"Yes, not entirely." Zhuge Lang replied, "Transferring merits to ordinary people will only make ordinary people have a smooth life, but they will not encounter great opportunities. The reason why you encounter great opportunities is because of your master.
The reason, and more importantly, is that you yourself are also a meritorious person. The merits of the two of you have undergone chemical changes in you, attracting opportunities from heaven and earth."
Ruan Qi always thought that Bai Li hitting her on the head more than a year ago was just a random chance.
Little did they know, it turns out that the artifact can smash anyone’s head.
Baili is an artifact born from heaven and earth, and all his destiny trajectories will conform to the breath of heaven and earth.
He can sense the fortune and virtue of heaven and earth, and will also be attracted by the virtue of fortune. That's why he fell from the sky more than a year ago and hit Ruan Qi accurately on the head.
All this is not a coincidence, but a trace of fate.
The beginning of this fate was when Nie Beilou transferred his merits to Ruan Qi.
After figuring out the ins and outs of the matter, Mr. Xi couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Mr. Nie loves his disciples so much! Zhuge, since Xiao Qi has merit, can the crisis of the thirteen bloody stars be resolved with merit?" p>
Zhuge Lang shook his head.
"She has already passed through a death calamity, and her merits have already been transformed into opportunities, and there is no way to resolve the second crisis. Moreover, she is now considered a dead person. Both her destiny and merits belong to the living person, so for the dead
People who don’t have any effect.”
"Then where can she find hope?" Mr. Xi asked.
Zhuge Lang: "Dead people naturally look for hope in the dead."
"On a dead person?" Mr. Xi's eyes widened, "Are you kidding me? How can there be life on a dead person? Could it be that your calculation is wrong?"
Zhuge Lang glanced at him lightly: "It took me half a month to calculate the results before I came here. Are you questioning my professional ability?"
Mr. Xi choked up when asked.
"...That's not what I meant." He murmured in a low voice, "It's just that it's a bit nonsense to look for life in the dead. We can't dig up people's graves."
Zhuge Lang: "I just asked you to look for life, not dig graves."
"How can you know if the dead are alive without digging their graves?" Mr. Xi asked back.
Zhuge Lang didn't want to talk to an old man who didn't understand him. He turned to look at Ruan Qi and said, "In your past experiences, have you ever had a deep entanglement with a dead person?"
"...Getting entangled with the dead?" Ruan Qi frowned, and the first thing that came to mind was Brother Bingshan from ten years ago.
In her fragmented memory, Brother Bingshan was finally thrown into the lake.
But if Brother Bingshan is Xi Jiu, then he escaped from death and survived safely.
But what if he is not Xi Jiu?
Will Brother Bingshan still be alive?
Ruan Qi's memory was incomplete and she could not think clearly about the past. She turned to look at Xi Jiu and asked tentatively: "Jiujiu, do you think Brother Bingshan survived?"
Xi Jiu's dark eyes flickered slightly.
He looked at the little girl. There was caution and a bit of expectation in her eyes, as if she was waiting for him to tell the truth.
A trace of guilt emerged in Xi Jiu's heart.
In order for Ruan Qi not to be irritated anymore, he did not dare to tell the true identity of Brother Bingshan. Otherwise, with the little girl's intelligence, she would definitely find out that he had been in a vegetative state for two years.
Ruan Qi's mental state has always been very unstable. No one can guarantee that she will have a mental breakdown after learning that he has been in a vegetative state.
Xi Jiu can only hide it.
But now Brother Bingshan's matter involves Ruan Qi's life.
Brother Bingshan is not a dead person, and life cannot be in him. In order to prevent Ruan Qi from wasting time on wrong guesses, Xi Jiu hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Ji Ren has his own destiny, he will live."<
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Ruan Qi's eyes flashed.
Xi Jiu's words made her more certain about Brother Bingshan's identity.
Brother Bingshan is most likely Xi Jiu.
Since it is Xi Jiu, then Brother Bingshan is not a dead person, and he will not have her vitality in him.
Who could be the dead person possessing her vitality?
Ruan Qi thought for a long time, and then remembered another person - her grandmother Liu Qiuyu.
But soon, Zhuge Lang rejected this candidate.
"When your own grandma passed away, you were not yet born. It was your parents who were entangled with her. You and her were only tied by blood, and it was not a deep entanglement. The dead person who attached to your life must be
People who have interacted with you. If you think about it carefully, what incident did you encounter in the past that would cause you to have a fatal entanglement with someone?"
Ruan Qi was questioned by Zhuge Lang.
She only lived for a short twenty years, and spent most of her time in Qingyun Village. The only two things that related to her life and death were Yangliu's almost miscarriage and the incident ten years ago.
Yang Liu's almost miscarriage did not involve a dead person.
And what happened ten years ago...
Ruan Qi's brows knitted into small knots, and she apologized to Zhuge Lang: "Mr. Zhuge, I lost some memories ten years ago. Many people can't remember many things."
Zhuge Lang nodded in understanding.
"Judging from your destiny, you did have a great calamity when you were nine years old. This calamity is full of blood evil energy and will tie you down for many years. Girl, if you really can't think of who the dead person you are deeply entangled with is, then
I suggest you restore your memory as soon as possible."
"Perhaps the dead person who is alive is in your missing memory."
The sun gradually moved from the east to the top of the head. After completing his mission, Zhuge Lang said goodbye and left.
The study room was empty, Ruan Qi was sitting by the window, holding her cheek with her right hand.
She was thinking about Zhuge Lang's words.
The study door was suddenly opened.
The sound of slow footsteps came from far away, and a cool crystal cup was gently placed on Ruan Qi's face.
Ruan Qi came back to her senses, turned her head, and saw the man standing behind her.
"Jiujiu."
Xi Jiu said 'hmm'. He pulled up a chair and sat down, then handed the crystal cup to the little girl, "Yoghurt ice cream, Lao Chen just made it."
Ruan Qi looked at the milky ice cream, and her heavy heart relaxed a lot.
She took a bite with a small spoon and asked Xi Jiu: "Where is Grandpa Xi?"
"Mr. Zhuge went to the kitchen after seeing him off." Xi Jiu replied, "He asked Chef Chen to add a few more dishes for you."
Ruan Qi's eyebrows curled up unconsciously.
"How can I be so edible? Grandpa Xi wants to feed me into a little fat pig?"
Xi Jiu rubbed the top of her head and said in a low and gentle voice: "It's not bad to feed them into fat piglets. They are white and tender and taste better."
Men drive when they disagree.
Ruan Qi blushed a little and said fiercely: "In the clear sky and white sun, can you be more serious!"
"Maybe it's not possible." Xi Jiu chuckled and pinched her cheek, "The little fat pig is too cute, what should I do if I can't control it?"