The heretic technique of extending one's life through calamity has a special emphasis: go against the will of heaven, leave a trace of virtue, and be reborn with victorious blessings.
It sounds nice, but in fact it is to prevent the robber from dying on the spot and causing unnecessary trouble to the recipient.
The recipients of longevity extensions are always either rich or noble, and there are also some sanctimonious ones who are unwilling to get involved with things that take away people's lifespan, which sounds like heresy.
The four major techniques of tribulation and longevity, no matter which school, will not cause the death of the tribulation master on the spot.
Even if something goes wrong, the most likely outcome is that the life span will fail and the recipient will not be able to live as long as the life span.
Unless when performing the spell, this line of virtue is not left behind, and the life span of the tribulation master is directly robbed, the tribulation master will die on the spot.
Just like that medical student.
When he died, his body was as decayed as if he were seventy years old.
Once the robbery master dies directly, it is equivalent to a number embedded in the sky. Neither the recipient nor the caster can move the body, otherwise they will be punished by heaven.
Since the student died on a park bench, it means that that's where the magic was performed.
There is an unobstructed area of 20 meters around the place.
How could Wang Zhiyong, the recipient, not be able to see the performer!
Could it be that the magician was a real god and could cast magic from a distance?
"Three days, there is no need to discuss this matter! If the police find you, it doesn't necessarily mean they have evidence. With their ability, they can't trace you from the dead robber master, unless you have other tails exposed and confiscated them .”
"I asked a few female medical students to help me with the game. If they are found out, they will definitely blame me. I can no longer use the identity of Wang Zhiyong and must leave as soon as possible. Mr. Zhou, you Holding Kirito, my life and death are in your control. Even if I leave here, I dare not escape. But if I fall into the hands of the police, I will be dead. As long as you let me go, I am willing to add more It’s okay to apologize or kowtow to apologize.”
I took out a big coin and threw it in front of him.
"Throw money and ask for divination and let God's will come up. If you can throw flowers, you can leave this room!"
Wang Zhiyong looked at the big money, without reaching out, but asked: "Where is the word?"
I didn't answer him.
Wang Zhiyong gritted his teeth and said: "I don't throw, three days is enough. Follow the rules, respect etiquette, and you can speak wherever you go!"
I laughed, put away the big money, said no more to him, turned around and left.
This time I took the main door.
When we returned to Dahe Village, it was completely dark, but we didn’t even have dinner.
Originally, I wanted to go back to my residence to tidy up, and then go out to find a place to deal with him casually.
But from a distance, I saw Feng Juan carrying a bag and standing at the entrance of the courtyard.
I don’t know how long I stood there, wrapped tightly in my coat, my neck hunched, and I kept walking back and forth.
She was a little excited when she saw me coming back. She ran a few steps to meet me and said, "I thought you weren't coming back tonight and were planning to leave."
I saw that her face was a little pale and her hands were as cold as ice, so I quickly opened the door and let her into the house.
"Why didn't you call me? Didn't you write your mobile phone number?"
"I have nothing urgent to do, so I don't need to disturb you from doing your business."
"Have you been waiting for a long time?"
"It didn't take long, only half an hour. This is Dagouzi roast chicken. I bought it when I was passing the station. It tastes great when eaten cold, especially when paired with wine."
"I haven't eaten yet. You warm it up first. I'll take apart the chicken and boil some wine. I'll eat it tonight."
The roast chicken is really delicious.
It's especially fragrant with wine.
A big fat chicken was eaten cleanly by the two of us, and not a drop of the hot braised chicken was left.
Feng Juan's cheeks were red from drinking, she held her face in her hands and looked at me, with an inexplicable light shining in her eyes.
I asked her, "Is something wrong?"
"Lao Gao was hospitalized. His wife was too embarrassed to tell her what the disease was. When I inquired secretly, she said that the thing underneath was so rotten that it was leaking pus and blood. It couldn't be cured. If you want to save your life, you have to cut off the thing."
Feng Juan said, unbuttoning the two buttons on the collar.
She was wearing a shirt that was close to her body today. It was a little too small and stretched out as if it would explode at any moment. Once the button was unbuttoned, a deep ravine was immediately revealed.
There is a small red cloth bag sandwiched between the dazzling, round and white.
That's the charm I gave her.
She finally hung up.
Lao Gao, who had ulterior motives, suffered the consequences.
Feng Juan pulled the red cloth bag out of the ditch, took it off and put it in my hand, "Give me a new one. If you don't ask for anything else, please keep us safe."
I smiled and said, "I'm just a cure for external diseases. I'm good at treating the symptoms as they appear, but I can't guarantee people's safety. You might as well go to Falin Temple to ask for an amulet from me."
Although I said this, I still dug out a finger-sized wooden sword from my bag, tied it with a red string and gave it to her.
"Take it back, wear it during the day, and offer incense on the windowsill where you can see the moon at night. An ordinary incense stick will do. It can ward off evil and kill evil. If there is blood on the sword, come to me."
"Put it on for me."
Feng Juan looked at me, her eyes a little sticky.
I did not refuse this request, stood behind her, and put the small wooden sword around her neck.
The wooden sword dropped and slid into the deep ditch again, in a very correct position.
She grabbed my hand and guided me towards the deep ditch.
I patted her gently, retracted my hand and said, "I'll write a letter for you."
Although it is very soft and elastic, the evening classes cannot be stopped, the handwriting needs to be written, and the boxing needs to be practiced.
I didn't sleep much that night, and I was very energetic.
Feng Juan is also a little different from before.
In addition to being softer and moister, the mood is also more intense.
I once read that a little separation is better than a newlywed, but I didn’t quite understand it, but now I understand.
It feels really good.
When it was time to do morning classes, I almost didn’t get up again.
Fortunately, Sister Miao's ten years of strict requirements came into play at the critical moment.
As soon as I got up, Feng Juan also got up and left, but she did not leave immediately. Instead, she quietly watched me practice Qi Zhan Zhuang, and patiently waited until I finished my morning class before leaving.
Didn't even have breakfast here.
I offered to send her back, but she refused.
It was obvious that she wanted to agree, but her reason prevailed over her emotions.
Our relationship is not suitable for taking it any further.
No matter how tempting the warmth of the night is, it is not suitable to appear during the day.
But when she was leaving, she still couldn't help it, turned around and kissed me on the face.
In the morning, I usually stay at my residence to receive medical treatment.
But not a single patient was received.
I sat there until noon, then stopped waiting and locked the door, planning to go out and continue wandering.
But as soon as he went out, he saw a Grand Cherokee parked at the entrance of the courtyard.
A tall man jumped out of the car.
This man was over 1.90 meters tall at least. He was as strong as a hill. His shaved head was shiny and sleek. He was as fierce as a mountain beard, but he had large and small Buddhist beads wrapped around his neck and wrists.
"I, Yan Jingxian, work for the Earth Immortal Society."
The man got straight to the point, introduced himself, and then presented him with a bulging leather bag.
There is also a brown paper envelope on the leather bag.
Wang Zhiyong's apology has arrived.
