After a long time, the young man said: "That's all, old man, let me ask you, do you still miss this world?"
The old man frowned after hearing this, and asked with some confusion: "Young man, what do you mean?"
The young man said calmly: "It means that I can save you."
"Are you serious?" The old man also showed shock on his face. He knew his own illness very well. The doctor had told him clearly that it would not last more than two months.
The old man questioned a little: "I have gastric cancer. It's in the advanced stage. Even the internationally authoritative medical professors on gastric cancer don't dare to say that they can cure me. Do you really have a way?"
The young man tilted his head slightly and said to the middle-aged man with a Chinese character face behind him: "Brother, give him medicine."
The middle-aged man behind the young man frowned slightly, seemingly reluctant.
The young man urged: "Senior brother, listen to me and give him the medicine."
The middle-aged man sighed, reluctantly took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a yellow pill and handed it to the boy.
The young man said to the old man: "Taking this pill will protect your life for ten years."
The old man looked at the pills in the young man's hand and was doubtful. Even the people around him couldn't believe it.
However, when Mo Lin saw the pill in the young man's hand, he was immediately surprised. He saw a faint golden light flowing on the pill. The spiritual energy contained in the pill was extremely huge. If the old man took this pill, let alone Ten years or another fifty years is not a problem.
Mo Lin immediately concluded that refining this magical medicine must require countless geniuses and treasures, and the refining method must be extremely harsh. If there is a slight mistake, all previous efforts will be wasted.
The old man hesitated for a moment, then took the pill from the young man's hand and drank it. After all, he was about to die. What scruples could he have at this point?
The pill melted in the mouth. The moment the old man took it, he felt a chill in his abdomen, which was very comfortable.
In about a minute or so, the old man's complexion was obviously much better than before. His complexion was no longer sallow, but replaced by a rosy complexion.
After all, the body is his own, and the old man obviously felt a sense of lightness. He didn't even need to go to the hospital for a checkup to understand.
The old man stood up in disbelief and moved around casually, completely unlike a terminal cancer patient.
He quickly thanked the young man: "Young man, I...I really don't know how to thank you, you...you really cured my stomach cancer!"
The old man quickly took out a bank card from his pocket and said: "I only have 850,000 yuan with me at the moment. I ask my little brother to accept it and treat it as a medical fee. I will prepare a big gift and I will come to thank you someday."
Eight hundred and fifty thousand!
The people around him sighed again. It seemed that this was another owner who was not short of money. These 850,000 ordinary people would probably make money for a lifetime.
"You're welcome, old man, but I can't accept this money." The young man raised his hand and said, "We cultivators pay attention to following the will of God. This old man's life was not meant to be cut off."
"This... doesn't charge me any money, how can I feel embarrassed about this." The old man said with some embarrassment: "Little brother, I know that the medicine you gave me was definitely not an ordinary medicine, and I can't take advantage of you in vain. "
The young man thought for a moment and said, "Well, I'd rather be respectful than obey."
The young man took the old man's bank card, and the old man asked where the young man lived so that he could visit him later to say thank you and then left.
"Hey, do you know that just now, Cui Shouping died at the gate of Antique Street?"
"What, he's dead, what happened?"
At this time, news of Cui Shouping's death suddenly leaked out among the crowd.
"How did he die? Wasn't he fine just now?"
"He seemed to have some hidden disease. He suddenly fell ill just now. He collapsed on the ground and was convulsing. Later, someone called the emergency call.
The hospital next to the antique street sent a stretcher to carry him out, but who would have thought that he would die just as he was carried out of the antique street. "
Cui Shouping's death spread quickly among the crowd like news. Everyone was shocked. The young boy in front of them could calculate so accurately. It can be said that a person cannot be judged by his appearance.
The only one in the crowd who was not shocked was probably Mo Lin. Since the boy took out
When he took the yellow pill, he did not regard this young man as an ordinary person.
"Little brother, please help me take a look!"
"Go away, I'm in front. If you want to see it, help me see it first."
"Oh, don't be crowded. Do you have the quality to know how to queue up?"
At this time, people around him swarmed over, rushing to beg the young man to tell their fortunes.
But who knows, the young man shook his head slightly and said slowly: "Everyone, I'm really sorry, I only count the fortunes of three people today."
After saying that, the young man closed his eyes and rested, and stopped talking. The middle-aged man behind him stood behind the young man like a bodyguard.
The people around him begged the young man for a while, but when they saw that he really didn't care anymore, they had no choice but to leave angrily.
Seeing that there was no more excitement, Mo Lin turned around and planned to leave.
As soon as he turned around, the young man's voice sounded in his mind: "Doesn't this friend want to calculate his own fate?"
Mo Lin shuddered and turned around.
As soon as he turned around, he saw the young man looking at him with a half-smile.
This young man had handsome features and a dignified appearance. His clear eyes looked directly at Mo Lin, as if Mo Lin had no secrets in front of him.
Mo Lin was even more convinced of his idea. This boy was definitely not an ordinary person, especially the voice transmission he just made could communicate directly with his own brain.
He immediately stepped forward, raised his hands and said, "You were calling me just now, right?"
The young man looked at Mo Lin and said calmly: "I only count the lives of three people a day. Cui Shouping, who died just now, is the first person, and the terminally ill old man is the second person. I wonder if this friend wants to be the third person."
Mo Lin nodded, sat opposite the young man, looked at the young man's sign and said slowly: "The world is vast in the sleeves, and the sun and moon are long in the pot. The sign is quite profound."
The young man smiled and said: "Just think about it and write it casually. There is no other profound meaning."
"That's not necessarily true." Molin pointed at the sign and asked, "Others only pay attention to the first half of the sentence, but don't care about the second half. I want to ask brother, do you really have the art of immortality?"
"Hahaha!"
The young man laughed and said: "As expected of a person with Ziwei's destiny, he is really extraordinary. He can see places that ordinary people can't see and can't think of. To tell you the truth, there is a magic of immortality in the world."
Mo Lin shook his head and said: "Birth, old age, illness and death, the six paths of reincarnation. This is the destiny of heaven and earth. If you are familiar with numerology, you should naturally know that this is the way of heaven."
"Where is the terminally ill old man?" the young man said, "He was supposed to die. If he hadn't met me, he might not have survived more than two months."
"I was about to tell you this." Mo Lin said with a serious face: "You know God's will, and you should know what you can and cannot control."
"The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch. Who dares to stay until the fifth watch? The old man just now has filthy clothes, a beautiful head, sweaty armpits, and a filthy body. He is not happy with me. Judging from his face and breath, he is already When the gods and humans have reached the stage of decline, you rashly rescued him, aren't you afraid of karmic retribution?"
What Mo Lin said about the five declines of heaven and man means the five signs that people show when their life span is approaching.
The young man shook his head and said: "No, no, the road is fifty, forty-nine is a certain number, everything must have a chance of survival. You can say that the old man's life should be terminated or not."
Mo Lin sounded a little confused and looked at the boy doubtfully.
The young man continued: "Let's put it this way, the old man has indeed reached the stage of the five declines of heaven and man, but the five declines of heaven and man are divided into two types: the big five declines and the small five declines."
"The big five signs of decline seem to have lost their vitality, and there is nothing that can be done, while the small five signs of decline have a glimmer of vitality in the dark. As long as they firmly grasp this glimmer of vitality, that person will still have hope. That old man just now is This little five is in decline."
The young man's conversation was extraordinary, and he completely explained the five degenerations of heaven and man to Mo Lin.
Mo Lin was even more shocked when he heard this. He also heard the term "Five Declines of Heaven and Man" from Li Ao. Li Ao just told him that as long as a person reaches the point of "Five Declines of Heaven and Man", there is no cure, but even Li Ao did not We know that the five declines of heaven and man are actually divided into the five major declines and the minor five declines.
What made him even more incredible was that these words actually came from the mouth of a boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old.
It is unimaginable that this young man has such a high level of divination ability at such a young age, and it can be heard from his confident tone that he is not afraid of divine punishment at all.
As for divination, it itself reveals the secrets of heaven and will more or less bring some karmic retribution to oneself. Therefore, the divination person will only tell half of what he has calculated and leave the other half for the person concerned to understand. This can Minimize your own karma.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." The young man said calmly: "Let's talk about your own affairs now."
"You've been in trouble lately, quite a bit of trouble." The young man said thoughtfully, "I see from your face that you've been having bad luck lately, and you've even had a conflict with your best friend, right?"
Mo Lin nodded and said: "If you can calculate these, you should also know what I am troubled about."
"That's natural." The young man nodded and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, misfortune lies on the back of blessing, and blessing lies on the back of misfortune. This matter is both a disaster and a blessing."
The young man's call made Mo Lin confused and he couldn't understand a single word. Although they were both in the same profession, they were not in the same profession after all. Even Li Ao was probably confused after hearing these words.
The young man said slowly: "Everything has a yin and yang. The thing you encountered may not be a bad thing. If you trust me, tomorrow night you go alone to where you think you should go and do what you should do. Do your best and obey fate. You will definitely gain unexpected rewards."
With that said, the young man took out three red, yellow and blue brocade bags from his arms, handed them to Mo Lin, and said: "The order of the brocade bags is yellow-red-blue. When you encounter a problem that cannot be solved, you can open the brocade bags in sequence. bag."
