Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1660: I Know a Daoist Priest

Chapter 1660: I Know a Daoist Priest

“It might have been caused by something unclean, or maybe you were cursed by someone. Otherwise, why would you still not have gotten better after taking so much medicine?” said Fang Menghan.

“I-Is that r-really so?” asked Yang Yuhui anxiously.

“Whether someone hates you and cursed you, or whether you encountered something unclean, Senior Brother, I think you should find someone who knows the mystical arts to come and take a look,” suggested Fang Menghan.

Yang Yuhui seemed to have been granted a new lease of life. However, he didn’t know anyone who was proficient in the mystical arts.

“Senior Brother, I know a Daoist priest from my hometown’s Daoist temple. This priest has profound skills in the mystical arts. Whenever people in my hometown need help, they go to him,” said Fang Menghan.

“But…” Fang Menghan looked embarra.s.sed.

“Wh-what?” Yang Yuhui became agitated, and the corners of his mouth became even more crooked. Saliva dribbled right down.

Fang Menghan frowned, her eyes flas.h.i.+ng with disgust as she wiped the corners of Yang Yuhui’s mouth with the handkerchief.

Yang Yuhui stared at Fang Menghan fixedly, before she reluctantly said, “It’s just that the Daoist priest doesn’t leave the mountain at all.”

“The Daoist priest doesn’t care about mortal affairs at all. He just wants to cultivate.”

Yang Yuhui looked a bit skeptical. The priest was even cultivating to become an immortal?

Upon seeing that Yang Yuhui was a little suspicious, Fang Menghan calmly said, “We can also find some other Daoist priests to come and see. If there’s really something wrong, we can invite the priest over to fix it.”

Yang Yuhui thought it over before nodding in agreement. Every new path was another hope.

“Then, shall I contact the Daoist priest, Senior Brother?”

Yang Yuhui nodded.

When Fang Menghan turned around, she had a smile on her face. Then, she left the ward with her bag.

Ning Shu hid outside the ward and listened to Yang Yuhui and Fang Menghan’s conversation. She couldn’t help but smile. Fang Menghan was trying to cheat Yang Yuhui of his money, right?

What a good show. When he was successful, he was pursued by thousands of people. When he was down, his own woman planned on stomping on him and sc.r.a.ping even the oil off his body.

It seemed that Fang Menghan didn’t love Yang Yuhui much.

Yang Yuhui’s protagonist’s aura had been weakened, so his appeal to women was also reduced.

All kinds of outstanding women favored Yang Yuhui because of his success.

If Yang Yuhui was mediocre, these women would never have had anything to do with him.

The strong had more resources. Beauty was also a kind of resource. What qualifications did the mediocre Yang Yuhui have to guard such resources?

The current Yang Yuhui wasn’t qualified. He was almost completely disabled. If it wasn’t for the fact that he still had some money, Fang Menghan wouldn’t bother taking care of him like this.

He drooled like an idiot and he couldn’t even go to the bathroom by himself.

Yang Yuhui’s radiance was getting dimmer and dimmer.

Fang Menghan found a Daoist-robe wearing Daoist priest. The priest had just walked into the ward when his expression changed drastically. He seemed as if he had seen something terrifying.

Ning Shu found it very funny. Just because he was wearing a Daoist robe didn’t mean he was a Daoist priest.

When Ning Shu saw the Daoist robe, she suddenly thought of Old Tao Cheng. Only someone like him was qualified to be called a Daoist priest.

The Daoist priest trembled violently as he pointed his horsetail whisk at Yang Yuhui. After doing some fancy motions, he said with a profound look, “You’re being followed by something very powerful.”

“This thing absorbs your essence. It will even make everything go wrong for you. Your life should have been incomparably smooth and you should have been very rich. But because this thing is following you, your fate has been affected,” the Daoist priest continued to speak nonsense.

However, Yang Yuhui believed him. He had a system that could search for a lot of things, and these things were all equivalent to riches.

Was something really following him!?

Translator: Lili

Translator: Kaho