I was stunned by his words and asked, "What are you referring to?"
"I have a way to help you get out of your current predicament, but you have to die for me."
After a pause, he deliberately added: "You have to wear sackcloth and show mourning, and you have to break a funeral pot for me."
"From now on, I have to sweep my grave during New Years and holidays. I can't let my grave be too dirty."
…
Huang Bengui made a lot of requests while talking to himself, and I looked confused while listening.
Leaving aside whether this is true or not, the question is, who would use this kind of thing in exchange for someone else?
After a while, I tentatively said, "Old sir, can I ask the reason?"
Huang Bengui took out a folded piece of paper from his arms, patted it gently in front of me, and cooed at me again.
Obviously, this is for me to open and see.
I opened the paper hesitantly and saw three big words: Diagnosis.
The most glaring thing was the following diagnosis: liver cancer.
No wonder his face is so ugly and he is already terminally ill.
"I still have three or two days. It's fate that we meet today."
"I'm going to do you a favor, can you give me a funeral?"
Huang Bengui asked again, but I did not respond directly.
As far as I know, liver cancer is a very serious disease. Even if you don't die for a while, it must be very painful.
How can a person who has trouble even walking think about wiping someone's butt?
I returned the medical certificate to him and asked, "Sir, do you already know your birthday?"
"That's natural."
There was a hint of pride on Huang Bengui's face: "I have only learned the art of looking at qi in my life. I naturally know what the qi in my body looks like."
"Boy, don't try to probe me here. I tell you clearly that the disease is real, but I didn't take any medicine or receive any treatment."
Even if the ants are trying to survive, people who want to die will still seek to survive when they are dying.
This is human nature and no one can change it.
Obviously, according to Huang Bengui's statement, he was violating human nature.
I cleared my throat and said comfortingly: "Although you and I are both practitioners of Taoism, sometimes we should still believe in medicine."
"If you can live, don't give up."
I pursed my lips and said something to comfort someone: "Whether I can have it in the next life is of course a matter of course. I should cherish it or cherish it."
"Hahahahaha."
My comfort made Huang Bengui laugh heartily: "Young man, you speak quite clearly."
Huang Bengui raised his hand and counted the time: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is getting closer and closer, and I want to walk the Xuan Yue *** again."
"You're right, cherish and enjoy it while you're still alive."
"I have no children in this life, and I have no worries. Only Xuan Yue is my favorite."
After he reminded me like this, I remembered that Xuanyue *** was coming soon.
This is a secret within Taoism that is never open to the outside world.
It is better to say that it is a kind of ritual than a kind of ritual.
One month before the start of the September Festival, Taoist priests from all over the world will set off, walking all the way, asking for food and clothing when passing by.
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, they will stop at a certain place, burn the objects they ask for, pray for good men and women, and chant sutras.
Since Xuanyue *** does not have a fixed route and the departure time is different, this has resulted in many experts passing through Monan recently.
Moreover, those who can join this kind of mage are most likely decent people.
Those magicians who hope to get rich by tricking others will not be willing to endure such hardship.
This may be an opportunity for me.
Huang Bengui laughed again: "If it weren't for too little time, I would really like to make friends with you, this young man!"
His hearty laughter made it impossible to connect him with a person whose end was approaching.
"Okay, I don't have much time, so you should think about what I said."
"But, there is a price for this."
Huang Bengui's smile gradually faded, and he sighed sincerely, waiting for my next words.
I had a vague premonition and asked in a low voice: "This price..."
"You were hit by disaster before, and now you're being targeted by the Sangmenshen. These two bad things put together are a good thing."
"As long as you become a boy from Sangmen Star, the calamity will naturally not dare to do anything to you, and this matter will be solved easily."
Looking at his expression, it was obvious that he hadn't finished speaking, so I could only nod.
Huang Bengui took off his sunglasses and stared at mine with his eyes: "The price is that you have to stay away from the crowd. The closer you are to the people, the farther away you have to be."
"Everyone who comes near you will be in bad luck."
