Chapter 88: The Divine

The reactions of these two people naturally did not escape the eyes of the others present. Ji Ruoxuan also stopped and looked at Jiang Wu, "What's wrong, do you know each other?"

“No.”

Jiang Wu walked up to the crowd, met Bai Xianling's undisguised gaze and asked, "Taoist Tan Ling?"

Bai Xianling smiled and said, "Tan Ling is my Taoist name. My real name is Bai Xianling. I don't know your name, Taoist friend. What school did you follow?"

This question confused everyone, and Yang Chen quickly explained, "His name is Jiang Wu, he is a guest of our show, and he is an actor."

Bai Xianling was slightly startled, "Actor?"

"Yes." Jiang Wu glanced at the top of his head, then looked at Yang Chen, "Do you want to record it here?"

Yang Chen looked embarrassed. In fact, they had almost finished filming the Taoist temple. The main gimmick was still the Taoist priest Tan Ling who was said to be very good at fortune-telling. However, the other party had already refused, so naturally they could not record it.

However, what he didn't expect was that as soon as Jiang Wugang finished asking, Bai Xianling smiled and said, "I haven't chatted with young people for a long time. What do you want to talk about?"

The attitudes before and after were completely different, but Yang Chen was naturally happy. "Just chatting casually. Professor Cheng is a professor of folklore at Donglin University. He is very interested in Taoist culture and has always wanted to ask the Taoist priest for advice."

Cheng Ye was only in his forties, and looked like a junior in front of Bai Xianling, who was in his seventies. He was very respectful and said, "My name is Cheng Ye, and I would like to ask the Taoist priest about some Yunzhuan characters."

"No hurry." Bai Xianling stared at Jiang Wu with a smile, "Let me finish talking to Mr. Jiang first."

Cheng Ye's expression was slightly stiff, but there was nothing he could do. He could only take a step back and look at Jiang Wu, motioning him to go first.

However, Jiang Wu looked puzzled and said, "I don't have anything to talk about. You guys can chat."

Qiao Qiao hurriedly advised, "Master Tan Ling is very good at fortune-telling. Many people pay a lot of money but still can't get a fortune. Don't waste your chance!"

Upon hearing this, Teng Hongfei hurriedly raised his hand, "I, I, I! If he doesn't want to talk, I will! Taoist priest, I want to ask about wealth and career!"

Ji Ruoxuan also said, "I want to ask about marriage."

Seeing how impatient they all were, Jiang Wu raised his eyes and looked at Bai Xianling, "Are you very accurate in fortune-telling?"

Bai Xianling put his hands behind his back and smiled, "I know a little bit about it."

Chinese people are used to being modest and always leave room for error when speaking. This Taoist priest's statement that he has a basic understanding of something is very confident, which shows that he is quite good at calculations.

Jiang Wu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know when you will die?"

Everyone was shocked, Yang Chen's eyes almost popped out, "Ancestor, how can you talk like that? He is old, you ask him when he will die, how is that different from cursing him to death?"

Cheng Ye also frowned. He thought this young man was just uneducated, but he didn't expect him to be so rude.

Han Zhong was the only one in the audience who raised his lips slightly, thinking that she was indeed the one he had chosen, because she was different from the crowd, not superstitious at all, and not following the crowd.

Just when everyone thought that this shoot was going to be over, Bai Xianling replied calmly, "Within half a year."

Jiang Wu showed a hint of surprise in his eyes and exclaimed, "He really has some skills."

A cultivator who has cultivated to the fifth level of the mind-delusion realm can indeed initially perceive the existence of cause and effect and predict his own fortune or misfortune, but not all mind-delusion cultivators can predict their own death within six months so accurately.

Jiang Wu suddenly became interested. He took a step forward and looked into Bai Xianling's eyes, his lips curled slightly, "How about you tell my fortune?"

Bai Xianling was startled, then shook his head slowly, "It doesn't count."

"Do you want a fee?" Jiang Wu vaguely remembered that the pickler had such a rule, and pointed to Han Zhong who was standing beside him, "He has money, you can name your price."

Han Zhong: “…”

He coughed lightly, "Yes."

Except for Ji Ruoxuan and Bi Yan, two people who knew the truth, Yang Chen, Teng Hongfei and others widened their eyes in disbelief when they saw this scene. For a moment, they not only doubted their ears, but also their eyes.

What are these two talking about? What is the relationship between these two? How can Jiang Wu arrange his property at will? He is the president of Huayue and the heir of the Han family!!!

Regardless of how shocked and turbulent people were, Bai Xianling still shook his head after hearing Jiang Wu's words, "It's not about the divination fee, it's just that I can't do it. As for the reason, you know it yourself."

Jiang Wu naturally knew that it was because he himself could not figure it out that he asked the old Taoist to do it. It was a rare opportunity to meet such a kind-hearted monk, so he would definitely not let him go.

"One life for one fortune."

Jiang Wu slowly spoke under the other party's astonished gaze, "You tell me a fortune, and I will give you half a year of life."

Bai Xianling stared at him blankly and didn't say anything for a long time.

The others were also shocked speechless by Jiang Wu's words. Even Qin Yuyan, who had been absent-minded, looked at him in shock.

Only Teng Hongfei couldn't help but complain, "Your bragging really doesn't pay taxes."

Jiang Wu explained calmly, "The medical technology of Hualing Hospital is among the best in the world, and there have been new technological breakthroughs recently. Even if we can't cure your disease, we can still let you live another half a year."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in silence, thinking that some magical method was going to be used.

Only Qin Yuyan looked at Han Zhong, "Really, President Han?"

Hualing Hospital is a property of Huayue Group, and the largest shareholder is the Han family, that is, Han Zhong in front of us.

Han Zhong: “…Really.”

What bullshit! He didn’t even know what disease the old Taoist priest had, and he didn’t know when Hualing Hospital had a technological breakthrough or where the breakthrough was.

As soon as he started talking, everyone was convinced and became more curious about the relationship between the two people.

Bai Xianling naturally knew that the half-year life span Jiang Wu mentioned was not a technological breakthrough, so he said, "I'll give it a try."

Jiang Wuxin felt relieved. He was really afraid that the old man didn't want to live anymore.

Yang Chen took advantage of the situation and asked, "Can the process of making a radish be filmed?"

Bai Xianling smiled and said, "You'll have to ask Mr. Jiang about this."

Jiang Wu said without hesitation, "No."

Yang Chen begged, "Can I increase the money? Can I increase your announcement fee?"

Jiang Wu still shook his head, and Yang Chen had no choice. This was personal privacy, and it was normal for Jiang Wu not to want to disclose it.

Ji Ruoxuan said with some disappointment, "Actually, I also want to know what Brother Jiang is like. He looks like he has no desires and doesn't seem to care about anything."

Bi Yan nodded as well. He was also curious about this.

Han Zhong was startled when he heard this. Indeed, Jiang Wu didn't seem to care about anything. He didn't seem to be interested in money or fame. He didn't care much about his acting career either. The only thing he wanted was the latest cake.

By the way, little cake, according to the time, Lisa should have arrived.

He tilted his head to look at Yao Ping, "Ask where Lisa is."

Yao Ping nodded, turned around and went to the corner to make a phone call.

On the other side, Jiang Wu and Bai Xianling entered the living room. The program crew were waiting outside, and the cameramen were still on duty.

In the living room, Bai Xianling looked at Jiang Wu, "What do you want to be?"

"Yan Zhong."

Jiang Wu slowly uttered a name, "I want you to figure out where he is now."

"good."

Bai Xianling took out three copper coins, clasped his left and right palms together and shook them, then opened his palms and the three copper coins fell on the table.

Jiang Wu: “How?”

Bai Xianling raised his eyes, "The dead have no place to stay."

The room was silent for a long time.

Ji Ruoxuan was eavesdropping on the door, muttering, "Why is there no sound at all..."

Han Zhong, who had just returned, saw this scene and stepped forward without hesitation to drive the man away. Ji Ruoxuan was afraid of him, so he left in shame.

Han Zhong was about to leave when he suddenly heard Jiang Wuji's calm voice from inside the house, "Since you haven't figured out where the person is, this divination doesn't count."

"Okay, then what do you want to calculate for the second hexagram?"

"Han Zhong."

"The one outside the door?"

"yes."

"What is that?"

"Count it as his previous life."

"No need to calculate, there is no reincarnation in this world."

“…”

Jiang Wu was silent for a long time, and then slowly said, "Then it depends on how long I can stay with him."

Outside the door, Han Zhong lowered his eyes and listened to the conversation inside, his heart shuddering.