Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 411 - - The Power of Faith

Chapter 411 -411: The Power of Faith

Feng Jun didn’t pay attention to others and went directly to take the pulse and did a brief examination.

Then he massaged Elder Jiang for a while and took out four wax-sealed pills, handing them to Xu Leigang, “Take one in the morning and one in the evening, half an hour before meals, and come back for a follow-up the day after tomorrow.”

It was only then that Elder Jiang spoke, “Thank you, Master Feng.”

“No need to thank me, thank Lei Gang. I originally didn’t want to treat anyone from Peach Blossom Valley,” Feng Jun said, waving his hand dismissively.

Then he turned and walked toward the motorcycle, “Stay here for half an hour, and then you can be carried away.”

After the motorcycle roared away, the second daughter looked helplessly at Xu Leigang and spread her hands, “The master’s temperament…”

“Be content, I thickened my face to ask him,” Xu Leigang put the pills in her hand, “A capable person, who wouldn’t have a bit of temperament?”

The second daughter looked at the pills, hesitant to speak, “The master didn’t say… how much do these pills cost?”

“You can’t buy them for any price,” Xu Leigang said seriously, “Since the master didn’t mention it, it means they’re free.”

“That’s not good, right?” Elder Jiang spoke up, “Having received such a great favor, shouldn’t we offer something?”

Her education was limited and her phrasing was not quite right, but since she had mentioned “offering,” it was clear she was filled with awe for Feng Jun and even recognized his transcendence.

The second daughter looked at her in surprise, “Mom, it worked?”

“What kind of talk is that?” The old lady was dissatisfied with her choice of words and glared at her, “The effect is very obvious.”

She could feel that when he kneaded her legs, there was a cool and refreshing sensation that penetrated her body, it was the same aura that had once emanated from the Xu Family Villa.

The difference was that the aura felt outside the villa was very faint, almost imperceptible, but the aura coming from the master’s hands was very clear.

In that moment, she cast aside the last shred of her doubt: the supernatural occurrence at the Xu Family Villa was indeed caused by this man!

So, how could she dare let her daughter talk nonsense on the master’s turf?

Fortunately, Xu Leigang picked up the conversation, “Aunt Jiang, you’re too polite. Master Feng doesn’t need your offering; he wouldn’t care for such a small amount of money.”

“That won’t do,” Elder Jiang shook her head decisively, “Lei Gang, whether he wants it or not is his business. Whether we offer it or not is a matter of our own conscience. I’ve been clear about debts of gratitude all my life, and now I’m nearly ready to be buried… Are you saying I don’t understand propriety?”

Xu Leigang also felt a headache coming on due to the old lady’s stubbornness; she had elevated the matter to a question of character.

Finally, he had a brainwave, “Aunt Jiang, the master is used to having his way… are you sure you want to displease him?”

The old lady immediately shut her mouth.

Xu Leigang had seen his grandmother’s stubbornness from a young age, and upon seeing this, he couldn’t help but inwardly feel: Master Feng’s reputation sure is useful.

Elder Jiang was still somewhat unwilling, “Lei Gang, maybe the master just forgot to ask for money… maybe you could ask again?”

The master said, you give the money to me! Xu Leigang shook his head and refused straightforwardly, “Aunt Jiang, I understand him better than you.”

With that said, Elder Jiang gave up on trying altogether.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Xu Leigang, along with Elder Jiang’s eldest grandson, carried her into the car and left the mountain gate.

The mountain gate was actually not far from the pavilion, just a little over a mile away. The gatekeepers were curious about what had happened and had a pretty good view of the situation.

“This old lady came to seek treatment,” gatekeeper A asked his colleague, “Do you think President Feng really possesses divine powers?”

They interacted with Feng Jun a lot, considering him just a big boss. As for the existence of divine powers, they didn’t have any special feeling about it, a case of “heroes are ordinary in the eyes of those who see them often.”

However, since everyone said so and there was an unending stream of worshippers outside the mountain gate, it wasn’t possible for them to completely disbelieve it either.

“I don’t care about divine powers,” gatekeeper B replied, “I’m just really envious of this old lady who managed to get Fatty Xu to intervene… My brother has spinal issues too, but I just don’t dare to bring it up with President Feng.”

Even though he was the manor’s gatekeeper and could talk to President Feng directly, in reality, he knew the huge gap between himself and President Feng—there were at least eight or nine streets’ worth of difference.

Of course, he could make a request if he insisted; being rejected wouldn’t be a big deal, but if he lost his job over it, it wouldn’t be worth it at all.

On the way back to Peach Blossom Valley, the second daughter was still a bit worried, “Mom, are you sure it’s effective?”

“How many times do I have to answer you?” Elder Jiang was a bit impatient, “Do I look senile to you?… It really worked.”

“Make sure you keep the pills safe,” the second daughter reminded her anxiously, “Don’t be too frugal to take them.”

She knew her mother’s old-fashioned habits; she often wouldn’t use things that were particularly good, ending up letting them go to waste.

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“Don’t worry about it, I want to be on my feet again soon,” Elder Jiang answered with certainty, hesitating before she added in a low mumble, “I should at least wait until I’m mostly better before worrying about whether to be frugal.”

Feng Jing had originally wanted to go play on the river during the day, but it was too hot, and the sun was too strong, so it wasn’t until seven in the evening that he went on the yacht with Feng Jun, accompanied by the third wheel, Li Shishi.

The river’s night view was actually quite beautiful, although this stretch was rather quiet. It became livelier as they approached Zhengyang City downtown area.

The yacht wasn’t slow, Feng Jun drove it towards Zhengyang at around forty kilometers per hour.

Feng Jing and Li Shishi actually began to feel a bit chilly.

However, they stopped intermittently, continuously taking photos with their mobile phones, and whenever they encountered particularly beautiful scenery, Feng Jing would also take out his camera to snap a shot.

So by the time they returned, it was nearly ten o’clock.

Then, Feng Jing took Li Shishi to teach her music theory knowledge and said that she would share a bed with Li Shishi that night.

Feng Jun thought she was just tired and didn’t think much of it, so he went to set up another formation for over an hour and then returned to the backyard, double-locked the bedroom door, charged his phone, and went to sleep.

The next day he went to set up formations again, and around ten o’clock, Feng Jing called to say she was quite bored and wanted to leave.

The main issue was the heat, the sun was too harsh, and although the mountain had many trees, their age was relatively young, not suitable for cooling off and leisure.

The trees here were all planted as young saplings, incomparable to the mature street trees in the city—the saplings would be pruned and transplanted into the city as street trees once they grew up.

Feng Jun thought for a moment and said, find Gazi and let him take you to the Bamboo Forest, it’s cooler there.

Li Shishi also wanted to come along, but she was stopped by Li Xiaobin before Gazi could refuse—Why go there when I can’t even go myself?

Assistant Da Li always had some disdain for Assistant Xiao Li.

But Feng Jing was captivated by the Bamboo Forest; even though there was an open space of about one hundred square meters, the cool breeze from the bamboo grove was refreshing, and she didn’t feel hot while sitting under the sun umbrella.

Xu Leigang was meditating under a few bamboo plants and did not greet her.

Feng Jing scrolled through her phone for a while, took a few pictures with her camera, scrolled again, and took a few more.

At noon, Feng Jun brought food and casually said, “Don’t let the photos get out, this isn’t a suitable place for growing bamboo.”

Feng Jing happily agreed, “I’ll keep them for my enjoyment… Ah, I was even thinking of posting them on my social circle.”

She genuinely didn’t feel the presence of Spiritual Energy—at least she wasn’t certain of it.

Even so, she stayed in the Bamboo Forest alone until five, before returning to teach Li Shishi the musical instrument.

That evening, Feng Jing didn’t stay with Li Shishi in the front courtyard but, after dinner, followed Feng Jun consciously into the building behind.

Pleasing each other was truly a wonderful thing, she had restrained herself the previous day, and as a result, she didn’t practice Yoga; naturally, she had to practice several more times today.

The next day was Sunday, and Feng Jun treated Elder Jiang once more, then took out four Pills, declaring the treatment was over, and she would be able to get up and move around by Wednesday or Thursday.

There’s an old saying that it takes a hundred days to recover from bone and muscle injuries, but Elder Jiang, being eighty years old, was going to be up and moving in less than a month—that would cause quite a sensation if word got out, wouldn’t it?

However, neither Elder Jiang nor her family thought there was anything amiss, and the person who made this statement left soon after saying it.

It was Sunday, and on Wednesday morning, Elder Jiang went to the hospital for a follow-up check.

After looking at the X-rays, the doctor was quite surprised, “Are you sure? What medicine did you take to recover so quickly?”

The old lady answered with a smile, “I just followed the doctor’s advice, oh, and I also drank some Water Talisman from the temple.”

The doctor rolled his eyes upon hearing this, his mind filled with skepticism: Could the power of belief really be this terrifying?

Then he heard Elder Jiang ask, “Can the cast be removed now?”

Generally speaking, a cast needs to be fixed for about a month—it doesn’t actually heal a fracture but prevents the patient from exerting themselves carelessly.

The doctor hesitated for a moment but decided to tell the truth, “Although the recovery is looking good, I personally do not recommend removing it, considering your age… bones take a long time to heal, and we don’t want all progress to be lost.”

Elder Jiang had long passed the age of listening to “buts.” She nodded, “So it’s possible? Please help me remove the cast.”

Removing the cast wasn’t the end; she continued, “I can move around now, right?”

The doctor felt like he was going to collapse, “It takes a hundred days to recover from an injury to muscles and bones… Old lady, Water Talisman isn’t omnipotent, it’s psychological.”

Elder Jiang’s thought was: if one bowl of Water Talisman can’t solve the problem, she could have another; she had to ensure Master Feng’s treatment was fully honored.

So by the afternoon of that day, she was walking on her own, but because of her old age, and lack of movement for over twenty days, her muscles had atrophied significantly, and she didn’t walk far.

But that was enough, having walked a few steps and realizing her bones didn’t hurt, she knew she was healed.

The old lady had lived for eighty years and experienced much, including more than one bone fracture, so she had this common sense.

Therefore, she immediately arranged for her daughter to spread the word in the neighborhood: I went to see Master Feng for my injury, and in just twenty-one days, I could walk again.

She was truly grateful to Master Feng and felt quite guilty for not having spoken up for him before, so she publicized his achievements with extra effort.

She even took out a Pill wrapped in beeswax and showed it to two old neighbors: Look, this is what the Master gave me.