Seeing that Meng Ran didn't speak, the old Taoist priest just looked at himself fixedly, and couldn't help frowning, "Little brother?"

"Huh, what's wrong?" Meng Ran looked frightened.

"Little brother has been staring at me, is there something wrong?" the old Taoist priest looked curious.

"No... No. Meng Ran replied insincerely.

"Well, that's ......"

One old and one young, relatively silent in this teahouse.

After a while, Meng Ran opened his mouth and asked, "Then dare to ask Dao Chief, when will I die?"

The old Taoist priest took a sip of tea and said lightly: "Born from the heart, people's lives are changing anytime and anywhere, and the specific old Taoist can't say, but this calamity should appear in the next few years." ”

Meng Ran's brows furrowed, and a haze suddenly appeared in his heart. If two people say the same thing to you, then you can't help but believe it, even if you say you don't believe it, but in your heart you already have a corresponding reaction. Meng Ran hated this feeling.

He asked in a deep voice, "Is the Dao Elder a member of the Dao Sect?"

The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then pretended to be relaxed, "Why did the little brother say this?"

The old man's reaction was seen by Meng Ran, and he didn't get to the bottom of it, this old Taoist priest was obviously a member of the Taoist sect, otherwise he wouldn't have said exactly the same thing as Mr. Qi, but he didn't know if they knew each other. However, looking at this situation, the old man may not be able to tell the truth.

Meng Ran shook his head slightly, just frowning.

The old man also wondered in his heart, who was this kid, how could he suddenly ask himself if he was a member of the Taoist Sect, could he see any clues? It's just that how could a layman who was a mortal with the naked eye see through his disguise? Or did he know someone from the Taoist Sect? It's just that he had never heard of anyone in the sect who left a legacy in Hangzhou Mansion. It's weird.

The hearts of the old and the young were full of doubts, but they were unwilling to speak easily.

In the end, Meng Ran was young, and after sitting for a while, he couldn't hold back his temperament, and asked, "Where did the Dao Master come from?"

The old Taoist priest made a sharp move, "Come from where you came from, go where you go." ”

Meng Ran shook his head, "Then what's the matter here?"

"Where the fate goes, it is the fate. ”

Xiaolian, who was sitting on the side, couldn't hold back any longer, "Young master, let's go home, this is a charlatan full of nonsense, let's just ignore him." ”

Meng Ran smiled, and bowed to the old Taoist, "The junior kid is just a layman, and he can't understand the words of the Taoist, so he will leave." ”

As soon as the words fell, Meng Ran and Xiaolian stood up and prepared to leave.

"Don't you want to know how to defuse the scourge of killing?"

Just this sentence was like a spell, freezing Meng Ran in place, and he couldn't move around for half a minute.

At this moment, Meng Ran's forehead was bruised, his hands were clenched into fists, and a faint murderous aura lingered around, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly relaxed, and gently sat back in the seat just now.

Xiaolian was a little puzzled, "Young Master?"

"It doesn't matter. Meng Ran's voice turned out to be a little hoarse in a few breaths, "I want to give Xue'er a gift, you go to the jewelry stall just now to pick a beautiful hairpin, I'll wait for you here." ”

Xiaolian was stunned for a moment, feeling that Meng Ran didn't seem to be joking, so she had to whisper, "Then the young master is waiting for me here, I'll go back when I go." ”

When Xiaolian came out of the teahouse, Meng Ran asked hoarsely, "Please teach me, sir." ”

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly, "It seems that you believe my words." Yes, yes, it looks like you don't deserve to die. In that case, I'll tell you. As long as you worship under the Taoist sect within three years, you can resolve your injustices and get a new life. ”

"Injustice, new life?" Meng Ran looked confused, "Please tell me, sir." ”

The old Taoist priest shook his head, "According to your 'Past Appearance', it is truly an unprecedented miracle that you were born guilty at a young age, unless you are reborn as a soldier." No, no, you don't know how old you are, and you haven't been disarmed in recent years, so what's going on?"

Meng Ran looked at the old Taoist priest with a solemn face, and wanted to ask a question, but he was afraid of disturbing the old man's thoughts.

The old Taoist priest pondered for a while, and slowly spoke: "The past cannot be traced, let the past pass, don't care, don't mind." I'll tell you about you later. ”

Meng Ran nodded lightly.

"According to your 'afterlife', you will have a catastrophe in the next few years, or a false alarm, unscathed, or a tragic disaster. However, if your eyes are peaceful, perhaps you can resolve the calamity by worshipping the Taoist Sect. ”

"Then may I ask the Dao Chief, is the solution to the problem to worship the Taoist Sect?"

"Your countenance shows that if you go east, you may be able to turn evil into good fortune. Shenzhou Da Lu only Taoist Sect's Wuliang Mountain can be said to be the easternmost land, if you can successfully worship the mountain gate, it is possible to turn the danger into a disaster. ”

Meng Ran said gratefully: "Thank you seniors for solving the kid's doubts, and thank you seniors for saving your life." ”

The old Taoist priest waved his hand, "You only have a thirty percent chance to go, why do you want to say thank you?"

Meng Ran's expression was very lost, but he also forced himself to smile, "Whether it is successful or not, thank you seniors." ”

After speaking, Meng Ran bowed deeply again.

The old Taoist priest thought about it again and again, "Okay, no matter what, since you and I are destined, this jade pendant will be given to you, if he is in trouble in the future, he may be able to save your life one or two." ”

He took out a moire jade pendant from his bosom, engraved with the word 'Qing' in ancient seals, and handed it to Meng Ran.

Meng Ran wanted to open his mouth to refuse, but was stopped by the old Taoist, "There is a way to help people to the end, you should just be a help from the old Tao, don't care." ”

At this point, Meng Ran took the jade pendant with both hands and solemnly put it in his arms.

The old Taoist priest waved his hand, "Go, today you and I are fateful, if there is fate, he will meet one day." ”

Meng Ran gave the old man a deep look.

When he looked up, there was nothing in front of him, and the old Taoist priest was already gone.

He pondered over the empty spot. Since this Taoist is a member of the Taoist sect, why does he refuse to admit his identity? Does he have any trouble? Or is he just playing with the world? Why does he give himself divination? Does he have any intentions? But what will he covet himself? Then why does he still point out to himself? Why did he even give him a jade pendant?

Countless questions echoed and entangled in Meng Ran's mind, making him have a splitting headache and a somewhat hideous face.

......

On the other side, the old Taoist priest who left the teahouse looked like he was wandering, and he still looked worried just now. looks lazy, how can there be the fairy wind bones just now.

I only heard him whisper to himself: "What a good seedling, let him go to Wuliang Mountain to try, maybe he can save a life, maybe the Dao Sect can add another excellent disciple." ”

The old Taoist priest hummed an unknown tune and gradually disappeared into the sea of people.

When Xiaolian came back from shopping, she saw Meng Ran with a painful face, and hurriedly asked, "Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

The two sentences were like heavenly sounds, awakening Meng Ran, who was in a daze.

His eyes were red, and he looked at Xiaolian with a very strange look, and it took a long time before he returned to normal.

"I'm fine, just a little bit of a headache, let's go home. Meng Ran said hoarsely.

Xiaolian was a little frightened, so she didn't dare to ask, but just helped Meng Ran out of the teahouse.

Meng Ran, who was uneasy, lay down on the bed to rest soon after returning home. Until the time of the lamp, when Xiaolian came to call him to eat, he was still a little drowsy.

"Young master, it's time to eat. Shall I go to the dining room or shall I bring it to you?"

"Grab some, I don't have much appetite. ”

Xiaolian nodded and went out.

After a while, Xiaolian took some of Meng Ran's favorite food, but he only moved a few chopsticks and barely drank some porridge.

Xiaolian looked at Meng Ran, who was frowning, and didn't persuade again, but quietly sent the things back to the kitchen.

When Xiaolian finished cleaning up and returned to the room, Meng Ran had already covered the quilt and closed her eyes to rest.

Xiaolian had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed and accompany him quietly.

I don't know when, Xiaolian also lay on the head of the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The candles on the table extinguished themselves without wind, and the air was filled with the foul smell of the candles being extinguished.

At this time, Meng Ran was overlooking a bizarre world, where there were brilliant lights everywhere, busy traffic, boxy high-rise buildings everywhere, strange steel boxes running on the road, rumbling 'paper kites' flying in the sky, hurried crowds, an indescribable extravagance and luxury, but there was no blue sea and blue sky, and the air was filled with a strong breath of desire that could not be dissolved, and a sky-high resentment that made the scalp tingle and the back cold.

Meng Ran's body was not controlled by himself, but moved with the wind, he floated from day to night, saw the rivers and rivers, and also saw the desert people, felt the uncivilized breath, and was also scorched by the fireworks in the world.

Finally, he came to the top of a tall building, listened to the cheers of the people of this strange world, looked up at the night sky, and saw the magical sight of the seven stars.

He saw an ethereal, illusory figure leap out of front of his eyes. He tried to reach out and grab the figure, but all he could catch was the cold air.

At this point, he felt as if he was able to move freely, and he walked through the door on the rooftop, and walked down the dark spiral staircase until there were no more stairs to follow. Then he went out through a nearby door, and heard a commotion outside, and then he saw a large crowd of people surrounding a place, where they were pointing fingers and making a great noise.

He was very confused in his heart, pushed aside the crowd, walked into the circle, and saw a figure lying quietly on the ground, dripping with blood.

He had an indescribable urge to turn the man's face around, he wanted to see his face. The uncontrollable thought took control of him, and he crouched on the ground, slowly turning the head of the figure, only to see his own appearance......

Meng Ran sat up suddenly, sweating profusely, he gasped heavily, and his violently beating heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

He sat in the dark for a long time, the first dream he had ever had since he could remember, and the vision in the dream was something he had never imagined before, and the bloody face terrified him.