After the event, Xiang Xingwen walked out of the Taoist temple with some disappointment.
"Master, please stay."
Just when Xiang Xingwen walked out of the Taoist temple in despair, a voice sounded out. These four words were like fairy sounds echoing in his mind. Xiang Xingwen's hands and feet were trembling with excitement. The opportunity to change his destiny was finally won by him.
arrive.
The young master led Xiang Xingwen to a side room.
The light in the side room was slightly dark, only illuminated by an oil lamp. There were two futons on the ground. On one of the futons, sat a Taoist wearing a Taoist robe who looked at the immortal Taoist bones.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, the Destiny Master is determined, please sit down!"
When Xiang Xingwen left the Taoist temple, he held a small metal can in his arms. The Taoist priest told him that there lived gods who could change his life.
After returning home, Xiang Xingwen set up an offering table in the west room in accordance with the instructions of the Taoist priest. He set up an incense burner, placed fruits, pastries and other offerings on plates, and placed the metal cans respectfully on the offering table.
As Xiang Xingwen was lying on the bed, his mind was filled with what the Taoist Master said.
"Master Fate, nothing in this world happens for no reason. Just like the things you want in your heart, things that should not belong to you, you will definitely have to pay some price to get them."
Xiang Xingwen asked what the price was? The Taoist priest said that it would take ten years of life to support the Immortal family in three years. If you think clearly, you can take this treasure back for three years.
Xiang Xingwen thought of the businessman driving a luxury car and carrying a valuable businessman. After all, he couldn't resist the temptation and nodded with determination. If it's not just ten years of life, what's the point of living ten more years in a daze?
Finally, when the Taoist leader handed the metal can to Xiang Xingwen, he asked, "Is there any problem with 20% of your annual income supporting the Taoist temple?"
Xiang Xingwen was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, and was in a frantic state of mind.
Finally, Xiang Xingwen got up from the bed and cursed: "Isn't it just a few drops of blood? I need to eat two more bowls of rice."
I found a sewing needle, held it in my hand and walked towards the west room.
Light three incense sticks to Xingwen and insert them into the incense burner.
"Old god, if you can really manifest your spirit, please bless me to make a fortune!"
Xiang Xingwen picked up the steel needle used to sew clothes, pointed it at his finger and poked it.
With a "hiss" sound, Xiang Xingwen breathed out air-conditioning. The ten-finger-to-heart connection was really not a lie.
There was a drop of scarlet blood on the tip of his finger, crystal clear. Xiang Xingwen pinched his finger and dropped the drop of blood onto the metal can.
Xiang Xingwen stared at the metal can motionlessly, and found nothing unusual after a while. He chuckled lightly and left the West Room. No one noticed that when Xiang Xingwen stepped out of the door of the West Room, the drop of blood disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Xiang Xingwen had a dream. He dreamed that he was in a strange place. There was an old man with a white beard sitting on a boulder and waving to him. Xiang Xingwen walked to the old man with a white beard and the old man pointed to the right.
of a tree: "Dig down!"
The next day, it was almost noon when Xiang Xingwen woke up. It was strange that he had overslept. He usually got up before seven o'clock.
After lunch, Xiang Xingwen rode his motorcycle and went to a village in the suburbs. He had made an appointment with someone and said that there was a vase from Jingdezhen in the Qing Dynasty.
In fact, Xiang Xingwen knew very well that it was a vase from a private kiln and a real official kiln porcelain that could not be seen in these places. If he was lucky, he could make dozens of dollars by reselling it.
On the way back from the suburbs, to be precise, I should have just left the village. Xiang Xingwen was riding a motorcycle and saw a place on the roadside that looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
When he got home, Xiang Xingwen put the fifty-yuan vase on the dining table, complaining in his heart that it was not from the official kiln.
Suddenly he remembered that the familiar place was the place that appeared in his dream last night. The old man with the white beard said to him: "dig down!"
Xiang Xingwen was nervous and at a loss. Could it be that a deity really appeared?
In order to confirm his guess, Xiang Xingwen tied a small shovel to his motorcycle and ran to the suburbs again.
Xiang Xingwen felt like a thief. It was obviously a wasteland in the wild. After looking around for no one, he picked up the shovel and dug down along the roots of the tree. After digging about one meter deep, a ceramic piece was exposed in the soil.
jar.
Without bothering to open it to see what was inside, Xiang Xingwen put the jar into his backpack. After getting on the motorcycle, his hands shook several times and he did not start the motorcycle.
Xiang Xingwen sat in the yard, staring at the clay-covered ceramic jar in front of him. He wondered in his mind what was in the jar sealed with red cloth.
With trembling hands, he uncovered the red cloth, and the ceramic jar emitted sparkling silver light. It was a hundred oceans. Xiang Xingwen was surprised and happy. What surprised him was that the dream was all true. The old bearded old man was a god. He was so happy.
The price is one hundred yuan, but it can be sold for five hundred yuan.
Later, what made Xiang Xingwen overjoyed was that in addition to the 100 yuan, Ding Hao from Antique City bought the inconspicuous ceramic jar for 100 yuan.
Just a drop of blood in exchange for six hundred dollars.
Xiang Xingwen excitedly held a steel needle again and ran into the west room.
Without exception, he dreamed of the old man with the white beard at night, and the next day he dug up something valuable at the place the old man with the white beard told him.
Until one day, the old man with a white beard told Xiang Xingwen in a dream that if he wanted to find a better treasure, the energy provided by the blood from his fingertips was not enough, and he needed the blood from his eyebrows.
Xiang Xingwen, who was obsessed with money, found a steel needle the next day and pierced it between his eyebrows.
This time, Xiang Xingwen dug out a porcelain bowl. Ding Hao, a tycoon from the antique city, said that it was made in the Hongzhi Year of the Ming Dynasty. It was a yellow-glazed bowl with auspicious clouds and crane patterns. The price of this bowl was three thousand yuan.
In this way, every once in a while, the white-bearded old man would ask Xiang Xingwen to provide him with blood from his eyebrows.
If Xiang Xingwen gets his wish, he will get a valuable ancient object.
In two years, Xiang Xingwen became a wealthy man, bought a big house and a car. He donated 20% of his income to the Taoist temple every year.
When he went to the Taoist temple in the third year, the Taoist priest told him again that it would take ten years of life to support the immortal family for three years.
Xiang Xingwen said disapprovingly that he felt that his body was getting better and better, he could eat and sleep, but he didn't look like his life span was shortened.
The Taoist priest told him that if he did not send the Xianjia back to the Taoist temple after three years, the Xianjia would stay with the Yuanzhu forever, and the Taoist priest would not be able to recall him, and the Yuanzhu would need to continue to support him.
Xiang Xingwen was worried that the Taoist Master would take back this treasure after three years. When the Taoist Master said this, his heart hanging in the sky finally felt at ease.