"I want to buy lifespan just one dollar?! Go, I can't help you..."

Facing the young man kneeling respectfully in the hall, the "Sacred Light God" sitting cross-legged on the futon spoke, but this person's words were shocking, what... what kind of life span can you buy with money? He disliked this person's money, so how much money really allowed to buy a life span? What's going on?

I really want to go up and take a closer look and understand. I even want to ask this so-called Holy Light God why can you buy and sell your lifespan here? What else do you have to do in the underworld? Humph!

But the master suddenly threw me a stern look and told me to be calm. I had to hold back my voice and see what this Holy Light God is doing!

But the young man looked up but was already full of tears, and he choked up and said, "Master Holy Light, Master Holy Light, please be merciful, wuwuwu~~~ Please save my mother, please~~~~"

The young man cried for a long time, and the Master Shengguang who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion did not even raise his eyelids, but slowly waved his hand and said, "Go and go..."

“Woooooo~~~”

The young man stood up sobbing and stared at Master Shengguang for a long time. After all, he sighed helplessly, turned around and walked out of the hall. When I passed by us, I looked at his lost expression, as if everything around him no longer existed in his eyes, and I couldn't help but feel nervous.

At this time, Master Shengguang in the hall room spoke faintly: "Since those who come here are all people who are about to reach their limits, or relatives and family members, come forward!"

Seeing my master walking into the hall with an angry look on his face, I felt happy. If Master Shengguang is so angry, this Master Shengguang is really a minority among the few. Since Master has entered his Taoist temple, then this matter is under control.

The master did not speak, nor did he bow respectfully, but stood quietly opposite Master Shengguang and stared at him with a serious face. After a long time, the Master Shengguang who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion seemed to have some sense. He slowly opened his eyes and said in his mouth: "When I see this master, why...ah? You?!"

Bu Yique and I were both shocked. Why did Master Shengguang so frighten when he saw his master?

"Hmm?" the master sneered, "Do you know me?"

Master Shengguang staggered and almost fell off the cushion. He hurriedly covered his face with his sleeves, and screamed with trembling all over: "Come here! Drive them away! Drive them away!"

Immediately, several so-called saints boys quickly surrounded our master and disciple, and then the leading young man said viciously: "Master doesn't welcome you! Go quickly!"

The master glanced at the entire Taoist temple indifferently, then snorted angrily and turned to walk out of the house. I didn't understand why, but I was scared by these vicious saints, and hurriedly turned around to catch up with the master. After walking out of the door, the master's anger disappeared and then sighed deeply.

I asked carefully: "Master, why did that Master Holy Light react so much when he saw you? Also, he seemed to be afraid of you. Why is this?"

The master suddenly glared and said, "Hmph! He did evil deeds and evil. He opened his eyes to the sky and could naturally see the protective divine light around me. However, he was really too far-fetched. Although we are not in harmony with each other, he doesn't need to be afraid of me so much unless he knows our Maoshan Sect very well and knows clearly that I am a Tantric Sect. This is why the master sighed just now. I am afraid that our trip will not be so smooth!"

I immediately smiled and said, "Master, don't worry too much. Isn't it just a evil way to harm people? You are here now, and I'm afraid he won't make a comeback. You're thinking too far, hehe!"

The master turned around and glared at me, his anger was not gone, and he said, "What do you know! What you see is the appearance of this matter. Although the man's heavenly eye is opened, it is clearly not his own wisdom light, but someone else has placed it on him. Moreover, there is a cloud of evil spirit above his heavenly spirit. It can be seen that this person is a puppet, just a puppet controlled by someone. I just don't know what the purpose of the manipulator behind him is. If he has such ability, he will naturally not simply greed for worldly money. What is his purpose..."

I couldn't quite understand what the master said, but when I saw him finishing, I pondered for a moment, not knowing what I was thinking.

Inadvertently, I found that the young man who had just walked out was still moving forward slowly not far away. Looking at the dejected figure, I really wanted to go forward to ask for comfort, but at this time, the master seemed to have noticed this person, and immediately walked forward quickly and shouted: "Please stay, little brother!"

The young man stopped hearing this, but he was in a daze and muttered something, as if he said something else, "I can't save my old mother without money... I can't save my old mother without money..."

The master sighed and said, "This little brother, I wonder what disease your mother has? Why did you ask for help from this... Master Shengguang?"

The young man suddenly raised his head and grabbed the master's arm. Tears couldn't stop flowing down, and he choked and said, "Uncle, my old mother is not sick! She is not sick! She only needs to extend her life! It's a life!"

"Life extension?" The master frowned and reached out to support the staggering young man, then asked with concern: "What life does it last? Why do you need to last?"

The young man stared at the master for a moment, then slowly lowered, his mind became dazed again, and his voice was extremely helpless and helpless: "If you want to know, go back and have a look with me..."

As he said this, the young man began to move forward weakly again. The master looked at him quietly and said nothing. I quickly walked to the master and said, "Master, we--"

The master suddenly waved his hand to stop what I was going to say, and then said in a deep voice: "Let's go and see!"

Inside a relatively tall door, there is a spacious yard with three green tiled houses located in them. On the right side are two kitchens. The overall feeling is that it is quite acceptable. At least in my opinion, because Uncle Zhou Er’s house was just a little bit spacious and tidy than here. Speaking of tidy, there seems to be no one cleaning the yard for some days. Broken firewood and broken branches and leaves blown in from somewhere, spreading in messyly in every corner of the yard. Even the edge of the well on the left is messy.

When I walked into the main hall, the furnishings inside were orderly, not very valuable furniture, but each one was neatly arranged, but a little table seemed to be covered with a thin layer of dust. It seemed that no one had cleaned the room for a long time. Seeing this, I tried to restore the warm and harmonious scene of this family in my mind. At that time, I must have been cleaning and organizing this home every day, and there must be a pair of simple and powerful hands, working hard to buy this home. But now? Why has it become like this now?

A trace of moldy smell floated out of the east room, and the young man pushed open the door of the room, followed by a bigger moldy smell. I couldn't help but cover my nose and retreat for two steps. The smell was too big. Compared to the smell I had in the dilapidated temple, the dilapidated temple was simply a paradise on earth.

Bu Yique, this guy didn't enter the house at all. He was sitting on the side fiddling with his injured feet.

The master did not show any strangeness and followed the young man into the east room. I was moving forward, not retreating, and finally I had to step in with my teeth.

An old quilt that seemed a bit moldy was tightly covered with white haired old man, with only a face covered with waxy wrinkles, peaceful and quiet, with deep concave eyes slightly closed, and all the head-up lines disappeared. I have seen many such faces, but they were all seen on the faces of dead people. Could it be that this old man... I dare not think about it anymore.

The young man did not look back, but just stared at the old man on the bed quietly. His mother, and the master and I didn't say anything, but the master's eyes stared at the old man's face without blinking. I felt strange. What the master was thinking, didn't he realize that the old man had passed away?

"It's been more than two months... I don't eat or drink, and I don't open my eyes to look at me..."

After a long time, the young man said slowly, as if these few words suppressed him and his last sentence was already choked.

The master finally spoke: "I know a little bit of medical theory, can I take my pulse for your mother?"

When the young man heard this, he looked at the master in a dull sense, then he backed aside and said bitterly: "The doctors are not good at seeing it, and the doctors here are helpless, otherwise I would not sell my property to ask Master Shengguang!"

When talking about this Master of Holy Light again, a trace of resentment and deep resentment suddenly emanated from the young man's eyes, but I could see that behind his resentment, there was a deep fear, even a fear that reached his soul. He actually didn't dare to hate, and didn't dare to resent. What was a seven-foot-foot-old man afraid of? Is that Master of Holy Light so scary? I can't figure it out, but I became more curious about the stories about young people, and I was even more curious about the frequent strange phenomena here!

The master carefully took the pulse of the old man, and after a while, he slowly put his hands away, and nodded, "Yes, there is still a breath, but you said that the old man had been with this breath for more than two months? Is this true?"

This sentence also puzzled me. Yes, no matter how strong a person is, he cannot eat or drink for more than two months, not to mention that this is an old man with such a weak constitution. How did she survive it?

Suddenly, my master and I stared at it. The young man seemed a little uncomfortable, but he still calmed down his voice indifferently, and said with a heavy emphasis: "Yes!"
Chapter completed!