The days when I was forced to be a magic stick

Yan An's hometown is in the countryside of the county town. Although it is not as convenient as in the city, it has beautiful mountains and clear waters and fresh air. It is suitable for the elderly like Grandpa Yan to live.

Their family also has several storefronts in the city, which they bought when Yan An's father was still there, planning to use them for business.

At that time, land prices were not as high as they are now. Father Yan was willing to endure hardships and wanted to do logistics to save money and start a business.I just don't want to have a car accident in the end, the car is destroyed and people die.

Yan An's mother had a deep relationship with Yan's father and his wife. She had been in poor health, but she passed away not long after this blow. The remaining seven-year-old Yan An lived with her grandfather.

Grandpa Yan knew that he was not suitable for business, so after the grief passed, he rented out the shop and charged a little rent every year, plus the carpenter's wages, he could support his grandfather and grandson.

Later, when the house was being demolished, Grandpa Yan thought that they would not be short of a place to live, so he didn't ask for money, but replaced it with a facade.

Yan An knew about these things.

It's just, "Grandpa, didn't you say that Mr. An is sick? Why don't you go to the hospital." No matter how you look at it, you are walking home, and although he is not familiar with Mr. An, Grandpa and Mr. An are close. Grandpa's current state is not like Mr. An's accident.

"Who told you that Mr. An was sick?"

"Didn't your call in the afternoon say,"

Grandpa Yan turned around with an unprecedented serious expression, "You will know when you arrive."

For some reason, Yan An suddenly thought of the changes in himself.

Arriving home before it was completely dark, Yan An put his luggage away, and before he even had time to drink, he was dragged out by Grandpa Yan, up the mountain.

The houses in the countryside are sparsely built, except for the light of the flashlight, only a little bit of light can be vaguely seen hidden in the dense woods.

The old Taoist temple is located near the top of the mountain, and there is only a path paved with stone slabs to go up the mountain.Yan An and Grandpa walked along the road one after the other. There were bamboo forests on both sides of the road, and chirping insects could be heard from inside.

On the way, Yan An made indirect remarks, trying to find out what was wrong with Mr. An, but Grandpa Yan didn't speak, Yan An had no choice, and the two of them were speechless all the way.

The mountain is not high, they arrived at their destination soon, and an ordinary Taoist temple appeared in front of Yan An.

The door was opened, and the lights inside were bright, but it was very quiet. It seemed that even the bugs didn't scream much here.

"Follow." After saying this, Grandpa Yan walked in first.

This Taoist temple is a single-story wooden building surrounded by walls.After crossing the empty yard, entering the main entrance, and following a right turn into a room, Grandpa Yan stopped.

Yan An didn't pay attention, and was still thinking about the portrait enshrined in the main room just now.

When he was distracted, Mr. An, who was sitting across from him, looked at him quietly, with both relief and regret in his eyes.

"An'an!" Grandpa Yan yelled, hating iron for nothing.Such a big person, why is he still inattentive like when he was a child, and he doesn't know how to call someone.

"grandfather?"

Grandpa Yan glared at him, what did you tell me to do, call me Mr. An!

"Brother, let me talk to An An." Mr. An said calmly, "Upstairs I got a new can of famous tea, which is your favorite sparrow."

"That's a good relationship, then I'll go make two pots first."

Once Grandpa Yan left, only Yan An and Mr. An were left in the room.

Mr. An pointed to the wooden chair opposite the table, "Sit."

Yan An did not refuse, and called "Mr. An" as a greeting.The last time he saw Mr. An was more than ten years ago. At that time, Mr. An looked only about 40 years old, but now his beard and hair are all white.

Wearing a gray Taoist robe, he has the appearance of a Taoist priest.

"According to seniority, you should call me grandpa." Mr. An said.

Yan An stopped pouring water, then raised his head in astonishment.

Yan An knew that his parents grew up together. Others said that his mother was a bought child bride. Although his grandfather always denied it, he never mentioned his grandparents.

Gradually, even he himself believed it a little bit.What about the child bride?In Yan An's limited memory, although his mother is in poor health, his parents have always been very loving.

But now someone suddenly told him that he has a grandfather?Or is it Mr. An who basically has nothing to do with their family except for his grandfather?

Mr. An took a sip of water, "I'm actually not a local..."

Mr. An's full name is An Yan, and he is an orphan. When his master accepted him as an apprentice, he said that his talent was rare in a hundred years, so he taught him all he had learned throughout his life, hoping that he would carry forward the school of metaphysics.

An Yan is eager to learn, and he lived up to his master's high expectations. He became famous at a young age, almost everyone in the circle knows everyone, and there is an endless stream of people who come to ask him to see Feng Shui every day.

However, metaphysics can't escape the five disadvantages and the three disadvantages, "widowed, widowed, lonely, lonely, and disabled", "money, life, and power".

An Yan lost his most respected and beloved master when he was most energetic, and then his beloved wife.

At that time, he thought with all his heart that he could change his fate and not suffer from five disadvantages and three shortcomings.

But God is fair.

This world operates with its own laws, and those who spy on the secrets and change the rules of the operation of things will be punished by heaven.The development of things has its own cause and effect, and forcibly intervening to change the cause and effect will cause unwarranted disasters.

No matter how powerful a person is, how can he fight against the sky?An Yan is not someone who is obsessed with fame and fortune. Knowing that he could not escape five disadvantages and three disadvantages, in order not to lose his young daughter, he concealed his identity and completely disappeared from the Fengshui world.

He came to Yanjin County and met Grandpa Yan who was alone with his son.

So Grandpa Yan's family had an extra daughter, and Yanjin County had an extra Taoist priest.

Over the years, some people came to see Mr. An's Feng Shui, but they were small wealthy businessmen who wanted peace of mind. Most of them didn't even know about An Yan's deeds back then, so Mr. An's life in anonymity was fairly stable.

This matter was kept secret by the two old people for nearly 40 years, from when Yan An's parents were still children until now Yan An is an adult.

After Mr. An finished speaking, he looked carefully at Yan An who was opposite him. After all, he was different from the person in the photo.He didn't rush for Yan An to call him grandpa, but let Yan An digest the news slowly.

He tried his best to show that he didn't care, but how could Yan An fail to see the expectation in the other party's eyes?

However, Yan An couldn't easily say those two words to someone who had been absent for 20 years.Especially before he doubted whether his death had anything to do with Mr. An.

Now that I think about it, his previous suspicions are also unreasonable, not to mention that Mr. An saved him when he was a child, because of that weird sleepwalking behavior, the destination is not this old Taoist temple, but B City thousands of miles away.

Yan An pursed his lips, "Since you have kept it a secret for so long, why are you telling me now?" He looked directly at the old man with an old face, wanting an explanation.

"You should have noticed something wrong with you."

Yan An's pupils shrank.

"Mr. An! Mr. An! Save my son!"

"Mr. An, please! Save my son!"

A shrill female voice mixed with sobs came from far and near.Mr. An's complexion changed, and he immediately got up and walked outside.

Yan An followed closely, walked to the main room and happened to run into Grandpa Yan who heard the noise coming downstairs, "Grandpa."

Grandpa Yan waved his hand, "Hurry up and see if there is anything that can help you."

The two walked to the yard outside the house, and by the light, they saw a young woman kneeling in front of Mr. An.She grabbed Mr. An's trouser legs with both hands, and lay her whole body on the ground, trembling slightly from time to time as she sobbed. This was an extremely humble gesture.

Yan An looked around, but he didn't find the son the woman was talking about.

"I can't save him." Mr. An said with a sigh, taking a few steps back to avoid him.

The woman stepped forward on her knees, "Mr. Anxiety, can you save my son? You must save him, he is only less than three years old, so young." She began to cry again.

"You are late."

Mr. An's words immediately caused the woman to collapse. She fell to the ground in a daze, covering her face with her hands and crying uncontrollably.

Yan An couldn't stand it anymore, "Medical technology is so advanced now, eldest sister, don't give up easily." Although Mr. An is his grandfather in name, he still wants to say that if you are sick, you should go to the hospital.It's that straightforward.

As expected, he was glared at by grandpa.

"No," the woman shook her head, crying in embarrassment on her face, "my son is missing."

"Missing? Then call the police." Finding the police is more useful than praying to God or Buddha.

But the woman stopped paying attention to Yan An, "Mr. An, is it really late, my son..." She seemed to think of something, and took out a bunch of things from her bag, "I brought Lele Can you take a look at his birthday horoscope, and the things he often comes into contact with?"

Yan An, who was ignored, touched his nose in embarrassment, and accidentally saw a photo that fell out of the woman's bag. It showed a little boy riding a merry-go-round.He didn't pay attention at first, but found that the little boy looked familiar.

"It's not your son, it's my problem. You're late," Mr. An shook his head. "It's not me who can help you."

It's not me who can help you.This sentence is obviously different from the previous "I can't help you".

The woman's eyes lit up. If Mr. An can't help her, then he must know who can help her!As if holding on to the last hope, the woman asked anxiously, "Mr. Qiu An pointed out the way!"

Mr. An just avoided her and didn't speak.The woman was so anxious that she was about to ask again, but she heard a clear male voice say, "If your son is the one in the photo, I think I have seen him."

Yan An bent down to pick up the photo on the ground, not noticing the satisfied smile on Mr. An's face.