The next morning, Jiang Jinjiu had a visitor. But it was none other than Gongsun Zhi, whom Manager Liu mentioned yesterday.
Gongsun Zhi looks much younger than his actual age, and no one can tell that he is over sixty.
His hair was black and shiny and had not been dyed at all. If you had to look carefully, you could only pick out a few strands of white hair at the temples. Although there are three indelible grooves on his forehead, the wrinkles on his face are fine and few, the skin is firm, and the skin color is slightly dark without any spots. His face is rosy, his lips are red and his teeth are white. In short, it is difficult to find signs of aging on his face.
The only flaw was a gap on the tip of his right ear. The wound was neat and was cut by a sharp weapon. Look at his straight back, and his dark blue Tang suit is full and round. He walks calmly and powerfully, with a posture like a master in a martial arts school. It is no exaggeration to say that he is thirty years old.
Gongsun Zhi's background is not small. At the age of 16, he won the championship in the youth group (designated boxing, free-choice spear skills) of the National Martial Arts Conference, and again at the age of 18, he won the men's all-around championship (boxing, swordsmanship, spear, free-choice boxing, sparring, and pentathlon). Later, due to family problems, he gave up martial arts and went into business. He was able to endure hardships, was eager to learn, and was very motivated. Within a few years, he was promoted from a salesman selling drinks to the position of regional manager.
When he was twenty-three years old, his boss went to Hong Kong to develop and took him with him. Unexpectedly, it collapsed within a year. Being unfamiliar with the place, he can only start from the bottom, not wanting to go astray. Because of his great kung fu, who in Tsim Sha Tsui doesn’t know Brother Tian Hao? At that time, he changed his name to Shun Tian Hao. His eldest brother helped him choose it. He felt that this name was more domineering.
On the surface, the life of a gang is full of glory, but in the final analysis, it is a life on a knife's edge, and there are dangers, especially when you are unlucky.
When he was twenty-seven years old, his boss was overthrown and he was hunted down. Even though his martial arts is the best in the country, as the saying goes, it is easy to dodge open guns but hard to prevent hidden arrows. He has been plotted against many times and has been surrounded by dangers many times, but not every time he can escape by luck. When he fled to Sichuan, he was besieged by many people and forced to fall off a cliff.
After all, the fortune teller should not give up. Gongsun Zhi fell on a century-old tree. The dense branches and leaves acted as a buffer, and the tough vines wrapped around his body. However, four of his ribs were broken, his left arm and right leg were fractured, and he had dozens of bruises all over his body. He was already half dead.
In a coma, he hung on a tree for a day and a night. By chance, a Taoist priest passed by and rescued him.
The Taoist knew medical skills, and there were not many people within a few dozen miles, so Gongsun Zhi had no choice but to stay in the Taoist temple for four months.
During the period of healing, since there were no entertainment facilities in the Taoist temple and only three large boxes of books, he was so bored that he had no choice but to read.
But he didn't expect that the books in these three boxes, in addition to Taoist scriptures, were of all kinds and types. Such as medical books, history books, martial arts atlases, metaphysics books, geography books, astronomy books, biographies, current affairs, music scores, wood art, ancient architectural designs... all are handwritten manuscripts with calligraphy.
Among many categories, Gongsunzhi was particularly interested in books on metaphysics. Especially numerology, numerology, physiognomy, Feng Shui, the method of exorcising ghosts and catching monsters, and never leave the book while eating or sleeping, to the point of obsession.
What he didn't expect even more was that the Taoist who rescued him was an expert from outside the world, Tian Zhengguo, a true disciple of the Zhengyi Taoism.
Speaking of Tian Zhengguo's life experience, it is very sympathetic. His parents died when he was young, leaving him alone and helpless, and could only be a little beggar on the roadside. When he was ten years old, Tian Zhengguo's life was hanging by a thread due to the rampant plague. Fortunately, the Taoist priest at that time went down the mountain to apply medicine and he was able to save his life. However, the plague was followed by famine, and no one had enough to eat, let alone beggars. Many people died of starvation. At this time, there were many refugees stealing food, and Tian Zhengguo also followed suit. But the first time he stole food, he was captured. Fortunately, the leader of the Taoist temple came to his rescue and he was not beaten to death.
This was also the fate of the two of them. Tian Zhengguo was seriously injured at that time, and the temple owner left him to cultivate in the Taoist temple. After seeing the whole picture of Tian Zhengguo, the viewer knows that his talent is beyond ordinary people. After getting along with him, he realized that he had good conduct, so he accepted him as his disciple and taught him everything he could.
Time flies, and Tian Zhengguo encountered changes not long after he completed his studies, and everyone in the Taoist temple became a monster. Fortunately, the owner of the temple secretly knew that there was a big disaster, so he took more than ten people from Tian Zhengguo's family into the mountains and hid in the mountains, disguised as mountain people, and was able to avoid the trend of criticism.
Many years later, the owner of the temple was already old. He liked the tranquility of the mountains and forests and planned to stay there to take care of himself. Looking up at the sky and sighing at the decline of Taoism, the disciples are now in their prime, so they are asked to go out of the mountains and find another way to make a living instead of wasting away in the mountains. However, Tian Zhengguo had forgotten the grace of saving his life and the grace of inheriting from his master, so he was willing to stay and take care of his master.
A few years later, the temple master passed away, and the disciples who left the mountain built a Taoist temple in the mountain to commemorate their master.
It is natural for Tian Zhengguo to guard the tomb of his master and live alone in the Taoist temple. Later, he became famous in the surrounding towns and villages with his medical skills, and he made a considerable income from selling Chinese medicinal materials. If you meet a superstitious person, look at Feng Shui and choose a Yin House to make your income more optimistic.
This is the fate.
If Tian Zhengguo did not continue to live in the mountains and forests and be a doctor, he would not often go to the mountains to collect medicine, and Gongsun Zhi would not be saved in time. If Gongsun Zhi was slightly injured, he would not be so bored reading, and he would not know that he has a strong interest in metaphysics. If he was born with an evil look, Tian Zhengguo would not have the idea of accepting a disciple.
Gongsun Zhi had been studying for six years and had almost mastered all the skills of Tian Zhengguo. At this time, he seemed a little uncontrollable. Tian Zhengguo had long thought that he was not related to Taoism, and he only hoped that he could spread Taoism and let him leave the mountain.
After Gongsunzhi came out of the mountain, he thought that Hong Kong people were very superstitious and he would definitely make a name for himself with his skills, so he returned to Hong Kong.
Over the past few years, he has spent countless blood, tears and sweat, not only establishing a large-scale Taoist temple, but also training four proud disciples to spread the Taoism, and using what he has learned in his life to exchange for strong entrepreneurial capital. After decades in the business world, he is now the chairman of a group with total assets of tens of billions.
But the most admirable thing is his ability to maintain his appearance. Legend has it that someone paid him 100 million yuan to ask for his secret recipe for maintaining good health.
Gongsun Zhi had a son and a daughter, who were both married and had children, and they were very happy.
Unfortunately, one summer, his flight was canceled due to weather conditions, so his wife had to take the entire family to a vacation spot. Unexpectedly, the plane crashed on the way, leaving him a lonely old man. No matter how rich he was, he could not make up for the emptiness in his later years.
Nowadays, apart from managing corporate affairs, he helps people with Feng Shui and discusses with fellow Taoists, which is just a pastime in his later years.
It is said that Gongsun Zhi went to the hospital to visit his friend, the gentleman who once showed Manager Liu Feng Shui. I overheard him talking about Jiang Jinjiu, so I wanted to visit him. The purpose was to find out who Jiang Jinjiu was.
During this period, newspapers reported on Jiang Jinjiu's incident, but they were not very detailed. I think the Feng Shui bureau set up by Gongsun Zhi's friend is of an upper-middle level, but it can turn vicious by accident, and its power cannot be dealt with by anyone without any skills. How could he expect it to be cracked by a young man in his twenties and without any magic weapon? Even if he was seriously injured, it was still puzzling to Gongsun Zhi. So I wanted to meet this person and see what was special about him.
When he saw this, he saw an ordinary-looking boy with a darkened face and a dying boy. Even though he had experienced countless storms and waves, he couldn't help but secretly feel strange.
The so-called Yintang is a place where a person's energy and spirit gather. In physiognomy, it is often used to observe people's complexion and predict good and bad luck.
Jiang Jinjiu's Yintang was so dark that his eyebrows were tied together, so how could Gongsun Zhi believe that the person in front of him was an "ordinary person" who ruined the formation, was seriously injured, and still survived after a night of persistence.
But what surprised Gongsun Zhi even more was that Jiang Jinjiu's sleeping appearance looked exactly like his son. Looking at him, he seemed to see his granddaughter pulling him to wake up his son again... The illusion always dissipated at the most beautiful moment. Gongsun Zhi's heart ached, but the long-dried tear glands could not secrete tears to moisten his red eyes. He couldn't help but close his eyes and rub them gently... At this moment, the fine lines at the corners of Gongsun Zhi's eyes deepened a bit.
When the nurse saw Jiang Jinjiu sleeping, she told Gongsun Zhi not to disturb him and wanted to see him off. Just when Jiang Jinjiu woke up, the nurse allowed Gongsun Zhi to enter the ward.
"Who are you?..." Jiang Jinjiu stared at Gongsun Zhi and couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
"I'm Gongsun Zhi... I believe Manager Liu mentioned me." Gongsun Zhi said as he walked to the window, opened a window, and drew the curtains to cover the window so that the wind that blew in would not blow directly to Jiang. Enter the wine.
But this was not out of his original concern, but a subconscious action. His children all like indoor air circulation, but don't like to be blown by the wind. So whenever he went to bed or got up early, he would open the window and close the curtains to block the wind. The strange thing is that Jiang Jin looks like his son when he drinks and sleeps. Not only does it bring up sad things, but it also brings out habits that he had stopped long ago.
"Ah! You are Mr. Gongsun Zhi, hello, hello!" Jiang Jinjiu wanted to lean forward and shake hands with the other person, but his stiff muscles were very sore due to the strain.
Seeing this, Gongsun Zhi hurriedly stepped forward and pushed him back to the bed. "Don't move around. If you don't pay attention to this injury, it will leave the root of the disease." He pulled the chair and sat beside the bed, feeling Jiang Jinjiu's pulse.
Jiang Jinjiu was a little confused by Gongsun Zhi, and asked softly, "Um...you mean my injury is serious?"
"Well... not good, not good." Gongsun Zhi looked solemn, seeming to have discovered a major problem.
