Chapter 208: Fortune Telling, Continuous Life and Death
Wang An caught a glimpse of a woman leading her child across the road, and saw that the car was about to hit the mother and daughter.
A gust of wind blew, and something broke through the wind and snow.
There were several strange snapping noises, and several cameras on the traffic light poles at the intersection suddenly changed their directions, with none of them facing the intersection.
A figure came to the mother and daughter in an instant, pulled them back, and then the speeding car whizzed past their eyes and was about to drive away.
At this moment, Wang An's true energy circulated rapidly in his body. In his eyes, the speed of the car seemed to have slowed down a lot, just like a movie slowed down several times.
He raised his hand with a palm, Vajra Zen Palm, Vajra slapped the table, split the air with palm power,
With a bang, the glass on the driver's side of the car suddenly shattered. The wind and snow rolled up the broken glass and suddenly blurred the face of the young man sitting in the driver's seat. At the same time, his head tilted to one side.
, as if he was pushed hard by something.
In a panic, he subconsciously turned and stepped on the brakes. The extremely fast car swerved into the green belt on the side, crashed through the green belt, and then slammed into a telegraph pole, and the front of the car was dented.
., the airbags in the entire car exploded instantly. The man driving the car rushed forward, but was restrained by the seat belt. His head was bounced back by the airbag, as if he had been kicked in the air.
, and then smoke came out of the car.
The mother and son on the side looked at the car in stunned silence.
The north wind was still blowing and the snowflakes were still flying, but the people in the car were silent. "Thank you, uncle." came the clear voice of the little girl.
Wang An looked at the little girl with big eyes. She was very cute. Such a cute child was almost taken away by that car just now.
"Thank you!" The women who came back to their senses also realized that Wang An had grabbed them just now, otherwise they might have been hit by the car, and hurriedly thanked Wang An.
"Mom, should we call the police to report the crime?" The little girl looked at the smashed car. Her mother looked down at her daughter and hesitated.
"Yes, we have to call to report the crime and save people." The woman didn't want to make the call. At this moment, she was still in shock. She felt that the driver deserved the accident. However, remembering what she had taught her children in daily life, she still took out her mobile phone.
Call the police to report that there was a car accident here.
The car almost hit them and killed them just now, and now they have to save the people in the car.
Wang An turned around and left. The car was traveling at such a fast speed and hit a telephone pole again. Most likely, he was going to report to the King of Hell.
He drove back home, the sky was still windy and snowy.
Just as he was preparing to stew a big fish in an iron pot at home, the ambulance arrived at the scene of the accident. The people in the car were already cold, and they still smelled strongly of alcohol, drunk driving, and speeding.
The next thing is simple, find out the identity and notify the family members to come and claim the body.
You wouldn't know unless you checked, but when you checked, you were shocked to find that the identity of the young man who was killed was really unusual. He was the son of the head of a large group in the capital.
In mountain villages, the fish stewed in iron pots tastes pretty good.
"It's a pity that this fish is not freshly caught. It would taste better if it were fresh fish." Wang And said.
"Well, that's pretty good." The old man said cheerfully and drank two large bowls of fish soup.
The snow didn't stop until the night. In the early morning of the next day, there were still scattered small snowflakes in the sky.
There was a car parked next to the intersection where the accident occurred yesterday, and a man was standing on the roadside looking at the intersection in front of him. Someone from the relevant department was repairing and adjusting the camera.
He took a look at the position of two cameras that were obviously wrong and tilted to the side. He went forward and asked the staff and learned that there were some problems with the position of the four cameras when they arrived, and one of the cameras was damaged.
Today he went to the relevant departments to see what happened to his brother here yesterday, but when he checked the relevant surveillance videos, he found that no one could see what happened at this intersection.
Judging from the monitoring screen,
Seemingly in an instant, all the surveillance cameras adjusted their directions and avoided the intersection.
An accidental coincidence or some other reason?
Yuxiao Mountain is covered in silver. Wang An stands on a rock and practices Tai Chi, feeling the true energy flowing through his body.
Like wind, like water,
The wind in the mountains blows on the body, blows over the face, and passes between. Tai Chi cloud hands, Yin and Yang embrace.
There was a wonderful charm about him. Not far away, a monkey followed suit.
Wang An's figure circled and turned, bringing up the wind, and the snow on the rocks was picked up and swirled around him.
Practicing Tai Chi in the mountains, dancing in the wind and snow. [Tai Chi + 2]
Hundreds of kilometers away in Hu'an City, in a company, Li Xinzhu looked at the guest in front of him in surprise.
"What does Mr. Zheng mean?"
"I know that you and Wang An are good friends. I would like to ask you to do a favor. Ask him to come forward to see a patient. You can do whatever you want."
"Patient, will he still see a doctor? Are you mistaken?" Li Xinzhu said with a smile.
"Since I came to see you, there can be no mistake." Zheng Kun said.
"Mr. Zheng had already met Wang An before coming to my place?" "Yes, he refused."
"Then it's over. He doesn't even agree. What's the point of coming to me?" Li Xinzhu asked with a smile.
"Are you friends?"
"Yes, we are friends, not just friends in the literal sense. Of course I will not agree to anything that my friend refuses, don't you think?"
Zheng Kun was silent for a while after hearing this. These days, he has been thinking about how to ask Wang An to go to the capital to treat his old man.
If he himself doesn't agree, then he has to take another approach, find a way from his relatives and friends, and ask them to persuade Wang An.
Wang An's most valued relatives are undoubtedly the two old people, but as the two old people are getting older, it seems that their biggest wish is that Wang An can be safe and get married soon. Other than that, they have no desires or desires.
It's not easy to handle there.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In addition, Wang An does not have many friends. What he can find out is that the people who often interact with Wang An are Lu Xiangyi and Li Xinzhu. Needless to say, Lu Xiangyi is powerful
, the Lu family had no shortage of what they could give. So he was going to start with Li Xinzhu.
According to the information he heard, Li Xinzhu seemed to have a closer relationship with Wang An. He and Wang An had known each other earlier, and there seemed to be a life-long friendship between the two, so he came here in the hope of persuading
Li Xinzhu.
"I heard that you are negotiating a big deal recently. The other party is Xiyun Group. It seems that it has encountered a small problem?"
"Hey, did you do a lot of homework before coming here?" Li Xinzhu said with a smile. "I can come forward to facilitate this business." Zheng Kun said.
"Thank you in advance for your kindness. This business is indeed very important to our company, but business is business, and friends are friends. If the business is gone, we can talk about it again. If the friend is gone, it's hard to find friends. What do you think?" Li Xinzhu laughed.
Then give Zheng Kun some tea.
"Ten million." Zheng Kun was silent for a moment and then said a number. "Tsk, tsk, it's not windy outside."
"Twenty million." Zheng Kun then increased the price.
"It looks like it's going to snow." Li Xinzhu looked out the window.
"thirty million."
"Mr. Zheng, it's getting late. I won't keep you here for dinner, please." Li Xinzhu stood up to see off the guests.
"Fifty million." Zheng Kun sat there without moving and continued to increase the price.
"Mr. Zheng, although I like money very much, I will not embarrass my friends because of money. Besides, your price can warrant a nationwide reward. There is a saying that under a heavy reward, there must be brave men. At this price, I might be able to hire some
A private apricot grove master."
In the end, Zheng Kun left Li Xinzhu disappointedly.
"Fifty million, I'm really excited, hiss!" Li Xinzhu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window and took a deep breath as he looked at the car driving away. With so much money, it would be a lie to say he wasn't excited.
"Hey, when did that guy Wang An become Xing Lin Gao again?
It’s just that he has perfected his hands and kung fu skills. How did he develop this medical skill? It can also be used to draw analogies and understand everything?!" Li Xinzhu suddenly remembered what Wang An said, "There is no separation between medicine and martial arts."
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"A person's energy is limited, how can he accomplish so many things with this limited energy?!"
The next day, in a house in the capital, an old man with gray hair sat on a deck chair, closing his eyes and basking in the sun in the yard.
There was a knock on the door, and a young man came out of the house and asked, "Who is it?"
"Fan Wuji."
The door opened, and a man in his thirties came in. He was tall and tall, with long and thin cheeks and thick eyebrows. He looked like a lying silkworm.
"Master Fan." "Is Mr. Yang here?"
"Baking in the sun in the yard." The young man looked back at the old man.
"Who is it?" the old man shouted softly, his voice a little hoarse, as if there was something blocked in his throat.
"It's me, Fan Wuji." The man shouted into the yard. "Wuji, come in."
Fan Wuji entered the house, put his hand on the small box house-like stone table, then pulled a wicker chair and sat next to the old man.
"Is something wrong?" The old man opened his eyes and looked at him. One eye was still clear, but the other eye was extremely cloudy.
"Well, my brother passed away." Fan Wuji said after being silent for a moment.
"Died, when?" After hearing this, the old man sat up from the rocking chair. Fan Wuji on the side hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
"Two days ago."
"Where?" the old man asked next.
Fan Wuji then told the old man the location of his accident. After hearing this, the old man closed his eyes and counted with his fingers for a moment.
"It shouldn't be! What has he done recently? Do you know what I'm asking?" The old man stared at Fan Wu Jiu with clear and dark eyes.
"He, um, a girl died because of him." "Just one?" the old man asked.
"That's the only one I know." "That's not what it is."
"You approved my brother's life, saying that his life is precious and he will live longer. How could this happen?" After hearing this, the old man looked at Fan Wuji beside him.
"Luo Cheng's life expectancy in the Sui and Tang Dynasties was seventy-three, but he only had twenty-three when he died. Why?" the old man asked.
"Although a person's fate is determined from the moment he is born, it may not remain unchanged. I have warned you a long time ago that your brother has a domineering personality. If you continue, your energy will be drained."
"The cause of his death may not have been an accident." "So?"
"I would like to ask you to do a divination."
The old man was silent for a moment and stood up. Fan Wuji followed him into the house. The old man took out a tortoise shell with three copper coins in it. He muttered something in his mouth for a while, then shook it a few times. The coins fell on the table and turned.
Fell down after a few laps.
"The hexagram is bad, and what you want in your mind will not come true. If you continue, it will bring you terrible disaster."
Fan Wuji frowned slightly after hearing this.
"Is it possible that my brother died so mysteriously?" "There is no resurrection after death," the old man said.
Fan Wuji spoke a few words with the old man and then left. After he left, the old man sat down on the chair, looking very tired.
"Grandpa." The young man at the side hurriedly brought a glass of water, "You drink water."
The old man drank some water, and the young man beside him patted his back gently. After a few minutes, the old man let out a long sigh of relief.
"As I get older, I am becoming less and less useful. I am so tired from doing fortune telling." The old man sighed.
"Grandpa, I think Mr. Fan may not listen to your advice."
"If you don't listen, you will get into trouble." The old man said, "His brother must have done bad things outside, and he must have been very hateful. It consumed his energy, shortened his life, and made him blind in vain.
Good horoscope!"
Fan Wuji left less than half an hour ago
During this time, someone else came to visit, and the visitor was Zheng Qian.
"Mr. Yang." He was very respectful to the old man. "Are you here for your father's business again?"
"Yes." Zheng Qian nodded, "I would like to ask you to tell your fortune."
"It can't be calculated anymore. The boy from the Fan family just came here, so the fortune was given to him." The old man said.
"Fan Wuji?" The old man nodded.
"Then I came at a bad time. When will you be able to perform hexagrams again?" "Let's wait for ten days." The old man thought for a while and said.
"Okay, then I'll come back and bother you in ten days."
Zheng Qian was not very polite, nor did he say anything false. He came here just to ask the old man for fortune telling. This old man was proficient in fortune telling and was very famous in the small circles in the capital. He was especially good at fortune telling and predicted things. There are no mistakes, but you can only calculate one divination at most every day. This has been the rule for many years.
Zheng Qian put down the gift and left.
"Grandpa, you need to rest for a while. You should have talked about it for a few more days just now."
"Ten days is enough. He won't come again after ten days." The old man said with a smile.
The young man on the side was stunned after hearing this. He was about to ask why, but suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, "You mean..."
"Seeing through but not telling the truth, fortune tellers can predict good and bad luck, but cannot predict life and death. That is the business of the King of Hell." the old man taught.
"Hel me out and lie down for a while."
The young man helped the old man to the yard. The old man lay on the rocking chair and continued to bask in the sun. The young man felt it was cold outside, so he brought a small blanket from the house to cover the old man.