Chapter 981: Chapter 981: Self-inflicted
The other side.
After Jiangli finished her usual livestream, she exited the room and went to rest, not bothering with Guo Xuwen’s issue at all.
In their line of work, they focus on guiding people away from bad luck and helping save lives, but it’s hard to persuade someone who is digging their own grave with good advice.
She had already warned him, whether Guo Xuwen believed it or not was up to him.
But the next morning, at around five o’clock, the doors of Jiaoyang Temple were being pounded loudly.
The banging noises startled Xia Xin and Master Wu awake from their sleep, giving both of them a fright.
When Xia Xin quickly ran out of his room, he was so flustered he forgot to wear shoes. His mind was still foggy while his heart raced, his body moving instinctively to the front door.
With blurred eyes, he opened the door, and saw three people standing there: an elderly couple and a young man slightly older than him.
Xia Xin asked, a bit dazed, “Why have you come to Jiaoyang Temple so early, is there something you need?”
The elderly couple looked tense and frightened.
The young man’s face was flushed deep red, like an overripe watermelon, with even his eyes showing reddish, clearly abnormal.
Leaning on the couple for support, bent over as if in pain, he bared his teeth at Xia Xin’s question and squeezed out words from his dry, cracked lips, “Jiangli is the Abbot here, correct?”
“Yes—” Upon hearing this, Xia Xin understood their intent. “Are you here to ask for help from our Abbot? But you’ve come very early, everyone is still resting at this time.”
The woman beside, upon hearing this, becoming anxious and choked with sobs, “We are asking the Abbot to save a life! Please help us, otherwise my son’s life is in danger!”
Looking at the extremely weak young man, Xia Xin felt compassion and said, “Then come in first, I’ll go and get the Abbot for you.”
“Thank you, little master, thank you!”
Hearing this, the couple was overwhelmingly grateful, repeatedly expressing thanks as they supported the young man and followed Xia Xin into Jiaoyang Temple.
As Xia Xin led them inside, he asked about their situation.
The young man weakly lifted his eyelids, appearing to be in unbearable pain, and let his head droop again, the veins on his neck bulging, as if unable to speak.
Seeing this, the woman started crying in desperation, “We don’t know what’s happening either. Yesterday, in the livestream, the Abbot gave him a prophecy and said… that’s why we rushed here to seek the Abbot’s help!”
Upon hearing this, Xia Xin paused for a second and looked at the young man, “Is your online ID called Huang Batian?”
The young man showed a moment of embarrassment, softly replying with a “hmm”.
Xia Xin immediately understood. Among the five names drawn by the ancestor yesterday, four had no significant issues, but one Huang Batian was not quite normal.
This early in the morning, the only one who would come seeking help must be Huang Batian.
Xia Xin remembered how vulgar Huang Batian’s words were in the livestream yesterday.
However, seeing him in such a dire state now, Xia Xin didn’t say anything further, instead guiding them to the side hall.
At this point, Fu’er had also woken up.
Xia Xin handed them over to Fu’er, asking him to look after them while he went to get Jiangli.
Fu’er waved his hand.
Xia Xin first left the side hall.
Fu’er glanced at Huang Batian, or Guo Xuwen, and sighed deeply with full meaning, “This ailment will be difficult to cure, I’m afraid.”
Seeing this, Guo Xuwen’s mother, Su Lifan, quickly asked, “Master, what do you mean by that? Can you also check my son’s illness?”
Fu’er turned to pour a cup of water, rinsed his mouth, and then said, “Your son’s illness is not easy to treat. As the saying goes, ‘Heaven may forgive sins imposed by fate, but self-inflicted sins are hard to live with.'”