90,000 Years of Longevity

At Fragrant Hill, there was a large number of staffs who were trotting back and forth to clean the scene.

"Sir, I'm sorry, Fragrant Hill is closed today, we're not receiving guests..." A staff member stretched out his hand to block in front of an imposing male tourist who was about to go up the mountain and began to persuade him.

"Fragrant Hill can still be closed? I'm not interested to know about other tourists, but do you know who I am? There are not many people who dare to stop me in Hebei!" The tourist was a little impatient and groaned out a strong breath from his body.

Screech!

But, just after his words fell.

On the large square at the entrance of Fragrant Hill, a red flag car drove slowly, and when it stopped, it made a 'snort'.

In front of the license plate number was a neat string of 0000.

After he saw this car and its license plate, the tourist swallowed fiercely, and a lot of sweat suddenly poured on his forehead.

"Umm, how do we leave?" When he looked at the staff this time, his voice became more and more polite.

And that car was just the beginning.

Then, the second, third, fourth...

The brand of every car looked scary.

Besides the cars, there were also countless bodyguards.

Moreover, in addition to these cars, in the following time, helicopters quickly entered this area, and countless bigwigs walked out of it.

These people all had a common characteristic – they were very old.

Even if there were juniors by chance, they were always next to an old man.

These people, without exception, were all rich people from the old Hebei Province era, or people in power.

As more and more people gathered, this place gradually became lively again. Some big people, after meeting each other, they all guessed in a low voice.

"This time the mountain is opened, is something going to happen in this world?" A majestic man standing at the bottom of the mountain squinted his eyes from time to time. He also occasionally raised his head and looked into the depths of the Fragrant Hill, frowning, his tone was a bit solemn when he spoke.

"There must be something going on. Well, who is Li Qingfeng? It is said that he is almost 140 years old this year, right? The last time I saw him, I had just returned from the battlefield. At that time, I didn't care about life or death. But when I saw him, it seemed that everything about me was seen through in an instant, and there was a fear of death directly from the bottom of my heart. That person has obviously lived for over 100 years already, but his face was very ruddy as if he was carrying a baby-like face instead. Since this kind of existence is awakened again, something big is really going to happen." Next to the majestic man, an old man with a cane trembles slightly. His eyes were full of expectation. Even if fear from that time came up again, he still wanted to see the old man again.

There were a lot of discussions around.

Soon, someone said again, "I am afraid that the Heavenly Fortune-Teller is already 140 years old according to what my ancestor said. That man was born in the late Qing Dynasty. According to legend, he is a descendant of Li Buyi. The most important thing was that in that era, the Heavenly Fortune-Teller even ignored the imperial power in the late Qing Dynasty. Later, Empress Dowager Cixi had waited three days and three nights under the Fragrant Hill in order ask him to read the nation's fortune, but in the end, she could still not see him."

"There was such a thing?" A young junior couldn't help but exclaimed when he heard these rumors.

The man continued, "Of course there was! Everyone knew how terrible Cixi's methods were when the government was turbulent at that time. But the Heavenly Fortune-Teller still ignored her… and nothing happened to him at all, and he even lived unscathed to the present."

"Unbelievable!"

"There is nothing inconceivable about this. Li Qingfeng's power in Hebei and even the whole country is terrible. He can break the secrets of heaven, eliminate bad luck, and he even has countless friends from the business circle, politics, and even black forces from the underground world. It's not even an exaggeration to say that any force you can think of; all have contact with this Heavenly Fortune-Teller."

"Then why is he in retreat?"

"No one knows this. 40 years ago, it was not known why he directly declared to close the mountain to the outside world. Then the attic where he lived was wrapped in thick fog, and no one could enter without his permission. Actually, many powerful people also tried to find him. Some people searched in the mountain for ten days and ten nights, but they could not find even his shadow. Some people even paid their lives for it. As time passed, no one dared to rush to disturb his life anymore. If it weren't for the announcement this time, I'm afraid that many people would think that the Heavenly Fortune-Teller was already dead."

"Yes, I think so too, but now that the mountain has opened, then the fortune-teller Li Qingfeng must still be alive."

At the bottom of Fragrant Hill, those people kept talking.

But even so, no one dared to climb the mountain rashly. 

Instead, they were all waiting at the foot of the mountain. Their eyes were burning with expectations, waiting for Li Qingfeng to send someone to come down to pick them up.

Time went by.

In a blink of an eye, more than two hours passed.

The sun rose from the east and gradually rose.

The sunlight shone on everyone, and because there were too many people on the scene, the air became hot.

Sweat dripped on everyone's face.

But even so, no one was impatient.

On the contrary, they stood straighter, and the expressions on their faces slowly became more respectful because they were afraid that at that time, they would leave a bad impression in front of the people that Li Qingfeng sent to them.

Three hours later.

On a bluestone trail leading to the Fragrant Hill, a middle-aged man walked lightly.

He was dissatisfied with his speed.

The clothes he wore were also very ordinary which looked no different from ordinary people.

However, when this person appeared, no matter how big backing those nobles under the mountain had, they could not help but hold their breath, staring straight to the front, and the expectations in their eyes skyrocketed countless times again.

The middle-aged man walked down.

The scene was extremely silent.

When the middle-aged man stood still, the scene suddenly became an uproar.

"Sir, is the Heavenly Fortune-Teller still safe?" The man standing in the front was extremely majestic, his hair was combed high, his forehead was exposed, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled. When he spoke, his voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, what is going on this time?"

"Is Mr. Li Qingfeng willing to tell everyone a fortune?"

"By the way, where is he, sir?"

There were so many voices around, almost everyone was asking.

These sounds mixed together and the scene seemed to be a mess.

...

On the other side...

At Peking University, in front of the bookstore, Ye Bei once again set up a fortune-telling stall.

Opening the wooden door, the white cloth was placed on the street again, but the line of words on it became a little different.

Every word was still vigorous and powerful.

Every stroke was extremely profound.

This time, there were ten characters in total.

"One look, heaven's secret breaks. One look, life, and death are exposed."

The white cloth and black letters looked domineering to the extreme.

But Ye Bei was still wearing a white shirt, sitting quietly in front of the door, his gaze was indifferent as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him.