It had to be said that money made things easier, the entire project was completed in just half a night. Peter Brown inspected it and couldn’t help but nod in approval.
"Mr. Wang, is it ready now?" Mansell Thompson saw that Peter had finished the inspection and hurriedly asked.
Mansell Thompson had started to believe in this matter now, and in this period, his father, who was hospitalized with an illness, had called several times to inquire about the situation.
His father believed strongly in the feng shui pattern matter. In the past, he had sought the help of several masters to resolve the issue, but unfortunately, no one could break the opponent’s feng shui pattern. He had fallen under severe constraint and was now taking it very seriously since he knew someone could resolve it.
"Yes, it’s ready. As soon as the first ray of sunshine arrives at dawn, the entire feng shui pattern can be activated."
"Great! My dad wants to come and watch. I’ll call him."
Seeing Mansell Thompson making a call, Peter Brow thought for a moment and called Edward Martin and Briar Henderson, asking if they wanted to come and watch.
Upon receiving the news, the two young men were restless and said that they would be on their way at once.
Peter Brown had inspected the entire Feng Shui Formation twice and knew that there were no problems. All he had to do was activate the formation, so he sat cross-legged on the stage at the exact center, cultivating, and waiting for the moment the sunlight arrived.
Seeing Peter Brown taking this position, Mansell Thompson became even more awestruck and went downstairs.
As time went by, Peter Brown heard movement downstairs and saw a strong man carrying an old man upstairs, followed by Mansell Thompson and the others arriving.
Seeing this old man, Peter Brown knew that it was Mansell Thompson’s critically ill father.
As expected, after the old man sat down in a wheelchair, he bowed his fist towards Peter and said, "I, Marcos Thompson, am grateful to Master for his help."
Peter glanced at Mansell Thompson and nodded slightly, "You were attacked by an evil spirit, causing it to enter your body, damaging your vitality."
Sighing, Marcos Thompson said, "Ah, it’s all because of the grievances accumulated in my youth. I only hope that the Master will be able to resolve this Feng Shui chessboard. Today, even though I am seriously ill, as long as I can see the opponent’s feng shui pattern resolved, I will have no regrets in death."
Peter Brown stood up and walked over to Marcos Thompson. After probing Marcos Thompson’s internal condition with his hand, he smiled and said, "Don’t worry, it can be healed."
Hearing that he could still be saved, the old man’s eyes lit up and asked, "Master, can my condition be cured?"
"Mr. Wang, can you cure my dad?" Mansell Thompson also looked at Peter with surprise and delight.
"It’s not hard to cure; you have been invaded by an evil spirit. All that is needed is to insert a few silver needles to release the evil spirit, and then take some decoction, and naturally, you’ll recover."
"I am grateful for the Master’s help!"
Marcos Thompson was already excited. Of course, he wanted to live. His family had already received a critical illness notice from the hospital. Despite their connections, even the best doctors they could find had deemed his condition untreatable. His family hadn’t expected to hear from Peter that he could be healed, and their faces were filled with joy as he spoke so casually about it.
Seeing that there was still some time, Peter Brown looked at Mansell Thompson and said, "Please send someone to fetch the bag in my room. It contains silver needles. I will put a few needles in your father to stabilize his condition first."
"Hurry, hurry, help Mr. Wang get his bag."
Mansell Thompson loudly ordered a subordinate.
Edward Martin and Briar Henderson arrived upstairs, one after the other while they were talking.
"Peter, is this the Feng Shui Formation you made?" Edward Martin looked at the big scabbard built in front of him and laughed, "I have to say, it really looks like a scabbard for a sword."
Briar Henderson said, "Peter, I think this is a bit too complicated. Just set up a machine gun on this building and aim it at the other side. A gun against a knife, just spray a round and they’ll be finished. I can handle this feng shui pattern."
Briar Henderson laughed.
At this time, Mansell Thompson said, "Mr. Wang, what Briar said makes sense. I feel that using a machine gun against a big knife is more direct, and it can even destroy the other side."
Seeing the curious eyes of everyone, Peter Brown shook his head and said, "Do you think machine guns are very powerful?"
"Why not? They are very powerful!"
Briar Henderson said loudly.
Smiling, Peter Brown said, "Firearms, like machine guns, are very powerful weapons for mortals. You’re right, for ordinary people, the power of firearms is boundless. But have you ever thought about what happens when weapons like firearms truly come up against a strong person, someone with the power to destroy heaven and earth? Can bullets really destroy them? Let me tell you this: firearms are just toys for children in the eyes of those experts. A single strike of their True Qi can destroy your bullets."
"Is it that powerful?" Briar Henderson was shocked.
Peter Brown looked at the opposite building and said, "Do you really think the other side has an ordinary feng shui pattern? Let me tell you, it’s a feng shui formation that can summon the energy of blade evil energy from heaven and earth for attacks. In front of that blade evil energy, conventional firearms are like toys. If you were to use machine guns, not only would it be useless, but it could also provoke a more intense attack from the blade evil energy, causing the destruction to be even greater."
Everyone sighed with relief at this point, realizing the danger of not understanding feng shui.
"We were wrong to look at the world with a mundane view!"
Marcos Thompson looked at Peter Brown with even more admiration at this time.
At this moment, someone brought Peter Brown’s bag.
Peter opened the bag, took out the silver needles, and said to Marcos Thompson, "Master, I’m going to insert the needles."
"Go ahead, go ahead, I’m grateful to the Master."
As he spoke, Peter Brown inserted the first needle into the top of Marcos Thompson’s head without him even taking off his clothes.
This first needle made everyone’s heart tremble, thinking that Peter Brown was bold enough to insert it into such a critical place first.
Then they saw Peter’s hand move faster and faster. More than a hundred needles were inserted into all over Marcos Thompson’s body.
After the needles were in place, Peter flicked them one by one with his fingers, and everyone clearly saw a glimmer of light flashing across the silver needles.
Before everyone could figure out what was happening, Peter Brown had already removed the needles at an even faster pace.
"That’s it, the evil spirit has been expelled. The next step is to nourish the qi with herbal soup. After a few doses, you will recover."
As Peter Brown finished speaking, Marcos Thompson, who had been weak, had already stood up from his chair.
"Ah, I can stand up now!"
Marcos Thompson was completely excited.
Not only him, but everyone who saw this was also amazed, their eyes widened in disbelief. They never thought that a person close to death could stand up after just several needles were inserted.
Everyone looked at Peter Brown again, and a look of awe appeared on their faces.