The examination results naturally showed that there was nothing wrong.
Old Zhou's son asked the doctor to confirm repeatedly, and the final result was that there was no injury, just a little weakness.
Just go home and recuperate, there is no need to take medicine or be hospitalized.
The other party had no idea what the old man in front of him had experienced before, otherwise, even without Zhou's son's active request, the doctor would have continued to examine Zhou with a skeptical look in his eyes.
At the hospital entrance, seeing the police looking at him doubtfully, Lao Zhou's brain started buzzing with activity, and he said in a tired voice:
"I feel a little tired and want to go home and rest. Haven't we finished taking the statement and everything? Officer, can we go home now?"
If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have come to the hospital for any examination.
It’s over. These people won’t guess that he can become an immortal, right?
Just now, when this policeman knew that he was fine, he kept looking at him with strange eyes.
They are not criminals, so no one has the right to stop them from going home to check.
The driver pestered Lao Zhou for his contact information and considerately took a taxi to take Lao Zhou home before leaving.
As for his own taxi, it was unusable because one of its doors was broken.
But compared to the life that was saved, a car door is nothing.
What’s more important is that he felt that the old man was a truly capable man. He could even stop a car. If that wasn’t capability, what was that?
This is a rare opportunity to curry favor with someone. If he hadn't been so persistent and he was in a hurry to go home, Lao Zhou would not have left him his contact information at all.
It was just a phone number. If the other party made any unreasonable requests, he would just refuse them directly.
It’s a bit troublesome that the other party knows where I live.
After returning home and sending his grandson to bed, Old Zhou finally had time to ask about what happened today.
"Dad, you don't know how thrilling it was at that time," said Lao Zhou's son with lingering fear:
"I didn't see anything clearly, I just heard a bang, and then you were standing in front of the car."
"Dad, are you really okay?" He still felt a little unconvinced.
Old Zhou snorted, "Your father, I learned real skills from Master An. What can happen? Master An is a truly capable and accomplished master, but you just don't believe him. What do you say now?"
"It's because I've been training with Master An for the past few months that my speed and strength have improved. Otherwise, how would I have reacted in that time? Maybe the three of us would have been gone."
Old Zhou's son said with shining eyes, "I'm convinced, Dad, I'm really convinced! This Master An is really not a liar!"
Otherwise, how to explain his father's situation?
Lao Zhou said proudly: "I have eaten more salt than you have walked. How can I not tell whether you are a liar or not?"
Old Zhou's son nodded and agreed, "Yes, yes, you have rich life experience, and it was me who was too shallow and didn't recognize the true God."
He rubbed his hands and asked tentatively, "Dad, I haven't asked you in detail before. Master An is leading you in cultivation, so what is his own level of cultivation?"
These words really stopped Lao Zhou. How could they know what level of Taoism the original owner had? After An Jingzhi traveled through time, he had never explained his own realm in detail.
"Is this something a little bastard like you can inquire about? Master An's realm must be very high." He squinted his eyes, "What does it have to do with you?"
The son of Old Zhou was not angry at the old man's pout. He smiled and said, "Dad, do you think I can go with you to practice?"
Which man doesn't have a dream of becoming a martial artist? Now this is cultivation, even more advanced than martial arts!
When Zhou's son thought about how many people wanted his contact information today, his heart suddenly became hot.
These people don’t know that the real God is not his old man, but Master An behind him.
Knowing a secret that others don’t know, I suddenly feel a sense of pride and satisfaction.
Old Zhou picked up the pillow nearby and smashed it on his son's head, waking him up from his smirk.
"You little bastard, you have a nice dream. You used to despise me, but now that you've tasted the sweetness, you want to learn from me. Who do you think Master An is? Do you think he'll be willing to teach you just because you want to?"
"Don't you even consider whether you have the wisdom and affinity? Can you just learn this cultivation thing?"
Old Zhou's son picked up the pillow that had fallen to the ground nearby and said, "Dad, isn't it just a matter of Master An's words that determines whether there's a predestined relationship?"
"How much did you pay to sign up? I'll pay double!"
Old Zhou said sarcastically, "Oh my, you're even offering double! Do you still remember what you said to me back then? What's the matter? Now you're not afraid of being cheated, but you're still rushing to give money away?"
Old Zhou's son said, "Dad, stop provoking me. I don't know the situation. You know what kind of society we live in now. We all believe in science. You rashly told me who to learn cultivation from, and you're still so young. I'd be surprised if I didn't think twice."
"I now understand your abilities. You have really met a capable hidden master. Dad, you can't forget your son when you have this benefit." He said with a licking face.
Old Zhou curled his lips and moved his butt a little, trying to get away from his shameless son.
"My words about your cultivation don't count. It was Master An who approached us."
The original owner took the initiative to select these ten old men and deceived them, saying that they had a destiny with him and with cultivating immortals. In the end, he collected tens of thousands of registration fees from them and continued to defraud people of their money.
Lao Zhou's family is considered to be well-off, and he also has his own pension insurance.
All my savings were scammed away, and now I have to rely on the little pension insurance I receive every month to make ends meet.
After finding out that all of Mr. Zhou’s pension insurance had been defrauded, his son had a big fight with him, but he still had to give him some money every month.
"Then please ask Master An for me. The younger you are, the better for cultivating immortality. I'm sure my comprehension is higher than yours. I'm willing to pay the tuition!"
If one could really learn how to cultivate immortality, and just work for the government, who would still be a miserable programmer?
…
Practicing Buddhism is indeed beneficial to one's health and longevity. Lao Zhou has benefited from it, and of course he doesn't want to forget his family. However, he is not sure what An Jingzhi is thinking, and he feels a little regretful after agreeing.
The next day, we climbed all the way to the top of the mountain.
I chatted with everyone for a while and talked about the time he was not around and what everyone had practiced.
An Jingzhi sat cross-legged here to practice last night, facing the east. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes, then disappeared in an instant.
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