I'm in trouble, I'm in big trouble! If I really offend such an expert, he might just leave. What about Tu Ranran, the little princess of the Yellow Soil Sect? Who would treat her?
Fortunately, Lin Dongfang didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.
"That's your problem." Lin Dongfang said indifferently.
"Yes, yes!" Tu Wanghai didn't mention these things anymore. Instead, he looked at Lin Dongfang anxiously. "Then … my granddaughter's illness?"
"She is a patient. A mad dog is a mad dog. Since I'm here, there's no reason for me to ignore her." Lin Dongfang was clear about gratitude and grudges. "However, I've already given her the treatment plan. Either she follows me and I guarantee that she will live to fifteen, or you take her away. I'm afraid she won't be able to survive next year!"
"This …" Tu Wanghai immediately fell into a dilemma. He wouldn't feel at ease if Tu Ranran stayed here alone. Tu Ranran was only two years old. She didn't know anything and couldn't remember anything …
As for Tu Wanghai, he was the sect master of the Yellow Soil Sect. Naturally, he couldn't leave the sect and stay with Tu Ranran!
However, if he didn't agree, Tu Ranran might die. Tu Wanghai felt that Lin Dongfang wasn't being alarmist. Many doctors had seen her and said that Tu Ranran wouldn't live past three years old. Hence, Tu Wanghai was in a dilemma.
"Old man, do you want me to read your fortune for you? It's very cheap. Just one million. " Just as Tu Wanghai was hesitating, a voice came from beside him. It gave him a fright. He quickly turned his head and saw a fortune-teller dressed in Daoist attire beside Lin Dongfang's medicine stall!
The stall of the person dressed in Daoist attire was very simple. There was only a small banner with the words: "Ancestral fortune-telling. No refunds. Only one hundred!"
Tu Wanghai saw that the banner only required one hundred and was instantly angered. "Do you think I don't know how to read? Only one hundred and you want me to pay one million? "
"What kind of person is the price. Forget it if you don't want it. Just don't regret it." The fortune-teller dressed in Daoist attire shook his head and didn't mind.
"Only a ghost would believe you!" Tu Wanghai snorted and turned around, ignoring him.
If it was any other time, he would definitely teach this profiteer a lesson. But today, he was not in the mood, nor did he want to complicate matters.
"You're right. Even ghosts believe in me." The Taoist fortune-teller nodded.
However, Tu Wanghai ignored him and pretended not to hear anything. He treated this Daoist fortune-teller as an ordinary swindler.
However, at this time, an old farmer walked over to the fortune-teller's stall. He respectfully handed over a hundred dollar bill and asked sincerely, "Mr. Mo, may I ask when it will rain? The melons in my field are dying of drought. If it doesn't rain within a month, I will take my son and daughter-in-law to work elsewhere and give up on our melon fields! Please give me a suggestion! "
"Let's go back. It's going to rain today!" the fortune-teller called Mr. Mo said without even trying to predict the future.
"Ah? Is it going to rain today? That's great, that's great, I'll go back and wait for you. "The farmer said with endless gratitude.
"You're welcome." This Mr. Mo was naturally Lin Dongfang's good friend of many years, Mo Kongwen.
"Ha! What a joke! " Tu Wanghai was vexed and did not know what to do. When he heard such a huge 'scam', he immediately found a way to vent. "It's going to rain today? How can it rain on such a sunny day? Do you think you're a weather forecaster? Rain on a sunny day? Drenching a tortoise? Old farmer, you've been scammed! "
"Idiot, drenching a tortoise. I'll be drenching you in a while!" The farmer looked at Tu Wanghai with disdain. He curled his lips and turned to leave.
"You … don't know what's good for you!" Tu Wanghai was infuriated. However, as an Ancient Era cultivator, why would he bother with an old farmer? He could only shake his head gloomily.
"You … don't know what's good for you!" Tu Wanghai was infuriated. However, as an Ancient Era cultivator, why would he bother with an old farmer? He could only shake his head gloomily. He was dissatisfied with this fortune-teller who took advantage of the situation and felt that it was a pity for the old farmer's stupidity.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden "boom" in the clear sky. A sudden clap of thunder was heard, followed by a flash of lightning. Following that, a heavy downpour poured down from the sky, directly drenching Tu Wanghai's heart!
However, at this moment, Tu Wanghai did not feel that he was unlucky to be drenched by the rain. Deep in his heart, he was deeply shocked! He turned his head and looked at the calm Mo Kongwen in disbelief. He suddenly came to a realization. "Sir, I'm sorry. I was rude just now …"
"You're not as old as me. You don't have to flaunt your seniority in front of me." Mo Kongwen said faintly. "As for whether I was rude or not, there's no way to talk about it. You're not my customer. You can say whatever you want!"
Tu Wanghai was a Heaven-ranked cultivator. He did not think that Mo Kongwen was faking it previously. This heavy downpour came without any warning. Even he did not notice it. It seemed like Mo Kongwen really had some skills.
Therefore, Tu Wanghai immediately became extremely respectful. "Senior, in your opinion … I should now …"
Mo Kongwen stretched out his hand and gestured with his finger.
"Tu Qingshui, come out!" Tu Wanghai turned his head and looked in the direction of the rubbish pile. "Don't play dead! I'll punish you when we get back! "
"Yes … Sect Master …" Tu Qingshui hurriedly climbed out of the rubbish pile and walked over carefully. There were still two broken vegetable leaves on his head, and it was raining. He looked like a drowned rat, and he was as pathetic as one could imagine!
"Give me the checkbook!" Tu Wanghai said.
"Yes!" Tu Qingshui quickly took out the checkbook from his backpack and passed it to Tu Wanghai.
Tu Wanghai did not say anything else. He immediately signed a one million check and passed it to Mo Kongwen. "Senior, you see …"
"If you hand your granddaughter over to Old Lin for treatment, I can guarantee that not only will your granddaughter not die before she turns three, she won't die before she turns fifteen …" Mo Kongwen accepted the check and said casually, "Moreover, she will live to a hundred years old and bring good fortune to your entire sect!"
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