Zhang Tianle breaks his promise to his deceased master to save his younger martial sister suffering from leukemia, deciding to trade his life for hers by leaving seclusion to tell fortunes and earn...
"You're all making a racket here."
I know you care about him!
But the noise you're making here will be a hundred times louder, or even more terrifying, and will make it impossible for him to rest.
The old Taoist priest's loud roar silenced everyone present.
“We didn’t think that much about it. Now we know, we definitely won’t disturb Master Zhang.”
These people immediately dared not make any more noise.
Seeing that they were relatively obedient, the old Taoist priest's expression softened.
He was afraid that these people would be reckless and make a scene, which would only worsen Zhang Tianle's injuries.
Since they were polite, the old Taoist priest had no reason to lose his temper.
"Master, is there anything we can do to help Master Zhang?" At this moment, a fan asked, "Master Zhang helped us and saved our lives, and we also want to help Master Zhang."
The old Taoist priest heard what the fan said.
He hesitated for a moment, then gave a wry smile: "Yes, there is, but I'm afraid you won't be able to do it. Since it's something you can't do, I won't say it."
The old Taoist priest gave a wry smile: "Alright. You all shouldn't stand around here anymore. Go back now. The most important thing for him right now is to rest and recuperate."
"Master, you haven't told us how we can help Master Zhang yet! How do you know we can't do it if you don't even tell us?"
The fans became anxious when they saw that the old Taoist priest refused to speak.
"That's right! That's right! We're absolutely willing to do anything we can for Master Zhang! This is a life-saving favor!"
"That's right! Stop beating around the bush! Just tell us! Tell us so we know if we can do it!"
Seeing these people like this, the old Taoist priest gave a wry smile: "To make a longevity tablet, you need to offer incense to it every morning, and you need to do it for at least forty-nine consecutive days."
The old Taoist priest shook his head at this point: "If you can't do it, don't do it. Otherwise, you won't help him, and you'll only harm him."
"Hey! I thought it was something huge! Is this all?"
"Who do you think you are? It's just forty-nine days. It's just burning incense for him. Anyone can do that!"
“Exactly! Compared to our lives, is burning incense for him really that difficult? If we can’t even do that, then all the effort he put into saving us has been wasted. I’ll have all my aunts and uncles pray for Master Zhang.”
"I'll do it too! I refuse to believe I can't get this done."
"So, can someone tell me where Master Zhang's longevity tablet was purchased?"
These people managed to take over the matter with just a few words.
And you even had someone ask him about Zhang Tianle's longevity tablet.
"Wait! Take your questions one at a time! Also, if you want to offer incense to Zhang Tianle, you don't necessarily need a memorial tablet. You can write Zhang Tianle's memorial tablet on a piece of paper and then burn incense for that paper."
The old Taoist priest looked at the increasingly agitated crowd with a wry smile.
"Is this really feasible? Doesn't it require some kind of magic? Like Master Zhang did before, setting up an altar and performing a ritual."
Some people still looked at the old Taoist priest with suspicion.
Because the old Taoist priest's explanation was too simplistic.
This is so simple that it can be done very easily.
The old Taoist priest seemed to see through their thoughts and smiled: "Don't think this is a simple matter. The key to this is sincerity and perseverance. I believe you can do it for a day or two, or even ten days or half a month, but are you sure you can offer incense to him for forty-nine days without being affected by anything?"
The old Taoist priest glanced at the crowd: "I know you are all confident that you can hold out for forty-nine days, but during these forty-nine days, all sorts of things will happen, and you will gradually lower your guard and stop offering incense to him. So what I want to say is, if you don't have that kind of perseverance, don't offer incense to him in the first place; it will only harm him."
As for how he was harmed.
To put it simply, his condition will fluctuate. Even those of you who are thinking of being grateful and helping him, because your help is like carrying him on a stretcher and giving him a breather. But once you stop offering incense to him, it's like throwing him off a cliff.
You can imagine what the consequences will be.
I'm absolutely not kidding.
this is true!
Ancient texts abound with such cases. Many celestial masters who could have survived died from this secondary injury.
The old Taoist priest's words made the fans present realize the seriousness of the matter.
The crowd, who had been somewhat agitated, instantly calmed down after hearing the old Taoist's words.
Seeing that they had all calmed down.
The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief.
He was genuinely afraid that these people would get carried away.
If these people get carried away, history will repeat itself.
And he would become the one who harmed Zhang Tianle.
He regretted it as soon as he blurted out the method.
"Alright. If there's nothing else, you may all disperse." The old Taoist waved his hand at the group.
Soon, the fans who had gathered dispersed.
After they all left, the story about the old Taoist priest started circulating in the fan group.
These people are all die-hard fans of Zhang Tianle.
Upon hearing that Zhang Tianle needed their help...
And this was only for one day of offering incense to Zhang Tianle's memorial tablet, yet these people immediately got to work.
They all firmly believed that they would offer incense to Zhang Tianle every day and that they would not stop.
Of course, the old Taoist's words not only reached the ears of these fans, but also reached the ears of many more people who cared about this.
Many sorcerers, especially those with a conscience, cursed the old Taoist priest in secret upon hearing his method, calling him senile.
Such methods are only chosen as a last resort when there is absolutely no other way.
Anyone who has even the slightest hope will not entrust their life to someone else.
However, now that this rumor has spread, it's too late to stop it.
These sorcerers could only sigh and lament.
Some unscrupulous people, however, were plotting how to kill Zhang Tianle.
Especially those sorcerers who had been offended by Zhang Tianle.
At this moment, inside Shundao Hall.
Master Hui'an frowned and looked at the old Taoist priest: "Is the method you mentioned feasible?"
She had never heard of the method the old Taoist priest mentioned.
“It’s feasible!” The old Taoist rubbed his forehead. “But at least a thousand people will be needed to burn incense for Zhang Tianle every day for a full forty-nine days.”