Chapter 4 - Xiaojiu's mental capacity has grown.

Xiaojiu absorbed the soul-restoring immortal grass. With the blessing of the grass, his intelligence and IQ soared from that of a five - year - old child to that of a teenager in an instant, equivalent to the intelligence of an adult. This could be considered a blessing in disguise. However, when he learned that his mother had spent all the family's savings on his treatment. These savings were painstakingly accumulated by his mother over the past two years and were squandered by him in just a few days. He felt a bit ashamed. At present, Xiaojiu had only one goal in mind, which was to earn money to make up for his mistakes. Xiaojiu hugged Zeng Wenxiu and said, "Mom, I will definitely earn the money back for you." Zeng Wenxiu was extremely delighted to hear this. Her son had finally grown up and become sensible. He could even say words to comfort her. Before, he knew nothing and only cared about eating. Zeng Wenxiu said cheerfully, "Son, as long as you're safe, money can be earned again." Zeng Wenxiu was unaware that Xiaojiu's intelligence had already become almost on a par with that of an adult, which was why he could say such things. Xiaojiu had also transformed from an innocent child into someone solely focused on making money. Just then, the village head of the neighboring Chenjiacun came over with a woman. As soon as the woman arrived, she knelt down in front of Zeng Wenxiu and pleaded, "Please, Big Sister, save my husband!" Zeng Wenxiu helped the woman up and said, "What's the matter? Explain the situation. How can I save your husband if you don't tell me what happened?" The woman wept as she spoke about her husband. She said that her husband had gone to Shaoguan to mine coal, but somehow, he had been bewitched and fallen into a coma. The hospital couldn't find anything wrong with him either. The coal mine boss could only ask several fellow villagers of her husband to carry him back. Now, he was barely breathing. She had heard that Big Sister was a remarkable mage in the surrounding areas and had come to ask her to take a look. She had four young children at home, all relying on her husband for support. If he were to pass away, how could she and her children survive? Xiaojiu was about to interject that it was no problem as long as there was money. However, upon seeing the woman's extremely plain clothes with several patches, he could tell at a glance that she had no money and thus kept silent. After all, "let others perish, but not oneself." What did it have to do with him? Without money, everything was in vain. However, upon hearing this, Zeng Wenxiu felt that the woman's situation was similar to her own. If the man, the pillar of the family, were to disappear, it would truly be a disaster. She knew firsthand what it was like for a widow to raise several children. She quickly said to the woman, "Then let's hurry. A life is at stake. Let's see if it's still in time." Zeng Wenxiu picked up her son and went out with them towards the neighboring village. She even left her house door unlocked as she accompanied them. In fact, it wasn't far. It only took a dozen minutes to walk there. When they arrived at the woman's home, it was truly destitute. There was nothing of value in sight, and their life was extremely hard. Xiaojiu shook his head upon seeing this. The environment was much worse than his own home. In the middle of the hall, on a wooden plank, lay a man who seemed like a corpse, motionless. If one didn't look carefully, one would think he was dead. Zeng Wenxiu put down her son and walked over. She examined the patient's eyes and immediately knew that he had been possessed by evil spirits. She said to the woman, "Your husband has been possessed by evil spirits, but it seems extremely serious. I'm not sure if I can save him with my abilities. If you're willing, I'll come and give it a try tonight." Regarding this as a last - ditch effort, upon hearing that there was still a glimmer of hope, the woman was about to kneel down again to express her gratitude. Zeng Wenxiu quickly helped her up and said, "No need to thank me. I understand your difficulties. I'm also a widow and know how hard it is." "If I can save him, I definitely will. First, go and prepare a bowl of water. I'll stabilize him first. Then, prepare a rooster and a plate of rice. I'll come to perform the ritual tonight." The woman hurriedly brought a bowl of clear water. Zeng Wenxiu took the water and drew a talisman in it. She asked the woman to feed it to her husband. If she didn't feed him the talisman water, she feared that the man would be dead by nightfall. Xiaojiu watched the whole process without saying a word. Xiaojiu saw black qi emanating from the man on the ground, and the black qi transformed into a vengeful spirit with a smashed - in face. It was obvious that he had died in the coal mine and was now looking for a substitute to ascend to heaven and be reincarnated. Vengeful spirits who died unjustly were always difficult to deal with. Because they died unjustly and had strong resentment, seeking a substitute was permitted by the Heavenly Dao. Therefore, such spirits were rather troublesome. Xiaojiu knew that his mother definitely couldn't handle it. However, for Xiaojiu, it was a piece of cake. But Xiaojiu was simply unwilling to help with something that didn't pay. Only his mother was kind - hearted and would definitely help if she could. Xiaojiu was too lazy to remind her and let his mother handle it. After drawing the talisman, Zeng Wenxiu picked up Xiaojiu and went home. After having dinner in the evening, at around nine o'clock, she brought Xiaojiu to the woman's home again, set up a ritual altar, took out talismans, and began the ritual. Zeng Wenxiu fought against this vengeful spirit for about an hour and gradually began to run out of mana. Xiaojiu was almost falling asleep. Seeing his mother Zeng Wenxiu sweating on her forehead, he could only let his yang spirit leave his body to help. He couldn't let his mother tire herself out. Otherwise, even if this vengeful spirit died several times, it couldn't compensate for Xiaojiu's heartache. Xiaojiu's yang spirit left his body, recited a spell, and directly sent a burst of mana over. The originally thick black qi instantly decreased by half. The man lying on the ground let out a shrill scream, which made the few people standing nearby feel a bit scared. This sound didn't seem to come from a human at all; it was more like a cry from hell. Xiaojiu sent another burst of mana and dispersed all the black qi. This black qi was also evil energy, the mana of the vengeful spirit. Without mana, it could be easily dealt with. Seeing that it was done, Xiaojiu's yang spirit returned to his body. The rest was his mother's business. Xiaojiu closed his eyes and went to sleep directly. Zeng Wenxiu also felt strange. Why did she suddenly feel so relaxed while fighting the evil spirit? She managed to exterminate the vengeful spirit all of a sudden. She turned to look at her son. Wondered if it was her son who had helped? But seeing her son asleep, she didn't say anything. Zeng Wenxiu planned to ask when they got home. She directly said to the middle - aged woman, "The person is out of danger. However, since it's been too long, he still needs to take some medicine. Otherwise, the yin qi in his body will leave him with after - effects." She took out a small piece of medicinal herb from her bag and told the middle - aged woman to pour a little wine, grind the herb in the bowl for forty - nine circles, and then feed it to her husband. Then, she handed the herb to the middle - aged woman, instructing her to give it once a day, grinding it forty - nine circles each time as she had just done. After half a month, stop taking it. At that time, return the herb to her because such medicinal herbs were very hard to find. She also told the middle - aged woman that she would take the rice and the rooster back. These things were to be used as offerings to the ancestors. She asked the woman to take back the red envelope. Given the woman's current situation, she wouldn't charge any money. Zeng Wenxiu didn't even look at how much money was in the red envelope and directly refused it. Amid the woman's profuse thanks, Zeng Wenxiu picked up Xiaojiu and went home. After the ritual and taking the medicine, the man woke up the next day. Although he couldn't move, his mind was very clear. The middle - aged woman cried with joy. If her husband had died, how could she have survived? These days, she had been extremely anxious, fearing that her husband would pass away. He had been in a coma for more than ten days, and now he had finally woken up. Three days later, the man could get out of bed. Seven days later, the man could walk briskly. Everyone said it was a miracle, and Zeng Wenxiu's reputation grew even greater. Seven or eight days later, led by the middle - aged woman, the man came with gifts to thank Zeng Wenxiu. Zeng Wenxiu said to the man, "Your horoscope is rather weak, making it easy for evil things to possess you. I heard that you used to be a banquet cook. From now on, just quietly do banquet cooking at home." "Otherwise, you won't be so lucky next time." The man said, "Thank you, Master Zeng. I won't go out anymore. I'll listen to you. From now on, I'll honestly farm at home and do some banquet cooking to earn a little money to support my family."