Zhang Wufeng didn't take it seriously. He first told Yang Xiaolan's name, birth date, and so on. The fortune teller frowned. After a moment of silence, the fortune teller took out a piece of crystal clear jade and gave it to Zhang Wufeng and said: "Hers
My fate is not very good. I will die in about seven years. This jade stone can guarantee a chance of survival if I wear it."
The divine fortune teller did not avoid Yang Xiaolan at all, and directly said the words, which made Zhang Wufeng feel cold in his heart. However, his eyesight was extraordinary, and he naturally saw the jade in the divine fortune teller's hand, and then looked at the divine fortune teller's face.
Being bleak and old, the unreasonable disgust in my heart has faded a bit.
Taking the so-called evasion object from the hands of the divine fortune teller, including the crystalline silk thread on it, this thing was shining brightly under the relatively open sky. Looking at the jade and the cautious look of the divine fortune teller, Zhang Wufeng knew
, most likely the fortune teller himself would be reluctant to carry it.
Zhang Wufeng was not polite. The moment he took the jade and put it in his hand, his feeling told him that the jade pendant seemed to be really not dangerous, so he hung it up for Yang Xiaolan. Yang Xiaolan politely said to the fortune teller
He thanked me, and there was no look of sadness and melancholy on his face because of the fortune teller's words.
After the fortune teller solved Xiaolan's matter, he squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at Zhang Wufeng. After a long time, he was very shocked and said: "How is it possible... you are already dead... but you are not clearly here for me.
In front of you..."
The fortune teller suddenly fell into deep thought again, and then he quickly fiddled with the banner, the Tai Chi Bagua realm, and the bronze coins, and it took him a long time to stop.
However, he did not speak, just shook his head, indicating that he was helpless. Originally, he wanted to analyze his birth date and other horoscopes, but now the fortune teller knew that it was not necessary.
Seeing that he had calculated this last strange destiny and completed his grandfather's commission, the divine fortune teller was relieved. In fact, he also knew that the client actually had a great connection with Zhang Wufeng, but he
The disciples were unable to protect the jade pendant at that time, so they turned to each other.
Even though he didn't calculate anything, the divine fortune teller looked older at the moment. His hair that originally had some green hair was completely gray, and his back looked even more hunched. He stopped talking, packed up his things, and ignored him.
Zhang Wufeng and Xiaolan, who were standing by, staggered away.
The divine fortune teller let go of everything and felt a lot more relaxed, but there was still one thing that he was very confused about. After determining Zhang Wufeng's birth date, he analyzed the horoscope, weighed the bones, judged fate, or calculated the name, but all of them showed errors.
This illustrates two problems. First, Zhang Wufeng is indeed dead; second, this is a change of fate.
Of course, after he had devoted himself to calculating his cultivation level and still found the same result, the divine fortune teller knew that the chance of his fate changing was really very small, that is to say, Zhang Wufeng was really dead.
The fortune teller was so confused that he walked to the unexplored cliff of Xishan Mountain without realizing it. Suddenly, his foot fell into the air, and he suddenly fell down the steep hillside...
Seeing this scene from a distance, Zhang Wufeng was slightly startled, and couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.
Zhang Wufeng and Yang Xiaolan came to their senses. Although they were unwilling to admit it, they also knew that their situation was not optimistic. Especially the soft comment Zhang Wufeng received was like hearing a bolt from the blue.
Zhang Wufeng has actually reached this point and doesn't care about anything anymore, but he can't rest assured about Yang Xiaolan. Although he knows that the fortune teller may not be lying and that Yang Xiaolan only has about seven years to live, he really doesn't want to see it.
When Yang Xiaolan left this world like this, for him, life and death really didn't matter. But for Yang Xiaolan, not to mention her parents, who were still working hard in the poor countryside, facing the challenges all day long.
The yellow land means that her brother is still in school, which makes her family inseparable.
It is precisely because of this that when her classmates were playing, Yang Xiaolan found three tutoring jobs outside. She worked hard every day to squeeze in time and save little money... It was exactly like this, although she
She is still a girl, but she is also responsible for half of the family. Not only did she not ask for a penny from her family for college, but she often remitted two hundred or three hundred to her family.
Under such circumstances, how could Zhang Wufeng watch Yang Xiaolan leave this world that she had not even had time to enjoy!
For the first time, Zhang Wufeng wanted to pray to God and worship Buddha. There was no way around this. Although Zhang Wufeng felt a little disgusted for no reason whenever he mentioned Buddha, he was still willing to pray and go to Yang Xiaolan for Yang Xiaolan.
Give up his so-called high-mindedness that resists the Buddha for no reason. Even if he gives up his entire life, he will not hesitate.
Yang Xiaolan still had a faint smile on her face. Zhang Wufeng stood on the Yanlong Platform and looked at Yang Xiaolan quietly. The women and old people who left next to him slowly returned here again, and continued
They danced inexplicably and continued to sing strange songs.
Yang Xiaolan raised her head, and for the first time she mustered up the courage to look Zhang Wufeng's sincere eyes in the eye. Neither of them spoke, but the sudden heart-to-heart communication was so inseparable. The two sides were even emotionally confused.
We fell in love with each other deeply at that moment, but due to many reasons, today, three or four years later, we had a heart-to-heart communication.
Zhang Wufeng took a serious look at Yang Xiaolan's face for the first time. Her eyes were a little crystal clear and melancholy, but she was strong and unyielding. Her face was very delicate and beautiful. Of course, if the flaws that affect the appearance were removed, and her curly hair
If the face becomes straight and soft, and then the face is slightly plumper, then the appearance will definitely be more beautiful.
Looking at it, Zhang Wufeng somehow felt that this appearance gave him a very familiar feeling, but this feeling was not the familiarity between the two, but this feeling seemed to be a bit trance and unreal.
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Zhang Wufeng took Yang Xiaolan's hand and walked down the stone steps under the Yanlong Terrace like a divine fortune teller. Yang Xiaolan was still very obedient and didn't say anything, just followed Zhang Wufeng.
Zhang Wufeng was actually a little groggy himself, and his brain was not very clear, but according to the inexplicable familiar feeling, he still came to a dilapidated temple. If it weren't for the words "Dragon King Temple" written on the dilapidated temple,
Zhang Wufeng almost wondered if this was an abandoned ancient house.
This so-called Dragon King Temple has terrible incense and not many people come to worship. In addition, the terrain in this area is difficult and there are not many tourists. So although it is dilapidated, it is still very quiet.
Perhaps because of arriving at this mountain, Zhang Wufeng can already feel some changes in himself, and he can feel the changes in himself. Undoubtedly, this change must be not small. Zhang Wufeng knows that some things cannot be relied on outside at all.
After arriving here, Zhang Wufeng didn't mind the rubbish, ruins, dust, etc. and went in through the dilapidated door.
Except for the thick layer of dust piled up in the temple, and the plaster Buddha statue with a large hole in its belly and a missing piece of its arm, there was nothing else.
Yang Xiaolan was a little confused when faced with this scene, and Zhang Wufeng had always been a little lost since the fortune teller left. This made her very worried, but Zhang Wufeng didn't say anything, so she didn't dare to ask.
Standing here, Zhang Wufeng let go of Yang Xiaolan's hand, which had never let go, and said gently: "Xiaolan, let's worship the Buddha together. Think about your parents, you can't have an accident so early.
No matter what, you must let your parents live a good life. And your younger brother, if they still want to study, it will take a long time. When they go to high school and college, they will still have to rely on you. You really can't have anything happen to them.
.We sincerely pray to the Buddha together, and he will probably not ignore it."
Yang Xiaolan listened to Zhang Wufeng's heartfelt words. She knew that what Zhang Wufeng said was also true. However, in those words, Zhang Wufeng did not say that he would share the responsibility with himself. Isn't he unwilling to be with me? But...
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Although there were many questions in her heart, Yang Xiaolan still followed Zhang Wufeng and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue. Zhang Wufeng looked at the fat-headed and big-eared Buddha statue, although he was reluctant in every way, even though he was feeling uncomfortable, and even though he was in every possible way,
He felt uneasy, but for Yang Xiaolan, he still knelt down. He chose to believe in the inexplicable guidance in his heart.
Following that inexplicable guidance, Zhang Wufeng closed his eyes, really slowly relaxed his heart, and then began to silently pray in his heart, praying to God to save Yang Xiaolan. At the same moment, Yang Xiaolan was begging in the same way,
Begging God to make Zhang Wufeng happy and healthy, even if it means losing her life, she is willing to do so.
After Zhang Wufeng knelt unyieldingly for nearly an hour, Zhang Wufeng felt that the surrounding environment was a little different. Even so, he did not open his eyes, but continued to beg devoutly.
"Buddha, please save Yang Xiaolan. Even if it costs me my life or everything I have, I will have no regrets."
"Haha, you two don't have to kneel down. There is no Buddha anywhere in this world." An old voice said with a smile.
Zhang Wufeng pulled Yang Xiaolan to stand up. He looked at the old man and hesitated slightly: "Grandpa, can you help us?"