Chapter 1 I Want to Be His Dad
"What's the old man thinking? We've consulted famous doctors at home and abroad, but they can't help. What good doctors can there be among the common people?"
"As the saying goes, experts are found among the common people. Common doctors have many secret recipes passed down from their ancestors, specializing in treating difficult and complicated diseases."
"Why are there monks and Taoist priests here? Do you think the young master has been harmed by some evil spirit? His pupils are vertical, like a snake."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not kidding, I saw it."
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The sound of gossip came from next door. Others could not hear it, but Duan Anluo could hear it clearly. His pupils became vertical. This disease was interesting.
He looked around the hall. There were men, women, young and old, in all kinds of clothes. The old man of the Mu family had invited folk doctors, monks, Taoists... all the Chinese who could cure difficult and complicated diseases.
The old man really spent a lot of money for his eldest grandson Mu Qingzhuo.
I heard that the old man has already made a tough statement that as long as Mu Qingzhuo's illness is cured, he will give him whatever he wants as long as he has the money.
I wonder if he would allow his grandson to be his son?
Duan Anluo became famous at the age of sixteen, founded the Xuanmen Sect at the age of eighteen, and entered the Tao at the age of twenty-three. He finally grasped the rules of the Heavenly Dao, but died while trying to save the people of the world.
Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, it was five hundred years later. The Xuanmen built on the mountain was gone, and his ten thousand taels of gold and priceless collection of ancient books were gone too!
The current leader who went to take over his position had a spiritual power so low that it was not even as high as the monkey he had raised before. His talent was so poor that he was not even good enough to lead a horse. He only scored 28 points out of 150 in the math test, and he still had the audacity to ask for his ancestors' blessings.
What made Duan Anluo even more upset were the memories left to him by his original body.
The original body said that this world is a book of supernatural resurrection, with demons and monsters wreaking havoc, myths and strange stories, strange beasts from the mountains and seas, and even foreign ghosts running out to harm people. The protagonist takes his brothers to fight monsters and level up, while looking for villains, capturing villains, and torturing villains.
Lying inside is Mu Qingzhuo, the protagonist's right-hand man and the man who provides unlimited financial assistance to the protagonist.
And he is the unlucky villain!
In his memories, his original self repeatedly rebelled against fate, but was always suppressed by an invisible force. He was forced to kill constantly in order to survive. Eventually, his soul was extracted by the protagonists and sealed in the Bagua Furnace, unable to live or die.
Duan Anluo doesn't care about books or not. Heaven has bestowed such great fortune on him and allowed him to be reborn, which means that his existence is the law of nature!
He wants to adopt the second male lead as his son, and later he will accept the entire team of protagonists as his sons, bring them to his side, and see if they dare to kill their father in the future.
If they are all ungrateful people who cannot be tamed, he doesn't mind killing them in advance.
Not long after, the old housekeeper came out. After several days of trying, no one could cure Mu Qingzhuo's illness. These last few masters were the last hope.
His brows were furrowed, his words were filled with fatigue, and he politely said to the people in the hall, "Everyone, please follow me."
Everyone stood up, some carrying medicine boxes, some holding peach wood swords, some holding wooden fish, and one holding a nine-story bronze tower. They looked very impressive, but no one knew whether they had any real skills.
Duan Anluo followed the crowd slowly, holding a thermos cup. As soon as he entered the door, Duan Anluo pressed his stomach. The strong smell of death stimulated his nerves, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of hunger in his abdomen.
The original body's memory is correct, there is indeed something wrong with this body.
The person lying on the hospital bed had a deathly gray complexion and his chest was barely rising or falling.
Fortunately, several instruments around him were beeping, telling others that he was still alive.
Duan Anluo took in the man's features. Although he looked sickly and a bit immature, his features were still handsome and striking. Judging from his physiognomy, his forehead was full, with five stars facing him and four mountains looking out. He was destined to be blessed with great fortune and virtue.
Unfortunately, he was led astray at a young age, and only after his father died did he realize the importance of hard work. It took him seven years to get the family property back.
"Huh!" Duan Anluo blew the bubbles of milk tea in the thermos and took a sip slowly. It was not a big problem and it would be fine after some adjustment.
It’s not a big deal if he can’t be trained well. Just capture his soul and hang it on the beam of the main door to make a fortune-attracting formation.
Sitting on a sofa by the window was an elderly man with completely white hair. He had been treated by hundreds of doctors. After repeated disappointments, the old man leaned back in his chair exhausted and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for your hard work. If you can treat it, treat it. If you can't, don't force it. Don't take risks."
What the old man meant was, don't do anything reckless just for the sake of rewards.
Several masters looked at each other, and a middle-aged man in his forties who looked like a Buddha walked over first and said, "Let me go first."
Others didn't compete with him for it, but just watched from behind.
Those who can come here are not fools. This young master is obviously hanging on to his last breath. It is a good thing to save him and get a reward. If you accidentally save him and kill him, no one can bear the consequences.
Duan Anluo was at the back and found a chair to sit down. He was observing the equipment on these people.
His little disciple, whose talent is not even as good as a monkey, is a complete waste who can't even protect himself.
Duan Anluo practices Buddhism, Taoism, and the Immortal Way simultaneously, cultivating the mind of Buddhism, using the methods of Taoism, and guiding the spirit of the Immortal Way. He cultivates himself and saves all living beings.
He likes the Buddhist concept of cause and effect, the Taoist concept of adapting to nature, and the immortal concept of smooth and easy-to-stroke hair.
But his little disciple is so useless that he doesn't even have a guardian deity.
These people are carrying self-defense items. If I could take a few of them, I would go back and hang them on the little loser.
At this time, the middle-aged man reached out and tentatively opened Mu Qingzhuo's eyes, and everyone present changed their expressions.
A golden vertical pupil, looks like some kind of snake.
Looking at his neck, they saw a black line extending downwards. When they lifted the thin blanket covering his body, everyone was shocked by what was on his chest.
A small bulge grew at the heart, a black bud emerged in the middle, and two leaves grew at the top.
Apparently, they had wanted to have surgery to dig it out, but unexpectedly it grew back after the surgery. It used the body as nutrients and continued to absorb nutrition from Mu Qingzhuo. One could even see red blood flowing in its veins.
The housekeeper explained, "A month ago, my young master went on a trip and contracted a strange disease after returning. He underwent several surgeries but none of them could cure him. He has been in a coma ever since."
For a normal person, he would have died from this kind of injury long ago, but Mu Qingzhuo was still hanging on.
The middle-aged man tentatively stretched out his fingers, and just as he touched the leaves, he was instantly entangled by the deathly aura on them. The cold deathly aura was like a piercing knife. The middle-aged man's hands trembled with pain. "Sorry, I can't save you."
The old man's eyes darkened, but he said nothing. He had heard this kind of talk many times, but his frown never relaxed.
The housekeeper politely made a gesture to invite him out, "Thank you for your hard work."
"I'll try." The man carrying the medicine box took out the acupuncture needles and was just hesitating where to insert them when an old Taoist priest said, "It's best not to move. If I'm not mistaken, a master must have left him a life-saving gift that's temporarily suppressing the evil spirit in him. If this balance is disrupted, he'll die."
Qi Hongshen comes from an orthodox Taoist background. In the world of metaphysics, he is not only highly respected, but also quite famous.
The man was already a little hesitant, and after hearing what Taoist Master Qi said, he didn't dare to take action.
Duan Anluo raised his eyebrows. The old Taoist priest had some skills. He also had a bell hidden on his body, which was glowing green. Not bad.
I tried a few more people, but none of them were completely sure.
The old man finally fixed his gaze on Taoist Qi, who shook his head regretfully. "I can't save him. This is a kind of evil magic used to transfer fate. They find a target with good fate and plant a Gu on them. After the target dies, their fate and fortune will be transferred to the caster. The world of Xuanshu has expressly forbidden these harmful techniques. Practicing them is forbidden and has long been lost."
The others also had helpless expressions. They were not scammers, but regular sorcerers with certificates. They believed in the way of heaven and the law of cause and effect. They believed that money earned without conscience should not be made, otherwise they would be punished by heaven.
The old man closed his eyes dejectedly, like a dead tree in winter, completely lifeless.
He has consulted famous doctors at home and abroad, and he can't remember how many times he has been issued a critical illness notice. Every time he signed, his hands shook.
He lost his wife in middle age, his son in old age, and now, buried up to his neck in the dirt, his beloved grandson has been diagnosed with an incurable disease. They say the business world is like a battlefield. He's 78 years old, and after more than 50 years of experience in the business world, he's never felt so helpless.
"Cough cough," Duan Anluo coughed a few times, not to attract attention, but because his body was in such poor condition. He took a deep breath and suppressed the pain in his heart, "That, I can cure it."
The short sentence was like thunder, "You?"
After everyone was shocked, they looked at him with complicated eyes. Not only Duan Anluo's appearance, but also his aura.
Duan Anluo has an extremely beautiful face, so delicate that it is difficult to tell whether he is androgynous, but he does not look feminine at all. His pupils are a rare red tea color, with a slight red in the brown, and a small red mole at the end of his eye, making him look beautiful and a little weird.
Logically speaking, with a look like his, he would attract attention wherever he goes, not to mention that those present are all cultivators, and their sensing abilities would be stronger than those of ordinary people.
However, before Duan Anluo spoke, they didn't even notice his existence!
When did such a person appear in the circle of metaphysics who could conceal his aura and blend into nature?
However, his health looked too poor. It was no exaggeration to say that he sat there, as weak as a butterfly with broken wings, as if a stronger wind would take his life. He was definitely a sick beauty. If he was really capable, why didn't he save himself?
Duan Anluo raised his eyes slightly, "What? Don't you believe me? I can teach you, but you can't learn it in vain. Each of you must give me something to save your life."
Taoist Priest Qi kindly reminded: "Daoist friend, human life is at stake. Don't take risks if you are not sure."
Duan Anluo smiled, looking very good-tempered. "Thank you for reminding me. The Five Arts of Xuanmen: Mountain, Medicine, Divination, Physiognomy, and Physiognomy. I can't say anything about normal diseases, but I'm 100% sure about this kind of unorthodox disease. If he can't cure it, I'll give him my life as compensation."
Everyone had different expressions. Is this such a big deal?
The old man stood up excitedly, "Can you really save him?"
Duan Anluo still said the same thing, "If he can't be cured, give him his life."
The old man calmed down instead. He must have a purpose for betting his life.
Duan Anluo said weakly, "Old man, look at my body. To be honest, I only have one year to live. If I save him, I will have to reduce my life by another half a year."
The old man's eyes darkened. "What do you want after paying such a huge price?"
Duan Anluo said seriously, "I want him to recognize me as his godfather."
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The old man's deep expression cracked, "How is that possible? How old are you?"
"23," Duan Anluo held up two fingers and sighed regretfully, "Alas, I can't make it through my zodiac year."
The old man was so angry that he laughed, "He's already eighteen years old! Father and son with a five-year age difference? Ridiculous! Let's make a fool of ourselves!"
Duan Anluo shrugged, "I don't care."
"He cares!"
"He's almost dead, and he still cares about this?"
The old man was stunned. That’s right.
Duan Anluo calmly put the thermos into his pocket, stood up, walked slowly to the bedside, and poked the black seedling with his finger.
The housekeeper was about to speak up to stop him when he saw Duan Anluo flick his fingers. With that simple movement, he flicked off half of the seedling's leaves. Not only did the seedling not absorb blood faster to recover, but it actually became much more sluggish.
This time, the way the Mu family looked at Duan Anluo changed. Maybe this person could really save the young master.
Duan Anluo looked into Mu Lao's eyes and said, "If you agree, I will wake him up right now. If you feel that I am at a disadvantage, I will leave now."
The old man clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white. He asked in disbelief, "Can he really... wake up now? Can he be cured?"
Duan Anluo nodded, "Let him run around tomorrow."
The old man made a quick decision: "I promise you, I will save him!"
Duan Anluo raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction. It was the first time he became a father to a son this big, and he was a little excited.
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