Wealthy Heavenly Master[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 20

There are earth-shaking changes across the line. One second, it was flat asphalt land with shaded trees, and the next second it was potholed rocky land.

Noisy hawkers, busy crowds on bicycles, and the scenes that suddenly come into view seem to be stained with a layer of old yellow with the precipitation of time. This is a completely different era from Wen Ran's. The era seen on TV.

Wen Ran looked around, the busy crowd was serious, all the clothes, every word of the conversation, and even the subtle expressions were so vivid and real, if Wen Ran didn't know that what he saw before him no longer existed, he would have Can't help but wonder if this is another real world.

This is the first time for Wen Ran to come to the world where ghosts are condensed. Looking at the things in front of him, he can't help but feel a sense of novelty and exploration. People in this world can't see him, and when they overlap with him, they can even directly touch him| It's a strange feeling to go through|insert|in the past, but after trying it twice, Wen Ran began to avoid the crowd as much as possible.

The ghost domain condensed by the ghost must be related to its life. Wen Ran didn't walk around, but stood aside and observed for a long time, until a woman wearing a maternity dress but whose belly was not too obvious walked up to a vegetable seller. At the aunt's stall, the woman seemed to be the daughter of the aunt who sold vegetables. The woman helped the aunt close the stall. While the aunt was busy with her hands and feet, she said words of reproach but obviously caring.

Wen Ran didn't know why he noticed them, but he paid attention to them intuitively.

He saw the two closed the stall, the aunt was riding a bicycle with two baskets of vegetables, and the pregnant woman was walking behind slowly, the aunt was still scolding her daughter, saying that she should not run around if she has a big belly, the market people How easy it is to collide, it's not safe.

The pregnant woman just smiled, obviously used to her mother's nagging, but her complexion was a bit unwell, she was slightly pale, and she couldn't hide the sadness in her expression.

The two returned to a courtyard house, which was dilapidated and old. They lived in one of the rooms. When the woman opened the room, a strong smell of Chinese medicine spread from inside. The auntie frowned and moved her mouth, as if wanting to I wanted to say something, but I held back in the end, and just pretended to ask casually: "How is Xiaojun today?"

The woman brushed her messy hair and smiled at her mother: "It's good, I fell asleep after taking the medicine, and I didn't make much trouble."

The auntie glanced at her daughter, and glared at her rather angrily, then grabbed a handful of leftover vegetables and went to a nearby trough to clean them.

Wen Ran followed behind them, looking at the almost bare house. There were two beds in the house, separated by only a curtain. The poverty was heartbreaking.There was another person lying on the inner bed. If he was healthy, he should be a tall man, but now he seems to be seriously ill, and he has become dry and thin. There is only a skeleton left, and he looks a little leaky. people.

But the woman didn't dislike him in the slightest, she first lifted the curtain and took a look to make sure that the man was fast asleep and he wasn't feeling bad, then went out to help her mother pick vegetables.A plate of pickled vegetables, a plate of worm-eyed vegetables, and a bowl of porridge are the dinner for the mother and daughter.Later, the woman filled a bowl with the chicken soup that was simmering on the stove, took out the chicken inside, cut it into minced meat, stirred it into the white porridge, brought it to the house, and fed it to the sick man little by little. Heavy men ate.

While the woman was feeding the porridge and soup inside, the auntie was counting the money outside, one cent and two cents, which was a face value that Wen Ran couldn't understand, but looking at the pile of dime bills, it didn't seem like much money.A handful of money was counted and counted by the aunt. After making sure that there were no mistakes, she folded it neatly and put it in a cloth pocket. Seeing her daughter coming out with an empty bowl, the aunt said: "Mom has something to do tomorrow, so I won't leave the stall. You don't have to go to the market to pick me up."

The woman touched her belly and said, "I can help out."

The aunt glared at her daughter: "You have only passed three months, your pregnancy is not stable yet, and you still have some money at home, so you are not needed!"

How can a woman not know what's going on at home, she disagrees, and looks at her mother pleadingly: "Mom..."

The aunt waved her hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, if you don't leave the stall tomorrow, you can also go into the house to rest, if you don't want this child, you won't listen, being a mother is like harming you, if you want it, then do it well Keep it up, I really owe you in my previous life!"

The man in the room coughed a few times, and the woman who wanted to say something hurriedly got up and entered the room. The aunt looked behind the curtain and sighed deeply.

As soon as the picture changed, it turned into a muddy road full of loess. Auntie got off an old bus and carefully looked at the house numbers of each house. She went around a small village and kept looking for it. I found a house where medicinal herbs were still drying out at the door, knocked on the door and shouted, "Is this Dr. Wang's house? Is anyone there?"

A young man in his twenties opened the door from the inside, and Wen Ran, who was following behind his aunt, had his eyes fixed. Even though this person was much younger, Wen Ran could tell at a glance that this young man was Wang Guolun.

The young Wang Guolun asked about his aunt's purpose, and invited her into the house. He said that his grandfather had passed away not long ago, and said, "When my grandfather was alive, he was often called Hua Tuo, and many terminally ill people died. It was cured in the hands of my grandfather, as long as the old man wants to save, there is no one who cannot be saved."

The aunt's face was obviously a little desperate, her face was pale and trembling lips said: "It's late, it's late, I would have come earlier if I knew it, maybe Xiaojun can be saved earlier..."

Wang Guolun looked at the aunt in front of him, licked his lips and said, "Although my grandfather is gone, he still has some medicine left. The one in your family has bone cancer, right? Bone cancer is rarer than other cancers." A lot, the ingredients alone may not be enough, unfortunately my grandfather is no longer here, but he still has some medicines that specialize in cancer, not to mention too much, after a few courses of treatment, it will definitely be fine to live another four or five years."

The aunt looked up, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes: "Four or five years?"

Wang Guolun smiled: "At least four or five years. In these four or five years, if you can find other capable old doctors, maybe you can really save a life."

The aunt couldn't help but squeeze the cloth bag sewn in the corner of her clothes: "Then... how much does the medicine cost?"

Wang Guolun said: "This medicine is twelve small packets for a course of treatment. One small packet can be drunk for three days. I don't have much here. I only have three packets left. A packet costs 300 yuan."

300 yuan, the salary of ordinary workers these days is only a few dozen yuan, 300 yuan can be said to be a sky-high price.

Hearing the price, the aunt who had a bad complexion turned even paler in an instant, and her expression became a little flustered: "Is this so expensive? I don't have so much money here..." Seeing that the hope of saving life was just around the corner. At present, but no money is tantamount to dashed hopes.

Wang Guolun said: "Then how many do you have, aunt, let me see, and I will give you some according to your conditions."

The aunt hurriedly took out all the money from her pocket, and there were only 170 yuan in total, which was all the savings of the family.

Wang Guolun raised his eyebrows and glanced at it, and said: "Save people, save lives, aunt, give me all your money, and if I give you a course of treatment, it will be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue."

Upon hearing this, the aunt hurriedly pushed all the money to Wang Guolun, and then took the thick pack of medicine like a life-saving straw.

Wen Ran saw Wang Guolun defrauding his aunt of all the money, and seeing the aunt's eyes beaming with joy, her lowered eyes turned a little cold, this might be the root cause.

After several violent emotional ups and downs, this aunt, who may have been in poor health, turned pale as paper.But she gave up everything on her body, not even the money for the car ride. If she wanted to go home, she could only walk with her feet.

Auntie walked tremblingly all the way, and sat down against the wall several times as if she was dizzy, until it was getting darker and darker, she walked through the pitted roads one after another, and saw the familiar market not far ahead The place was gone, and the aunt sat down again, but this time she sat down and never got up again.

In the end, the aunt died of a cerebral hemorrhage, and the package she emptied all her savings, with hope, no matter how hard she walked along the way, she did not let go of the medicine, it was just a simple ordinary tonic.

The scene changes again. In a modern-style house, a man with a decadent face is sitting on the doorstep. A quarrel is breaking out in the house. A woman is sitting in the room crying. The woman's father seems to be angry, accusing his daughter of He refused to listen to his parents' dissuasion, and insisted on marrying a mud-legged person who hadn't even studied for a few years and would have no future at first glance. Now he is at a disadvantage and knows to cry.

The woman's mother also sighed beside her, but she couldn't bear her daughter crying so sadly, so she kept consoling her, but the words of consolation were that since the child had been aborted, she should get a divorce quickly, while she was young and not dragged down, she would definitely Could find a better one.

Wen Ran looked at the man sitting on the steps. This man should be Wang Bo. He was bankrupt and had nothing. The people vetoed it. This is not only the twists and turns of life, but also the betrayal of his lover. If this is the case, it is not impossible for Wang Bo to commit suicide.If the child is still there, no matter how hard life is, Wang Bo will probably be able to grit his teeth and make a comeback.It's a pity that the person he loves the most gave him the last fatal knife.

After watching so many pictures, the matter of the Wang family could not be clearer. Wang Bo's grandmother, the aunt who was deceived by Wang Guolun and even indirectly killed her, probably couldn't let go of her obsession with her daughter. Wang Bo's grandmother did not She didn't enter reincarnation, but she stayed by her family's side, but seeing her daughter and grandson go through more and more hardships, and finally even the only grandson died again because of the person who had deceived her, which finally intensified the resentment of the ghost , This is probably why Wang Guolun has been entangled with karma these years, but he was not affected by it, but suddenly broke out after Wang Bo's death.

Wen Ran sighed deeply, pinched his hand, and streaks of spiritual light spread around his fingertips, and the picture covering him began to shatter inch by inch. Although this is a ghost realm, Wang Bo's grandmother After all these years, she only relied on a single obsession. If it weren't for Wang Bo's death that aroused so much resentment, she wouldn't be able to condense this ghost domain at all, so the power of this ghost domain is not strong, and it is impossible to break it. Disaster.

All the pictures that deceived the eyes disappeared, and the overwhelming darkness enveloped the sky in an instant. At the same time, the sinister wind with a strong smell of blood rushed straight to his face.

Wen Ran's eyes closed, and the magic talisman in his hand shook violently. The wanton spiritual light dispelled most of the Yin energy, and a miserable scream exploded in his ears.

Wen Ran opened her eyes, and saw the aunt she had seen in those pictures before, with a pale face, eyes so dark that there was no trace of white, and resentment so strong that it filled the sky, she was looking at Wen Ran with hatred, her voice Hoarse and shrill: "You want to help him?! He has no conscience and harmed my whole family! People like this are helped, why no one helps me!!!"