Taoist temple that will cross

Chapter 240 President Ma Is Still Alive?

Cao Yi pondered for a while, then returned his gaze to the little purple tree.

According to the memory of this small purple tree just now, it was sucked in by the gate of eternal life a long time ago. Its name is the tree of soul, also called the tree of memory. In addition to help, you can also record what happened.

At the same time, it is also a divine object, otherwise it would not be possible to achieve Nirvana rebirth immediately after the death of the gate of eternal life.

Now it is only in its infancy state, and its consciousness has not yet fully formed, so it can be said that it is very suitable for cultivation.

Of course, all of this is information from the Soul Treasure Tree, whether it is true or not has yet to be confirmed.

Close your eyes, use the expressive method to communicate with the soul treasure tree, soon the soul seems to be wrapped in a warm current, very comfortable.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

Cao Yi opened his eyes, feeling that his spirit had increased by more than [-]%.

"good"

After Cao Yi nodded approvingly, his eyes swept across the space, how did he leave here?

"Yes, forget it, get out of here."

Cao Yi was about to ask the system, but he gave up as soon as he yelled a word.He can't afford to ask about this system that burns air like gasoline.

One second, two seconds... 1 minute, still staying in place.

Cao Yi closed his eyes, concentrated his energy, opened them again, closed them again, opened them again... After repeated attempts six or seven times, suddenly, his eyes suddenly returned to the divine hall.

"Finally home"

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps approaching his residence in the world of Wandering Earth.

The grandfather of the protagonist Liu Qi, the father-in-law of the astronaut Liu Peiqiang, and the post-[-] old man, Han Ziang is here.

Cao Yi got up and entered the passage, with the wind blowing under his feet, he walked through the passage hundreds of meters long and came to the residence in a blink of an eye.Use the soil to seal the exit.

Suspected Han Ziang's footsteps were less than a hundred steps away from the door.

Cao Yi sat cross-legged on the futon, quietly waiting for Han Ziang's arrival.

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door.

"The door is not locked"

Squeak, the door opened from the outside, and an old man with a familiar face of the post-[-]s and post-[-]s came in.

"Sir, please sit down"

Cao Yi raised his finger to the futon beside him.

The old man clasped his hands, came to the front, sat down cross-legged, and said softly, "Hello, Taoist priest, my name is Han Ziang, and I am a senior driver. I don't know what happened recently. I'm always restless and can't sleep well." Do you have Dungeon Syndrome?"

Cao Yi cast his piercing eyes, and immediately saw the black air rising from the top of Han Ziang's head, as well as the looming blood in it.

Immediately tearing off his golden eyes, he calmly pushed the cup of tea in front of him, "After walking such a long way, I should be thirsty, drink tea first."

Only then did Han Ziang notice the teacup, and after picking it up, he froze.

Cao Yi also picked up the cup and was about to drink, "Why doesn't the old man drink?"

"Is there tea in this cup?"

Han Ziang's cloudy eyes widened, as if he saw something unbelievable.

"Um"

Cao Yi nodded.

In modern times, Xu Keming forwarded many teas presented by him, such as Huangshan Maofeng of Wangmantian brand, Lantian Yuye of Xinyang Maojian tea king, Fenghuang Dancong Songzhong No. 1, all of which are said to be in the millions one kilogram.

But to him, there is no difference, they are all tea leaves.

Han Ziang licked his lips, glanced at Cao Yi, brought the teacup to his mouth with trembling hands, took a sip, then his eyes lit up, and regardless of the heat, he gulped it down.

"The old man likes it. When I leave next time, Pindao will give you some."

Cao Yi said.

Han Ziang quickly waved his hand, "How can I accept such a precious thing as tea?"

Cao Yi smiled lightly.

"The Taoist leader is not simple. For a long time, tea is such a precious thing that only a big man like Mr. Ma can afford it."

Han Ziang sighed.

"Mr. Ma? Which Mr. Ma?"

Cao Yi asked.

"Which one else can it be, CEO of Alipay?"

Han Ziang's eyes were full of envy.

"President Ma is still alive?"

Even though he was used to storms, Cao Yi was slightly surprised.

According to the information on the encyclopedia, Pay BMW was always born in 110, and now it is [-]. In other words, Mr. Ma has lived to be [-] years old. As a half-time man, he is too alive.

"Mr. Ma is only seven years older than me, and the living conditions are so good, it's not normal to live."

In the middle of speaking, Han Ziang stopped. Could it be that this Taoist priest who can take out tea leaves got some inside information.

Cao Yi realized in an instant that this President Ma should be Ma Yun's son Ma Yuankun.

Ma Yuankun was born in [-], just seven years older than Han Ziang, who was born in [-].

"The news said that Mr. Ma will come to Beijing for a meeting in the next two days, and it seems that he can't come. People, no matter how rich they are, there are still days to escape."

Han Ziang sighed.

"Pindao asked casually, you are overthinking."

Cao Yi said lightly.

Han Ziang let out an oh, and continued the question when he came: "Master, I heard that you are an expert in mental health, do you think my symptoms are dungeon syndrome?"

"You are a senior transporter driver, and you are on it all year round. How did you get Dungeon Syndrome?"

Cao Yi asked back.

"Right"

Han Ziang laughed.

Soon, he suppressed his smile and asked in a low voice, "Master Daoist, do you know how to tell fortunes?"

Are the post-[-] generation also so superstitious?
"know a little"

Cao Yi said modestly.

Han Ziang continued: "Master Daoist, how long can I live? Although my son-in-law is coming back soon, I still can't let go of my two grandchildren."

Cao Yi picked up the cup and took another sip of tea, and said, "When you came in just now, Pindao had already done the calculation for you."

Han Ziang leaned forward a little, "How long can I live?"

"Less than three days"

Cao Yi said calmly.

Han Ziang was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "Master, are you kidding me?"

"Pindao never jokes"

Cao Yi looked very serious.

Last time, there was a tens of billionaire who lost all his wealth just because he joked with him, and almost died.

"Master Dao, I may have come to the wrong place, thank you for the tea."

Han Ziang stood up, cupped his hands, and walked out.

"Go back and see what's missing"

Cao Yi said something casually.

Han Ziang paused and walked out.

Then, with a creak, the door closed.

Cao Yi took out a classic and read it leisurely.

Three hours later, Han Ziang left and returned.

A look of disbelief: "Master Dao, my car card is missing."

"Um"

Cao Yi didn't raise his head.

Han Ziang walked up to him, sat down, and asked anxiously, "Master Daoist, do I really have less than three days left to live?"

"Not anymore"

Cao Yi raised his head and smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)