I was stunned by his words, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I have a way to get you out of this predicament, but you have to send me to the end."

After a pause, he deliberately added: "If you want to wear linen and filial piety, you will also give me a mourning basin."

"In the future, I have to sweep the grave during the New Year's holidays, and I can't let my grave be too dirty."

……

Huang Bengui made a lot of requests to himself, and I listened to it with a confused face.

Leaving aside the truth of this matter, the question is, who would use this kind of thing in exchange with people?

After a while, I tentatively spoke, "Sir, can I ask why?"

Huang Bengui took out a folded piece of paper from his arms, patted it gently in front of me, and pouted at me again.

Obviously, this is for me to open up and see.

I opened the paper suspiciously, and saw three big words: diagnosis.

The most striking is the following diagnosis, liver cancer.

No wonder his face is so ugly, and he is already terminally ill.

"I still have three or two days to go, and today we meet each other, and it's also fate."

"I'll do you a favor, you can send me a funeral, okay?"

Huang Bengui asked again, but I didn't respond directly.

As far as I know, liver cancer is a very serious disease, and even if it doesn't die for a while, it must be very painful.

How can a person who even has a problem walking have the heart to help someone wipe their buttocks?

I returned the certificate to him and asked, "Listen to the old man, you already know your birthday?"

"That's nature."

A touch of pride actually appeared on Huang Bengui's face: "I will only look at the qi technique in my life, and I naturally know what the qi in my body is like."

"Boy, don't talk to me here, I tell you that the illness is real, but I didn't take medicine or receive treatment."

Ants still steal life, and those who want to die will also survive when they die.

This is human nature, and no one can change it.

Obviously, according to Huang Bengui, he is going against human nature.

I cleared my throat and comforted, "Although you and I are both from the Xuanmen, sometimes, we should still believe in medicine."

"If you can live, don't give up."

I pursed my mouth and said something that I didn't know who I was comforting: "Can you still say two things in the next life, you should cherish it, you still have to cherish it."

"Hahahahaha."

My comfort caused Huang Bengui to laugh heartily: "You young man, you speak quite thoroughly."

Huang Bengui raised his hand and counted the time: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is getting closer and closer, I want to walk Xuanyue again***."

"You're right, while you're alive, cherish and enjoy."

"I have no children, no daughters in my life, and I have no worries, only Xuanyue *** is my favorite."

As soon as he reminded me of this, I remembered that Xuanyue *** was about to arrive.

This is a kind of *** within Taoism, which is never open to the outside.

It's better to say it's a ritual.

A month before the beginning of Xuanyue***, the Taoist priests from all over the world were about to set off, walking all the way, begging for food and clothing when passing through various places.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, they will stop at a certain place, burn the begging objects, and pray for the blessings of good men and women.

Since Xuanyue *** does not have a fixed route, and the departure time is also different, this leads to many high-ranking people passing by Mo Nan recently.

Moreover, those who can participate in this kind of mage are nine times out of ten decent people.

Those gods who hope to make a fortune by being deceived will not be willing to endure such hardship.

This may be an opportunity for me.

Huang Bengui laughed again: "If it weren't for the lack of time, I would really want to be friends with this young man of you!"

His hearty laughter made it impossible to associate him with someone who was about to reach his limit.

"Okay, there's not much time in the first place, so you can think about what I'm talking about."

"But there is a price to be paid for."

Huang Bengui's smile gradually faded, and he sighed earnestly, waiting for my next step.

I had a vague sense of foreboding, and asked in a low voice, "What ......is the price?"

"You were rushed by the evil spirit before, and now you are being targeted by the god of mourning, these two bad things together are a good thing."

"As long as you become a boy of the mourning star, that bad luck will naturally not dare to do anything to you, and this matter will be solved."

I looked at his expression, obviously he didn't finish his words, and I could only nod first.

Huang Bengui took off his sunglasses and stared at me with his eyes: "The price is that you have to leave the crowd, and the closer you are, the more you have to stay away."

"Whoever comes near you will be unlucky."