Chapter 199: Life for Life

Old Man Wen took Wen Zhu's pulse with a serious expression.

There was nothing abnormal in his body, but Wen Zhu had a high fever and fell into a coma.

The old monk looked at him and said, "If you believe it, then get out of the way. I'll save you."

Wen Yun stood up and stood aside with a complicated expression.

Half an hour ago, this old friend who hadn't been seen for a long time came back from practicing somewhere and suddenly appeared. He pulled him out of bed and said that his apprentice was in danger.

Someone wants to change her fate!

Wen Yun followed the man without stopping, adhering to the principle of believing it is better to believe it than not.

At first, he was skeptical.

It wasn't until he took the patient's pulse himself that he really believed it.

Seeing Wen Zhu stammering and calling for his master, he became extremely anxious.

The old monk pressed the Buddhist beads on Wen Zhu's body.

Muttering something and beating the wooden fish.

After a moment, the Buddhist beads emitted a blood-red light as if they weighed a thousand pounds, pressing down on something and preventing it from leaving.

An hour later.

The red light faded.

Taoist Fang spat a mouthful of blood on Sun Wanying's face.

She wiped it with disgust, her face turned even paler, and then she spat out a mouthful of black blood.

A strange, faint stench gradually emanated from her body.

"Master Fang, how is it?"

Although Sun Wanying already had an idea, she still didn't give up and wanted to ask again.

Taoist Fang said to her with an ugly expression.

"There's an expert trying to stop me. I'm afraid changing my fate won't work. I have to leave first, or I'll be retaliated against!"

As he said this, he grabbed the gold on the table, put it in his arms, and left quickly.

Sun Wanying knew that she couldn't let him go like this, otherwise she would not be able to endure it.

"I'll pay you ten times the money, and you save my life." He said as he took out some golden things.

"This is half. When you're done, I'll give you the other half."

The black-robed Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, but was finally tempted by the huge sum of money and dropped a piece of talisman paper.

"The soul-gathering talisman needs to be replaced once a month." Then he took the money and ran away.

Money is important, and life is important too.

Besides, she still needs me, and I can't deny this debt, there is still a long way to go.

No matter how much Sun Wanying shouted, the man had already disappeared in the wind and snow.

Only the howling north wind remained.

She picked up the yellow talisman paper and put it into her personal sachet, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

If she had known that the Taoist priest she wrote about was such a coward, she should not have gone to the trouble of making him appear!

But now, the pen she brought with her when she traveled through the book three years ago, which could occasionally change the plot, was getting dimmer and dimmer, and seemed to be about to disappear. For the first time, she panicked.

Sun's mother was sent away by her. This was her own remote yard, where no one could help her.

She wiped the black blood from the corner of her mouth, took out the pen she always carried with her, overcame the inexplicable resistance, and struggled to write a sentence on the paper.

【Wen Zhu had a high fever and died! 】

After writing, the pen seemed to have exhausted all its energy, gradually becoming dim and finally completely transparent, and could no longer write any words.

The fountain pen is out of ink. And the ink here can't be refilled at all.

This is the limitation of her golden finger.

Not only must it conform to the current actual situation, but rewriting that does not meet the conditions will not be valid, and the pen will disappear due to lack of ink.

Sun Wanying was overwhelmed by great panic.

This pen that can change the plot is her greatest golden finger. Without it, she doesn't know what will happen to her body that should have died three years ago? And what will happen to her soul in this other world?

In panic, she tried to grab it hard, but she couldn't.

The pen eventually vanished completely, losing all trace of its existence.

She finally fell out of bed and landed on the remains of her previously burned hair.

Mother Sun originally wanted to leave, but she was worried about the little girl she had raised, so she didn't listen to her and turned back halfway.

Sun Wanying fell to the cold ground.

Help the person up quickly.

"Miss, are you okay? My little ancestor, why did you fall to the ground?"

Then help the person lie down on the bed.

"I'll go get you some hot water. Miss, lie down and go to sleep first."

…

Wen Zhu, whose mind had just regained some clarity, called out, "Master."

Then the whole person fell back quickly.

His face was frighteningly red.

Old Man Wen was very scared.

"Didn't they say that fate can't be changed? Why haven't you woken up yet?"

The old monk frowned, his face solemn.

"Someone wants her to die tonight. How vicious!"

Old Man Wen was extremely anxious. He had waited and searched for so many years before finally finding a disciple that suited his taste. He couldn't just watch her die.

"If you save her, I promise I'll never call you an old bald donkey again! I'll do anything you ask me to do."

Old Man Wen was so anxious that his eyes became blurry.

He had no children in his life, so his apprentices were his relatives and he raised them as his own children.

The old monk sighed.

"Amitabha, once the pen is put to paper, everything is set in stone, unless..."

Old Man Wen didn't have time to play tricks on him and asked directly, "What price do you need to pay? Even if it means my life."

He finally said this in a low voice.

He was afraid that people outside might hear him and think he was abnormal. He was also afraid of scaring them.

He didn't believe it before, but after meeting his old friend, he has gradually come to believe it.

I waited my whole life, and only when I was old did I find my little apprentice who seemed to have been lost for many years. I haven't seen her get married and have children, nor have I seen her child call me master. I feel a little regretful.

The old monk looked at him and asked, "Are you sure?"

Wen Yun was stunned. He could really trade his life for his own.

He was already over seventy years old, so the few years left weren't a big deal. He was just afraid that he wouldn't be around anymore. His disciples were bullied, but they couldn't find their master to complain to, and no one came to their aid.

But now he has no choice.

He felt that his apprentice's life had just begun and shouldn't end like this.

"I've thought about it. But, can I celebrate the New Year and die later?"

The old monk nodded.

"At most, half a year. Have you thought it through?"

Old Man Wen smiled and patted the old monk on the shoulder, "You old man, you talk too much. I wonder who will chat with you from now on. You will definitely be bored to death!"

The old monk nodded.

"Well, Brother Wen, thank you for listening to me all these years."

Old Man Wen smiled and stroked his beard, his expression relaxed. "Let's get started. Quietly, don't tell anyone else. This is our secret, old friend."

The barrage of comments was full of crazy prompts, calling out Wen Zhu.

[Sister Wen, wake up quickly, what is Master going to do? ]

What do you mean by writing a book? Why can't I understand it?

[Has something happened that threatens Sister Wen's life? Master, please exchange your life for mine? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!]

I can't see Sister Wen very far away. I'm so anxious. What's going on? Is there someone else who has traveled through the book? I suspect something's wrong with Miss Sun! This is so weird! The original text doesn't even mention this person!

[Yes, she took Sister Wen's hair during the day, and Sister Wen fell into a coma at night. It must be her! That vicious woman!]

【Master, Master, please don’t stab me! 】

…

But she was unconscious and couldn't see anything, nor did she know what was going to happen.

It was not until the second half of the night that she felt the erratic feeling that her soul was about to be pulled out of her body dissipated, and she finally fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion.

She dreamed of a past life. She had just been adopted, and her master sent her to school. On her first day, she was scolded as an unwanted bastard. The master took her to the child's house and encouraged her to fight back if someone hit her. Then he watched her beat the child. It was a relief.

Later I learned that he was criticized behind the scenes by the principal, who wanted to persuade her to withdraw. The master begged him kindly, saying that she was still young and the child would be taught well. He not only paid compensation but also apologized humbly.

That day, she was covered in thorns in the orphanage, but for the first time she truly recognized her master and spoke to him while crying.

"Master, I won't fight anymore. Don't beg them."

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