(Adding more for the book friends "kj4569" and "Dark")
"Du Wenming?"
Yang Xiaoling was stunned.”
"And that Du Wenming, the one from Rivertown!”
"You mean Wenxin Group? I remember now. Is it the one you mentioned last time, the one who set up the fund?”
"Yes, it's him!"
Sun Zhengyuan nodded.
Wen Xin Corporation had set up a fund in Jiang City.
The fund was specifically used to provide life support for police officers who were sacrificed or disabled.
Back then, it was considered a piece of news in the police system.
So when Sun Zhengyuan mentioned Jiang City, Yang Xiaoling remembered.
"Why did you mention him? Is Grandpa Fa related to him?"
Yang Xiaoling asked in confusion.
"I don't know if it's related, but there's something very strange." Sun Zhengyuan said slowly.”
"What is it?" Yang Xiaoling asked.
Sun Zhengyuan was silent for a moment, as if he was sorting out his thoughts.
"I didn't know about this at first. I only found out about it when I was investigating Master Fa."”
"I heard that Du Wenming's health has been deteriorating since this year. It's rumored that he won't live long.”
"The next day, someone suddenly found Du Wenming's son, Du Yuejin, standing in front of a funeral parlor.”
Yang Xiaoling signaled his old friend to continue.
He keenly sensed that there was definitely something going on.
Sun Zhengyuan continued,"
"Du Yuejin stood there for three days without eating or drinking.”
" Three days later, he was able to enter the store. A few minutes later, he ran out and picked up his father, Du Wenming, within an hour.”
" Half an hour later, Du Wenming left. According to the witnesses, when he left, Du Wenming bowed from afar and was extremely respectful.”
At this point, he looked at Yang Xiaoling and stopped talking.
Yang Xiaoling felt as if he had grasped onto something.
"And then?" he asked, frowning.
"Do you know Du Wenming's physical condition before he died?”
Sun Zhengyuan asked.
Yang Xiaoling shook his head in confusion.
Sun Zhengyuan poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
His face also seemed to reveal a shocked expression.
"A few days ago, I went to investigate Du Wenming's previous treatment records.”
"Do you know what the result is?"
Yang Xiaoling still shook his head.
"Eight words, dying, incurable. He was carried there by a well-equipped medical team.”
Yang Xiaoling frowned. He was about to say something when he was suddenly stunned. Then, his pupils suddenly shrank.
No, wait.
Since Du Wenming was dying and incurable,
And it was carried by someone.
Then when he left…
How to bow?
Could it be…
His breathing quickened.
He quickly recalled Sun Zhengyuan's words.
Suddenly, he stood up in shock, completely ignoring the surprised gazes of the others around him.
"Could it be that…that shop is…a…?"？？”
"The name of that shop is…Funeral Along the Way." Sun Zhengyuan nodded.”
Hiss!
Yang Xiaoling took a deep breath and felt a chill rise.
"So, you're saying…"
Yang Xiaoling panted heavily.
He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
This was simply too unbelievable and shocking.
He could imagine that once this kind of thing spread out,
It would cause a huge commotion.
"I didn't say anything!"
Sun Zhengyuan poured himself another glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.
Yang Xiaoling was stunned for a long time before he sat down dejectedly.
At this moment, he felt his heart pounding.
He could no longer calm down.
"This is some of his information. You can take a look.”
Sun Zhengyuan handed over his phone.
Yang Xiaoling trembled as he took it and looked down at the screen."
The god of death walking in the human world prophesied life and death? Was there really an extraordinary person in this world?
The unfilial son was killed on the spot. Was Master Fa a man or a god?
Across the sea, Master Fa's international business
……
One message after another.
One by one, the reports said,
Video, pictures, text…
The more Yang Xiaoling looked, the paler his face became. The more he looked, the more he felt a chill run down his spine.
In the end, his clothes were completely drenched in cold sweat.
His entire body felt cold.
He was completely stunned.
In fact,
After he found out about his daughter's live broadcast, he said,
His first reaction was the same as his wife, Yang Chunling.
He didn't believe it.
They even thought that this was just a publicity stunt.
It was not worth paying attention to.
But then, when he saw Yang Mi and Reba,
She was shocked by her daughter and Reba's state.
At that time, he had some doubts in his heart!
However, he still didn't believe it.
But now…
When his old friend Sun Zhengyuan used such a method,
When he showed a god of death walking in the human world in front of him...
He could not help but believe it.
In other words,
He believed it and was afraid.
"Is there really…mystery in this world?”
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
He didn't know how to describe it, so he could only use the word mysterious.
"I don't know. To be honest, I really don't know. This is why I came to Beijing and wanted to go to Bureau 42.”
Sun Zhengyuan smiled bitterly.
After saying this,
Sun Zhengyuan fell silent.
It was just drinking one glass after another.
It seemed that only drinking could temporarily forget that person.
Only then could he forget a certain…inexplicable fear.
After a while,
Yang Xiaoling also took the wine glass.
He started pouring himself some wine.
He drank one cup after another.
……
The gathering of old friends ended in this strange atmosphere.
Yang Xiaoling rushed home.
However, when she got home, she realized that Yang Chunling was not there.
She called to ask and found out that a few acquaintances had gone to play mahjong.
They have a group of mothers,
They were all the mothers of celebrities.
Usually, when they had nothing to do, they would gather together to play mahjong and chat.
"Come back quickly. I have something to do."
Yang Xiaoling said anxiously,
He was burning with anxiety.
" Let's talk about it tomorrow at noon…30,000…"
Yang Chunling replied and hung up.
When she called again, she simply turned off her phone.
Yang Xiaoling was so angry that he almost smashed his phone.
I'll be angry for a while,
Yang Xiaoling had no choice.
It seemed that he could only wait for Yang Chunling to come back tomorrow.
He made plans again.
……
On the other hand, Yang Mi's mother, Yang Chunling, played mahjong all night.
Early in the morning, he arrived at Yang Mi's house while yawning.
Reba had a job today.
Therefore, he left early.
Yang Mi was left alone at home in a daze.
She did not sleep well last night.
As long as I close my eyes,
The paper figurine would appear in front of him.
She woke up from her dreams several times.
In the end, she could no longer fall asleep.
Therefore, he had two dark circles under his eyes today.
Hearing that his mother wanted to bring him to Baiyun Temple,
She packed up and left with her mother.
After contacting Sister Ruo, the three of them went straight to the White Cloud Temple.
As mentioned earlier,
The current abbot of the White Cloud Monastery in Shangjing was the disciple of the twenty-third abbot, Master Xie Tianxin, Wu Chengzhen of the Kun Dao.
On the way to Kun, I am a woman,
This Wu Chengzhen was the only female disciple under Master Xie Qianxin.
I have received the true teachings of the master,
He is good at divination and divination to eliminate disasters and disasters for others.
Because he was a Kun Dao cultivator,
Therefore, most of the believers were women.
Especially the rich ladies and mothers in Beijing.
He even believed in Master Wu Chengzhen.
This Mother Yang, Yang Chunling,
He was one of Master Wu Chengzhen's loyal believers.
"When you see Master Wu Chengzhen, you must be respectful and not be rude.”
In the car,
Mother Yang reminded Yang Mi.
"Yes!"
Perhaps Yang Mi had not rested well, her expression was still in a daze.
As they spoke, they arrived at Baiyun Temple.
It was early in the morning.
There are many devotees,
Afraid of being recognized and causing unnecessary trouble,
Yang Mi put on her sunglasses and mask.
Under Sister Ruo's cover,
He entered the White Cloud Temple.
"Please inform them that Yang Chunling is seeking an audience.”
Mother Yang said to a Taoist priest.
"Please wait a moment."
The Taoist priest might have recognized Yang Chunling, so he bowed slightly and turned to leave.
Not long after,
He replied,
"Grandmaster, let the few of you in."
"Thank you, Daoist Priest!"
Yang Chunling said.
Under the lead of the Taoist priest, the few of them entered a quiet room.
There were no other decorations in the quiet room.
There was only one table, one cushion, and one person.
It was a kind-looking elder in his seventies.
His eyes were lowered and he was meditating.
On the table was a pot with a divination stick inside.
Yang Chunling stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"Grandmaster!"
Seeing this, Yang Mi and Sister Ruo also quickly bowed and said in unison,
"Greetings, Grandmaster!"
Only then did Wu Chengzhen open his eyes. He smiled and said,
"Pure Spirit, you're here."
Her voice was like an orchid in an empty valley, refreshing the heart.
When the voice entered her ears, Yang Mi's heart was filled with uneasiness and fear.
Instantly, it disappeared without a trace.
His entire person became quiet.
This change shocked Yang Mi greatly.
The last trace of disrespect in his heart instantly disappeared.
"Master, this is my daughter, Yang Mi. I've already told you on the phone.”
Wu Chengzhen waved his Buddhist dust and looked at Yang Mi with a smile.
"I naturally know the big star Yang Mi.”
Yang Mi didn't know how to answer and could only smile awkwardly.
Master, we're here to ask for Mimi's fortune…"
Yang Chunling said.
Wu Chengzhen smiled." There's no hurry. There are still guests. Let me send two of them away."”
She stood up and opened the window.
Everyone was stunned.
There were still guests?
Who was it?
Wu Chengzhen did not seem to have any intention of explaining.
Just standing by the window and waiting,
This wait…
After more than ten minutes,
Yang Mi and Mother Yang were fine.
However, Sister Ruo was an impatient person.
I've been waiting anxiously for a long time,
He was about to ask,
But just as she was about to speak,
Suddenly, she heard the sound of wings flapping outside the window.
Immediately after, a black bird jumped in from the window in a panic.
Behind it was a fierce sparrow.
"Are you still stubborn when it comes to me?”
The Taoist priest exhaled and spoke. His voice was as loud as a bell and instantly spread out.
"Yo!"
The sparrow let out a hurried cry.
It seemed to be shocked and gave up on the prey that was about to fall.
He turned around and left in a panic.
The black bird seemed to be frightened.
It kept flying in the room.
However, she couldn't find the path she came from and bumped into the wall several times.
In the end, the Taoist priest opened the door.
This made it escape in a panic.
The three of them looked at the Taoist priest who had closed the door and the window with their mouths agape.
For a moment, his mind was shaken and he could not say a word.
"Alright, the guest has left. Mimi, come up and kneel.”
The Taoist priest sat on the futon again.
Shocked, Yang Mi quickly walked up and knelt in front of the Taoist priest.
Master Wu Chengzhen took the pot and handed it to Yang Mi.
"Think about what you want, then shake the bamboo tube.”
"Yes, Master!"
Yang Mi, who was kneeling on the ground, responded,
He couldn't help but think of Yang Lin.
"Then let's ask if Grandpa Fa's words are true.”
She thought.
Then, he hugged the bamboo tube and shook it.
"Shua la, shua la, shua la!"
The sound of the lot pot came from the quiet room.
After a few strokes, a bamboo stick jumped out of the pot.
It landed on the ground.
But at this moment, something strange happened.
After the bamboo stick fell to the ground, it made a loud sound.
It split into two vertically from the middle.
Everyone was stunned.
Even Master Wu Chengzhen was slightly stunned.
Her divination stick was made of top-grade purple bamboo.
The texture is firm and tough,
Even if he wanted to break it on purpose,
It would take some effort.
Why did Yang Mi come here?
It fell to the ground and cracked?
To be honest,
She had never seen such a strange thing before.
The divination is unclear if the divination is broken,
If the number of divination is too little, the divination will not come.
The divinatory stick broke, the number of divinatory sticks was not enough.
None of them counted.
He could only shake it again.
Shaking her head, she took out a new divination stick from under the table.
He changed the divination stick in the bamboo tube.
"Let's shake it again."
he said to Yang Mi.
Not only was Yang Mi negligent, she quickly shook the pot again.
"Shua la, shua la, shua la!"
The voice sounded again.
Not long after,
A bamboo stick jumped out.
However, something strange happened again.
The bamboo stick fell to the ground.
It actually split open vertically from the middle again.
It became two halves.
"This…"
Master Wu Chengzhen was stunned again.
"One more time!"
She took out another stick and changed it before speaking in a deep voice.
Yang Mi quickly shook it again.
"Shua la, shua la, shua la!"
Soon, the third bamboo stick jumped out.
Something strange happened again.
The third bamboo stick had the same fate as the first two.
After it landed, it actually shattered into two halves.
Wu Chengzhen stood up from the futon with a swoosh.
He stared at Yang Mi and asked sternly,
"What are you asking about?"
Yang Mi was frightened by Wu Chengzhen's expression.
He subconsciously said,
"I…I'm asking if what Master Fa said is true?”
"Master Fa? What Master Fa? What was his original name?"
Master Wu Chengzhen asked loudly.
"What? Original name? I…I don't know."
Yang Mi was stunned.
How would she know Master Fa's original name?
He only knew that Grandpa Fa's ID was Burial Along the Way.
As for his original name,
Who knew?
"Grandpa Fa's original name is Yang…Yang Lin…"
Sister Ruo suddenly said.
She had gone to look up Yang Lin's information last night.
She happened to know his original name.
"Yang Lin?"
Grandmaster closed his eyes, pinching his fingers and starting to calculate…..
But after a few seconds,
She suddenly opened her eyes.
He let out a shrill cry,"Not good!”
As soon as he shouted, his face turned pale.
Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
It sprayed onto Yang Mi, who was kneeling in front of her,
Yang Miren was scared silly.
He fell limply to the ground.
Yang Chunling and Sister Ruo were also stunned.
He looked at Master Wu, whose face was as pale as a sheet of paper, in a daze.
For a moment, he did not know how to react.
At this moment, something even more terrifying happened.
Master Wu, who was originally kind-looking, said,
The skin on his face began to darken and dry up rapidly.
In a flash,
He seemed to have aged ten years.
From a young Taoist priest with white hair, he became a trembling old man.
"Master Wu, your face…?!”
Yang Chunling was so shocked that her entire body trembled.
His legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
She was usually pampered.
He had never seen such a terrifying scene before.
Fortunately, Sister Ruo caught her in time.
That was why she did not fall to the ground.
"You guys…leave! In the future…don't come here again."
Master Wu, who was as old as an old woman, sat weakly on the futon.
His voice was filled with bitterness.
"Master…You…We…Mimi…"
Yang Chunling stuttered.
Master Wu's face was filled with bitterness as he said in a trembling voice,"
"Just one look and you lost ten years of your lifespan. I…can't accept your request!!!”
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]