Chapter two hundred and ninety eight broken incense
Zhang Yang smiled silently and raised his arms in an exaggerated manner, revealing two silver needles in his hands. This chic and mysterious move alone was enough to surprise the old lady in front of him.
The silver needle slowly pierced the Mochi acupoint, and after turning it gently, the Nine Yang True Fire continued to pour in. Ling Qiule's grandma immediately felt a wave of relief, her eyes became bright, her breathing was even, and her whole body felt relaxed.
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"how do you feel?"
A few minutes later, Zhang Yang pulled out the silver needle, deliberately made himself sweat profusely, and spoke with an exhausted posture.
"I feel much better. Is my cerebral thrombosis really cured?"
It was easy to relax, but whether the condition was cured could not be determined by feeling. Ling Qiule's grandma still asked with doubts.
"Well, don't worry, coronary heart disease won't happen again. You can try taking a deep breath, or go to the hospital for a checkup after you go back to find out whether it's true or not."
After Ling Qiule's grandma heard what he said, she took a deep breath first, and sure enough, the tightness and shortness of feeling in her chest that she had in the past was gone.
"How much do you charge for treating me?"
Although I still dare not say whether I have recovered or not, I know that my body has indeed undergone obvious changes.
For an old lady from a businessman family, the first thing that comes to her mind is paying for medical treatment. How can there be any kind-hearted people these days?
"Old lady, I just said that we met by fate. If it's for money, I just negotiated the price with you before treating you." Zhang Yang said very realistically.
"Then thank you."
Grandma Ling Qiule expressed her gratitude, but she would not rush to give money. The richer she gets these days, the stingier she becomes.
Zhang Yang's words convinced her that a doctor who was not looking for money would treat her, and there was no need to lie to herself.
What's more, what he said is true. If you really want money, you must negotiate the price first. Only fools will treat the disease first and then negotiate the price.
In China, hospitals refuse to treat patients because they can't afford the money, so how many patients die?
"Old lady, I am not only a doctor, but I also have a certain understanding of fortune telling. I have something I don't know whether I should say or not?"
Now that the other party has believed in him, Zhang Yang no longer hides it. It was not a good intention to treat her in the first place, so he pretended to be embarrassed.
In fact, she was not treated. Cerebral thrombosis was no longer a problem, and coronary heart disease did not occur every day. For such an old lady from a wealthy family, it was easy to treat such a disease.
He just relied on the Nine Yang True Fire to smoothen her aura and make her relax. Of course, the simpler the thing, the more direct it is to win her trust.
"The fortune telling you are talking about is fortune telling, right?" Ling Qiule's grandmother immediately raised her vigilance and said with a questioning look on her old face.
I thought to myself that it’s no wonder that they don’t charge for medical treatment, and that fortune-telling will definitely cost you a life. It seems that there are really no kind people these days.
"Yeah, not bad." Zhang Yang nodded and admitted with a solemn expression.
"How much does this fortune telling cost?"
This time, the old lady negotiated the price first, so as not to make the lion open his mouth after the calculation. After all, he had just treated himself for free, and he would be very embarrassed if he didn't give it.
"I said, it's fate that we met each other. It's just good intentions and I don't charge any money."
"Okay then, just say it."
When Ling Qiule's grandma heard that it was free, how could she disagree?
If the calculation is inaccurate, the worst thing is that he doesn't believe it. What's more, he is guarding such a big Buddha, how dare he lie to others?
"Alas, you are in a bad mood. Things will not go well for you recently, and there may even be a bloody disaster."
"How can this be?"
When Ling Qiule's grandma heard what he said was so serious, her old face started to show anger. First of all, she questioned and continued: "I come here to burn incense and make wishes almost every once in a while, and the Buddha will bless me. What you said is simply...
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The old lady from a wealthy family was somewhat restrained, and she originally wanted to scold her loudly, but considering her status, not to mention the fact that Zhang Yang had just treated herself, she swallowed her words abruptly.
"I know this too."
Zhang Yang told the truth, which can be seen from the monk's enthusiastic attitude towards her. This rich old lady often comes to give money.
After a pause, he continued: "However, piety is important in front of the Buddha, and sincerity leads to spirituality. However, when you burned incense and made a wish, you had other things in mind, which is a great disrespect to the Buddha."
"How can I be disrespectful to Buddha? I give him the most money for incense every time."
Ling Qiule's grandmother felt guilty immediately after he told her what was on her mind. She took out the incense money and said.
Originally, they were just going through the motions and spending some money to buy peace of mind. Really wealthy people often burn incense and worship Buddha, but they also do deception and abduction without conscience, and there are not many things that are harmful to nature and justice?
"Do you think having money can buy you peace?" Zhang Yang asked disdainfully.
"Old lady, don't listen to his nonsense. You often come to this temple to burn incense and make wishes. The Buddha can see it clearly and will definitely bless you." The monk looked at Zhang Yang with an angry face and walked over to the old lady.
He could ignore Zhang Yang's acupuncture treatment in the main hall. If he stopped him, he would be afraid of offending this rich old lady. She was a generous spender and was the temple's God of Wealth.
And when he heard that Zhang Yang actually moved the Buddha out to scare her, he couldn't stand by and watch. What if the old lady stopped coming in the future? The temple's loss was not small, and she was also a key customer of the temple.
Don’t you still know whether the Buddha is real or fake? If he could really appear, he would have been lying on the ground worshiping the Buddha every day.
Let him show up and give me a thousand sons and eight million, and then go home and find a beautiful wife and have a few mistresses to have fun. Why do you still do the hard work of serving people here?
"That's right, grandma, don't listen to him."
When Ling Qiule saw her grandma being dissatisfied, she became bolder. He walked up to her and continued: "When you look at him, he is not a good person. Who knows what An's intentions are? I think he is deliberately cursing you."
When he saw Shen Xue, Feng Yanran and Zhang Yang together, he didn't like it and thought to himself, are these girls richer than him? Are they more handsome than him?
Why did the beautiful woman he hadn't caught up with yet hang out with him? It's normal for a pretentious person like him to get so angry with jealousy.
"Old lady, whether you believe it or not, Buddha will appear when he is dissatisfied." Zhang Yang pretended to be mysterious and looked towards the burning incense bundle in the incense burner.
His words naturally attracted everyone's attention to him, and as his gaze shifted, they all looked at him.
Snapped!
The thick, long and noble incense bundle wrapped in gold paper suddenly broke in the middle and fell into the incense burner. The cross section was extremely neat, with traces of being burned by fire.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked and did not dare to take a breath.
Although Buddha is theoretically a god who protects mortals, he cannot be compared to those monsters and monsters.
However, the main hall is so majestic and the Buddhist niches are so kind, which makes people feel awe after entering. In this environment, such a strange scene still makes people feel panic.
"this……"
Ling Qiule's grandma's heart was lifted. The facts were before her eyes, and she couldn't help but not believe it. She asked in a trembling voice: "What's going on?"
"I'll go take a look." The monk hesitated for a moment. He still had to find out what happened in his own territory. He breathed a sigh of relief to relieve his nervousness and walked over to take a look.
Although there were traces of fire burning on the incense bundle, it was very slight and could easily be ignored. He said it was just a way to comfort others and himself.
"Old lady, if you cut off the incense, it will be a serious omen for you to have no descendants. It shows that the Buddha really couldn't bear it." Zhang Yang pretended to be helpless and shook his head.
As soon as they heard about the death of their descendants, not only Ling Qiule's grandmother, but also Ling Qiule's heart became excited, thinking to herself, wouldn't this fucking kill him?
The richer a person is, the more comfortable and comfortable his life is, and the more afraid he is of death. He didn't believe it at first, but if this disaster befalls him, how many people dare to insist on disbelief?
"Isn't it true that I, an old woman, got distracted while burning incense? Why did Lord Buddha commit such a big sin? How can I atone for my sin?"
Ling Qiule's grandma's eyes were filled with tears, and her words were choked with fear. She no longer worshiped Buddha at this time. She first asked Zhang Yang, the fortune teller, if he had any solution to the problem.
At her age, she still has some belief in ghosts and gods, although she burns incense and worships Buddha for the sake of face, which is somewhat false.
But there are thousands of ways to spend money to buy face, why do you have to choose to burn incense and worship Buddha? This is enough to show that you still believe these things subconsciously.
"Well, today Buddha is just giving you a reminder. Just be pious in your heart from now on."
Zhang Yang sighed and continued with the air of an immortal: "Also, it is a good thing to burn incense and pray for blessings. You took a lot of incense money, and Buddha naturally knew this, but the sincerity of this incense bundle was compromised. No wonder he is like this
Get angry."
"What does it mean that Xiang Shu's sincerity has been compromised?" Grandma Ling Qiule asked in surprise.
"See for yourself."
Zhang Yang walked to the incense burner, picked up the broken incense and handed it to her and continued: "This incense bundle obviously has signs of burning. It can be seen that it is an incense bundle that has not been burned by others. It has been processed and reused. Isn't this deceiving the Buddha? A bunch of incense.
Burning incense twice, how can this old man accept such a thing?"
His words already had a provocative tone. To put it bluntly, when everyone believes in him, who cares about what he said? Even if he is scolded now, no one will doubt the authenticity of his words.
"Is this fucking fake?"
Ling Qiule came up and first took the incense bundle and looked at it. He was about to cut off his descendants, and the panic in his heart immediately turned into anger.
When I saw that there were indeed traces of fire at the fracture, my face turned green with anger. Even a fool could guess that this must have been done by someone from the temple.
"How is this possible?" the monk said with a horrified look on his face.
He thought to himself, did the brother who purchased the incense bundle get a kickback? Damn it, you can just buy some inferior products, but to make such fake bargains, isn't this a suicide? (To be continued)