Chapter 192: A Word Determines Life and Death

In the hotel lobby.

The female receptionist, Manager Chen and other staff were already dumbfounded.

When they first saw so many Taoist and Buddhist people coming, they thought that Mr. Zhang was going to host a banquet for people from both the Taoist and Buddhist circles.

The hotel staff knew that Mr. Zhang's family was a prominent family of Hanzhong. It was rumored that they became prosperous during the Eastern Han Dynasty. They were a prominent family that had connections with all walks of life in the local area, including scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans.

Naturally, Manager Chen, the female receptionist and others thought that the protagonist today was Mr. Zhang.

Unexpectedly, not only was Mr. Zhang not the protagonist today, but a group of hotel staff were also stunned to see the "miracle".

The clear air surges and the golden light appears.

Immediately afterwards, a young man appeared out of nowhere in the golden light?

Are you performing magic here?

But to perform magic, the props must be prepared in advance. Manager Chen, the female receptionist and others have been watching here, but I didn’t see any props being arranged!

Is it really a god?

The hotel staff really couldn't figure out how Fang Yi appeared.

Fang Yi looked around and was quite satisfied when he saw people from both the Buddhist and Taoist circles looking at him with admiration.

He just used the teaching technique to become invisible, and then released some Dan Qi to create a more "handsome" appearance, with the purpose of "cultivating fans".

If it were ordinary people, Fang Yi would never pretend like this.

It’s just that he has recently had some unpleasantness with the Buddhist and Taoist circles because of the matter involving Huangshan Daojun and Hunyuan Taichu Daojun.

Next, Lu Tingsong will help me promote it in Taoist temples and Buddhist temples across the country.

If you can gain some say with a little effort, wouldn't that be less labor-intensive than defeating them one by one?

The hundreds of Taoists and monks in front of him represented the vast majority of religious forces in Hanzhong.

Fang Yi naturally had to find ways to win him over.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

The most important thing was that he wanted to find out from these Taoists and monks what was calling him, so naturally he had to gain their trust as soon as possible.

But gaining trust is only part of it.

Direct communication is not suitable at the moment.

Because Fang Yi saw that Zhang Taigong, who was surrounded by Taoists and monks, seemed to be dying.

Taoist priests and monks stood respectfully by.

No one dared to step forward and talk to Master Fang.

Even though Mr. Zhang could hardly stand steadily, he still insisted on asking Mr. Xiao Zhang and the young woman to support him while he stood there to pay homage to Master Fang.

At this time, Fang Yi spoke softly, "Since ancient times, our generation of monks have adhered to the concept of stopping evil and doing good. I understand that you want to see me to seek the truth, but this chaos blocks other people's hotels and affects the normal check-in of tourists. It is not polite."

The Taoists and monks had never expected that the immortal would show his displeasure right from the start, and they were trembling with fear and dared not reply.

"Your words make sense, it is my great-grandson Mengji who was not thoughtful enough."

Zhang Taigong broke free from Mr. Xiao Zhang and the young woman's support and tried to put on a bowing gesture. "I will let my great-grandson pay for the hotel and provide three days of room fees for the guests staying in this hotel to apologize for the crime of indecent assault."

His great-grandson, Mr. Zhang Mengji, also said hurriedly: "I was inconsiderate, I hope you can forgive me."

Fang Yi smiled and said, "It is a great honor to admit your mistakes and improve yourself."

Zhang Taigong flattered him without leaving any traces, saying, "Alas, I and others did not want to do this either, but the sacred experience in the world is long-lasting but rarely seen. Today, we learned that you, the sacred one who came down from the nine heavens, had descended to the Hanzhong. Meng Ji and I were afraid that someone would accidentally disturb your peace, so we decided to come up with this bad plan after discussion. It was not our intention to affect the guests' stay."

Perhaps because of his advanced age and frail health, Zhang Taigong kept panting after saying this.

I admit my mistake.

But I have my reasons.

The reason is still for the real people.

When Taoist Priest Liu, Taoist Priest Pan, Master Shi Xue of Wanshou Temple and others saw that Zhang Taigong was secretly flattering them, they cursed him in their hearts for being an old fox and only saying what the immortal wanted to hear.

Then……

"Please forgive me, sir."

"Buddha, we just want to see your spirit so much."

"You are right, Master. It is our lack of consideration that has affected people's livelihood."

Well, Taoist Priest Liu, Taoist Priest Pan, and Master Shi Xue all followed suit, half admitting their mistakes and half flattering.

Fang Yi deliberately didn't say anything more to them, just waved his hand and said: "Okay, everyone go away. If you really want to discuss Taoism and Buddhism with me, find an opportunity another day. I really don't have the interest today."

The Taoists and monks had originally hoped to have the honor of listening to the Immortal Master preaching or explaining Buddhist scriptures, but who would have thought that they did things wrong and made the Immortal Master unhappy, so he asked them to go back.

But fortunately, the real person said, "I'll find another opportunity another day."

Everyone knew that since the real person had not said anything final, it meant that he was still prepared to give everyone a chance.

This group of high-powered magicians and monks are all shrewd people. They know that they cannot refute the real person's opinion at this time.

Taoist Priest Liu bowed and said, "It is rude of us to disturb the Master's peace without sending a greeting card. I will send a new greeting card later, get the Master's permission, and then come to receive the Master's teachings."

Master Shi Xue shouted "Amitabha" and said, "Buddha, you are thinking about the people. I feel ashamed. I will face the wall and reflect on my mistakes when I go back. Then I will come back to accept your guidance."

The remaining Taoists and monks all expressed the same view.

After saying this, the Taoists and monks were preparing to leave one by one.

Suddenly, Fang Yi spoke again, "Mr. Zhang, if you have any last words, tell your family as soon as possible, otherwise it may be too late."

Hearing this, Zhang Mengji was shocked, "Master, what do you mean by this?"

Fang Yi shook his head. "I see that Mr. Zhang is in a bad mood and I think he will not live past midnight tonight, so I kindly remind him to tell you as soon as possible if he has anything to say, so as to avoid regretful death. Of course, you can just treat it as nonsense and don't take it seriously. I'm leaving now."

Then, in full view of everyone, Master Fang turned into golden light and disappeared.

The Taoists and monks looked at each other in bewilderment. No one had expected that the last words that Master Fang left for everyone when they first met would be "curse someone to death."

However, they all believed that Master Fang, with his level of cultivation, would not speak nonsense, and they all looked at Master Zhang with strange eyes.

I feel reluctant.

There was a sigh.

There are regrets.

After all, Zhang Taigong was highly respected in the Han Dynasty, and his room was filled with disciples and he had many relatives and friends.

Naturally, many people expressed reluctance, sighed and expressed regret.

There were also a small number of monks and Taoists who had less contact with the Zhang family. They showed sympathy in their eyes, knowing that the Zhang family's pillar of support was about to fall, and they were afraid that the family would be caught in a situation of children and grandchildren fighting for power.

On the contrary, Zhang Taigong said calmly: "I have lived for 101 years. Today I have met the Holy Spirit and have fulfilled my wish to seek the truth. What is wrong with death?"

The young woman couldn't stop her tears from falling, and whispered to comfort him: "Grandpa, you are a lucky person, and nothing will happen to you."

Zhang Mengji looked sad and said nothing.

Because he had long known from various channels how extraordinary and saintly Master Fang was, and he knew that a true immortal would not attack without reason.

…

The Zhang family’s ancestral home is rather simple, a bit like a large farmyard.

However, at this time, there were many luxury cars parked outside the compound, including Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Ferrari, Mercedes-Benz, etc.

The courtyard was full of people.

There are high-level masters from various local Taoist sects, as well as high-level Buddhist monks.

Of course, there are also many celebrities and prominent businessmen.

Some of these people were Zhang Taigong’s former students and officials, and some were his relatives and friends.

At this time, only direct descendants of the Zhang family remained in the inner hall.

There were about twenty or thirty people, both men and women, young and old.

Grandpa Zhang, who was wearing a black funeral shroud, sat on a reclining chair and slowly explained, "After I leave, all matters at home will be managed by my eldest grandson, Zhang Qishu. You must remember to live in harmony, respect and love each other."

Zhang Qishu is an elderly man in his sixties with gray hair.

He was wearing a green Taoist robe and said with a sad face: "Grandpa, I don't want any power, I just hope you can be healthy."

On the contrary, another middle-aged man in his fifties wearing a suit said angrily: "That Fang guy must be a fraud who deliberately threatens you, Grandpa, and wants my Zhang family to spend money to beg him. I have seen this kind of thing many times!"

An old woman in her seventies shouted, "Shut up, Old Four! Don't be rude to a real person!"

Zhang Laosi was scolded by his elders and was silent.

Although he was born into a Taoist family, he was always a staunch materialist and did not believe in any divine existence in the world.

Grandpa Zhang no longer had the energy to argue with his fourth grandson. He just stretched out his hand and waved at Zhang Mengji.

Zhang Mengji quickly ran to the recliner, knelt down, and said, "Grandpa."

Zhang Taigong looked at him with a smile and said, "Come closer to my ear."

Zhang Mengji hurriedly went to the side of Zhang Taigong.

Grandpa Zhang whispered to him the secret of the Zhang family, and then said to everyone: "Leave the ancestral house to Mengji. Okay, I'm a little sleepy, so don't gather around here."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and rested.

Seeing that Zhang Taigong was really asleep, everyone dared not disturb him and turned around and walked out of the door, leaving only Zhang Mengji to watch over him.

Outside the door.

There was also a small group of people who sneered.

"Today's charlatans are becoming more and more deceptive."

"Isn't it? You can decide life and death with just one word? I don't believe it."

"That's right. Fourth uncle has invited a famous doctor from Peking Union Medical College to wait here. If Grandpa really feels unwell, the famous doctor will treat him immediately. I don't believe he will not survive tonight."

"Grandpa is in good mental condition. I think there is basically no problem for him to live another ten years."

Of course, because the Zhang family is a Taoist family, most people still tend to believe what Master Fang says.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"I wonder what level of cultivation the real person has?"

A few people of higher seniority scolded them, and the rest had to shut up.

Having said that, these people actually have no idea what is going on.

After all, they have never seen anything so-called sacred since they were young, so naturally they are a little skeptical about how credible what Fang Zhenren said is.

Not to mention them, even the monks and Taoists who followed were looking towards the inner hall at this time, wanting to see whether Master Fang's prediction was accurate.

Time passes by every second.

There was no movement in the inner hall.

Soon, it was dark.

During this time, Zhang Taigong woke up and ate a bowl of rice porridge.

Everyone thought that Zhang Taigong would be fine.

However, at exactly eleven o'clock at night, Zhang Mengji suddenly ran out from the inner hall, with a look of grief on his face, saying: "Grandfather... he has passed away!"

Just at midnight, the transformation takes place?

When these words were spoken, dozens of descendants of the Zhang family as well as a group of Taoist priests and monks were all shocked. No one had expected that Master Fang could really decide the life or death of Mr. Zhang with just one word!