I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

The next day.

West of the city, Qingshi Lane.

Yan Xiu strolled here, walking slowly with his hands behind his back, taking a leisurely step.

When we reached the end of the alley, a residential building came into view.

At this moment, Yan Xiu suddenly raised his head and set his eyes on the couplets on the left and right sides.

This couplet is different from ordinary ones, with black words on a white background.

He frowned and whispered to himself, "What a weird couplet."

But Yan Xiu didn't think much about it and knocked on the door gently.

The house is dark and the sunlight is reluctant to visit.

Only the flickering candle flame remained, casting mottled shadows dancing lightly on the wall.

Holding a palm-leaf fan, Xu Guo carefully controlled the fire as he boiled medicine for his mother on her sickbed.

"My son, I am ill and I am afraid I won't have much time left. You don't have to worry about me anymore."

Mother Xu's weak voice was full of heartache and reluctance.

Xu Guo's eyes were fixed on the fire, and he spoke without turning his head.

"Mother, just rest in peace. As long as the child is alive, you will have to treat your illness!"

Soon, Xu Guo prepared the medicine, brought it to my mother and fed her.

After Xu's mother drank the medicine, her face still did not regain any color.

Back then, the Xu family was once glorious.

I just sigh that things in this world are unpredictable.

With the sudden passing of Xu's father, the Xu family gradually declined.

Even more unfortunate was that Xu's mother suffered from a chronic illness and was bedridden, and she had spent the last bit of the family's wealth.

In desperation, the Xu family had to abandon the mansion that had been passed down from generation to generation and moved to this remote and narrow alley, living a poor life.

Just at this moment, a knock on the door broke the silence in the house.

Xu Guo couldn't help but frown when he heard the voice, and his heart skipped a beat.

Ever since the Xu family fell into decline, those relatives who had once curryed favor with them have been avoiding them as much as possible, as if the Xu family had become an ominous thing in their eyes.

Who else could come to visit nowadays except those vicious monsters who come to collect debts?

"Son, there's a guest coming. Go and see who it is."

Xu's mother's voice came, with a hint of urging.

Xu Guo sighed helplessly, stood up and walked towards the door.

Just when he was about to endure the wrath of the debt collectors, he suddenly discovered that the visitor outside the door was someone else.

"Master Yan, why are you here?"

Xu Guo's voice could not hide his surprise.

He would never have thought that Yan Xiu would find this place.

"Master Yan, how do you know where my home is?"

Xu Guo asked puzzledly.

Yan Xiu showed a mysterious smile: "You forgot, I can tell the future."

"Why, you don't want to invite me in for a seat and a cup of tea?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Yan Xiu's words, which made Xu Guo come back to his senses instantly. He quickly and warmly welcomed Yan Xiu into the house.

"Where, Master Yan, please come in!"

As soon as I stepped into Xu's house, Xu's mother's voice came from the inner room.

"Son, I wonder which distinguished guest is here?"

Before he finished speaking, a thin, unsteady old man slowly walked out from the inner room.

Seeing this, Xu Guo hurried forward, carefully supported his mother, and spoke with concern.

"Mom, why are you getting out of bed instead of just lying down?"

As he spoke, he introduced Yan Xiu's identity.

"This is Master Yan, the fortune teller I often mentioned to you, who has recently become famous in Lingchuan Prefecture."

Upon hearing this, Xu's mother ignored her physical discomfort and hurriedly bowed to show her respect.

"It turns out that Master Yan has come to visit. I am sorry for not coming to greet you in person."

Upon seeing this, Yan Xiu hurriedly offered his hand to gently support her, stopping Xu's mother from performing an overly humble salute.

"Old man, please don't do this. Please stand up quickly. I don't deserve it."

After helping his mother back to the inner room, Xu Guo made a pot of tea for Yan Xiu.

"Master Yan, how did you find me here?"

Xu Guo was full of curiosity and asked as he handed over the teacup.

Yan Xiu took the tea, took a sip, and smiled faintly.

"Naturally, I inferred it from the words you wrote."

After hearing this, Xu Guo suddenly realized something and at the same time, he had a deeper respect for Yan Xiu's ability in numerology.

After all, Master Yan's name has long been well-known in Lingchuan Prefecture, attracting many people to compete to see him, so his ability is beyond doubt.

"I wonder why Master Yan is here?"

Yan Xiu gently put down the teacup and explained his purpose.

"Yesterday, I saw what you wrote and guessed that you must be in trouble, so I came to relieve your worries."

When Xu Guo heard this, he showed a surprised expression, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

I didn't expect that the words I wrote casually at that time would be taken so seriously by the other party.

"Master, please understand. My mother's condition is getting worse and worse. She is already in a state of illness and will never recover. I am afraid, I am afraid..."

When he said this, Xu Guo's throat tightened, tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice was slightly choked.

My mother's illness has troubled him for a long time.

Seeking medical treatment and taking medicine day after day not only had no effect, but the condition became more serious.

If this continues, it won't be long before Xu's mother dies.

"Master Yan, if you have the technique to rejuvenate, please teach me and save my mother from danger."

"If you can save my mother's life, Xu Guo is willing to work like a slave without any complaints!"

After saying this, he knelt down at Yan Xiu's feet, crying.

Yan Xiu quickly helped him up, but did not answer directly. Instead, he asked a question that seemed unrelated to the illness.

"Where did you get the couplet posted on the door of your house?"

Xu Guo was stunned when he heard this.

Although I didn't understand why the other party asked this, I still answered truthfully.

"My mother got that couplet from Fanyin Temple two years ago, but what's so strange about it?"

Having said this, Xu Guo added another sentence.

"The monk from the Fanyin Temple said that if I put the couplet on the door, my mother's condition would improve."

After listening to this, Yan Xiu nodded slightly, looking thoughtful.

"That's right. The old man's long-term illness is caused by this couplet."

Xu Guo was shocked after hearing this.

In fact, he suspected that there was something wrong with the couplet at the beginning and wanted to take it down.

But Xu's mother had complete faith in the Fanyin Temple and refused to pick the flowers no matter what.

In desperation, Xu Guo could only follow his mother's advice and stick to her.

I never expected that the culprit that caused my mother's long-term illness would be this inconspicuous couplet.

"Master Yan, Fanyin Temple has always been famous and popular, how could it do something that would harm someone's life?"

Despite this, Xu Guo still found it a little unbelievable.

Yan Xiu glanced at him and said calmly, "As the old saying goes, you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others.

There are many monks in Fanyin Temple, and their hearts are hard to predict. How can you assert that all the monks are kind-hearted?"

In fact, the harm caused by this couplet is not just that, Yan Xiu did not tell him everything.

If Xu Guo knew the truth, his anger would probably drive him to act impulsively. He would rush into Fanyin Temple with a knife, vowing to seek justice for his mother.