Chapter 143: Guarding the Altar
Chapter 143: Guarding the Altar
It was not until this moment that An Rushong noticed the group of people opposite him.
There were four people in the other party's group. The woman who spoke was obviously the one with the highest status, and the remaining three young people were probably her entourage or helpers.
The woman who was speaking was very young and petite.
It's really miniature, just like a hot model who has been shrunk several times in proportion.
The woman looked to be no more than 1.5 meters tall, and she was wearing light grey jeans and a tight black sweater. Although her legs were much shorter than those of the models, they were long enough compared to her height. Most importantly, this woman had nice breasts and a nice butt, and she was also very pretty, with a typical Lolita face.
Looking at this woman, An Rushong inexplicably had a sense of familiarity. He always felt as if he had seen her somewhere.
Seeing An Rusong stop, the first thing the woman did was to bow to him. The woman seemed to be injured, and when she bowed, she was obviously stiff for a moment, and after she stood up, she still had a painful expression on her face.
Seeing the other person's obviously painful expression, An Rushong immediately remembered this woman. Yes, it was that night a while ago when he first came to the Sacred Heart Hospital for a private meeting with Han Meiyan. This woman was obviously the one who was robbed and stabbed that night.
It was only night, and he
That’s not right, An Rushong suddenly realized. He didn’t see what this woman looked like that night. Why did this face give him a familiar feeling?
"Mr. An, don't you remember me?" The woman covered her lower abdomen with one hand and said with a forced smile, "That night, I was injured."
"I remember, I remember," An Rusong said while still frowning and trying to recall, "But I feel like you look very familiar, as if I have seen you somewhere before."
"When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, and when a ghost dies, he becomes a demon." The woman said with a smile.
"Ah!" After hearing the woman say this, An Rushong immediately recalled the other party's identity. That's right, this woman was the "Master Wen" that Sun Manzhu had taken him to see.
"You are Wen." He subconsciously wanted to call the other person "Master Wen." Fortunately, when the title was about to come to his lips, he realized that it was very impolite and swallowed it back.
“Moon Chae Won,” the woman said, smiling. “My name is Moon Chae Won.”
"Ah, yes, yes, I remember you," An Rusong smiled and stretched out his hand, saying, "Master Xianzheng."
"Master Xianzheng, that's just some believers' flattery," Wen Caiyuan's face flashed with embarrassment. She shook hands with An Rushong and said, "Mr. An, just call me Caiyuan."
"Oh, how fitting," An Rushong laughed.
"What's inappropriate about this? After all, you are my altar protector," Wen Caiyuan said with a straight expression on his face.
"What?" An Rushong didn't hear her words clearly and asked again.
Wen Caiyuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mr. An, do you have time now?"
"What do you mean?" An Rushong asked tentatively.
"If Mr. An has time, I would like to invite you to dinner," Wen Caiyuan said, "and I would also like to talk to you. In fact, I have wanted to contact you in the past two days, but I just haven't found the time. I didn't expect to meet you today."
An Rushong was a little curious. From what the other party said, it seemed that Wen Caiyuan knew who he was a long time ago.
Well, it was not surprising that she knew who saved her that night, because An Rusong had registered at that time, but it was not easy for her to connect the name An Rusong with the saying "People become ghosts after death, and ghosts become 魙" through that registration. What does this mean? Does it mean that An Rusong left a deep impression on her at that time?
"Is it important?" An Rushong looked up in the direction of Building D and asked.
"Yes, I hope Mr. An can honor me with his presence," Wen Caiyuan nodded.
An Rushong was actually quite interested in this "Master Wen", not only because the other party was a miniature beauty with a lolita face, but mainly because the other party's identity was rather special.
When he went to "see the immortal" at the beginning, he learned about it from Sun Manzhu. This "Master Xianzheng" is quite famous in Seoul. In the words of the industry, she is "very knowledgeable", otherwise her fees would not be so high.
An Rushong really didn't believe in these ghostly things, and he didn't believe that these shamans and witches really had the ability to communicate between yin and yang. At least the "Master Xianzheng" in front of him didn't have this ability, otherwise, she should have seen at a glance that the man in front of her was a real soul parasite.
However, it doesn't matter whether he believes it or not. The people of the Republic of Korea do believe it. And not only ordinary people believe it, but also those high-ranking officials and politicians believe it as well. They can even be said to be firm believers.
Therefore, in An Rusong's opinion, it is definitely not a bad thing to get to know one or two "masters" with great reputation and profound knowledge. "Then Master Xianzheng, can you wait for me for a while?" An Rusong said, "I am here to see a patient."
"Of course," Wen Caiyuan seemed quite happy. She said without hesitation, "Mr. An, go visit your friends. I'll wait for you in the car."
An Rushong nodded, bowed slightly to the other party, and then walked straight towards Building D.
The reason why he came to meet Han Meiyan at noon was nothing more than an ordinary lunch between an adulterous couple, nothing serious. If Wen Caiyuan hadn't appeared, An Rusong would have been happy to accompany Han Meiyan in the ward, oh, not only Han Meiyan herself, but also her extremely obedient assistant Pei Meina.
Now, since "Master Xianzheng" has come forward to invite him personally, he naturally has to get down to business.
After running around the ward and having a brief chat with Han Meiyan, An Rushong found an excuse to leave and returned to the parking lot.
When he returned to the entrance of the parking lot, a white Chevrolet Suburban was already parked there, and Wen Caiyuan and an entourage were waiting next to the car.
Walking closer, An Rusong looked at the extra-long body of the car and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is this your car?"
"I seldom sit down either," Wen Caiyuan said with a restrained smile.
Although she did not answer directly, the answer was clearly given. To be honest, An Rushong really did not expect that this petite woman would buy such a big car. Is it because she is small in stature that she particularly likes big cars?
Ha, interesting!
An Rusong got into the car without any polite words. After he sat down, he suddenly realized that there was a partition between the car and the driver's cab in front. The only thing that could really connect the two areas was a square window above the partition that was the size of a human head. At this moment, the square window was still closed, so he couldn't see what was going on in the driver's cab.
Following An Rushong, Wen Caiyuan stepped on the pedal and got into the car. Her entourage closed the door and went to the passenger seat.
"Master Xianzheng, what did you just say?" An Rushong asked as the car started moving.
"Mr. An, just call me Caiyuan," Wen Caiyuan interrupted him and said, "If you don't mind, I would like to call you by your first name, is that okay?"
An Rusong glanced at the other party and said, "Okay, then I'm sorry."
"There is nothing rude about this," Wen Caiyuan said with a smile, "I have already said that you are my altar protector. We are originally people of the same cultivation level, and we should not be divided."
"Stop, stop, stop!" This time An Rusong finally heard clearly. He quickly interrupted the other party and said, "What did you say? Guarding the altar? What is that?"
“To put it simply, you are my Dharma Protector,” Wen Caiyuan said, “the one who protects my safety on the path of cultivation.”
An Rushong was stunned. Only then did he realize that he was actually a god, a venerable one.
Wen Caiyuan obviously saw his surprise, and continued: "In fact, I have already calculated that in the near future, I will encounter a bloody disaster. This is a 'calamity' that cannot be avoided by itself. I can only rely on..."
"Okay, I understand," An Rusong interrupted him again and said, "You were injured that night, and it was because you were robbed, so it was difficult to explain to the believers? Then you came up with an excuse of protecting the altar, and wanted to cover up the matter with those mysterious statements?"
Wen Caiyuan obviously didn't expect that the other party would expose her words in person, and said it so directly. Although she has a great reputation and a title of "Master Xianzheng", after all, she is only a woman in her twenties. She is very proficient in those tricks used to deceive people, but her ability to deal with such embarrassment is far from enough.
Therefore, she was stumped by An Rushong's two consecutive questions for a moment, and even the expression on her face froze.
"Cai Yuan," An Rusong stared at the other person for a few seconds, and just when the other person's face showed anger, he smiled and said, "I am not mocking you, nor am I questioning you. I just doubt whether your statement can help you get through this crisis."
That’s right, even though Wen Caiyuan hadn’t finished speaking yet, An Rushong already understood what she was thinking.
Master Wen is a master of revealing the truth, and her great power is to "destroy evil and reveal the truth." But now, she herself has been attacked by villains and almost lost her life. Will her followers have doubts about her Taoism?
Really? If she can't even break her own bad luck, how can she help others? This question is clearly placed in front of everyone. Even if the believers don't say it out loud, they will have this doubt in their hearts.
(End of this chapter)