"Tell me, what do you want me to do for you? If I help you and you don't tell me the solution, you should be able to figure out that I'm in danger."
Lu Xingchen's tone became more and more harsh, staring at him sharply.
The old man was a little embarrassed to say it, and he hesitated for a long time before saying, "My life savings were defrauded by others on the Internet, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to survive half my life and live in such a miserable state.
Old Man counts with his fingers, you can help Old Man get his money back, Old Man guarantees that as long as you help Old Man get his money back, Old Man will definitely solve the bloody disaster of that black boy for you."
Lu Xingchen glared at him, "Who are you calling a black boy? My husband has honey-colored skin and is extremely sexy. You know what a der."
In the past few days, the old man had been sitting and counting, lying down and counting, but he couldn't figure out that anyone could help him find the money, which was his life savings. He had no money to pay the rent these days, so he could only sleep under the bridge, and his mouth was so anxious that he got blisters like crazy.
He finally figured out that Lu Xingchen could help him this morning, so he crawled out from under the bridge to find someone. He was really afraid that Lu Xingchen wouldn't help him, so he could only coax, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore."
When encountering a professional problem, Lu Xingchen took out a black gadget from his pocket and plugged it into his mobile phone. He placed the mobile phone sideways and a transparent, high-tech keyboard suddenly appeared on the table.
Lu Xingchen looked at him and asked, "How did you lose your savings?"
"Old man... I just wanted to find a matchmaker to find a wife for me. Who knew that I just paid five hundred yuan and the balance was gone in an instant." The old man hesitated and said.
"Tell the truth!" Lu Xingchen glared at him and said helplessly, holding his forehead.
"Well, they said that there was an old woman who also fell in love with Lao Chan. The main reason was that the old woman's appearance and gentle speech made Lao Chan obsessed with her. They said they needed Lao Chan's payment password and card number, and Lao Chan gave it to her."
The little skin that the old man exposed was already red and hot with embarrassment. He could only say, "I am very pitiful. I just want to find a wife to warm my bed. Is it easy for me? I don't know that they are liars."
Lu Xingchen Seeing that he started wiping away tears, he sighed and could only comfort him, "Don't cry. It was my fault just now that my tone was too harsh. Tell me about you. You are quite old. I didn't know whether I would be cheated before I gave you the password."
The old man took the tissue handed over by Lu Xingchen and blew his nose hard, "You have to help me anyway."
Lu Xingchen asked for his ID card and started to operate on the keyboard. The dense codes scrolled crazily on the mobile phone screen, which made the old man's eyes dazzle.
He sneaked under the table and counted with his fingers, and looked excitedly at Lu Xingchen, who was looking attentive. He found that he had found the right person!
A few minutes later, Lu Xingchen shook off his sore arm, picked up the phone and swiped it casually a few times. He turned the phone towards the old man. There were numbers with zeros and whole numbers on the screen. The old man was so excited that it was... his savings.
The old man wanted to grab the phone, but Lu Xingchen quickly dodged it. The old man looked at Lu Xingchen blankly, "Little baby, what are you doing?"
Lu Xingchen raised his lips, a hint of cunning flashed through his fox eyes, and shook the phone in his hand, "Where is the money? I got it back, but your money is all on my bank card. If you want to get your savings back, first tell me how to solve the bloody disaster on my husband."
"I have lived half my life, and half of my body has been buried in the ground. I have walked through most of the map, and I have never seen anyone better than you!"
The old man glared at him, and tremblingly took out two bunches of brown Buddhist prayer beads from the tattered cloth bag.
The old man fumbled with the pearly Buddhist prayer beads preciously, hesitated for a long time, and then reluctantly pushed the two strings of Buddhist prayer beads over, "These two strings of Buddhist prayer beads can help the black boy survive the bloody disaster."
"What do you mean?" Lu Xingchen didn't take Buddhist prayer beads's hand immediately. He put his hand under the table and twisted it uneasily. "Why did he suffer a bloody disaster?"
"Black boy, that is a calamity that is destined to happen. You can only find a way to get through it. Fortunately, you have met an old man. The old man's two strings Buddhist prayer beads have a big saying."
The old man picked up the Buddhist prayer beads and introduced it in detail, "These two strings of Buddhist prayer beads are extraordinary! They have been enshrined in the Buddhist hall for a hundred years, receiving the baptism and blessing of the Buddha's light day after day.
If ordinary people are lucky enough to be able to wear it, they can receive the protection of the Buddha and keep themselves safe and free from disasters. They can also use the auspicious energy carried by Buddhist prayer beads to bring them a steady stream of good luck. Whether it is career or life, everything will go smoothly and all their wishes will come true."
Lu Xingchen saw that he was talking intoxicatedly for a long time without getting to the point, so he asked, "What should I do to help him avoid this disaster?"
The old man stroked his white beard and explained, "You have done good deeds in this life and the previous life, and the golden Buddha's light shines on the Yintang. In this life, you are going to be smooth and prosperous, with abundant wealth. You have so much luck that it can even infect the people around you."
The so-called one yin and one yang means that everything in the world has two sides, yin and yang, which are interdependent and transform each other.
As long as you and Black Boy each wear a string of Buddhist prayer beads, Black Boy's disaster will be transferred to you. Although you have many good karma, after all, you have inherited a disaster that does not belong to you, and you will also be affected to a certain extent."
Lu Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief, just raised his eyes and asked, "Am I going to die?"
"No." The old man waved his hand and saw that his face was very relaxed, so he asked curiously, "Little baby, are you afraid of death?"
Lu Xingchen raised his head and looked straight at him, tremblingly saying, "I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid that something will happen to him."
Lu Xingchen took Buddhist prayer beads, put it on neatly, and expressed his doubts. "Old Mr., can I ask what his bloody disaster is like?"
The old man saw a trace of worry flashing in his eyes and shook his head, "The secret must not be leaked."
Lu Xingchen twitched the corner of his mouth, you just finished everything, "Will he die?"
Seeing that his eyes were slightly red and full of tears, the old man sighed and said, "It's better to be half dead than dead."
Half-dead means being disabled, exactly the same as in the previous life, Lu Xingchen looked pale, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.
"Don't be afraid, little baby, you have met an old man, haven't you? Don't worry, the old man has a good cultivation level. Nothing big will happen to you. Relax, relax." The old man saw that Lu Xingchen looked ugly and comforted him.
"That, little baby, the old man's savings?"
"Old Mr., I believe in you, and thank you."
Lu Xingchen patted his face to cheer himself up, and after some operations on his mobile phone, he saw the light inside the old man's rag bag, "All the money has been transferred back, and the password is still your original password."
"Baby!"
Lu Xingchen heard Huo Chuyun's voice and subconsciously looked back.
Huo Chuyun held a bouquet of bright and warm sunflowers, holding hands with Xiao Huang and Tofu. He stood under the shade of the tree across the road and looked at him with a smile. The breeze gently blew through his hair, which was as beautiful as a painting that will never fade.