Chapter 45: Wang Zao's Blindness is Removed by Qingdou, the Spirit Heavenly Master

  Lin Ruochen's words are getting more and more incomprehensible to Qin Feng, so he asked me why, could it be that Wang Zao is a profound and mysterious person?

  Lin Ruochen smiled and replied: "The president said that this Wang Zao was blinded by the Japanese devils when he was growing up with Liu Qifang, do you know why?"

  Qin Feng didn't notice this point and guessed: "Maybe it's because the Japanese devils didn't like him, so they blinded him. It's not surprising."

  Relying on his historical knowledge, Qin Feng still habitually analyzed it. However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was opposed by Lin Ruochen, who said: "It's not like that, the president said that Wang Zao was very close to Liu Qi in his early years, but later because the Japanese wanted to find something, he refused to teach it out, so they blinded his eyes."

  "Looking for something?" Qin Feng was taken aback, then asked: "What are you looking for?"

  Lin Ruo Chen shook her head, indicating that she didn't know: "The boss said he himself doesn't know either, only knowing that these were all things his father had told him, and his father used to work as a journalist under the Japanese, so he understood these things very well."

  Then, without waiting for Qin Feng to speak, Lin Ruochen added: "The president's father is our newspaper's old president. According to him, the Japanese have been looking for something all along, but no one knows what it is, only Wang Zao knows."

  "Why didn't the boss ask in person and instead had you run this errand?"

  "That's off the topic, the boss asked me to interview Wang Zao because he donated to poor children and did good deeds. What Da Wen just said to you was some irrelevant talk." Lin Ruochen realized she had gone off track and quickly changed the subject.

  It doesn't matter if you don't say it, but as soon as Qin Feng said it, he was very surprised and suddenly became interested. He insisted on asking clearly, but Lin Ruochen just wouldn't say anything, saying that tomorrow she would take him to find Wang Zao and then he would know everything.

  Like this, crying until the next afternoon, Qin Feng and Lin Ruochen arrived at a small alley opposite Lao Ma Street according to the address above.

  Although the alley was not wide, there were many old men sitting on both sides who were fortune-telling, calculating fortunes, and looking at physiognomy. After passing through this alley, Qin Feng and Lin Ruochen came to a small hutong, where they found an old man wearing sunglasses, sitting on a stool listening to the Huangmei Opera excerpts from the radio.

  Lin Ruochen took out the information and looked at it, finding that this person was exactly the same as the one in the information. She went forward and asked politely: "Hello, sir, may I ask if you are Mr. Wang?"

  "Just call me Wang Zao and that's it, little girl, is there something you want?" The one who spoke was indeed very kind to Old Man Wang.

  It wasn't until Wang said this that Qin Feng was greatly shocked, and then suddenly enlightened, walking forward to say: "Old Master, do you still remember me?"

  Qin Feng's question was unexpected by Lin Ruochen, who didn't think Qin Feng would know him. Before Lin Ruochen could ask for clarification, Wang Zao laughed and said: "Young man, it's you! See, I told you we had fate, now we've met again. Come on in, have a cup of tea, I've already brewed it."

  "Grandpa Wang, did you know we were coming?" Qin Feng asked curiously.

  "Heh heh, old man, I told you before, I don't understand the countdown, but I do know how to predict. This morning as soon as I woke up, I heard two magpies chirping, a pair of auspicious omens. Just now, in my mind, I started a game of Qimen, with the day stem and earthly branch meeting at the gate of rest, upper grade Xuanwu, turtle, noble also. In the Liujia palace, it should be around 9 o'clock now, right? What do you say, young man?"

  Qin Feng listened and secretly admired Wang Zao's true abilities as a master, able to use the Qimen Dunjia with such accuracy. He thought back to when he learned this skill, taking two or three years to grasp the basics, not to mention the rest. This old man was actually able to conjure up the Qimen Dunjia in his mind, truly remarkable.

  (Qi Men Dun Jia, as the emperor's study in Chinese numerology, is very complicated. Those interested can discuss with me further, but I won't say more here because it's too difficult to understand and might spoil the fun.)

  "That's right, it's just past nine o'clock." Qin Feng replied.

  Now it's not just Qin Feng, even Lin Ruochen's attitude towards the old man has undergone a qualitative change. I thought he was just a kind-hearted recluse in the folk, but I didn't expect him to predict so accurately.

  With a mix of reverence and curiosity, the two followed the old man into his home. It was clear that although Wang Lao Han was blind, he was extremely familiar with his surroundings, almost as if he were a normal person.

  Wang Lao Han's home was also simple, the two 20-square-meter rooms looked like they had withstood wind and rain for many years, the walls were yellowed and looked very worn. Looking around at the household items, it was really hard to believe that such a simple old man would actually sponsor three poor children.

  Lin Ruochen started the interview as soon as she poured the freshly brewed tea.

  Grandpa Wang was very cooperative and happily told them everything. What really caught Qin Feng's attention, however, wasn't these things, but rather his relationship with Liu Qifang; perhaps he could get some information from Old Man Wang.

  "Mr. Wang, I heard you know Liu Qifang?"

  His tone changed, making Wang Zao somewhat unable to parry, and after a pause, he responded: "That was a long time ago. He and I were from the same hometown. Later, he died, and I escaped."

  Wang Lao Han seemed to recall the past, lit an old man's cigarette, took a few puffs and continued: "Fang Zi went to Mao Shan when he was young, I learned these skills from him. Later he joined the army, and I helped people calculate their fate in the alley."

  "What's next?" Qin Feng couldn't help but ask again.

  Although Wang Lao Han couldn't see Qin Feng, he could vaguely feel Qin Feng's thirst for knowledge. He smiled at Qin Feng and said, "Young man, a person who studies the Tao should not be so hot-headed. It is best to be like water."

  After listening to Wang Lao Han's teachings, Qin Feng had no choice but to shut up. The sunlight shone in, warm and cozy, making him feel even more affectionate. The green bamboo in the courtyard rustled softly in the spring breeze. Qin Feng didn't speak again, looking out the door, suddenly thinking of something.

  "Do you know this?" Qin Feng took out a piece of jade from his wallet and handed it to Old Man Wang.

  He touched the old jade on the rocky mountain, and Wang Lao's face suddenly turned white. Although there was not much expression on his wrinkled face, Qin Feng could still feel that there seemed to be some secret inside.

  "Where did you get it from?" Old Man Wang asked immediately.

  "Do you recognize this jade?"

  Qin Feng didn't immediately tell Old Man Wang about the origin of this jade, but just wanted to see if he could understand something from him.

  "This jade pendant, where did you get it from? You tell me first." It seems that this old king has become somewhat abnormal after seeing the jade.

  "It's in the tomb."

  Qin Feng then told him about the incident of Po Liu Ding Yin's array a few days ago, and Wang Lao Han listened with great surprise at first, but later became overjoyed. He said: "I didn't expect that this jade hadn't fallen into the hands of those Japanese devils!"

  Qin Feng and Lin Ruochen were puzzled, asking why. But Wang Lao Han seemed to be very excited, laughed a little before saying: "This thing goes back a long time, it has to start from the Anti-Japanese War."