Chapter 209
"My uncle once said that there is a Taoist temple in Nanshan, and there is an enlightened old immortal in the temple. Could it be this Taoist Xuanji?"
When did Pei Lingjun tell you this?
The boy pursed his lips. "It was just a casual remark. The other day, my grandmother suddenly had a seizure. She had been suffering from this illness for several years. Not to mention that ordinary doctors were helpless, even the imperial physicians in the palace could only try their best to suppress it."
"That day, my uncle only said that one sentence, but as if he was afraid of something, no matter how I asked him, he refused to say anything more."
Upon receiving the news, Zhu Zijin and Zhuang Yan rushed from Anyang to Shanzhou; it was already early spring.
Pei Lingjun has been in a coma for over a month since Wen Quan assassinated him before his death.
The strange black line silently spread from the upper part of his forearm to his wrist.
With each passing day he grows an inch taller, his life force diminishes.
This poison technique is called Mandala. When the black lines overflow the palm lines, the person's life force is completely cut off, and there is absolutely no possibility of survival.
This poison is potent, and there is no antidote. A month has passed, and I'm now only one step away from the underworld.
However, the old Taoist priest did not appear for a long time. During this period, Wen Shu searched through all the classics, trying to find a way to cure the datura poison, but to no avail.
Zhu Zijin wrote to Jijing, asking a famous doctor for a miraculous medicine. After taking the medicine, the person on the bed remained pale and ashen, showing no signs of waking up.
Days passed by, and as the black lines drew closer to his palm, news of the old man from Nanshan arrived!
Everyone was overjoyed, and Cui Pei immediately set off to find the old Taoist Xuanji. Unexpectedly, the old Taoist was in Shanzhou, and it seemed that he had come for Pei Lingjun.
Such is the nature of opportunity.
The old Taoist priest Xuanji's gaze swept across everyone's faces inch by inch, finally settling on Wen Shu's face.
"Judging from your appearance, you must be the one who can change your fate."
Zhu Zijin and Zhuang Yan exchanged bewildered glances, utterly confused about the old Taoist's intentions, but Wen Shu understood.
The so-called person who changes their fate is simply someone who has lived one more lifetime than others.
The soul from the previous life did not enter the cycle of reincarnation; instead, it went against the natural order and ended up several years ago by a twist of fate.
"Since the Master has seen through my destiny, then there must be a way to save me?"
Wen Shu's eyes were filled with anticipation, and the two large dark circles under her eyes could not be hidden. These days she had tried her best, but only found some fragments about datura in ancient books, and there was still no news of an antidote.
The Taoist priest stroked his white, silk-like beard and shook his head. "Such is the way of heaven. As a mere mortal, I am helpless to change it."
Zhu Zijin's face turned green. "If you have no other way, why did you travel all the way to Shanzhou?!"
Xuanji grinned, his eyes showing approval, "Young friend, you are clever."
The group's faces turned pale and then red, thinking to themselves, "Why does this old Taoist priest seem so unserious? Just tell me your solution directly, why are you keeping me in suspense?"
Don't you know that saving lives is the most important thing right now?!
Xuanji went to the inner room, where Pei Lingjun lay on the couch with a pale, ashen face. His right forearm was exposed, and the black markings on it were so menacing that they made one's heart tremble.
In the past few days, it has silently spread to the wrist line, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, in a few more days, this person will be completely beyond saving.
"Does the Venerable Master have any method to detoxify?"
The old Taoist priest's face darkened. He dispersed the crowd, leaving only Wen Shu behind, and said, "Both of you have had your destinies altered. However, those who defy fate must pay a price. This young master should not live past twenty-six..."
He stroked his white beard, a puzzled look in his eyes. "That's strange..."
"It's strange. The eighth day after the New Year is clearly his twenty-sixth birthday. If what the Master said is true, then wouldn't he be..."
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