The man was silent for a long time until his wife called.
"Let's try the first method first."
"Sure, let me know if you want to go to Longhu Mountain. I can introduce you to someone."
"A Taoist cultivator?"
"Yes."
"Thank you so much. Here's the fee."
Wang Yao asked for a small fee. He was very interested in the young man's illness.
To be honest, he thought the possibility of the first method was almost zero. It might only shake his determination to cultivate. The second and third methods were more suitable. However, there was a certain risk. The young man's parents were not willing to try them.
In the small courtyard in the mountain village …
Jia Zizai looked at the Poison Master lying on the ground with a cigarette in his mouth.
"To be honest, I'm a little gloating." He blew out a smoke ring.
"Are you so weak that you don't even have the strength to open your mouth and curse?" I've had the same feeling before, "Jia Zizai said.
"Mr. Wang seems to be a mountain hermit who stands aloof from worldly affairs. If you really annoy him, I guess you can only escape to a corner abroad. Otherwise, you will end up like this." Jia Zizai squatted on the ground and talked to himself.
"Mr. Wang said you can live for three days. Ah, no, it's two days. Enjoy your last time."
After saying these words, he got up and left.
"There are still two days. I don't want to live for a moment. I'd rather die now!" The Poison Master, who was lying on the ground, thought.
He wanted to die but couldn't.
It was a great sorrow, but there was nothing he could do.
Thousands of miles away, on Sanqing Mountain …
An old Taoist in his 60s looked at the young man standing in front of him in surprise.
He was very surprised because there was actually someone who wanted to become an immortal in this era. This was not a realistic idea. He wanted to persuade this young man, but he found that this young man was extremely stubborn. Moreover, he even wanted to discuss the Dao with him. What a joke! He had been cultivating on this mountain for decades. A young man who looked like he was in his twenties actually wanted to discuss the Dao with him. Then he would let this young man know the immensity of heaven and earth.
Therefore, the old man and the young man discussed the Dao halfway up the mountain under the forest. The result surprised the old man. This young man not only read the Dao Scriptures, but also had a good understanding of the Dao. He was very familiar with it and spoke clearly and logically. In the end, he didn't win, and the young man didn't win either. The two of them fought to a draw.
"Young man, you are very knowledgeable. I admit that. But you are too stubborn. It is better to not have books than to believe in books. Many of the things you learn have been tested and proven to be wrong," said the old priest.
"You are quite knowledgeable," the young man said. "You are different from those Taoists. Isn't the purpose of cultivation to become an immortal?"
"You are wrong, young man. Cultivating the Dao requires cultivating the mind. You are too obsessed with becoming an immortal. Instead, you are at a disadvantage."
"What do you mean by superior and inferior? Let me ask you, then why are you cultivating in this deep mountain?"
"In the beginning, it was to escape," the old man said. "It was to make a living. I didn't have any profound thoughts at all. Later, I gradually liked it. On this mountain, my heart and body are at peace. I am carefree, so I cultivated the Dao."
"So, your motives were not pure at the beginning?"
"Indeed."
The young man was stunned. He didn't expect the old Taoist to be so honest. His eyes were very calm and calm. This state of mind was indeed impressive.
"I still want to cultivate immortality."
"As you wish," the old Taoist said with a smile. He saw that the young man in front of him was so stubborn, so he didn't say anything more.
"Is there an old Taoist who is more profound than you on this mountain?"
"Yes, you can walk around. Maybe you will meet him."
"Okay!"
The young man continued to go up the mountain with a determined look.
"Ah, he has fallen into the devil's path." The old man looked at the back of the skinny young man and sighed.
In today's society, science and technology were so advanced. Why would anyone still think of such unrealistic things?
The young man walked around Sanqing Mountain and met several Taoist priests, but he was very disappointed. These people were just fake Taoists wearing Taoist robes. They were not cultivators at all.
Go down the mountain?
It was late.
He stayed in a Taoist temple on the mountain for the night.
The waning moon was like a hook, and the mountain was empty.
In the courtyard of the Taoist temple, he met an old Taoist priest. He was a little slovenly and sloppy. He couldn't sleep, so he chatted with the old Taoist priest. As they chatted, he was surprised. The old Taoist priest's words made him feel like he had suddenly realized something.
Is this a cultivator?!
He was very shocked and very happy. It was too difficult to cultivate immortality alone. He finally found a fellow cultivator.
That night, he couldn't sleep for a long time.
The old Taoist priest's words made him happy, worried, and suspicious.
His idea of "immortal cultivation" was shaken again.
Between heaven and earth, what is an immortal?
The next day, the morning light was gentle.
He got up early to inquire about the old Taoist priest's whereabouts, but no one in the Taoist temple knew.
Uncle cultivates on this mountain all day. I don't know where he is.
Mount Sanqing was a vast and continuous place. How difficult would it be to find a single person on this mountain?
Forget it. He went down the mountain, feeling a little lost.
I'll go to Longhu Mountain again!
In the Taoist holy land, Taoist Ancestral Court.
Thousands of miles away, in Lianshan County.
Zheng Weijun came to the mountain village to visit Wang Yao.
"Sir, the theme building of Nanshan Pharmaceutical has been completed, and the pharmaceutical equipment is also being installed. It is estimated that it will be operational in another month."
"Good!" Wang Yao replied.
"Are you free today? Let's go have a look."
"Okay, is the afternoon suitable?"
"Yes," Zheng Weijun hurriedly replied.
In the morning, two people had called to say that they wanted to see a doctor, but they hadn't arrived yet. Wang Yao waited there.
Zheng Weijun said a few words. When he saw someone enter the clinic, he took the initiative to leave.
In the morning, the two patients didn't have any major problems.
At noon, Wang Yao specially invited Zheng Weijun to have lunch with him at a restaurant in the village. Then, the two of them went to Nanshan Pharmaceutical in town.
The walls of the courtyard had been surrounded. The theme building had been built. The main ground inside had been hardened. There were also two large trucks loaded with shiny pharmaceutical equipment.
"These are the most advanced pharmaceutical equipment in the country," Zheng Weijun said. "Yes," Zheng Weijun said.
The two of them walked around the newly built factory area.
After walking to a corner in the northwest, Wang Yao pointed at the open space. "That place needs to be changed."
"How do you change it?"
"Put a piece of your hand in this position." Wang Yao walked to a place. With a little force from his feet, the ground that had not hardened collapsed.
Zheng Weijun hurriedly gestured to the casual person next to him. After a short while, the person in charge of the construction there immediately trotted over.
"Sir, what kind of stone is suitable?"
"Well, the nearby mountain rocks will do. The width and height can't be less than two meters. About three meters is most suitable."
"I heard you. Find a better one," Zheng Weijun said to the person in charge.
"Okay, Chief Zheng."
After the matter was arranged, Zheng Weijun asked curiously, "Sir, is there a problem here?"
"There is something wrong with the aura here," Wang Yao said.
When he stood in the position just now, he felt a slightly cold aura blowing from the southwest position. It was uncomfortable, so he thought of setting a stone there to go out.
"Aura? Sir, are you proficient in feng shui?"
"Well, it's just a feeling," Wang Yao said with a smile.
The so-called feng shui was actually the aura between heaven and earth.
The two of them walked around the factory and finally looked at the equipment that had been installed. A professional engineer next to them introduced the equipment to the two of them.
"This will cost a lot of money, right?"
"Well, good things naturally have a good price," Zheng Weijun said. "If we want to use it here, we will use the best." He had now given up the struggle for power in his family. He had taken the initiative to give up the voice of several cities in the south and the shares of the factory. He only had one request, which was that the shares belonging to the Zheng family in the pharmaceutical company all belonged to him alone. The family had already agreed. Now, Wang Yao was the largest shareholder of the pharmaceutical company. The second was him. He also had the management power here. This was something that had been decided when the pharmaceutical company was established.
"Sir, I plan to live here for a long time in the future," Zheng Weijun said. Zheng Weijun said. He had basically given up on his family's businesses, so the focus naturally had to be shifted to this place.
"Okay, welcome."
"By the way, I want to buy two houses in the mountain village."
"Yes, there are a lot of restricted houses there."
That afternoon, the son of the Zheng family found Wang Jianli and bought two houses next to each other. He then contacted the relevant personnel to renovate and build.
That night, Wang Zecheng came to Wang Yao's house with things.
"What's the matter?"
"I want to ask, when will the pharmaceutical factory in town start to work?" Wang Zecheng asked with a smile.
"Why, do you want to work there?"
"Yes," Wang Zecheng said. He had seen Wang Yao and Zheng Weijun in town in the afternoon, so he had come over to ask about them later in the evening.
"I'll tell you when the time comes."
"Oh, thank you so much then."
After sitting down and chatting for a while, Wang Zecheng got up and left.
"Wait, just come and sit. Take these things back," Wang Yao said. "Don't spend this money in the future."
"How can I do that?"
"I said take it back, so take it back. I'll keep the fruit. I also have a box of tea. Take it back and let my uncle taste it."
In the end, Wang Zecheng did not refuse Wang Yao. When he left, he was carrying a box of tea in his hand. It was the kind that looked expensive at first glance.
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