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There is an old saying: fortune does not come in pairs, and disaster does not come alone.

Zhang Feng had never felt anything about the first half of this sentence, but the second half … Zhang Feng felt that he was truly lucky to be able to survive until now. If he could use a single phrase to describe his entire life, the only way would be to say that he had never seen someone so unlucky before.

During the year he was born, he had nearly drowned in the bathtub due to the nurse's carelessness. He had to save the life in the emergency room for 24 hours before he could recover with great difficulty …

When he was five years old, he climbed a tree with his friends to earn some money, but the other kids were fine when they stepped on an arm-thick branch. The branch he stepped on broke and fell from a height of 10 meters, almost killing him.

The bridge over the river was at least three meters wide, but he just fell down while riding the bike. Even worse, the bike even smashed into him, but he didn't know what he looked like. As a result, his ribs were broken and he had to rest for half a year …

When he was sixteen, he went out to eat barbecue with a few of his high school classmates, but there were two groups of people fighting. The unfortunate him was implicated once again, and he was smashed by two bottles of wine.

Also, when he was fighting with his classmates and other students in university, his robust physique was initially used by his classmates as a trump card. However, before he could even get into a fight, his feet slipped and he fell on the road, then was knocked away by a car on the road. If his father didn't open a hardware factory at home, he would have earned 200,000-300,000 RMB a year.

It could be said that in his entire life, he could be described as having suffered greatly. That's right, he was suffering greatly, and Zhang Feng seriously suspected that he had committed too many evil deeds in his previous life, that he had come here to pay his debt.

Originally, he had scoffed at this kind of thing, but his mother would call him everyday to tell him about it. Helpless, he had to agree, no, today, he would come to Hua City and burn some incense. The tragic fate had come to him yet again. He wanted to spend the money to bribe the Three Purities Holy Man in the Sanqing Temple, but when he touched his wallet, it was gone!

"Who's the one who stole my wallet!?" Were they not afraid of being struck by lightning in front of the Three Purities Dao Sovereign!?

Zhang Feng was about to go crazy from anger, he pointed to the sky and cursed, you have to know, he climbed up the mountain for half a day and lined up for a long time, and finally got here with great difficulty, the money was suddenly stolen, and this trip was made in vain.

But when he thought about the tragic events that had happened to him all these years, he felt that it was normal for that to happen. As a result, his anger soon came to an end, but he still felt extremely bitter in his heart, Could it be that not even Daofather Three Purities could help him? This was their territory …

Seeing him in such a bad mood, the man selling the incense laughed, "Don't worry, owner. There's an old saying that goes, money should be taken away from you. It's not a bad thing to have this kind of thing happen to you, after all, money is not something you can take away with you. As he spoke, he took out three joss sticks from the wooden box and handed them to him.

"Master, I don't have any money to give you …"

"No, who doesn't have a problem in their life? "This is my gift to you."

"Many thanks, master …"

Zhang Feng's heart warmed as he sincerely bowed. His heart was filled with emotion: Today might be the best day of my life …

But at this moment, the tragic luck came true on his body. The moment he received the three incense sticks, he heard a loud bang, and in the blink of an eye, the sky that was originally thousands of miles clear turned into a raging storm. Dark clouds covered the sky, and thunder rumbled.

"Benefactor, the weather has been quite unpredictable recently. The mountain is often struck by lightning and it's quite dangerous. It's not suitable to burn incense today. Let's hurry up and go down the mountain …" The old Daoist looked at the weather and quickly shouted to the people waiting in line. He then packed the incense filled wooden boxes and ran down the mountain.

When the other tourists saw the weather, they also knew that the storm was about to arrive. They hurriedly ran down the mountain, causing Zhang Feng to be stunned. I just got the incense...

In this kind of weather, it was most likely for lightning to strike down. He was afraid that his unlucky self would be struck by lightning, so he turned around and was about to leave, but thinking about how his Sanqing Temple was right in front of him and he had already gotten the incense, could it be that all his efforts had been for naught?

This won't do. Even if I were to be struck to death by lightning, I have to burn the incense today!

He slowly ran towards Sanqing Temple. It was not because he was sincere, but because he did not want to climb the mountain again tomorrow.

"Royal Elder of Three Purities, this brat, Zhang Feng, has been through too much these past few years. "If you three forefathers are truly alive in heaven, then please be merciful and allow me to transport you away as well. Don't make me suffer like this all this time …"

After muttering for a long time, Zhang Feng respectfully stuck the incense in the incense burner and then knelt on the praying mat inside the hall, he kowtowed three times, then stood up and ran down the mountain. But just as he was about to turn around, with a cracking sound, a bolt of lightning struck the roof of the Sanqing Temple, directly striking the statue in the middle. Zhang Feng turned around to look, only to see the ancestor being showered by lightning, his entire body covered in lightning, and then, a ball of white light shot out from the lightning light and into his right eye.

With a miserable Ah scream, Zhang Feng fell to the ground and fainted.

"Fuck, why is it so tragic …" This was the only thought that flashed through his mind before he fainted.

"Little Benefactor, wake up. Wake up, why are you sleeping here …"

When Zhang Feng regained his senses, he heard an anxious shout beside his ear. He slowly opened his eyes and felt a burning pain in his right eye, his vision was blurry, and when he thought about what happened yesterday, his heart trembled.

He hurriedly shook his somewhat heavy head and forcefully blinked his right eye that was in pain. Then, he closed his left eye and slowly opened it nervously. He was suddenly stunned. His eyes were not blind, but there was something wrong with the situation that he saw.

In his right eye, he saw the old Daoist who had given him the incense yesterday anxiously staring at him. The difference was, his entire body was shining with a faint yellow halo, like the rings of a tree, there were 64 of them.

He thought that he was mistaken and hurriedly rubbed his hands. He blinked his eyes and looked over once more. Seeing that it had returned to normal, he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He then looked behind the old Daoist, only to find that nothing had happened to the statue that he had been struck by lightning the day before. Not even a hint of golden paint had fallen off, as if he had only seen an illusion the day before and had just had a dream. However, as he focused his attention, he felt his right eye suddenly grow warm up.

"Hey!" He opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Young Benefactor, what's wrong?" The old Daoist hurriedly asked, seeing his abnormal behavior.

"It's fine, it's fine. I had just finished burning incense yesterday when the rain started falling. Thus, I rested here for the night." I just woke up and I'm still not awake. " Zhang Feng immediately replied. Following that, his attention became lax and the scene in his right eye returned to normal. He couldn't help but think, could it be that the ball of white light that entered my eye yesterday caused some sort of change in it?

"It's good that you're fine. It's good that you're fine."

The old Daoist stood up and saw that the roof of the Sanqing Temple had been struck by lightning. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Speaking of this Sanqing Temple, it really isn't built in a place, the inside of the He Ming Mountain contains iron ores and is often struck by lightning, even the Sanqing Temple itself has been struck quite a few times. Luckily, there are conductive devices underneath the three golden bodies of the Dao Ancestors, if not the three hundred years old Dao Ancestors would have been destroyed a long time ago …"

Eh?

Wait, these three Daofathers have been here for more than three centuries?

The speaker was uninterested, the listener unintentional, Zhang Feng heard the Old Daoist's words, and was startled, then focused on sweeping his right eye over the three Dao Ancestor statues, the halos around the statue appeared again, Zhang Feng counted and found that there were 373 circles of golden halo.

Could it be … These 373 rings of light just happened to represent the time at which this statue had been built?

So he asked: "Master, how many years have you been guarding this Sanqing Temple? It's not rare to see that kind of thunderstorm yesterday, right? "

"I grew up in this Sanqing Temple since I was young. From the age of six, I have been cleaning and cleaning Sanqing Temple with Master, repairing the places where Sanqing Temple were damaged. It can be said that I have been waiting for this Sanqing Temple for 58 years." When he thought of his past, the Daoist priest's eyes filled with a sigh.

"So you're saying... You are 64 years old? "Yo, I really can't tell. Just from your appearance, I thought you were only in your fifties …"

Zhang Feng laughed, but his heart was thumping hard. Just now when he was looking at the Old Daoist, the halo surrounding his body was 64 laps, my god, my eyes really changed! However … What was this? Superpower?

"Hehe, how could he be so young? He's already 64, and will soon be buried."

Thinking back to yesterday, when Zhang Feng lost his wallet, he immediately said: "Didn't you say that your wallet was stolen yesterday? Quickly go down the mountain, there's a police station at the foot of the mountain's commercial street, quickly tell them about the situation, if you drag this on, the police won't be able to help you."

"Oh, thank you for your reminder, master. I'll go down the mountain now …"

Bidding farewell to the old Taoist, Zhang Feng went down the mountain and found the police station mentioned by the old Taoist. After he found the police station, he cooperated with the police in making a statement and left the He Ming Mountain business district. Fortunately, the police station gave him 10 dollars, otherwise, he wouldn't even have the money to ride back home.

After returning to his residence, he took his bank card and went to the bank. Looking at the balance shown in the ATM, Zhang Feng shook his head with a bitter smile, "Sigh, I only have one thousand yuan in the ATM.

"Do I really have to lower my head to dad and scram with my tail between my legs?"

He had just graduated two months ago. Originally, his father wanted him to go back to his hometown and take over the family business to help manage the hardware shop, but he was really not interested and insisted on making a ruckus outside. As a result, the two of them broke out in anger, and his father didn't even want to give him living expenses.

However, there was only a thousand dollars left in his bank account. How many more days would he last?

"Sigh …"

Sighing, Zhang Feng took out five hundred yuan and headed back to his living quarters.