Grandpa was surprised: "You mean, you have predicted that you will die in three days?" ”

Yang Daoren shook his head painfully and said, "No." ”

"What's going on here?" Grandma was more anxious than Grandpa.

That was a few days ago. It was a rare sunny day, and Daoist Yang enjoyed the brilliant sunshine in a rare tranquility. He sat on the earthn in front of the Taoist temple, squinting his eyes, and the dust in his hand hung on his middle finger. The sun covered him like a warm wool quilt, evaporating the gloomy aura from him.

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