After Han Dawei left, I asked Uncle Ma somewhat worriedly.
"Is this reliable? If He Hefu's effectiveness is transferred to the deputy store manager, the female ghost will not look for Han Dawei in the future?"
Uncle Ma said disapprovingly: "Yes, after the engagement is terminated, of course she will not look for Han Dawei. Otherwise, do you think these 6666 are for nothing?"
Well, I wasn't in a very good mood at this time, so I didn't ask any more questions. After Uncle Ma finished speaking, he took the stack of money and counted it and said to me.
"I stewed eggplant and potatoes in the pot tonight. I heated them up in the pot. I also cut two red sausages. I just patted a cucumber for you. You go and eat it."
I sighed: "Uncle Ma, why are you so good? You are just like my mother."
Uncle Ma glared: "Don't be such a mouthful, I have to be like your father no matter what, how can I be like your mother?"
I touched my nose: "No, it's not like my dad. When I was hungry when I was a kid, he would always give me egg-fried rice, and he wouldn't even put in oil. The rice particles would stick to the pan... Alas, I can't make egg-fried rice now either. , the only time he contacted me recently was to ask me for pants."
Recalling the past, I felt a little sad, turned around, took out the food, and started eating.
Uncle Ma watched me eat, and after a while, he asked me leisurely.
"You went out for a day and came back at night, but you didn't accomplish anything. I guess you and Xiao Wenwen were at odds with each other?"
I was a little shocked. Uncle Ma is simply a god. Can you even see this?
"Uncle Ma, you don't even know if I've done anything. You...have you installed a bug in the car?"
"Eavesdropping on your sister, do you think I look like that kind of person? To be honest, how are you two doing?"
I sighed and told Uncle Ma truthfully about Zhang Wenwen's situation without hiding anything.
When Uncle Ma heard that Zhang Wenwen actually wanted to take care of her mother, he frowned and kept circling around the room.
"This matter is difficult to handle. The fact that she can do this for her mother means that she has it in her destiny, otherwise she would not be able to do it if she wanted to. But you are right, life is short due to the impermanence of life. If she does this, she will be able to accumulate merit in the future. It’s impossible to live long, and I will definitely not live to be forty years old.”
I smiled bitterly and said, "Don't say forty, she might only live to be twenty-four."
Uncle Ma counted again and sighed: "That's true. In fact, it might have been better if you hadn't touched her in the first place. She is Sister Hua, and her marriage is already rough. It can even be said that she cannot get married at all. You can’t lose your virginity either.”
My eyes widened: "Ah, there is another saying, she...can't..."
Uncle Ma nodded: "Yes, she can't, but you also have this marriage in your past life, so... there is no way, it cannot be avoided, hey, it is fate after all."
"Then... what should I do now? If I go to the underworld and ask my old Monument King for help, will it be useful?"
"It's hard, it's getting harder and harder. Don't you know that nothing in this world can be obtained for free, it's all in exchange."
"In exchange..."
I seemed to understand what Uncle Ma said and said to him: "How can I change it? Uncle Ma, please tell me. I am willing to try."
Uncle Ma scolded: "What the hell are you trying? You can't even trade it with your own life. You have your mission, and you also bring a group of immortals with you. To tell you the truth, since the disciples have embarked on this path, their lives have been at stake." It’s not yours alone, do you think you can change it if you want?”
I was stunned: "So, I can only watch her..."
Before I finished saying this sentence, I could no longer continue.
Since even Uncle Ma said this, even if I risk my own life, I still can't save Zhang Wenwen.
"That's not necessarily the case. That child has a pure nature, and there might be a turn for the better. Wait a minute, and I'll make some predictions."
Then, Uncle Ma took out a few large coins that he often used, put them together in his palms, prayed silently for a moment, and then threw them on the table.
This is the six-yao method, a very common divination method. I know a little bit about it, but it is too troublesome to interpret the hexagrams. There are also various hexagrams that I am too lazy to study.
After the hexagram came out, Uncle Ma looked down, thought about it for a while, then raised his head and said to me.
"Don't tell me, there is indeed a change, but... you have to wait, you can't rush."
"If there is no problem, how long will it take?"
"It won't take long. Within seven days, there will be noble people to help."
Uncle Ma's words rekindled the hope in my heart.
But that night I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I thought about Zhang Wenwen, then He Yuchen, and then Zhuang Yuwei.
I jumped up and said, "No, I have to go see how Zhuang Yuwei is doing recently. She has been in that fan for a long time, and there is no news at all."
I ran to the entrance of the hall, picked up the Sanqing fan, sat cross-legged on the ground, and let my mind sink into it.
This is easy to say, but in fact it is still very difficult, especially now that I am very upset. It took me about ten minutes to calm myself down, and then I entered a strange world in a trance.
Different from the world of Tangdan, this Sanqing Fan is filled with hazy mist, which makes people feel misty and uncertain, as if they are in a fairyland.
After I came in, I was confused and didn't dare to walk around. I listened quietly, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter not far away.
As we walked following the sound, the surrounding fog gradually thinned and finally swayed away, revealing a small independent world in front of us.
This place also has heaven and earth, flowers and grass, but it is much smaller than in Tangdan World. If Tangdan World is a towering mountain, then this place is more like a small park.
On a lawn, there are two hillsides. There is a small wooden house on the top of the hillside. In the distance, the green mountains are like black and the blue sky is like a wash. It is as beautiful as a landscape painting.
The laughter suddenly turned from one side. I looked over and realized it was Hang Yuanyuan.
She was wearing a tight suit, riding a motorcycle, and actually speeding around on the lawn.
Looking more closely, it turns out that there is a separate field on the lawn over there, probably just for her to ride a motorcycle.
But where did she get the motorcycle?
In the blink of an eye, Hang Yuanyuan was in front of me and got off the motorcycle neatly. Immediately, the motorcycle turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared in the air.
It turned out to be fake.
"Brother Xiaofan, you are finally willing to come and see us. Sister Wei built the house a few days ago and you didn't come."
I smiled and said, "I'm too busy, right? There's been a lot going on lately, and I've been thinking about coming to see it. Besides... you guys aren't going out either."
As I said that, I looked at the house on the top of the mountain and asked curiously: "Isn't this house also an illusion? It looks quite real."
Hang Yuanyuan said: "That's not true. The spiritual energy in this fan has become more and more abundant recently. Those trees, mountains, etc., are all the same as real. Oh no, for us, it is real. So, Sister Wei Let those eighteen big fools contribute their efforts to build this house."
Good guy, it turns out it was Zhuang Yuwei who asked the Eighteen Rampant Soldiers to build it?
Having said that, for so long, there has been no place where the Eighteen Rampant Soldiers can be used. The food and drinks in the hall are delicious. I was worried that they would be too idle and cause trouble, but I didn't expect that they would be useful here in Zhuang Yuwei's place.
I smiled and patted Hang Yuanyuan's little head.
"Come on, let's go up the mountain to see your sister Wei."
