Chapter 209: Fortune telling continues 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 up, and something broke through the wind and snow.
There were a few 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 slow 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 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. The front of the car was dented. . The airbags in the entire car exploded instantly. The man driving the car suddenly 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. 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 who was blinking with big eyes. She was very cute. Such a cute child was almost taken away by the car just now.
“Thank you!” The woman who came back to her 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, do we need to call the police to report the crime?” The little girl looked at the wrecked 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 of the car deserved it. 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 and left. The car was traveling at such a high speed and hit a telephone pole again. In all likelihood, it 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 a big fish to stew in an iron pot at home, an ambulance arrived at the scene of the accident. The people in the car were cold and smelled strongly of alcohol. They were driving drunk 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 if you didn’t check, but when you check, you will be shocked to find that the identity of the young man who was killed is really unusual. He is the son of the head of a large group in the capital.
In the mountain village, 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, this is pretty good.” The old man said cheerfully and drank two large bowls of fish soup.
The snow did not 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 is repairing and adjusting the camera.
He took a look and saw that the positions of the two cameras were obviously wrong and tilted to the side. After asking the staff, they learned that there were some problems with the location 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 surveillance footage, it seemed like all the surveillance cameras had adjusted their direction to avoid the intersection in an instant.
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, on the face, and across the space.
Tai Chi cloud hands, yin and yang embrace.
There is a wonderful charm about him. Not far away, the monkey followed suit.
Wang An's body circled and turned, bringing up the wind. The snow on the rocks was picked up and swirled around him.
Practicing Tai Chi in the mountains, the wind and snow dance.
[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. The conditions are as you wish.”
“Patient, will he still see a doctor? Have you made a mistake?” Li Xinzhu said with a smile.
“Since I’m here to find you, there’s no mistake.” Zheng Kun said.
“Mr. Zheng had already met Wang An before coming to my place?”
“I’ve seen it, but 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 my friends refuse, 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 does not agree, then he must 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 for Wang An to be safe and get married soon. Other than that, they have no desires or desires. It's not easy to handle there.
In addition, Wang An didn't have many friends. From what he could find out, the ones who often interacted with Wang An were Lu Xiangyi and Li Xinzhu. Needless to say, Lu Xiangyi was powerful and the Lu family had no shortage of everything they could give. So he was going to start from Li Xinzhu's side.
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 hoping to persuade him to change his mind. Li Xinzhu.
“I heard that you were 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 promote 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 said a number after a moment of silence.
“Tsk tsk, it’s quite 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, so I won’t keep you here for dinner, please.” Li Xinzhu stood up to see the guests off.
"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 there must be brave men under a heavy reward. Maybe you can hire some at this price. A private apricot grove master."
In the end, Zheng Kun left Li Xinzhu disappointed.
“Fifty million, I’m really excited, hiss!” Li Xinzhu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window and took a deep breath while looking at the car driving away. With so much money, it would be a lie to say that you are not excited.
"Hey, when did that guy Wang An become a master of Xinglin again? It's just that he has perfected his kung fu skills. How did he develop this medical skill? Can this also be used to draw parallels and understand everything?!" Li Xinzhu suddenly remembered As Wang An said, "There is no separation between medicine and martial arts."
“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 was sitting on a deck chair, eyes closed, 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 slender cheeks and thick eyebrows. He looked like a lying silkworm.
“Mr. 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 a small box in his hand on the stone table that looked like a house, 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 was 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, and Fan Wuji 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.
"You shouldn't! What has he done recently? You know what I'm asking about." 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 all I know.”
“That’s not the case.”
"You gave my brother a life approval and said that his life is precious and he will live long. 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 destiny 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 what?"
“I would like to ask you for a divination.”
The old man stood up after a moment of silence, and Fan Wuji followed him into the house. The old man took out a tortoise shell with three copper coins inside. He muttered something for a while, then shook it a few times. The coins fell on the table, spun around a few times and fell down.
"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 accompanied the old man for a few words and then left. After he left, the old man sat down on the chair, looking very tired.
“Grandpa.” The young man on the side quickly brought a glass of water, “Drink the water.”
The old man took a sip of 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.
“I’m getting older, and I’m becoming less and less useful. I’m so tired from doing fortune telling.” The old man sighed.
“Grandpa, I don’t think Mr. Fan will listen to your advice.”
"If you don't listen, you will be in big trouble." The old man said, "His brother must have done bad things outside, and he is still very hateful. It has consumed his energy, shortened his life, and made such a good thing blind in vain. It’s a horoscope!”
Within less than half an hour after Fan Wuji left, another person came to visit, and the visitor was Zheng Qian.
“Mr. Yang.” He was very respectful to the old man.
“Are you here about your dad again?”
"Yes." Zheng Qian nodded, "I would like to ask you to tell your fortune."
“It can’t be calculated, the boy from the Fan family just came here, and the fortune was given to him,” the old man said.
“Fan Wuji?”
The old man nodded.
"Then I came at the wrong time. When will you be able to make fortunes 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 hypocritical. 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 said a few more days just now.”
“Ten days is enough, and 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 something suddenly occurred to him, and his eyes lit up, "You mean?"
"Seeing things through without telling them about them, 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.
(End of this chapter)