Chapter 117 Can be saved
Old Man Ma is in charge of his paper-making shop, which is open all day.
When Qin Mengmeng and her group came over with fruits, he was lying in a rocking chair basking in the sun. Seeing this group of people from afar, he stood up and nimbly returned to the counter. He only poked his head out and put his hands on the counter. He asked very vigilantly: "What are you doing with so many people here?"
Qin Mengmeng: “…”
Qin Mengmeng was puzzled: "What did you do to be so scared?"
Qin Mengmeng didn't wait for his answer and said directly: "I have something to ask you."
Old Man Ma huddled behind the counter and asked pitifully, "What's the matter?"
Qin Mengmeng first pulled Wang Mianmian over and asked for her: "Do you have any secret methods of cultivating immortals? This girl wants to cultivate immortals."
Old Man Ma laughed: "What's so good about becoming an immortal? Aren't humans the freest and carefree people in the world?"
Qin Mengmeng laughed: "Do you believe this yourself?"
Old Man Ma smiled and said, "It depends on who he is. In this world, there are stupid people, miserable people, sinners, and of course, there are free people. When it comes to freedom, the free people are the freest."
"But." He shook his head again and said, "There must be a secret method for cultivating immortality. It's not guaranteed to work. You pay the money and get the goods."
He gestured with his fingers, hesitated for a while, and said, "Two...two thousand!"
Qin Mengmeng knew at first sight that Lao Deng was trying to cheat people. Judging from his mental state of not changing his expression even though he made ten times the money, it was hard to tell how much he had earned from this expression.
But she shrugged her shoulders and didn't expose him.
Fortunately, although Wang Mianmian was a naive person, she knew how to bargain. She timidly held up a finger and said, "I really don't have two thousand... Is one thousand and five hundred okay?"
The old man said without hesitation, "Okay."
Qin Mengmeng rolled her eyes.
After the two men had concluded the business, Old Man Ma ran out from the counter eagerly, trotted open the curtain connecting the shop and the inner room at the back, and went to the bedroom at the back. After a while, he came back with a tattered blue-covered notebook, which he opened, flipped through, and handed to Wang Mianmian.
"The method of alchemy to make the golden elixir is useful if you eat iron."
Qin Mengmeng frowned and said, "Ancient method? It's not for refining lead elixir, right?"
Old Man Ma waved his hands and laughed awkwardly, "No way, that's impossible. Those were eaten by ancient emperors. If they were really useful, how could they let the emperor eat them? It's mica pills."
Qin Mengmeng hesitated for a moment and said speechlessly: "That thing is also heavy metal, right?"
Wang Mianmian was very happy when she first got the notebook, but when she heard what Qin Mengmeng said, the expression on her face gradually became helpless again.
"Well, this will kill people, right?"
Old Man Ma sneered and said, "How can one become an immortal if he is immortal?"
Everyone gasped when they heard this.
Wang Mianmian forced a smile and said, "I don't want to die..."
I want to cultivate immortality because I don’t want to die.
Qin Mengmeng rolled her eyes and said simply and decisively: "Give me back my money."
Old Man Ma felt very aggrieved when he heard this: "I haven't even received any money yet."
"That's all right."
Qin Mengmeng thought about it carefully and said, "Indeed, it is true. The Taoist cultivation skills recorded in ancient books are either alchemy or martial arts. The upgrades from building a foundation to forming an elixir to transcending the heavenly tribulation are all things in modern novels."
"It's okay if he doesn't die." Old Man Ma said with a smile, "At least he will have a serious illness. If he was fine, any prince, marquis or emperor could cultivate immortality immediately if he wanted to. Then the world would be full of princes, generals and ministers. There would be no place for ordinary people like us."
Everyone nodded upon hearing this.
That is indeed true.
Qin Mengmeng knocked on the table and said, "It's just right. Speaking of a serious illness, I came here to see you."
Qin Mengmeng took out a folded A4 paper with a color photo on it from her trouser pocket. As soon as she opened it and before she could say anything, she saw a look of compassion on Old Man Ma's face.
Qin Mengmeng immediately changed the direction of the words she was about to say, "Wow, you know her?"
Old Man Ma sighed and said, "I walk around the second courtyard in the back like I walk around the back garden every day. How could I not know her? You may not know that almost everyone in the neighborhood knows about her affair. The little girl is also pitiful."
Qin Mengmeng's heart sank again.
Since Old Man Ma said so, there is no hope.
If there is a chance to save a life, he will not miss such a great merit.
Now, so many people are really brought here to buy funeral supplies.
Buy some paper houses, paper flowers, paper ingots, wreaths, etc. from Old Man Ma’s paper-making shop, and buy a tablet from the ghostwriter’s shop next door…
But then old man Ma said, "This girl has a short life span. Her life span has already ended. But now medicine has advanced, so it is no longer necessary to hang on to her body, but her soul is gone."
Qin Mengmeng noticed the turning point and asked quickly, "What is a soul?"
"Is it a conscious being? I saw this girl's consciousness last night. She is a very good girl."
But soon, Qin Mengmeng frowned again.
The way old man Ma behaves is somewhat like that life and death are determined by fate. Since he said that Little Bear's life span has come to an end... maybe he will just take the person away directly like he did when he caught ghosts before...
But it doesn’t matter, Qin Mengmeng thought, even if he meant it, he couldn’t find where the little bear was.
But in this case, the matter is still hanging there and difficult to resolve.
Although Qin Mengmeng could accept the ending where she had to help the little bear commit suicide.
But as long as there was a possibility, she didn't like it after all.
The premise of doing one's best and leaving the rest to fate is that one must really try one's best.
Fortunately, Old Man Ma didn’t worry about his lifespan. He smiled and said, “That’s great!”
"As long as you can find her soul, she will wake up."
Qin Mengmeng let out a long sigh of relief when she heard this.
"Are you sure?"
Old Man Ma said affirmatively: "I promise!"
Qin Mengmeng felt dazed for a moment. When she looked back, she saw that Wang Mianmian and the others also looked as if they had not reacted.
Is it that simple to solve?
You have to know that they have never felt relieved since they knew about this.
It turns out that all you need to do is find the right person, and this big problem can be solved easily in one go?
The process of solving the problem was so simple that it made everyone feel like they had clenched their fists but hit nothing. For a moment, they didn't know whether they should be happy or not.
But this kind of thing...
It’s actually very difficult to be happy.
There are still many troubles to come.
Qin Mengmeng stretched out her hand and said, "Then I formally invite you to join my live broadcast room. I would like you to go with me tonight to see if this girl's consciousness is the soul you mentioned."
Old Man Ma: "??? What does the live broadcast room mean?"
Qin Mengmeng: “…”
Wang Mianmian: “…”
Yu Jiuye: “…”
Zhang Sanri: “…”
Is it reasonable for an old man with gray hair, a hunched back, no smartphone, and no idea what live streaming is?
Very reasonable.
But the knowledgeable hermit who had just casually proposed a method of cultivating immortals and solved a big problem that was troubling everyone, said what the live broadcast room meant.
Well...how should I put it...every profession has its own specialties.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Old Man Ma immediately explained: "Don't get me wrong! I'm not saying I don't know about live streaming! There are so many people doing live streaming now. Every day, people come to visit the coffin board store next door. I'm talking about you! You never told me that you were a live streamer."
Everyone suddenly realized: "Oh - so that's how it is."
Old Ma wiped his sweat and said, "I'm not that kind of guy who's out of date!"
Everyone apologized repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, it was a misunderstanding. It was us who didn't recognize you and mistook you for an old man."
Old Man Ma nodded, then took out a large-screen mobile phone and asked, "What live broadcast room?"
Qin Mengmeng took a look and asked hesitantly: "You don't still have WeChat, do you?"
Old Man Ma said, "Yes, of course there must be one. How can we scan the code without it?"
Qin Mengmeng: “…”
So why did she go to the paper-making shop every day before, and make the long trip when she had something to do?
If I had added friends earlier I would have saved myself many trips.
Old Man Ma said confidently: "You didn't ask me."
I mistakenly thought that old men of this age don’t have WeChat.
It is indeed Qin Mengmeng’s own problem.
She calmly added Old Man Ma as a friend and sent him the app download address.
Old Man Ma downloaded the app, logged in and took a look at the backend, and was a little surprised.
But I’m not surprised by the app’s magical powers.
But I was surprised by the advanced app technology.
"Technology is so advanced nowadays that there are electronic versions of merit books now."
Qin Mengmeng: “…”
Hearing him say that, it really does look like it.
This app is like a combination of the most advanced technology and the most powerful mysterious magic. It is obvious to the naked eye that it does not appear to be something that should appear in the 21st century.
But if today's smartphones were brought back 20 years ago, people at that time would have said that they were only available to aliens.
The times are developing too fast and people cannot help but accept it.
Old man Ma squinted his eyes and fumbled for the app. Qin Mengmeng stretched her neck to secretly glance at the old man's blessings and longevity.
A fortune of 100,000 is enough.
It’s not a lot. Qin Mengmeng has only been live streaming for half a month and this is the number.
He lived for 23 years.
...Then he looked down at the old man's gray hair and hunched back.
Still quite alive...
He can definitely live to be a hundred years old, there is absolutely nothing wrong with him.
And then there is the last item.
Cultivation.
Qin Mengmeng looked at the backend accounts of Yu Jiuye, Qin Chuan and Zhang Sanri, and the cultivation columns of the three were all unceremoniously zero.
Old Man Ma was the first accomplished person she had ever met.
Qin Mengmeng was extremely curious.
I stared with wide eyes, only to see three question marks in that column.
???
Qin Mengmeng: “???”
“What does this mean???” Qin Mengmeng didn’t care that she was actually peeping, and pointed at the three question marks and asked Old Man Ma.
"You have some skills, right?"
Old Man Ma took a look and said, "Oh, then maybe I don't have any cultivation. I haven't practiced."
Qin Mengmeng: “???”
"If I had practiced, how could I not have solved the problem with the pony last time?"
"Didn't you catch ghosts before?"
Qin Mengmeng listened to Old Man Ma in a daze: "Catching ghosts and practicing Taoism are not the same thing."
"Law is law, technique is technique, and Tao is Tao. I am just an official. How much I can do depends mainly on my position."
“I’m just a worker.”
"If I quit, or die, this number will probably become zero."
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