Chapter 2910 — The Legend of Two People (Part 2)
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"You... you do not know good from bad!" Tu Wanghai was furious, but as a cultivator of the ancient tier, how could he stoop to quarrel with an old farmer? He could only shake his head in gloom.
"You... you do not know good from bad!" Tu Wanghai was furious, but as a cultivator of the ancient tier, how could he stoop to quarrel with an old farmer? He could only shake his head in gloom, displeased that this fortune-teller was profiting from another's misfortune, and all the more sorry for the old farmer's foolishness.
But at that very moment, in the clear sky there suddenly came a thunderous "boom," followed by a flash of lightning, and then a torrential rain came pouring down from the heavens, drenching Tu Wanghai to the bone!
Yet at this instant Tu Wanghai did not feel unlucky at being soaked. Deep in his heart was profound shock! He turned his head and stared in disbelief at Mo Kongwu, calm and composed at the fortune-telling stand, and suddenly understood: "Sir, forgive me—this old man was rude before..."
"You are not even older than I am; there is no need to play the venerable elder before me," Mo Kongwu said mildly. "As for rude or not rude, there is nothing to speak of. You are not my customer; say whatever you like!"
Tu Wanghai was a Heaven Rank cultivator, and he did not believe Mo Kongwu had been practicing any trick. This torrential rain had fallen without the slightest warning—even he had not sensed it before it came. It seemed this Mo Kongwu truly had some skill.
So Tu Wanghai at once became incomparably respectful: "Senior, then in your view... what should I do now..."
Mo Kongwu stretched out his hand and held up one finger.
"Tu Qingshui, get out here!" Tu Wanghai turned toward the rubbish heap: "Do not play dead! You will be punished when we get back!"
"Yes... Sect Master..." Receiving the order, Tu Qingshui hastily crawled out of the rubbish heap and came over cautiously. Two rotten cabbage leaves still clung to his head, and with the rain he was soaked through like a drowned rat—as bedraggled as could be!
"Give me the checkbook!" Tu Wanghai said.
"Yes!" Tu Qingshui hurriedly dug the checkbook out of his pack and handed it to Tu Wanghai.
Without another word, Tu Wanghai wrote out a check for one million and handed it to Mo Kongwu: "Senior, what do you think..."
"If you entrust your granddaughter to Old Man Wei for treatment, then I can guarantee that your granddaughter will not only not die at three, she will not die at fifteen either..." Mo Kongwu accepted the check outright and then said breezily: "Moreover, she will live a long life and bring blessing upon your entire sect!"
At first, hearing Mo Kongwu's opening words, Tu Wanghai wanted to say, is that not just empty talk? If I leave my granddaughter here, Doctor Lin can already guarantee she will not die before fifteen—what need have I of your guarantee? But the words that followed moved him somewhat: a long life, and blessing upon the sect?