Later, I found out that this old man was not an ordinary person. Almost all the powerful people in Hong Kong had gone to find him, and some people offered thousands of dollars just for a word from him. This person's name is Li Yunfeng, his Taoist name is Xuangong, and the folk also gave him another nickname: Sai Shenxian! It was said that this person's divination skills were unparalleled, and he could see through the mysteries of heaven. He was born in a farmhouse at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain during the late Qing dynasty. According to legend, on the day of his birth, colorful auspicious clouds appeared above Qingcheng Mountain. Later, due to a coincidence, he became a disciple of Chongyangmen, and this was always seen as one of the greatest regrets of the Qingcheng sect.

  He entered the Quanzhen School at the age of eight and could recite the Tao Te Ching by heart in the same year. At the age of nine, he was accepted as a disciple by the then leader of the school, Qiu Chuji, and devoted himself to spiritual practice, earning him the reputation as a rare talent that appears only once in a hundred years.

  Li Yunfeng not only has a deep understanding of Taoist classics, but also possesses excellent martial arts skills. Coincidentally, it was a chaotic era where the country was divided and fragmented, and foreign enemies were invading. The incense on the mountain had dimmed, and many Taoists were forced to leave the mountain to seek a way out. Li Yunfeng, although being a proud disciple of his sect, also has a broad vision for the world and wants to make a name for himself.

  At the age of 20, he went south to Guangzhou and followed Sun Yat-sen on a northern expedition. Later, he became a high-ranking advisor to Chiang Kai-shek's government. His divination skills were so accurate that he predicted the Republic of China would not last more than twenty years. This prediction offended Chiang Kai-shek, who thought he was speaking wildly and suspected him of having a rebellious mind. As a result, he was no longer trusted and was left to cultivate himself in the official residence.

  In 1945, when the Nationalist Party was defeated and retreated to Taiwan, it coincided with the 22nd anniversary of the Nanjing government's establishment. Chiang Kai-shek thought of Li Yunfeng's divination from back then and sent someone to invite him to go to Taiwan together. Unfortunately, Li Yunfeng had already gone south to Hong Kong, leaving behind only one sentence for Chiang Kai-shek: "The southern dragon still has a breath left."

  When Li Yunfeng first arrived in Hong Kong, he lived a life of anonymity, setting up stalls on the streets to make a living by fortune-telling and giving names. As Hong Kong is a place that values tradition, Li Yunfeng's divination skills were extremely accurate, earning him the nickname "rivaling the gods". With his reputation growing, things started to get complicated, and the remaining KMT forces hiding in Hong Kong at the time found him and wanted to send him back to Taiwan. To avoid politics, Li Yunfeng decided to abandon worldly affairs, becoming a Taoist priest who no longer cared about mundane matters, and from then on, there was only Xuangu Valley Daoist, no more Li Yunfeng.

  Since then, Li Yunfeng built a small Taoist temple on a hillside, accompanied by the green lamp and Taoist scriptures every day. However, people who came to ask for things still trampled the threshold. This Xuan Gu Dao person established a rule: only one divination is calculated per month, but with a requirement: no politics are asked.

  It was just that, in the Taoist temple, every day was still bustling with people coming to visit, from high-ranking officials to ordinary citizens, with over a hundred people visiting each day, all for a chance to bask in the "Immortal's" aura. Later on, this Daoist priest simply changed his rules again: one divination every six months, and yet people's enthusiasm still refused to subside, and his reputation even spread to Southeast Asia.

  Later, Xuangulao Daoist changed the rules to one hexagram per year and continued until now. Every year, the mountain gate is only open on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, Chongyang Festival, to welcome guests. Throughout his life, he had no disciples or marriage, and there were only a few helpers on the mountain who went back and forth once a week to deliver some daily necessities.

  Even now, he is in his eighties but still one of the most sought-after figures on Hong Kong newspapers. However, in recent years, his legs have become weak and after a hospital check-up, it was discovered that due to old age, his kidneys are failing and require regular dialysis.

  The old man entered the ICU ward, and Cha Wenbin was still lying in bed with a cold compress on his forehead. The old man struggled to get up with the nurse's support. He lifted Cha Wenbin's eyelid and took a look, then carefully examined his cheekbones with both hands. After a while, the old man came out and asked for pen and paper, quickly writing something down and telling me to go buy it.

  The old man said to me, "After you bring the things, just wait for me here. I'll go get a dialysis treatment. The silver needle in the middle of his forehead was inserted by me, temporarily sealing off his fate. Don't touch him. After I come out, find a quiet place with few people and we'll take this young man there together. He can still be saved."

  I heard that sentence and nodded like a chick pecking at rice, holding the note and pulling the police officer to run downstairs. If it weren't for him, I really wouldn't have been able to find these things in vast Hong Kong.

  I'm used to buying strange things for Zhang Wenbin, but this old man's list is really hard to find. He wants me to get the longest hair from a newborn girl's head, and a cup of urine from a newborn boy's first pee after birth. He also needs two coins worth of white snake dung, one coin worth of dragon's saliva incense, and a handful of wood shavings from a 300-year-old golden nanmu tree. Other things like gold and silver ingots, incense sticks, paper money, cinnabar, and chicken blood are not new to me, but it's surprising that this is for official business. With He Zhonghua's order, all the shops started working busily, and within half an hour, everything on the old man's list was delivered!

  The old man found the venue he wanted, a shooting training school located in the suburbs, which had been abandoned for over a year and only a few guards were left at the gate.

  The hospital dispatched an ambulance, and Zhen Wenbin was still dizzy from the fever. I noticed that there was a silver needle exposed halfway out of his forehead, but the old man just closed his eyes and rested, looking much better than before.

  After all, it was the old man who spoke first. He asked me: "Whose disciple is he? Who is his master?"

  I only knew that Cha Wenbin often mentioned Ma Suifeng, and I didn't know which school or sect his Tiānzhèngdào came from, so I just reported what he usually said to the old man. However, the old man seemed to have never heard of Ma Suifeng's name, and after confirming with me that Cha Wenbin was indeed a Taoist disciple, he became somewhat excited, spoke more, and kept asking me about some things from his hometown, it could be seen that he still wanted to go back.

  "Dolly, I have something I'd like to discuss with you."

  I saw a glimmer of cunning in his eyes and thought to myself, "He's probably going to ask for something outrageous," but I didn't want to offend him, so I just smiled and said, "Please go ahead, sir. Whatever it is, I'll do my best to make it happen."

  The old man, seeing me agree, showed a happy expression and said: "My hometown is in Qingcheng, Sichuan. There's a place called Lijia Slope in Qingcheng Township. After leaving home at the age of eight, I never went back. Then came the turmoil and I arrived in Hong Kong. Half my life was spent on martial arts and half on spiritual pursuits, but ultimately I didn't accomplish anything that would allow me to return with dignity to see my parents and fellow villagers. I'm old now, my time has come, and I want to make a deal with you: I'll help you rescue this young brother, but you have to promise to send my ashes back to my hometown. First, place them in the Lijia Ancestral Hall for three days to pay respects to my ancestors, then after three days, please bury me in the Lijia ancestral tomb. Can you do this for me?"

  I thought to myself, I didn't agree, but there's no way, anyway, once Cha Wenbin is fine, we'll leave Hong Kong too, and who will remember who by then? Maybe I won't even come back to Hong Kong for the rest of my life.

  "Alright, I promise you!"

  That old man took out a small red thing folded into a hexagon from his pocket and said to me: "This was given to me by the previous master of Chongyang Palace when I came down the mountain. Inside is a safe symbol. Now I'm giving it to you. But don't go back on your word, if you promised something to an old man but didn't do it, the old man will make you wet your bed at night."

  I really didn't expect the old man to give me something, I carelessly stuffed it into my pocket and looked at the old man again, he had already turned his face away and was looking out the window, the expression on his face returned to that calmness but with a hint of expectation.

  The car drove into the big yard, where the wild grass on the ground reached up to my calves. This place was originally a British prison for death row inmates, but later it was converted into a police training ground. Walking through the long and rusty corridor, time seemed to have passed by quickly. When that small room was opened, everyone else was excluded from entering, I was the lucky one who got to see it with my own eyes because I was kept behind by the old man to help with some small tasks.

  When he mixed those messy things together, I even thought he was a god stick. The snake feces were soaked in urine and then kneaded into small strips like dough in a small bowl. The wood shavings of the golden sandalwood and the dragon's saliva were added to the powder as seasonings. A thin wooden strip about half the length of an arm was scraped from the beam of the most famous Wong Tai Sin Temple in Hong Kong, and the hair of a female infant was carefully wrapped around the wooden strip.

  That old man began to knead a sticky mixture on the wooden stick, and slowly I realized that he was making an incense stick!

  When the incense was lit, it was also time for me to leave. He had me place the incense on a candle made from the oil of a deep-sea fish from the South China Sea. This candle was not ordinary, as it could burn for a long time and emit a fragrance that was out of this world.

  After doing all this, the old man had already placed a circle of small copper coins around Zhang Wenbin's body, with an egg standing upright on each coin. On each egg, he drew some patterns with cinnabar, which were different from the talismans, and looked like little people.