A Wandering Taoist Arrives, Your Illness is Beyond Cure!

Nothing happened that night.

Early the next morning, someone stood outside the gates of the luxury estate.

The cloth shoes on his feet were covered in dust.

He simply stood there, yet carried an otherworldly air.

That person was Lin Xuan.

He did not use his divine soul, relying only on the most basic technique to restrain all his vitality, energy, and spirit.

Right now, he was merely an ordinary Taoist priest who knew a little breathing cultivation.

He raised his hand.

Rather than touching the modern doorbell, he lightly tapped the ornate iron gate three times with his knuckles.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sound was not loud, yet it carried an indescribable rhythm that seemed to bore straight into one's heart.

A few seconds later, the camera on the gate lit up.

An aged voice came through, filled with wariness and exhaustion.

"Who is it?"

Lin Xuan did not look at the camera. He merely lifted his gaze toward the depths of the estate, his voice calm.

"This humble Taoist happened upon this place in his travels and saw resentment coiling around it, deathly aura pervading it. It is no auspicious ground. I have come specifically to resolve a worldly entanglement."

His voice was not loud, yet the person on the other end felt his heart tighten at the words.

Inside the villa, an elderly man in an immaculate butler's uniform was staring fixedly at the surveillance screen.

The Taoist on the screen looked utterly ordinary.

Yet every word he spoke struck straight at the heart.

Resentment coiling around it, deathly aura pervading it.

That was precisely the state of the estate.

Ever since the young miss had fallen unconscious, and the master had sought out countless renowned doctors to no avail before inviting that group of so-called divine envoys, the entire estate had become like a graveyard.

The servants all walked on tiptoe, barely daring to breathe.

Over the past few days, the butler had driven away no fewer than twenty swindlers.

Some claimed to be miracle doctors, some called themselves masters, and others sold ancestral secret remedies.

But not one of them had been like the Taoist outside, striking at the crux of the matter the moment he opened his mouth.

The butler hesitated, but ultimately pressed the intercom button.

"Taoist priest, no one in our household is ill. I'm afraid you have come to the wrong place."

He used an honorific, but his tone remained distant.

Lin Xuan smiled and lightly flicked his whisk.

"This humble Taoist does not treat ailments of the body. I only treat ailments of the heart."

"Bodily ailments have medicine; ailments of the heart have no cure."

"The heart of this household's master is ill."

The butler's hand clenched tightly around the receiver.

His entire mind went blank.

An ailment of the heart!

Those words had laid bare his master's current state.

Ever since something happened to the young miss, the master had lost his soul and collapsed as a person.

He was using this madness to torment the heart that was filled with guilt.

Could this Taoist really be capable?

The butler's heart was locked in fierce conflict.

Reason told him this might merely be a more skilled conman.

But what if?

What if he truly could save the master, and save the young miss?

He could not let go of even that one-in-ten-thousand chance of hope.

"Taoist priest, please wait a moment."

The butler made his decision.

He ended the call and hurried toward the shrine on the second floor.

A moment later, the heavy iron gates let out a soft clank and slowly opened.

The old butler stood at the entrance in person and bowed deeply to Lin Xuan.

"Daoist priest, please come in. The master is expecting you."

Lin Xuan nodded and stepped into the estate.

The lawn was neatly trimmed, yet completely lifeless.

The villa was luxurious, yet chillingly cold.

In the living room, the oppressive atmosphere was enough to suffocate anyone.

A gaunt middle-aged man in expensive pajamas sat on the sofa, his eyes hollow.

He was the owner of the estate, the wealthy businessman Li Yuan.

He merely glanced at Lin Xuan before numbly looking away, without the slightest reaction.

Clearly, he took him for yet another fraud.

Beside Li Yuan sat a man in an ornate black robe, smiling faintly.

He was the cult leader, Master Hui'an, who called himself the "Divine Envoy."

When Hui'an saw Lin Xuan's Daoist robe, the hostility and disdain in his eyes were undisguised.

In his eyes, this sort of wandering charlatan was not even fit to carry his shoes.

"Old Wang, why do you bring just anyone into the residence?"

Master Hui'an held his little finger up delicately as he lifted his wineglass, his voice shrill and thin.

"Do you not know that today is an important day for us to pray to the God of Compassion? If you offend the divine presence, can you bear the consequences?"

The old butler lowered his head, remaining very respectful.

"Please calm your anger, Master. This Daoist priest said he could cure the master's affliction of the heart, so..."

"An affliction of the heart?"

Master Hui'an let out a mocking laugh.

He looked Lin Xuan up and down, his gaze contemptuous.

"Him? A wandering Daoist who cannot even feed himself?"

"Mr. Li's devotion has already moved the God of Compassion. When the time comes, a miracle will naturally descend, and his daughter will surely recover. As for his troubled heart, it will vanish under the grace of the god."

"You dare use such cheap street tricks before the Divine Envoy? If you know what's good for you, get out on your own. Do not defile this pure land."

His voice was piercing and grating, filled with superiority.

Lin Xuan ignored his prattle, his gaze fixed solely on Li Yuan.

Li Yuan seemed to have been drained of all strength and had no interest whatsoever in the clash between the two.

He waved a hand and spoke in a hoarse voice.

As though reciting lines.

"Daoist priest, forgive the spectacle."

"My daughter suddenly fell into a coma three months ago and has yet to wake. I sought out the best doctors in the world and used the most advanced equipment, but none of it helped."

There was no emotion in his words, only dead silence.

"Master Hui'an said my daughter is possessed by an evil spirit. Only by believing in the God of Compassion and earning salvation through devotion can she be saved."

"Since you are here, go take a look. If you truly have a solution, money is no object."

After saying that, he closed his eyes again.

Even speaking another word seemed exhausting to him.

Lin Xuan nodded and said no more.

Led by the butler, he went upstairs and entered a bedroom converted into a state-of-the-art hospital room.

The room was filled with life-support machines blinking with lights.

A girl of fifteen or sixteen lay quietly on the bed, her face pale and her breathing weak.

A faint wisp of black qi lingered between her brows.

It was neither an evil spirit nor a curse.

It was merely a normal result of prolonged deep coma—the connection between her soul and body had weakened.

Lin Xuan swept her with his divine sense and instantly understood the cause of the girl's condition.

It was not a physical illness.

All her bodily functions were normal.

It was her soul—or rather, her consciousness—that had locked itself away and refused to wake.

An extreme form of self-isolation.

Lin Xuan stood by the bed. He made no hand seals, chanted no spells—he simply looked at the girl in silence for a full minute.

Then he turned and walked out of the room.

He returned to the living room.

Master Hui'an was in the middle of eloquently describing the greatness of the "God of Mercy" and the spectacular "miracle" soon to come to Li Yuan.

Seeing Lin Xuan come downstairs so quickly, Hui'an's mocking smile deepened.

"What? Daoist, out of options already?"

"I told you, your daughter's illness can only be cured by divine power. You'd better save those trifling tricks of yours."

Li Yuan slowly opened his eyes as well and looked at Lin Xuan.

There was no hope in his hollow gaze, only numbness.

As if he were saying: Name your price, then get lost.

Lin Xuan ignored the chattering Master Hui'an beside him.

He walked to the center of the living room, stopped, and stared directly into Li Yuan's lifeless eyes.

The air in the entire living room instantly froze.

Lin Xuan slowly spoke. His voice was not loud, yet every word struck heavily against everyone's hearts.

"Your daughter's illness does not lie within her, but within your heart."

"No medicine can cure it. No god or Buddha can save it."

As his words fell—

Li Yuan's corpse-like face froze.

The next second—

He abruptly sat bolt upright on the sofa, shaking violently.

For the first time, a flash of horror erupted in those dead eyes.

He stared fixedly at Lin Xuan, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

That sentence had pierced the deepest part of his heart—the bloody lock that even he himself had never dared touch.

After a brief moment of stunned disbelief, Master Hui'an's face flushed the color of liver.

He sprang up from the sofa, pointed at Lin Xuan's nose, and let out a shrill roar.

"Spreading heresy to deceive the public!"

"You reckless vagrant Daoist! How dare you spout such nonsense here and shake Mr. Li's faith!"

"Guards! Where are the guards? Throw this foul-mouthed fraud out! Now! Immediately!"