The words of the big tree made Qin Xianglin very moved. The only relative in this world, this is a very heavy sentence, and it is not something to be proud of.

Qin Xianglin patted Da Shu's shoulder, his heart was sour, but there was a smile on his face, this was a smile of relief, and then he patted Xia Qingqing's back sideways, and handed Xia Qingqing a napkin to wipe his tears.

"I've lived for twenty-three years, and from childhood to adulthood, there have been many people who want me to die, but they haven't succeeded." Qin Xianglin's expression was calm, but there was a bit of ridicule in his tone, "This time, God has made a move, but it may not be possible!" ”

Although Qin Xianglin said it easily, none of the people present felt relaxed.

"Master Qin, the reason why I want to find you is to tell you that we can help you!" Quicksand said.

Qin Xianglin just nodded, and there was not much enthusiasm on his face.

"Today, let's just drink and don't talk about anything else!" After Qin Xianglin finished speaking, he poured a glass of wine, put it in front of the big tree, and said to the others: "Come one by one, I'll have a drink with the big tree first!" ”

Quicksand looked at Qin Xianglin, and the admiration in his heart arose. A person who can calmly face the impending death is the performance of a strong person.

Qin Xianglin drank calmly with everyone, and told jokes from time to time, but Da Shu, Hu Bing and Xia Qingqing couldn't be happy anymore.

In the afternoon of the next day, Qin Xianglin went to a hotel to bring Pope James, it was a tall old man with silver hair and blue eyes, the last time he was in the church, Qin Xianglin had seen this Pope.

Next to the Pope is Alice, the sexy beauty who wants to kill Qin Xianglin. On the other side of the Pope is a figure about two meters tall, strong as a black bear, and as black as a black bear—Diber.

Pope James was dressed in church clothes, tall and majestic last time, especially his dark blue eyes, which looked bright.

I don't know why, this made Qin Xianglin unconsciously think of Chenlong, the little lizard. Maybe it's because Chenlong also has such a pair of dark blue and bright eyes.

When the Pope saw Qin Xianglin coming, he stood up to greet Qin Xianglin, and politely stretched out his hand to shake hands with Qin Xianglin.

The Pope's hands are large, with strong yellow fluff on them, and he can speak Mandarin fluently.

"Mr. Qin, I said goodbye last time, I was in a hurry!" Pope James said with a smile.

Qin Xianglin nodded, smiled and looked at the black charcoal-like Diber, Qin Xianglin still remembered very clearly the quintessence that Diber scolded at the door of the church - "Stupid!" ”

The Pope and Qin Xianglin sat opposite each other, and Quicksand and the others stood behind the Pope. The Pope stirred the coffee with a silver spoon, and the aroma spread out in all directions.

His movements are not slow or hurried, his strength is neither light nor heavy, and he looks very elegant.

Qin Xianglin looked at the cup of coffee in front of him, shook the cup, took a big sip, and felt very sticky when he was bitter, although he also felt the aroma of coffee beans, but he didn't like it very much. I think the taste is like some kind of additive.

Previously, the East called itself the "State of Etiquette". Now, whoever says that again, then he is mocking the East.

"Mr. Qin, I regret that I have already told me about your affairs and quicksand, but I am also confident enough to change my life for you!" Said the Pope.

As he spoke, the silver cross on the church garment swayed slightly, looking glittering in the light.

In such a thing as wearing gold and silver, the West should learn from the East.

Qin Xianglin nodded and said, "Thank you!" Then, ask, "How do you do that?" ”

The Pope took a sip of coffee and wiped his mouth with a napkin on the table before he said: "The East is called metaphysics, the West is called occultism, the occult in the West is closely linked to Western medicine, and the Eastern metaphysics is equally closely linked to Chinese medicine, in a way, it is the same, Eastern metaphysics...... I won't talk about it. In the West, we are in close contact with Western medicine, transforming at the most subtle level to cope with what is to come! ”

The Pope said it very professionally, but Qin Xianglin roughly understood. Because, the most basic and core connotation of the Pope's words is not much different from metaphysical knowledge. But what Qin Xianglin doesn't understand is that the fate of people in Oriental metaphysics pays attention to the eight characters of birth and feng shui. Well, what about the West?

"What if the magnetic field of the individual is determined in Western occultism? For example, the East has a birthday! Qin Xianglin asked.

The Pope nodded, smiled and said to Qin Xianglin, "You are a smart person, and you ask very good questions!" Then the Pope looked back at Black Carbon.

Diber nodded, and walked to the side of the box, from which he took out a delicate leather box that looked like a lockbox.

The Pope skillfully opened the box, and then, inside the box, took out an instrument, which was like a plate. It's like there's sand in there.

"Mr. Qin, this thing is an instrument, I can use this instrument to measure the Five Elements aura on your body!" Said the Pope.

For the first time, Qin Xianglin heard that things that cannot be seen or touched such as the five elements of yin and yang can also be measured with instruments.

"Mr. Qin, you can put your hand on it and try it!" Said the Pope.

Qin Xianglin looked at the Pope suspiciously. Quicksand added on the side: "Master Qin, when you put it on, there will be a feeling of electric current passing through, a little numb!" ”

"Oh!" Qin Xianglin hesitated for a moment, but still gently put his hand on the instrument.

Then, Qin Xianglin saw that in the sand table, the subtle quicksand was moving.

"Good! Mr. Qin can raise his hand! Said the Pope. Qin Xianglin raised his hand, and the Pope looked at the sand table and wrote down a number on the sheet: 10.

"Mr. Qin, the five elements are five elements, so you must test it five times!" The Pope explained. Qin Xianglin nodded, and then according to the Pope's arrangement, he kept putting his hand on it to test, a total of five times.

Each time, the pope wrote something on a blank piece of paper.

When the test was over, the Pope handed the blank piece of paper to Qin Xianglin to see.

Qin Xianglin took it and saw that it was written: gold, 10. Wood, 70. Water, 70. Fire, 95. Earth, 60.

"According to the eight-character numerology, Mr. Qin, you are called the Five Elements of Fire and Prosperity, which is dry!" Said the Pope

Qin Xianglin was stunned in his heart, "This conclusion is correct!" At the same time, I once again recalled my birthday in my heart.

"The five elements of the Pope are roughly good, but what about yin and yang?" Qin Xianglin asked.

When the Pope heard this, he immediately explained: "This five elements of yin and yang are also among them, but it takes a little longer to measure!" ”

Qin Xianglin nodded, looking at his palm in disbelief.

But if you think about it, you don't think it's right, and this test may not be accurate.

"Pope, there is a certain difference between the occult and science, and scientific things may not be able to explain them!" Qin Xianglin said.

The Pope smiled slightly and said very politely: "Mr. Qin, I understand what you mean, but, I said, metaphysics is also a science, don't you know if you can accept it?" ”

Qin Xianglin looked at the Pope's dark blue eyes and was silent for a while before he continued: "I accept the statement that metaphysics is also a science, but science at this stage is completely unable to explain many things!" ”

"Oh?" The Pope frowned, "Mr. Qin might as well say it and take a look!" ”

Qin Xianglin was stunned, as if he couldn't think of anything concrete. Like a puppet? But Qin Xianglin has never seen it, and he can't really determine its existence. Even if it exists, it may be an energy, and this energy may be measurable.

Qin Xianglin couldn't come up with an example of how to refute this instrument, but he always felt that something was wrong.

For example, Western medicine is a sophisticated discipline, which is getting better and better in various clinical trials, which cannot be compared with Chinese medicine. Qin Xianglin also felt that this point was not necessarily, but he just couldn't find a strong example to prove it.

Suddenly, Qin Xianglin seemed to think of a method, which might be implemented immediately, to frustrate the Pope's spirit on the spot. So, he said to the Pope: "Let me test again!" ”