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Chapter 335 Those Flowers [2] [Update 5]

Chapter 327 Those Flowers [2]

Zhang Wufeng didn't take it seriously and told him Yang Xiaolan's name, birth date and so on. The fortune teller frowned and was silent for a moment. Then he took out a crystal clear jade and gave it to Zhang Wufeng, saying, "Her fate is not very good. She will probably die in seven years. Wearing this jade can guarantee a glimmer of hope."

The fortune teller did not avoid Yang Xiaolan at all and spoke directly, which made Zhang Wufeng feel a little disappointed. However, he had an extraordinary vision and naturally saw that the jade in the fortune teller's hand was not ordinary. Then, seeing that the fortune teller looked a little bleak and old, the inexplicable disgust in his heart faded a little.

Taking the so-called calamity-avoiding item from the fortune teller's hand, including the glittering silk thread on it, under the still-open sky, the item sparkled. Looking at the jade and the fortune teller's cautious look, Zhang Wufeng knew that the fortune teller himself was probably reluctant to take the item with him.

Zhang Wufeng was not polite. The moment he took the jade and placed it in his palm, his feeling told him that the jade pendant seemed to be really harmless, so he hung it up for Yang Xiaolan. Yang Xiaolan thanked the fortune teller politely, and her face did not look sad or depressed because of the fortune teller's words.

After solving Xiaolan's problem, the fortune teller squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at Zhang Wufeng. After a long while, he said in shock: "How is it possible... You are already dead... But weren't you clearly in front of me..."

The divine fortune teller suddenly fell into deep thought again, and then he quickly fiddled with the banner, the Tai Chi Bagua realm, and the ancient bronze coins, and stopped after a long time.

However, he did not speak, but just shook his head, indicating that he was powerless. He had originally wanted to analyze his birth date and horoscope, but now the fortune teller knew that it was unnecessary.

Seeing that he had calculated this last strange fate and completed his grandfather's commission, the fortune teller felt relieved. In fact, he also knew that the client actually had a great connection with Zhang Wufeng, but his disciples were unable to protect the jade pendant at that time, so they handed it over to him.

Even though he didn't figure out anything, the fortune teller looked even older at this moment. His hair, which was originally black, had now completely turned white, and his back looked even more hunched. He stopped talking, packed up his things, and ignored Zhang Wufeng and Xiaolan who were standing there, and walked away unsteadily.

The fortune teller let go of everything and felt a lot more relaxed, but there was still one thing that puzzled him. After determining Zhang Wufeng's birth date and eight characters, he analyzed the eight characters, weighed his bones, and calculated his name, but all of them showed errors. This indicated two problems. First, Zhang Wufeng was indeed dead; second, this was a change of fate.

Of course, after he had put all his energy into calculating and still got the same result, the fortune teller knew that the chance of fate changing was very small, which meant that Zhang Wufeng was really dead.

The fortune teller was confused and walked to the undeveloped cliffs of the West Mountain without realizing it. Suddenly, his foot stepped on empty air and he fell directly down the steep slope...

Seeing this scene from a distance, Zhang Wufeng was slightly stunned, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Zhang Wufeng and Yang Xiaolan came to their senses. Although they were unwilling to admit it, they knew that their situation was not optimistic. Especially the soft comment Zhang Wufeng received, which was like a bolt from the blue.

Zhang Wufeng has actually come to this point where he doesn't care about anything, but he is still worried about Yang Xiaolan. Although he knows that the fortune teller may not have lied and Yang Xiaolan only has about seven years to live, he really doesn't want to see Yang Xiaolan leave this world like this. To him, life and death really doesn't matter, but to Yang Xiaolan, not to mention that her parents are still working hard in the poor countryside, facing the yellow land all day long, and her younger brother is still in school, which makes the family unable to leave her.

It was also because of this that, while her classmates were having fun, Yang Xiaolan found three tutoring jobs outside, and squeezed out time every day to save up her pitiful little money bit by bit...It was also because of this that, although she was still a girl, she also supported half of the family by herself. Not only did she not ask her family for a penny while attending college, but she often sent home two or three hundred yuan.

Under such circumstances, how could Zhang Wufeng watch Yang Xiaolan leave this world that she had not even had the chance to enjoy!
Zhang Wufeng wanted to pray to Buddha for the first time, but there was no other way. Although he would feel disgusted whenever Buddha was mentioned, he was still willing to pray for Yang Xiaolan and give up his so-called unreasonable resistance to Buddha. Even if it meant giving up his entire life, he would not hesitate.

Yang Xiaolan still had a faint smile on her face. Zhang Wufeng stood on the Yanlong stage, just looking at Yang Xiaolan quietly. The women and old people who had left beside him slowly returned here, continuing to dance inexplicably and singing strange songs. Yang Xiaolan raised her head and mustered up the courage to look directly at Zhang Wufeng's sincere eyes for the first time. Neither of them spoke, but the sudden heart-to-heart communication was so hard to part with. Both of them fell deeply in love with each other when they were still young, but due to many reasons, it was only three or four years later that they had a heart-to-heart communication.

Zhang Wufeng looked at Yang Xiaolan's face carefully for the first time. Her eyes were somewhat crystal clear and melancholy, but she was strong and unyielding. Her face was delicate and beautiful. Of course, if she removed those flaws that affected her appearance, and made her curly hair straight and soft, and her face a little fuller, then she would definitely be more beautiful.

As he looked at it, Zhang Wufeng felt that this face gave him a very familiar feeling, but this feeling was not the kind of familiarity between two people, but this feeling seemed a little hazy and unreal.

Zhang Wufeng held Yang Xiaolan's hand and walked down the stone steps below the Yanlong Terrace again like a divine fortune teller. Yang Xiaolan was still very well-behaved and didn't say anything, just following Zhang Wufeng.

Zhang Wufeng was actually a little drowsy and his mind was not very clear, but following the inexplicably familiar feeling, he still came to a dilapidated temple. If it were not for the three words "Dragon King Temple" written on the dilapidated temple, Zhang Wufeng would have suspected whether this was an abandoned ancient house.

This so-called Dragon King Temple has very little incense and not many people come to worship. In addition, the terrain in this area is dangerous and there are not many tourists. So although it is dilapidated, it is very quiet.

Perhaps it was because of this mountain that Zhang Wufeng could already feel some changes in himself. He could feel the changes in himself, so there was no doubt that the changes were not small. Zhang Wufeng knew that some things could not be measured by external performance, so after arriving here, Zhang Wufeng did not disdain the garbage, ruins, and dust, and walked in through the dilapidated door.

There was nothing else in the temple except a thick layer of dust and a plaster Buddha statue with a large hole in its belly and a piece of its arm missing.

Yang Xiaolan was a little lost in the face of this situation, and Zhang Wufeng had been in a state of disarray ever since the fortune teller left, which made her very worried. However, since Zhang Wufeng didn't say anything, she didn't dare to ask.

Standing here, Zhang Wufeng released Yang Xiaolan's hand, which had never been released, and said gently: "Xiaolan, let's worship the Buddha together. Think about your parents. You can't let anything happen to them so early. No matter what, you have to let your parents live a good life. And your younger brother, if they still need to study, it will take a long time. When they go to high school and college, they still have to rely on you. You really can't get into trouble. Let's pray to the Buddha sincerely together, he shouldn't ignore it."

Yang Xiaolan listened to Zhang Wufeng's heartfelt words. She knew that what Zhang Wufeng said was true. However, in those words, Zhang Wufeng did not say that he would bear it with her. Didn't he want to be with me? But...

Although she had many questions in her mind, Yang Xiaolan still followed Zhang Wufeng and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue. Zhang Wufeng looked at the fat and big-eared Buddha statue. Although he was unwilling, uncomfortable, and uneasy, he still knelt down for Yang Xiaolan. He chose to believe in the inexplicable guidance in his heart.

Following that inexplicable guidance, Zhang Wufeng closed his eyes, slowly relaxed his heart, and then began to pray silently in his heart, praying that God could save Yang Xiaolan. At the same moment, Yang Xiaolan was also begging, begging God to make Zhang Wufeng happy and healthy, even if it meant losing her life, she was willing.

After Zhang Wufeng knelt unyieldingly for nearly an hour, he felt that the surrounding environment was a little different. Despite this, he did not open his eyes, but continued to beg devoutly.

"Buddha, please save Yang Xiaolan. Even if it costs me my life or everything I have, I will have no regrets."

“Haha, you two don’t have to kneel. There is no Buddha in this world.” An old voice said with a smile.

Zhang Wufeng pulled Yang Xiaolan up and looked at the old man. He hesitated and said, "Grandpa, can you help us?"

(End of this chapter)