Chapter 9: Qin Sanye, a Buddhist Son on Earth, Borrowed Life for Seventy Years
"What nonsense are you talking about, woman!" The man suddenly became angry and stepped forward to attack Meng Fuling.
"Wait, Acheng!"
A low voice came from inside the car, and then the door slowly opened and a man walked out.
The man who was about to attack him in anger immediately withdrew his hand and hurried over to support him: "Third Master!"
The handsome face of the man in front of him was pale, and his dark eyes were like deep pools.
He was tall, aloof, and untainted by the dust of the world, set off by the black custom-made suit he wore. He was so cold that he seemed like a Buddhist who had no attachment to the world.
He was thin and trembling as he was supported by the man. The dark brown Buddhist beads in his hand were particularly eye-catching.
"Oh my god!" The driver was shocked upon recognizing him. "This, this isn't Qin Muchen from the Qin Group, also known as Third Master Qin."
The Qin family, the most powerful family in the capital, is rich enough to rival a country and is known as the leader of the three major wealthy families along with the Lin Group and the Mu Group.
After the death of Qin Lang, the president of Qin Group, the position of group president fell to his third son Qin Muchen.
However, he has been in poor health and rarely appears in public for a year since he took office. It is said that the internal strife in the Qin family is also very fierce.
Especially since his eldest brother Qin Ling used ruthless means to seize power, there have been many rumors that the Qin Group is going to change its owner.
It turned out that there were rumors that he was not in good health, but I didn’t expect it to be true.
Meng Fuling looked at the man in front of her: "So you are Qin Muchen."
She remembered that the Lu family and the Qin family had an engagement, which was arranged when Qin Muchen's father, Qin Lang, was still alive.
This Lu Yiyi is a fake daughter, so fundamentally speaking, the man in front of her is actually the original owner's fiancé.
But it's a pity that her fiancé is about to die.
Qin Muchen's pale lips trembled slightly: "Miss, there's a funeral in my family today, what do you want to do by blocking the road?"
Meng Fuling looked at the Buddhist beads on his wrist and said calmly, "This Kabala is indeed a good thing, but it's a pity that it can no longer protect you."
Qin Muchen's eyes darkened slightly. He didn't expect that the little girl could recognize the thing on her wrist at a glance.
"The Kabala beads are made from the leg bones of a great monk who has reincarnated ten times. They can indeed drive away ghosts, but they can't save your life."
"Today is the day you die. You put a paper man inside the coffin to ward off disaster, but you can't fool the ferryman!"
Every word Meng Fuling said hit the mark, and it was clear that only they knew these secrets.
Qin Muchen's face darkened visibly: "Who are you?"
"I'm the one who saved your life!" Meng Fuling looked at him and held up three fingers: "Give me three thousand yuan."
"It's a cycle of karma. I'm using your money to help you avoid disaster, so you have to pay for it."
The atmosphere was tense. At this moment, a man and a woman got out of the car behind. When they saw Meng Fuling asking for money, they immediately scolded her.
"Who are you? How dare you stop my Qin family's car here? Do you want to die?"
A sharp voice was heard, and a middle-aged woman in a high-end dress walked over.
Her black veil covered half of her face, and she glared at Meng Fuling with a harsh and arrogant attitude: "Get out of here right now, and don't delay Third Brother's important business."
The young man next to her looked about seventeen or eighteen years old and looked at her with contempt: "Uncle San, quickly drive her away."
The mother and son urged, "Mu Chen, don't forget what day it is today. Hurry up or it will be too late."
The woman is Qin Muchen's sister-in-law Xiao Nan, and the boy is Qin Muchen's nephew Qin Qiye, who is also the biological son of his eldest brother Qin Ling.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Qin Muchen covered his chest and coughed, with bloodstains on his handkerchief.
He was staggering and looked at Meng Fuling: "Acheng, give her money and let her go!"
The man took out three thousand yuan in cash and stuffed it into Meng Fuling's pocket: "Get out of here!"
After getting the money, she put it into her bag with a smile, then walked forward and grabbed Qin Muchen's wrist.
He was suddenly stunned and was about to speak when Meng Fuling raised her hand and stroked his cheek.
Everyone was shocked. This woman actually dared to take advantage of Qin Muchen. He was a famous Buddhist in the capital and never got close to women.
Meng Fuling's face was solemn. She grabbed his chin and pulled him in front of her, commanding: "Don't move!"
His cold eyes throbbed as he stared blankly at the woman in front of him.
Only then did he look carefully at the girl in front of him. She was wearing a clean white T-shirt and washed jeans.
Her eyes were bright and shining on her fair cheeks, as if she had seen through everything.
I've given her the money, why doesn't she leave? What does she want to do?
Could it be that he is really a scammer, deliberately blocking the road and waiting to extort money?
Meng Fuling's fingers stroked his pale and handsome cheek, and the big rooster in her arms also crowed.
"I see!" She whispered to the rooster, "Xiao Man, do you think so too?"
Looking at the strange scene in front of her, she was actually talking to a big rooster?
Sister-in-law Xiao Nan roared and ordered, "Come here, take this crazy woman away immediately and don't let her touch Mu Chen!"
The people around him were about to step forward when Meng Fuling smiled and said, "No wonder you don't have any popularity. It turns out you should have died long ago."
"Your father found this string of skull beads for you, and it can indeed extend your life for another year."
"It's a pity that today is the last day of this year, so you want to use a paper figurine to take your place and avoid disaster."
"Looking at the decorations and talismans on the coffin, it must have been given some guidance by an expert, but it's a pity it didn't work!"
Qin Muchen opened his eyes wide in astonishment. He frowned in disbelief and looked at the woman in front of him in surprise, wondering why she knew everything.
"Take your dirty hands away and don't touch my Third Master!" The subordinate stepped forward to attack.
Qin Muchen raised his hand to stop his men from coming forward: "Stop."
The girl's calculation was indeed correct. There was indeed a paper man made with him as the prototype in the coffin.
Taoist Master Xuan Yi of Changsheng Temple said that the coffin should be nailed shut with seven soul-soothing nails, and then the soul of the paper man inside should be sealed with talisman paper.
Bury the coffin in the ground and let the ghost take it away. This method may help you escape.
Meng Fuling wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with her fingers. His handsome face looked even more pale, which made people feel pity for him.
"You were born with a purple gold destiny of longevity, bearing the appearance of an emperor with boundless wealth and honor. If someone hadn't borrowed your lifespan, you wouldn't have died."
"Borrow my life?" He covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Cough cough cough!"
If someone else said it, he might not believe it, but he couldn't doubt the girl in front of him for some reason.
Qin Muchen's body was shaky and he could hardly hold on any longer. "Tell me, who borrowed my lifespan?"
"It's easy to find out who borrowed it!" Meng Fuling waved her hand, and a bright yellow notebook appeared in her hand.
Meng Po of all generations in the underworld has kept the book of life and death in the underworld. She opened it and looked at the name Qin Muchen was written on it.
The black ink and red seal read the time of death: April 24, 2024, 10:14 am, at the age of 27.
Everyone looked at the vague movements of her hands, as if she was flipping through something, which was creepy.
As expected, it was written under Qin Muchen's name that he would die today, and there was only one minute left.
Meng Fuling frowned slightly as if she had discovered something, as if something was covered up.
She rubbed her finger lightly on it, and the number on it changed instantly.
The 27 instantly became 97. Someone had tampered with the Book of Life and Death without authorization, and 70 years of his life were stolen.
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