Cao Yi pondered for a while, then his eyes returned to the purple tree.
According to the memory just passed down from this small purple tree, it was sucked in by the embryo of the Gate of Eternal Life a long time ago. Its name is the Soul Treasure Tree, also called the Tree of Memory. As the name suggests, in addition to being of great benefit to those who practice the soul, In addition to the help, you can also record what happened.
At the same time, it is also a divine object, otherwise it would not be possible to achieve Nirvana and rebirth immediately after the death of the artifact spirit of the Gate of Eternal Life.
It is only in an infant state now, and its consciousness has not yet been fully formed. It can be said that it is very suitable for cultivation.
Of course, all this is information given by the Soul Treasure Tree. Whether it is true or false has yet to be confirmed.
Close your eyes and use the method of conveying the spirit to communicate with the soul treasure tree. Soon, the soul seems to be wrapped in a warm flow of heat, which is very comfortable.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Cao Yi opened his eyes and felt that his spirit had increased by more than 50%.
"good"
After Cao Yi nodded in approval, he glanced at the entire space. How to leave here?
"Forget it, get out of here."
Cao Yi originally wanted to ask the system, but gave up as soon as he shouted one word. He couldn't afford to ask about this system that burned luck like gasoline.
One second, two seconds...one minute, still staying in place.
Cao Yi closed his eyes, concentrated, opened them again, closed his eyes again, opened them again... He tried again and again six or seven times. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly returned to the shrine.
"Finally home"
At this moment, there was a sound of slight footsteps approaching his residence in the wandering earth world.
The protagonist Liu Qi's grandfather, the astronaut Liu Peiqiang's father-in-law, and the post-1995 old man Han Zi'ang are here.
Cao Yi stood up and entered the passage. The wind blew under his feet. In a blink of an eye, he walked through the several hundred meters long passage and arrived at his residence. Use the earth element to seal the exit.
What sounded like Han Ziang's footsteps was less than a hundred steps away from the door.
Cao Yi sat cross-legged on the futon, quietly waiting for Han Ziang's arrival.
A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door.
“The door is unlocked”
Creak, the door opened from the outside, and an old man with a familiar face born in the 1980s and 1990s walked in.
"Old sir, please sit down"
Cao Yi raised his finger and pointed at the futon beside him.
The old man cupped his hands, came closer, sat down cross-legged, and said softly: "Hello, Taoist Priest, my name is Han Zi'ang, and I am a senior pilot. I don't know what's going on lately. I'm always restless and can't sleep well." Jue, do you have dungeon syndrome?"
Cao Yi used his fiery eyes and immediately saw the black gas rising from Han Ziang's head, as well as the looming blood in it.
He immediately tore off his eyes and calmly pushed the cup of tea in front of him, "You must be thirsty after walking such a long way, so drink tea first."
Only then did Han Ziang notice the tea cup. After picking it up, he was stunned.
Cao Yi, who also picked up the cup and was about to drink, asked, "Why don't you drink, old gentleman?"
"Is there tea in this cup?"
Han Ziang's cloudy eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible.
"Um"
Cao Yi nodded.
In modern times, Xu Keming forwarded tea leaves to him as gifts from many important figures, such as Wangmantian brand top Huangshan Maofeng, Xinyang Maojian tea king "Blue Sky Jade Leaf", Fenghuang Dancong Songzhong No. 1, which are said to be worth millions. one kilogram.
But to him, there is no difference, they are all tea leaves.
Han Ziang licked his lips, glanced at Cao Yi, brought the tea cup to his mouth with trembling hands, took a sip, then his eyes lit up, and he drank it all regardless of the heat.
"The old man likes it. When I leave later, Pindao will give you some."
Cao Yi said.
Han Ziang waved his hand quickly, "How can I accept something as valuable as tea?"
Cao Yi chuckled.
"Taoist Priest is not simple. Until now, only big shots like Mr. Ma can afford to drink such precious things as tea."
Han Ziang sighed.
"Mr. Ma? Which Mr. Ma?"
Cao Yi asked.
"Who else could it be, the boss of Alipay?"
Han Ziang's eyes were full of envy.
"Mr. Ma is still alive?"
Even though he was used to seeing wind and waves, Cao Yi was still a little surprised.
According to the information on the encyclopedia, Mr. Ma was always born in 1964, and now it is 2075. In other words, Mr. Ma has lived to be 111 years old. As a half-apocalyptic person, he is very alive. .
"Mr. Ma is only seven years older than me, and his living conditions are so good. Life is not normal."
Halfway through, Han Ziang stopped. This Taoist priest who could produce tea must have gotten some inside information.
Cao Yi instantly realized that this Mr. Ma should be Ma Yunkun, the son of Jack Ma.
Ma Yuankun was born in 1992, just seven years older than Han Ziang, who was born in 1999.
"The news says that Mr. Ma is coming to Beijing for a meeting in the next two days, but it seems he won't be able to come. People, no matter how rich they are, they still have to wait for days."
Han Ziang sighed.
"I asked casually, you are overthinking."
Cao Yi said calmly.
Han Ziang said oh, and continued to ask the question: "Master Taoist, I heard that you are an expert in mental health. Do you think my symptoms are dungeon syndrome?"
"You are a senior transport truck driver and have been on it all year round. How could you get dungeon syndrome?"
Cao Yi asked back.
"Right"
Han Ziang laughed.
Soon, he stopped smiling, lowered his voice and asked, "Taoist Master, can you tell fortunes?"
Are the post-1995 generation also so superstitious?
"know a little"
Cao Yi said modestly.
Han Ziang continued: "Taoist Priest, please tell me how long I can live. Although my son-in-law is coming back soon, I still can't let go of my two grandchildren."
Cao Yi picked up the cup and took another sip of tea, and said, "When you came in just now, Pindao had already done the math for you."
Han Ziang leaned forward a little, "How long can I live?"
“Less than three days”
Cao Yi said calmly.
Han Ziang was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "Taoist Priest, are you kidding me?"
"Pindao never jokes"
Cao Yi looked very serious.
Last time, a billionaire lost his entire fortune just because he joked with him, and he was almost ruined.
"Taoist Master, I may have come to the wrong place. Thank you for the tea."
Han Ziang stood up, cupped his hands, and walked out.
"Go back and see what you lost."
Cao Yi said something casually.
Han Ziang paused and walked out.
Then, with a creak, the door was closed.
Cao Yi took out a classic and read it leisurely.
Three hours later, Han Ziang left and returned.
A look of disbelief on his face: "Taoist Master, my card is missing."
"Um"
Cao Yi didn't even raise his head.
Han Ziang walked up to him, sat down, and asked with a worried look on his face: "Taoist Master, do I really have less than three days left to live?"
“Not anymore”
Cao Yi raised his head and smiled slightly.
