at Fu Moxuan and asked:

"Will you sit on the kang (heated brick bed), or...?"

Fu Moxuan thought for a moment and said, "Let's sit here, the lighting is better here."

As he spoke, Fu Moxuan brought over two more stools, one for Jiang Muyan to sit on, and the other to place under his own calves.

After Jiang Muyan sat down, she reached out to help Fu Moxuan lift up his trouser leg.

"I'll do it!"

As Fu Moxuan spoke, he pulled up his pants until the wound was exposed.

Jiang Muyan looked at the wound emitting black mist and pondered how to treat it.

She looked up at Fu Moxuan, and was about to speak when she suddenly realized that she was sitting so close to him that she could clearly see his deep, abyss-like eyes with just a slight tilt of her head.

Fu Moxuan also noticed the close intimacy, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

The little girl had long, thick eyelashes, and as she looked up at him, her eyes were clear and focused.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze. Jiang Muyan was the first to recover, a slight blush rising to her cheeks. She quickly gathered her thoughts before asking:

"Fu Moxuan, do you believe in metaphysics?"

When Fu Moxuan heard Jiang Muyan ask this question, he immediately thought of the little girl's behavior that he had inadvertently witnessed earlier that day.

Although he was somewhat puzzled as to why the little girl asked that question, he vaguely guessed that his wound might be related to it.

After all, the doctor had said that the condition of his wound was beyond the scope of medical explanation.

Thinking of this, he looked at Jiang Muyan and answered truthfully:

"I've heard some things. Our country used to have special departments that handled these kinds of things, but in recent years, the atmosphere has changed, and these departments have been disbanded."

He paused, his gaze falling on his wound, then looking at Jiang Muyan with a calm and serious expression. "Muyan, is my leg injury related to this?"

Jiang Muyan breathed a slight sigh of relief when she saw that he didn't reject her. It was good that he believed her; otherwise, it would have been really hard to explain.

So she nodded. "That's right. Your wound isn't an ordinary external injury; it's been afflicted by a dark and evil curse. Ordinary medicine is not only useless, but it will also be devoured by the evil energy, worsening the injury."

What Jiang Muyan didn't say was that Fu Moxuan's evil aura was even more powerful and sinister. After all, ordinary evil energy was no match for the purple aura emanating from Fu Moxuan.

Fu Moxuan's doubts deepened as he looked at the young girl before him:

"Are you very knowledgeable about metaphysics?"

"Well, I know a little bit!" Jiang Muyan said modestly.

She wasn't worried about telling Fu Moxuan that she was skilled in esoteric arts; she had already planned to do so when she decided to treat him.

Moreover, she trusted Fu Moxuan's character. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, the purple aura and merits he possessed were enough to make her feel trustworthy.

"Is my leg injury easy to treat? Will it have any effect on you?" Fu Moxuan didn't understand metaphysics and was worried that the evil energy on the wound would be difficult to treat and might also have an impact on the little girl.

Seeing the worry in Fu Moxuan's eyes, Jiang Muyan smiled and said, "No, it just might take a little longer to heal. But I will try my best to make sure your wounds are fully healed before the autumn harvest."

She plans to first use talismans to exorcise evil spirits, and then nourish the skin with spiritual energy during daily acupuncture treatments to promote the slow healing of the wounds.

Upon hearing this, Fu Moxuan felt a slight sense of relief: "Okay, thank you for your hard work!"

Fu Moxuan couldn't quite describe his feelings at that moment; he felt touched, excited, and expectant.

Just then, Jiang Muyan took out talismans and silver needles from her satchel.