Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 571 - : Mengdi Zhuang Family

Chapter 571: Chapter 571: Mengdi Zhuang Family

Feng Jun arrived just in time to witness this scene, with the tall and short gatekeepers patiently explaining to the other party.

Normally this would be quite ordinary, but upon his arrival, the attitude of the two gatekeepers became even more amiable.

The middle-aged couple did not pay attention to Feng Jun. To them, a young man driving a convertible through the rain simply couldn’t be any important figure.

But the young man was… truly handsome.

Standing there, Feng Jun listened to them for a while and began to understand—they were another pair seeking medical help.

The couple were from the People of Sanjin, and the other car with a Zhengyang license plate belonged to their friends.

From what they were saying, it sounded like their child was critically ill. They had traveled all over the country and heard in the capital that there was a doctor here with a unique treatment method that worked wonders.

They’d been to countless ‘famed physicians’ in the wilderness, returning disappointed each time. Now their patience was nearly worn thin, but for the sake of their child, they couldn’t give up.

They had heard about the supernatural aspects of this place, and had come with the attitude of giving it a try. After arriving and discovering that the Master resided in such a vast mountainous area, they began to harbor some hope.

The Master’s refusal to see visitors was irritating them, but this only strengthened their stroke of luck mentality, so they continued to reason patiently with the two gatekeepers.

The gatekeepers knew the drill well and politely expressed their apologies—the Master wasn’t a physician, what you heard was mere hearsay, and moreover, this place was private property. Other than a few select departments, they did not welcome anyone to enter.

We’re just earning a salary here. If you two really have a way, why not contact Master Feng yourself instead of making things difficult for us?

The middle-aged man replied, “Then please, bother yourself to pass the word to Master Feng. Whether he sees us or not… that’s up to him… Here’s a little token of my appreciation.”

As he spoke, he attempted to pass a red envelope.

The tall gatekeeper was startled and refused emphatically, “Brother, please don’t get us in trouble, alright? If you keep this up, we’ll really have a problem here.”

Master Feng is right there, and you blatantly offering a bribe is going to cost us our jobs, you know?

The man hesitated and withdrew the red envelope, “Then please, just tell the Master that money is not an issue. If the child shows any improvement, I’ll certainly show my gratitude to you both as well.”

The short gatekeeper scoffed, “Brother, do you think someone who lives in such a grand place looks like he’s short on money?”

The tall gatekeeper added sternly, “Our salaries as gatekeepers aren’t high, just over ten thousand a month, but if you cause us to lose our jobs, finding another one like this would be much tougher.”

Gatekeepers earning over ten thousand a month? The man looked around in astonishment to confirm that he was indeed in the wilderness and not some luxurious venue in the capital.

Finally, the woman ran out of patience, “If the Master isn’t skilled in medicine, then why do you call him that?”

The tall gatekeeper replied promptly, “Because the Master doesn’t have a medical license.”

“You’re out of your mind!” the short gatekeeper glared at him, then seriously addressed the woman, “President Feng is a Fighting Master. He can take on seven or eight men by himself.”

A cold smile played at the woman’s lips, “A Fighting Master? I wonder if he accepts challenges?”

The tall gatekeeper also realized his answer was problematic. While it was the standard response, given the couple’s apparent status, such dismissive words seemed out of place.

So he quickly made amends, “Whether Master Feng accepts a challenge is up to him. First, you’ve got to be able to contact him.”

“A challenge, is it?” The man turned his head toward Feng Jun, “Excuse me, young man, please relay to Master Feng that titles like Fighting Master are easy for me to manage. Making his name known throughout the world is not a problem.”

Finally, you see me? Feng Jun sat in the all-terrain vehicle, not bothering to get out, and asked, “Money is no object… how much do you have?”

The man glanced at him curiously but still replied patiently, “I wouldn’t say a lot, but I can easily come up with three to five hundred million.”

“Heh,” Feng Jun smirked dismissively before asking in a deep voice, “What illness does the child have?”

The man looked at him again, feeling increasingly puzzled. What’s up with all the questions—are you the one in charge?

It was the woman who answered straightforwardly, “Paralysis, similar to amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.”

Feng Jun wasn’t medically trained, but he was familiar with the disease—after all, who hadn’t heard of the Ice Bucket Challenge? It was globally recognized as a difficult-to-treat condition. “Are you sure… it’s not ALS?”

“No,” the woman shook her head emphatically, “We’ve consulted with the two leading ALS experts in the country. It’s definitely not ALS, but the symptoms are similar… And we haven’t figured out the cause of the disease.”

Feng Jun pondered for a moment before asking, “Who sent you here?”

Before the woman could speak, the man interjected, “May I ask, friend, how should I address you?”

As they conversed, two locals drew near to gawk. Hearing the question, one of them laughed, “You’ve come looking for Master Feng, and you can’t recognize him when you see him in person?”

These two were villagers nearby who, when idle, would set up a sun umbrella by the mountain gate to sell incense, bottled water, and such.

Today is a gloomy, rainy day, and there wouldn’t typically be many incense offerings, but considering the season, staying at home would just mean idling away my time, so why not come out for a walk? Who knows, I might gain something unexpected?

The man was surprised when he heard that Master Feng was extremely young, but he hadn’t imagined Master Feng to be quite so youthful. He couldn’t help but turn his head to glance at the two gatekeepers again, “Is this Master Feng?”

“Of course,” Gao Mengang replied, “We’re both here; who else would dare to impersonate him?”

The man was overjoyed and gave Feng Jun a fist salute, “I’ve seen the master… Can we go in now?”

Feng Jun raised his hand and pointed to a small car not far away, “That little stone hanging from your car, bring it here for me to take a look.”

The man’s eyebrow wrinkled slightly, “Little stone… Oh, does the master mean the Fortune-Bringing Gem?”

The rearview mirror of the car indeed had a stone hanging from it, shaped like a sycee, but what puzzled the man was that the stone was only the size of a ping-pong ball. It was not only behind a car window, but it was also raining outside. How could the other person see it clearly?

Since the master had spoken, the man did not hesitate to turn and run to the car, quickly retrieving the stone before running back and handing it to the young man in front of him.

Feng Jun took the stone, and the uncomfortable aura he felt was emanating from this stone.

He felt it carefully; it was an exceptionally cold and grim sensation, which could cause certain effects on the body. Moreover, there were faint traces of malevolence and resentment on it, which in any case, had no connection to money.

Feng Jun weighed the stone in his hand, then looked at the man solemnly and asked, “Where did you get this thing?”

“It’s a family heirloom,” the man replied without hesitation, “If the master likes it, feel free to take it.”

“This stone is somewhat interesting,” Feng Jun said, frowning, “Please tell me, what did your ancestors do… Do you have anything else besides this stone?”

The man looked up at the sky, smiled awkwardly, and said, “Master, can we go inside to talk?”

“You might be thinking too much,” Feng Jun said expressionlessly, “This stone is not enough for me to take action, I just want to know where it comes from.”

The woman could hardly bear it anymore, “Master, we can talk about the stone at length, but standing here… is that suitable?”

“You can go back,” Feng Jun said as he raised his hand and tossed the stone back to the man, turning around to leave, “I was just curious, that’s all.”

“Shut your mouth!” the man shouted harshly at the woman, then shouted out loud, “Master, wait! I have other news.”

Feng Jun stopped and looked back at him, “I won’t ask any more, but aside from this stone, is there anything else?”

“Yes, there is,” the man nodded crisply and asked, “If I add in the other items, would you be willing to act?”

Feng Jun nodded slightly and glanced at the gatekeeper, “Let this car from Sanjin in. I’ll be waiting at pump number one.”

Actually, the distance to pump number one was just a few hundred meters. He drove his all-terrain vehicle, minding his own business.

Soon, the vehicle with the Sanjin license plate arrived, and the couple got out of the car and entered the pavilion.

Feng Jun had already plugged in the electric water boiler and was waiting for it to heat up, meanwhile, he took out some tea leaves and a tea cup, “I only have green tea, please make do with it.”

The man smiled, “That’s alright, we’ll follow the host’s preference.”

While the electric water boiler was heating the water, Feng Jun remained silent. He prepared the tea leaves, then took out a cigarette to light it up before slowly asking, “Is this stone really an heirloom from your family?”

The woman couldn’t stand it any longer, “Master, the stone may be important, but we can clarify that later. Could we talk about the child’s treatment first… A human life is at stake.”

The woman’s words were a bit disrespectful towards the master, but they weren’t wrong. Setting aside the current trend of the Holy Mother act, this understanding aligned with the traditional moral values of Huaxia — human life is more important than anything else, whereas in comparison, wealth is trivial.

Feng Jun didn’t like the Holy Mother act, but he couldn’t get angry, so he just glanced at her and asked indifferently, “Do you think my inquiry about the stone has nothing to do with the treatment? Do you know, this stone might be related to your son’s illness!”

“How could that be?” The woman firmly disbelieved, expressing contemptuously, “This is the Fortune-Bringing Gem passed down in my husband’s family.”

“Passed down?” Feng Jun gave a cold laugh, “You call something from a dead man’s grave a family heirloom?”

“What?” The woman screamed, staring at the man in horror.

The man scratched his head in distress, “Master… It’s not what you think, it’s a long story, but this thing definitely belongs to my ancestors, from the Pingyang Zhuang Family. Have you heard of it?”

“No,” Feng Jun shook his head, “The clans I’ve heard of don’t include yours.”

It wasn’t a lie; the clans he had heard of were all on the Mobile Phone Plane, not on the Earth Plane.

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The man gave him a deep look, fell silent for a moment until the boiling water was poured into the teacups, then he sighed softly, “My Zhuang Family comes from Mengdi.”

(To be continued, calling for monthly votes.)