Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1380, Chapter 1367: Dig a hole, bury some soil, and count one, two, three, four, five.
Two days later.

Luo Yihang met Old John again.

He was quite interested.

Invite Luo Yihang to visit the Summer Palace.

Luo Yihang knew that he had paid a heavy price for this trip; losing an arm wouldn't be an exaggeration.

They'll need to come up with nearly 50 billion in cash alone.

More than six billion US dollars, Cargill's profits for two years.

Although this profit margin is probably inflated.

In addition, the cost of insolvency, unsustainability, and selling off "bad assets" to cover the losses exceeded hundreds of billions of US dollars.

That's equivalent to throwing away several Fortune 500 companies.

The costs of starting a war and the money lost if the war is lost are countless.

Even if their organization isn't crippled, it'll be in serious trouble.

But old John adjusted quite well.

When they met again, he looked perfectly normal and showed no resentment whatsoever.

He brought out that aristocratic air again.

I even went out of my way to get a new hairstyle and dye my hair.

Luo Yihang and Old John entered the Summer Palace through the East Palace Gate, passed the Summer Palace Museum but did not go in.

We continued along the road until we reached Kunming Lake.

Continuing north, passing through Yulan Hall and the Duiou Boat, I arrived at the Fragrant Buddha Pavilion and took a stroll inside.

There were only Luo Yihang and Old John on the way, and they didn't call a tour guide.

There were definitely accompanying and security personnel, but they weren't nearby; they followed at a distance.

The two didn't talk much along the way, just discussing the scenery and looking at the buildings, just like tourists strolling around.

We went all the way to the Fragrant Buddha Pavilion.

Old John suddenly asked.

"Luo, what kind of person are you?"

"I'm just an ordinary person," Luo Yihang replied casually.

“No.” Old John shook his head and said slowly, “You are a very strange person. Everyone has desires and pursuits. You are very greedy, but I can’t see any desires in you.”

On the white marble steps in front of the Fragrant Buddha Pavilion, old John stopped, looked into Luo Yihang's eyes, and said slowly and deliberately, "So, what kind of person are you, really?"

This is an interesting question.

Luo Yihang, unusually, stopped joking and thought for a moment before answering: "Taoism has three fundamental truths. The first truth is that I lack nothing and am inherently complete. The second truth is that I have nothing left and have made the worst-case scenario plan. The third truth is that I want nothing and have let go of everything to return to my true self."

"I feel that I am now at the first level of authenticity, having cast aside all attachments to gain, loss, honor, and disgrace, and letting my mind roam freely amidst all things."

When it comes to philosophy, it's specifically Eastern Taoist philosophy.

Old John didn't understand at first.

They also asked Luo Yihang to write down this passage, in both Chinese and English.

Luo Yihang casually took out his notebook, tore off a piece of paper, wrote it down, and handed it over.

Old John looked at it twice more, and as if he understood something, asked, "Luo, is your religious belief Taoism?"

I still don't understand.

Luo Yihang shook his head. "No."

Luo Yihang cultivates immortality, although his cultivation is too short and he hasn't yet touched upon philosophical thought, but he feels quite different from Taoists.

It doesn't feel appropriate to discuss Taoism in a Buddhist temple like the Fragrant Buddha Pavilion.

Luo Yihang and Old John came out from inside, walked a while forward to the Stone Boat Wharf, boarded a boat, crossed Kunming Lake and arrived at the Bronze Bull Wharf.

After seeing the bronze ox, we went up the Seventeen-Arch Bridge.

It's a pity it wasn't nighttime, so I didn't get to see the spectacular sight of golden light shining through the cave.

After crossing the bridge, they arrived at Nanhu Island. Instead of heading to the middle of the island, the two walked along the lake shore for a while, enjoying the lake view.

For the rest of the journey, Old John remained silent, seemingly still pondering the meaning behind Luo Yihang's words.

They eventually reached a quieter place, where old John, tired from walking, found a bench to sit down and rest.

It was as if they had made up their minds about something.

Suddenly, he said, "Luo, I don't believe you have no desires. It's more likely that you don't know what you're pursuing."

Again?
"Then what do you think I'm pursuing?" Luo Yihang asked with a smile.

"Money? Power? Love? Enjoyment? Family? Friendship? To become a great hero?" Old John shook his head at each of these questions.

"No, what you are pursuing is not these external things, but the origin of life, your own self, your body."

After speaking, she looked at Luo Yihang quietly, appearing very confident.

Luo Yihang sighed inwardly, "Here we go again."

Can't this charlatan change his ways?

"Health? I'm perfectly healthy. I can eat and sleep well, and I'm not sick or injured. What's wrong, John? You're not feeling well? You should go to the hospital." Luo Yihang reverted to his lazy and roguish demeanor and teased him.

Old John had a good temper and wasn't angry.

Still with an air of knowing everything, he continued in a seductive tone, "Luo, join us, and you will gain unimaginable power. For example, the sublimation of life, the power to transcend mortals."

Holy crap, you can say that?
Luo Yihang was startled.

This is supposed to be urban farming, right? It doesn't mention any fantasy elements.

"What kind of power?" Luo Yihang feigned interest. "Can you kill a bull with one punch? Or fight a tiger bare-handed? Or go naked into space?"

Old John shook his head, very honestly, "No."

Luo Yihang pursed his lips.

He muttered to himself, "Pfft, what's so great about that? I can do it too."

At least the first two are fine.

I've never tried it in space. If I were to actually try it... I'd probably be dead for sure.

"Then what can you do?" Luo Yihang asked dismissively.

“Life, long life,” old John said, emphasizing each word as if making a great decision.

Luo Yihang was indeed very surprised, his mouth agape in exaggerated surprise.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Holy crap, do you guys really have a 360-year-old monster in your gang?"

Old John was calmly enjoying Luo Yihang's surprised expression.

But upon hearing the word "old witch," she broke down, her eyes bulging out in shock.

He was panting heavily, as if his ancestors had been cursed.

It took me a long time to calm myself down.

He said in a silent, hoarse voice, "No, our oldest is 101 years old."

Luo Yihang snorted coldly, "Centenarians? There are plenty of them, so they should be compensated."

Old John responded with a cold snort.

He took out his phone, found an email, opened it, and handed it over.

"Lifespan varies. For example, I am seventy-seven years old, but my physical indicators are equivalent to those of a sixty-year-old."

This time, Luo Yihang was genuinely surprised.

Old John's face was smooth and shiny, with hardly any wrinkles. He didn't look like he was over seventy; he looked at most sixty.

She's a sixty-year-old who's taken very good care of herself.

However, when Luo Yihang took the phone, he found it was a medical examination report.

Old John himself is indeed 77 years old, and all his health indicators are quite normal.

A healthy old man.

"Awesome." Luo Yihang gave a thumbs up, then handed the phone back. "I don't need it."

That's true. If Luo Yihang wanted to, he could have his physical indicators be the same as a 20-year-old when he was 77.

Not a single gray hair.

“You’re still young, you don’t know how precious health is.” Old John put away his phone.

It seemed like she had regained her confidence. "I remember you have elders, a father, a grandfather, and a close elderly person. Don't you want to continue spending time with them?"

Does Grandpa Guang know all this?
That's a very thorough investigation.

If coercion fails, how about bribery?
Luo Yihang understood what Old John wanted to do today; he still intended to drag him down with him. Only this time, it involved their core interests.

No wonder these guys run a secret organization, control so many bioscience companies, and act all mysterious.

So, you wanted to live forever.

Yes, I can understand.

When you have 100 million, you want to earn another 100 million.

When you have a billion, you think about how to keep that billion.

When you have 10 billion, you start thinking about how to pass it on to your descendants so that it can last for generations.

But having a hundred billion, one wants to live another five hundred years.

"How do we do it?" Luo Yihang asked with great interest, playing along with him.

Old John straightened up immediately, his face showing a caring expression, as if he were divine.

"First, you must give birth to a child as soon as possible, a blood relative..."

It's that piece of junk again. He's been practicing in front of the mirror for months, acting all mysterious and like a charlatan.

Luo Yihang thought to himself.

He interrupted old John directly, saying, "I've heard that a guy abroad did just that, swapping blood with his son."

As soon as these words came out.

Old John was furious. He threw away the divinity and said bitterly, "Clown, without divine blessing, you will only fall into the curse of life!"

It wasn't cursed by your God?

Luo Yihang wanted to complain again.

Sure enough, a bunch of old men are thinking about immortality, and they're planning to have their blood transfused, right?
This is still in its initial stages.

We'll talk about the rest after we join.

There's something even more ruthless coming.

I heard they even eat people.

Step by step, once you're in the circle, you can't get out. You have to be their dog without hesitation.

Luo Yihang's eyes darted around.

Old man, you'll get yourself killed trying to pull this trick.

"Grandpa Guangguang has no son," Luo Yihang suddenly said.

Old John was taken aback.

I immediately realized that what was mentioned earlier was "a close elderly person" and "to continue to get along".

The text then goes on to say that the first step is to have an heir.

Grandpa Guangguang has no son, which contradicts the previous two points.

"Parting is also a life experience. In Mexican legend, a person's departure is not the day of death, but the day of being forgotten."

"As long as you remember him, he will be happy forever in heaven."

Old John also learned from Luo Yihang's methods and started telling stories.

"Tch, nobody's ever seen Heaven. What can they do about it, like appearing in a dream?" Luo Yihang waved his hand dismissively. "Your methods won't work."

After saying that, he took out his phone and called Luo Qingcai, "Caiwa, go to Grandpa Guangguang's house and take a picture of his medical report from earlier this year and send it to me."

Old John wanted to say something more.

Luo Yihang waved his hand, pointed to his phone, and remained silent.

Fortunately it didn't take long.

The message has been sent back.

Luo Yihang turned his phone around and handed it to Old John, "Let me show you. You can understand it, right? How much difference is there between this 95-year-old's and your indicators?"

Old John took the phone.

He glanced at it with a frown.

The photo on his phone showed a standard medical examination report, which he could indeed understand.

Judging by his age, he is indeed 95 years old.

But the numbers... are about the same as his.

Old John's first reaction was disbelief.

But then I thought about it again, and life expectancy was a topic that was brought up at the last minute, so it would be impossible to produce a report in such a short time.

Think of this.

"Hiss!" Old John gasped, utterly terrified.

Then, he became incredibly excited.

She grabbed Luo Yihang's arm, gripping it tightly, and demanded, "How did you do that? How did you do that?"

The old man is quite strong.

Luo Yihang pried his hand open and casually replied, "Eat well, sleep soundly, keep things to yourself, report any problems on the spot, and have a clear mind."

Old John grabbed Luo Yihang again, his face contorted with anger and a grim expression, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Tell the truth!"

Holy crap, are you desperate to survive?

They just drew a trap and they're already jumping in! These fish are so easy to catch!

Old tricks are fine as long as they work.

Rabbits can still fall into the old pit.
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Luo Yihang pried his hands open again. "To tell you the truth, I killed nine Japanese devils with my own hands: six soldiers, one pilot, and two officers. My blood and aura are enough to ward off evil spirits and ghosts. The Japanese devils have a strong aura of malevolence, so it was especially effective."

Luo Yihang seemed to be joking this time.

But is it really a joke?
Old John wasn't sure.

Having met Luo Yihang so many times, he believed he knew him very well.

This person is a joking, nonsensical person; ten out of ten of his sentences sound like lies.

But is it really a lie?

The truth is often hidden in jokes...

Old John grabbed Luo Yihang for the third time, "Luo, please tell me the truth, I'm willing to pay any price!"

His facial expression was a mix of anticipation, doubt, excitement, and a touch of anxiety.

The colors are red, yellow, cyan, blue, and purple, like a carousel.

This was the first time Luo Yihang had ever seen someone put so many expressions and so many colors on their face.

Fortunately, the old man was in good health; otherwise, he would have surely passed out if he had any cardiovascular or cerebrovascular disease.

So, Luo Yihang pried his hand open for the third time and chuckled, "Do you think I'd tell you the truth directly?"

Old John immediately asked, "What do you need to give in return? A company? Technology? Shares? Money? You can name any terms."

"Give it to me, Bayer." Luo Yihang reached out his hand directly.

Old John's face stiffened.

But soon, he gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, saying, "As long as you can give me proof, it's not impossible to talk."

Holy crap! This actually works?!

Luo Yihang was genuinely startled.

Is the temptation to live a few more years really that great?

The core of food hegemony—a Fortune 500 company ranked 300th—was given away so easily?
Luo Yihang waved his hand, "It's too big, I can't eat it."

"Then what do you want?" Old John asked immediately.

So lacking in composure.

When you get old, they'll definitely try to sell you health supplements.

Oh, by the way, he's old now.

Also, it seems like they're just promoting "health supplements" now...

“We Easterners believe in fate. What’s meant to be yours will be yours; don’t force it,” Luo Yihang said, setting another target.

Old John immediately took the bait, "How can we find a match?"

Luo Yihang smiled and said, "It depends on your sincerity. Sincerity will bring results."

After saying that, he stood up and left without saying goodbye to Old John.

Gently, a poem drifted from the direction Luo Yihang had left...

"The waters of the Milky Way flow down from the heavens, rushing for a thousand miles without lingering; the fisherman casts his net in the setting sun, scooping up countless stars to fill his heart..."
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(End of this chapter)