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Chapter 13 Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem

After leaving Lan's Pharmacy, Feng Xue carried a heavy backpack, but had no intention of finding a hotel to put it down. Although the people in this county seemed to be very simple and honest, he always felt that it was a bit unreal.

How should I put it? The feeling is just like watching some screenwriters who have not learned history well write about a small coastal town with abundant food and clothing, a peaceful and prosperous country, and the highlight is an anti-common sense.

Therefore, even though everything so far showed that the people of this county were simple and honest, the distrust of this era, which was very similar to the Shangguo period, was engraved in his intuition, making him choose to carry his belongings on his back even if it was a little tiring.

Now that Dr. Lan has paid the visit, Feng Xue thought for a moment and decided to go to the charity cemetery first.

Firstly, there is a clear address of "Chengbei Yizhuang". Secondly, "Taoist priest" sounds more reliable than "fortune-teller", not to mention that this Taoist priest's surname is Qian.

Although Feng Xue is not the kind of person who discriminates against people based on their surnames, because of the various movies and TV series he watched in his previous life, he always feels that people with the surname Qian should be more greedy for money. If he adds the identity of a Taoist priest... Feng Xue's mind naturally comes up with an image of a person who "takes money from people and tries his best to eliminate disasters."

Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem. Feng Xue's understanding of this sentence has deepened almost every day since he traveled through time.

In Yingzhou, where mahjong is played for real money, he could easily become a gambling god or a mahjong master with his golden finger and have a lot of money, but he still chose to take a gamble and try his luck, because he knew very well that it was his luck that he could get the pure Nine Lotus in just a dozen days, but he could not guarantee that he would be able to do it forever.

People live to feel at ease. Rather than spending every day in the mahjong parlor just to earn enough time to play mahjong for another nine years, Feng Xue would rather take a gamble.

Walking north along the street, Feng Xue soon saw a relatively dilapidated area. It was not a slum, but the flow of people was much lower than that in the south of the city. Only some children playing on the road could be seen. It seemed that the adults had gone out to work.

"Little guy, do you know where the charity cemetery is?"

Feng Xue randomly called over a child who was running around screaming, and took out a piece of fruit candy that served as an emergency sugar reserve and handed it to him. The child looked at the candy, immediately pointed to a place farther away, and made a babyish sound.

"It needs to go a little further over there. My mom won't let me play over there."

"Thank you! This is for you. Remember to remove the outer packaging!"

Feng Xue handed the candy to the child. The child hesitated for a moment, but still took it. However, he did not eat it, but put it in his pocket.

Feng Xue didn't ask him why, but just followed the direction pointed by the child and walked forward. As the houses around him gradually became sparse, Feng Xue saw that it was probably the building of the charity cemetery.

This is a courtyard that looks a bit classical at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it is an "antique" courtyard with a brick and tile structure and glass. However, coupled with the open fields around it and the broken bricks and tiles that can be seen in the corners, it gives people a gloomy feeling.

"This place is so gloomy!"

"Well, it seems it's not an illusion."

Hearing the little white snake's sudden muttering, Feng Xue secretly complained and gently stroked the scales on the ring and said:

"You didn't say a word all the way, I thought you were asleep!"

"You took me to that kind of place and you actually asked me why I didn't speak?" The little white snake's voice suddenly became sharp. Feng Xue didn't understand what minefield she had touched again, so she asked tentatively:

"Where? He's a legitimate spirit who runs a medicine shop, and he's the kindest Bai Xian'er. Didn't your fox demon grandmother also become a guardian spirit?"

"How can it be the same? That's a hedgehog! It's so scary! When it looked at me, I almost thought I was going to be eaten!" The little white snake said in fear. Feng Xue was a little speechless. What could she say...

"I don't really understand your animals' fear relationships."

There's no way around it. As far as humans are concerned, between snakes and hedgehogs, snakes are scarier, right?

After hearing what Feng Xue said, the little white snake became withdrawn again. Feng Xue was used to it. He went to the gate of the courtyard and paused for a moment. Seeing that there was no "Master knew you were coming", he took the door knocker and knocked three times.

"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"

The slightly dull sound of the door knocker rang out, and even though it was daytime, Feng Xue still felt a sense of gloom.

But soon, accompanied by the sound of footsteps approaching from afar, Feng Xue resisted the urge to zoom out and look over the wall. He waited quietly for a few seconds, and then he saw the door slowly open with the creaking of wooden bearings. "Sir, are you..."

The young man who opened the door was wearing a long gown with two pockets on the chest. Looking at the silver chain that extended from the inside of the gown to the chest pocket, he guessed that it was a pocket watch.

The young man looked a little handsome, but with a gloomy look. Not the kind of sinister and vicious look, but as if he hadn't slept for several nights. However, he didn't have any dark circles under his eyes. What's more important is that in Feng Xue's over-the-shoulder perspective, this guy actually only had twenty years left to live!

The young man looked to be in his early twenties, and his age immediately made Feng Xue doubt Taoist Qian's ability.

But then he thought about it again. When Doctor Lan mentioned Xuan Xiu just now, he mentioned the sayings of "nourishing the spirit with qi and blood" and "the spirit and soul feeding back", so he said politely:
"Hello, I'm here to see Taoist Qian."

"I'm sorry, my master is out looking at graves for someone. I'm afraid he won't be back in the next two days. If you have anything to say, I'll let him know later."

The young man stood at the door, but he didn't mean to invite Feng Xue in to talk. However, considering that this was a charity cemetery after all, it was reasonable.

Feng Xue was not disappointed when he heard this, he was even a little happy. It was obvious that young people were easier to fool than a retired old Taoist priest.

After calculating it in his mind, he complimented:
"So he's Daoist Master Qian's most senior disciple. He must also be a master of Xuan cultivation!"

"I dare not, I dare not!" This young man had obviously never received any flattery. Although he said he dared not, the corners of his mouth could no longer be suppressed.

But at this moment, another voice was heard in the yard——

"Brother, did Master forget to bring something... Um, who is this?"

As he spoke, a figure appeared in Feng Xue's field of vision. Compared to the young man in front of him, this figure was two years younger. He was wearing the kind of low-grade Taoist child's clothing. The gloom on his face was not as deep, and the age of his head...

"Fifteen thousand...about forty years. Not a lot, but definitely not a small amount either." Feng Xue quickly completed the calculation and said:

"It's like this. I want to learn some profound cultivation techniques, but I don't have the channels. I heard that Taoist Master Qian is a master. I don't ask for his discipleship, but I just want him to give me a way to learn the skills. I am also quite wealthy. After the matter is completed, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

"Ah, this..." The older youth showed a hint of surprise on his face, while the younger one had already reached the door and shook his head.

"Our master is not here. He will probably be back in two or three days. Please come back then!"

"He actually doesn't care about money?" Feng Xue muttered to himself. He was thinking about whether to treat the two of them to a meal at the best restaurant in the county to show off his wealth, but he saw the older man suddenly say:

"What are you talking about! The master said that people coming from afar are guests. Haven't you seen how heavy their luggage is? They've come a long way, so they should be allowed to rest and drink some water before they leave!"

Feng Xue heard this and immediately suppressed the smile on his face, but secretly thought in his heart -

"There's a show!"

　Regarding the issue of repeatedly brushing Jiulian.

　　It's possible, but the problem is it's not that simple. The protagonist was able to win not because he cheated, but because he was lucky. Because a pure nine is not a card that can be cheated.

　　The probability of a pure nine is less than one in 220,000. In other words, there is only one chance of getting a pure Nine Lotus Lantern in 220,000 games of mahjong.

　　Assuming a five-minute round (one and a half banker, that is, two rounds, is about half an hour, and a single round of five minutes is not long, and this is when there is a burning bar in online mahjong, and there are also face mahjong bladder rounds), four people playing mahjong without sleep will take more than two years.

　　It's impossible for people to live without food, drink, or sleep. Add to that the factors like pairing up cards, the start of the game, and even the conditions at the mahjong parlor, and a quarter of the day playing mahjong is considered ideal. In other words, if the protagonist wants to use the Nine Lotus Treasure Lantern to prolong his life, he'd need to play mahjong day and night, just to keep winning the Nine Lotus Treasure Lantern. This method of prolonging life is worse than dying directly! At least he has nine years to squander.

　　The same goes for other curses. Most curses about lifespan cause quick death in the short term, because most of the time, people cannot say "I hope someone will die in ten years", but "I hope they will die immediately". Therefore, there are not many curses that can be used to prolong life, and the triggering conditions are uncertain, so it is difficult to achieve.

　　As for the fact that the protagonist won the game in just ten days, it can only be said that he was lucky. Moreover, I have also written that the protagonist was well prepared. Playing mahjong was just insurance. If he won the game before the deadline he set for himself, he would still be lucky.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)