The Pill Tycoon - Chapter 719: A Living Immortal in the City Center

Walking on the road, Lu Qiwen did not rush, but strolled slowly. The bustling city made Lu Qiwen feel a little uncomfortable, but it also calmed his heart.
Lu Qiwen has never been interested in becoming an immortal. In his view, enjoying life is what a person should do. However, by a twist of fate, those who did not want to become immortals became immortals, while those who wanted to become immortals were still struggling in the mortal world.
Just as Lu Qiwen was lost in thought, a sudden commotion arose. Hearing the commotion, Lu Qiwen looked in the direction from which the sound came and saw a fat man pulling at an old man. The old man had gray hair and was wearing a tattered Taoist robe that looked out of place. He also had a wine gourd hanging from his waist. There were more than a dozen people watching the commotion.
Lu Qiwen wasn't usually a very curious person. If it were someone else, he would at most take a few more glances but wouldn't be as curious as the rest of the crowd to investigate. However, Lu Qiwen walked over anyway because the old man was an old friend of his.
Lu Qiwen saw from afar a chubby guy dressed smartly, with a briefcase tucked into his waistband. He looked like someone who owned a shell company. However, the BMW parked next to him proved that this guy was not the manager or boss of a shell company with no real power.
Lu Qiwen watched with amusement as the Drunken Taoist and the fat man got entangled, wondering why the Drunken Taoist, who was already a half-immortal, was interested in getting entangled with a mortal.
As Lu Qiwen stepped forward, before he could even speak, he saw a red paper spread on the ground with several large characters written on it. After taking a look, Lu Qiwen recognized the traditional Chinese characters as "Iron-Mouthed Divine Calculator, One Word Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold".
That's quite a boast, but for the Drunken Taoist, if he's willing to expend a little effort, calculating a person's life or a moment's fortune isn't too difficult.
It seems that the man asked the drunken Taoist priest to tell his fortune, but the priest said something unpleasant, and the two started arguing.
Lu Qiwen had indeed guessed the situation fairly well. It was the man who asked the Drunken Taoist to predict his fortune for the rest of his life. After being stared at by the Drunken Taoist with a strange look for a while, the Drunken Taoist actually said that the man was in great danger and would lose his life today.
These words terrified the fat man. The richer people are, the more they believe in fate. So, after hearing what the old Taoist said, regardless of whether the drunken Taoist was a fraud, the fat man asked the drunken Taoist for a way to break the curse. After all, the fat man had experienced many such things before, so he decided to just consider it a way to avoid disaster and have peace of mind.
But when the fat man asked the Drunken Taoist to help him resolve this great calamity, the Drunken Taoist shook his head repeatedly, looking unwilling. This angered the fat man, who immediately threw out tens of thousands of yuan in cash, insisting that the Drunken Taoist solve the problem for him.
However, the method that always worked didn't work on the Drunken Taoist. The Drunken Taoist seemed not to see the tens of thousands of eye-catching cash, and just shook his head, muttering, "If Yama wants someone to die at midnight, how can he let them live until the fifth watch?"
As you can imagine, the fat man was quite unwilling, so the two of them started making a fuss. Curiosity is human nature, so soon many people gathered around.
As Lu Qiwen approached, the Drunken Taoist's eyes lit up. He nimbly broke free from the fat man's grasp and said to Lu Qiwen with a smile, "Young friend Lu, I've finally found you."
Lu Qiwen chuckled and glanced at the Drunken Taoist, saying, "Senior, what are you up to? Why are you telling fortunes for people?"
Hearing Lu Qiwen address the Drunken Taoist as "senior," everyone looked at Lu Qiwen and the Drunken Taoist strangely, wondering if even fortune tellers nowadays had accomplices! Otherwise, why would they use the term "senior"? It sounded odd.
The fat man felt a chill run down his spine after overhearing Lu Qiwen's conversation with the Drunken Taoist. He had initially thought he had encountered someone trying to extort money from him, but the other party seemed to be a reclusive master. If that were true, wouldn't that mean his life was as the Taoist said...?
The fat man suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the drunken Taoist's leg, saying, "Taoist Master, you must save me! I'm willing to spend any amount of money."
The drunken Taoist glanced at the fat man and said, "It's too late. You must have done many things that have damaged your virtue. Now your lifespan has been used up, and your death is today. Unless someone helps you prolong your life, but even if someone like you has the ability, no one will help you extend your life."
"ah!"
The fat man was completely terrified, sitting on the ground looking like he was still in shock.
A man standing nearby couldn't stand it any longer. Clearly, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so he spoke up for justice, saying, "Taoist, if everyone's fate is predetermined, then what's the point of us striving every day? Since everything is predetermined anyway, why don't we just sit at home and wait for our fate to arrive? It's utterly absurd."
The drunken Taoist glanced at the man and smiled slightly, saying, "This layman is thirty years old this year, isn't he? Judging from your face, your first half of life was full of hardships, but after the age of thirty, your luck will turn around, and you will soar to the heavens. From then on, everything will go smoothly, and you will live to the age of sixty."
"Pah! You old Taoist priest, you actually cursed me to not live past seventy! I am healthy and will definitely live to be a hundred."
The man smiled when the drunken Taoist said his luck would turn around. Although he didn't believe it, everyone likes to hear nice things. But when he heard the drunken Taoist say that he wouldn't live to be seventy, he got angry. No one wants to be cursed to die young.
Upon seeing this, Lu Qiwen couldn't help but laugh and said, "Senior, why bother with this? The fate of all living beings is predetermined. Anyway, they won't believe it if you tell them."
The Drunken Taoist chuckled and said, "Young friend Lu, look at this man. His face is dark, clearly a sign of impending doom. He is destined for a violent death, but unfortunately, no one believes me."
The fat man glared at the drunken Taoist priest and said, "You stinking Taoist, I'm tough as nails. I still have plenty of money to spend and plenty of women to play with. I won't die so soon. You jinx, I curse you to go to the eighteenth level of hell after you die."
Lu Qiwen clearly saw that the black aura on the forehead of the fat man who got into the car and started it was almost as thick as ink. He couldn't help but shake his head and say, "When Heaven wants to take someone's life, it will make them confused."
The drunken Taoist smiled faintly, watching the fat man speed away in his car, and said, "Dead, dead..."
"boom!"
A loud crash was heard, and a hundred meters away, the front of the BMW that the fat man was driving was completely buried under a large truck. Judging from the damage to the car, the fat man sitting inside was definitely dead unless he had nine lives.
The crowd, who were just about to disperse, were stunned when they saw the fat man in the car accident. They stared blankly as if they had seen a ghost, watching blood slowly flow from the car.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Oh, living god, please tell my fortune..."
At this moment, everyone realized what had happened. After the fat man's prediction came true, everyone was deeply shocked. If the fortune telling was also a hoax, it was too impossible. No one would kill someone just to deceive them.
But when they went to find the Drunken Taoist, they were surprised to find that the Drunken Taoist, who had been with them, had disappeared.
Suddenly, someone pointed into the distance and said, "Look everyone, the old immortal is over there."
Looking in the direction the man was pointing, they saw the seemingly frail drunken Taoist walking with Lu Qiwen. In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared from everyone's sight.
Everyone rubbed their eyes in frustration, but they weren't seeing things. Suddenly, everyone went crazy, and no one knew who led the way as they chased after the direction where Lu Qiwen and the Drunken Taoist had disappeared.
Lu Qiwen and the Drunken Taoist were sitting in a coffee shop. At this moment, the Drunken Taoist had transformed into a modern outfit, giving him a different look.
As Lu Qiwen watched the group of people run past outside, he couldn't help but turn his gaze away and chuckle, "I suppose the Daoist's injuries have already healed?"
The Drunken Taoist chuckled and said, "Indeed, the injuries that have tormented this old Taoist for nearly a hundred years have finally been healed thanks to the effects of your Nine-Turn Spirit Pill. This time, this old Taoist has come down from the mountain to find you."
Lu Qiwen smiled slightly and said, "If you want to express your gratitude, then please don't bother. I didn't expect to get anything in return when I helped you."
The Drunken Taoist glanced at Lu Qiwen and laughed, "It's alright. Since you put it that way, young friend, then I won't stand on ceremony. Anyway, you saved most of my life. In the future, if you ever need my help, feel free to ask."
Lu Qiwen smiled faintly and poured coffee for the Drunken Taoist. The Drunken Taoist took a sip and almost spat it out. He barely managed to swallow it, but he refused to drink a second sip, saying, "What is this? It tastes awful."
Lu Qiwen laughed and said, "This is the most popular thing right now, it's called coffee."
The drunken Taoist rolled his eyes and said, "Pah, this is nowhere near as good as our tea. I really don't know what people are thinking these days. It's like everything from barbarians is good."
Lu Qiwen sighed, “This is probably a problem of people’s hearts, and it is also related to the country. A century of turmoil has made the Chinese people no longer have the confidence of our ancestors. In the past, how glorious China was! Those who offended China, no matter how far away, will be punished. Such bold words can only be shouted in the distant past.”
The Drunken Taoist slammed his fist on the table and said, "These ungrateful descendants! If I had known there would be so many ingrates, I shouldn't have saved their ancestors back then."

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