The Ninth Chapter Divination Prediction
Du Mingfeng was completely intimidated by Mu Xingchen's banditry and was stunned for a moment before remembering to chase after him. "Let her go! You bandit!" However, he was somewhat weak in terms of physical strength, how could his speed catch up with Mu Xingchen, who had been a special forces soldier? In the past when he was a soldier, he had carried heavy loads and run for hundreds of miles without eating or drinking, carrying several hundred kilograms on his back, yet he didn't feel tired. Now, carrying Zhuo Mengjun, this little person weighing less than a hundred kilograms, wasn't it like playing?
Now, Meng Jun truly felt that calling out to heaven got no response and calling out to earth got no echo. Heavenly Father! Earth Mother! Quickly grant me power, let me escape the clutches of this sinister man.
However, this could only be her wish at this time. The black-bellied man's hands were like a pair of iron pliers, tightly trapping her body, not allowing her to struggle in the slightest. What was even more tragic was that he heard Du Mingfeng's cry behind him, which was so miserable. As a man, watching another man snatch away his beloved woman alive and being powerless to do anything about it, what a misfortune this was.
"Bring it on! I'll take you down!" Suddenly, Du Mingfeng's voice rang out from behind him. He had somehow managed to grab a wooden stick and was now charging towards Mu Xingchen like a madman, determined to fight to the death. He had already pushed his abilities to their limits. Astonishingly, after running for just a few steps, he caught up with Mu Xingchen and swung the wooden stick at his head with all his might. Even Meng Jun felt the chill of the wind generated by the swinging stick.
Mu Xingchen's heart tightened, as they say, the ferocious are afraid of the reckless, and the reckless are afraid of those who don't care about their lives. He really is going all out! With Mu Xingchen's skills, he could easily dodge Du Mingfeng's attack with just a slight tilt of his head, but if he did that, the stick would fall on Meng Jun's head due to inertia, and this one strike would be more than enough for Meng Jun to bear.
In a moment of urgency, Mu Xingchen kicked his leg high into the air, just in time to support Du Mingfeng's body as he rushed over. This pinned him in place, rendering him immobile.
"Brother Mingfeng!" Zhuo Mengjun wailed, she desperately straightened up and climbed onto the shoulders of this ruthless man, looking at her heart's desire who was only a meter away from her, but that very close distance seemed like a thousand mountains and rivers between them.
"Meng Jun." Du Mingfeng called out in a low voice, struggling with all his might to move forward, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain. A bad premonition rose up from the bottom of his heart, could it be that he was about to lose Meng Jun like this? Was the man in front of him sent by heaven to tear them apart?
He and Meng Jun had been childhood sweethearts since they were young, and he had already determined that he would not marry anyone else in this life. His family and the Zhuo family had been friends for generations, and their relationship as well as their future union was strongly supported and promoted by both families. He felt very fortunate to have Meng Jun as his wife, what more could he ask for? So he quietly looked forward to a happy future with anticipation.
However, an accidental event made him discount the happy beautiful dream in his heart. That time was a trip organized by the unit to play at Wuming Mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. Everyone walked into the temple to visit, and there was a monk inside who could supposedly predict fortunes. So he went with a playful attitude and asked for a fortune-telling stick, but the result shocked him greatly. He and Meng Jun were destined to have fate but no affinity, and they would never become husband and wife. His face turned pale at that moment, and his lips trembled as he asked: "Master, what's the reason?"
The master smiled slightly and said calmly: "As the contract says, 'Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, everything will be fleeting clouds. Dragons are not dragons, phoenixes are not phoenixes, with a wave of the hand, there's another universe.' This implies that you and your girlfriend cannot achieve a perfect marriage, and the phrase 'another universe' has great mystery to it. Perhaps it foretells changes in your relationship, or perhaps it means you're not the true destined partner for your girlfriend, but rather someone else."
"Master, can't it be solved?" At that time, he tightly grasped the old monk's hand and begged.
"Hmm, it's difficult, but... the two words 'floating cloud' have a turning point. As people often say, 'it's up to human effort', the master can also try his best to turn things around. Take all the events that blocked your good marriage as a floating cloud and disperse them!" The old monk said this after a moment of contemplation.
"Thank you, Master, for enlightening me." At this moment, Du Mingfeng was so excited that he knelt down on the ground and was about to kowtow.
"Benefactor, please get up quickly. I'm just a monk, how can I accept such a grand gift from you?" The old monk hurriedly helped him up and said, "Benefactor, I want to advise you one more thing. You're too deeply entangled in this matter, I hope you'll think thrice and beware of being trapped and unable to extricate yourself. If that's the case, your whole life will be ruined by this. Therefore, I must remind you again, benefactor, to always leave some leeway in all things and not be too attached, lest it harm both others and yourself!"
"Thank you, Master, I've remembered everything." Du Mingfeng hastily stood up and expressed his gratitude.
