Cao Yi pondered for a while and his eyes returned to the purple tree.

According to the memories just passed by this little purple tree, it was sucked in by the Eternal Gate of Life a long time ago. Its name is the Soul Tree, also known as the Memory Tree. As the name suggests, it not only helps those who practice spiritual souls, but also records what has happened.

At the same time, it is also a divine object, otherwise it would not be possible to immediately achieve Nirvana and rebirth after the death of the door of Eternal Life.

Now it is just a child state, and consciousness has not been fully formed, so it can be said that it is very suitable for development.

Of course, all of this is the information given by the Soul Treasure Tree. Whether it is true or false remains to be confirmed.

Close your eyes and use the method of transmitting the spirit to communicate with the soul tree. Soon the soul seemed to be wrapped in warm heat, very comfortable.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

Cao Yi opened his eyes and felt that his soul had increased by more than 50%.

"good"

After Cao Yi nodded in approval, his eyes swept towards the entire space. How could he leave here?

"Don't forget it, leave here."

Cao Yi was going to ask the system, but as soon as he shouted a word, he gave up. He couldn't ask about this system that burns gasoline like burning gasoline.

One second, two seconds...one minute, still staying in place without moving.

Cao Yi closed his eyes, concentrated his energy, opened it again, closed his eyes again, and opened it again... After repeated trials six or seven times, his eyes suddenly returned to the temple.

"Finally back"

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps approached his residence where he was wandering on the earth.

The protagonist Liu Qi's grandfather, the father-in-law of the astronaut Liu Peiqiang, and the old man from the 1995s, Han Zi'ang is here.

Cao Yi got up and entered the passage, and the wind blew under his feet. In a blink of an eye, he passed through the passage of hundreds of meters long and came to his residence. He used the soil to seal the exit.

The footsteps of Han Zi'ang were suspected to be less than a hundred steps away from the door.

Cao Yi sat cross-legged on the cushion, quietly waiting for Han Zi'ang's arrival.

A few minutes later, a very light knock on the door came.

"The door is not locked"

As the door was pushed open from outside, an old man with a familiar face from the 1980s and 1990s walked in.

"Sir, please sit down"

Cao Yi raised his hand and pointed to the cushion beside him.

The old man bowed his hand, came close to him, sat cross-legged, and whispered: "Hello, Taoist Master, my name is Han Zi'ang, and I am a senior driver. I don't know what happened recently, but I'm always upset and can't sleep well. Do you have dungeon syndrome?"

Cao Yi used his golden eyes and immediately saw the black gas rising above Han Zi'ang's head and the blood light that was faintly visible from it.

Immediately pulling off my golden eyes and pushing the cup of tea in front of me quietly, "I have walked so far, I should be thirsty, so drink tea first."

Han Zi'ang noticed the teacup only then, and was stunned after picking it up.

Cao Yi, who also picked up the cup and was about to drink, asked: "Why don't the old man drink?"

"Is there tea in this cup?"

Han Zi'ang's turbid eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Um"

Cao Yi nodded.

In modern times, Xu Keming transferred many of his big names to tea, such as the Wangmantian brand's top-quality Huangshan Maofeng, Xinyang Maojian Tea King "Blue Sky Jade Leaf", and Phoenix Dancong Songzhong No. 1, which is said to be several million per kilogram.

But for him, there is no difference, it is all tea.

Han Zi'ang licked his lips, glanced at Cao Yi, and brought the teacup to his mouth with trembling hands, took a sip, then his eyes lit up, and regardless of the heat, he drank it clean.

"The old man likes it. When I leave, I will give you some."

Cao Yi said.

Han Zi'ang waved his hand quickly, "How can I collect such expensive things in tea?"

Cao Yi chuckled.

"The Taoist Master is not simple. For a long time, only a big man like Mr. Ma can afford to drink valuable things like tea."

Han Zi'ang sighed.

"Mr. Ma? Which Mr. Ma?"

Cao Yi asked.

"Who else can it be, Alipay boss"

Han Zi'ang's eyes were filled with envy.

"President Ma is still alive?"

Even though he was used to the wind and waves, Cao Yi was still a little surprised.

According to the encyclopedia, Alipay always lived in 1964, and now it is in 2075. In other words, Mr. Ma lived 111 years old. As a half-time man, he was very capable of living.

"Mr. Ma is only seven years older than me, and his living conditions are so good, so it's not normal to live."

Halfway through, Han Zi'ang stopped. Did the Taoist priest who could take out the tea get some internal news?

Cao Yi instantly reacted that Mr. Ma should be Ma Yuankun, Jack Ma's son.

Ma Yuankun was born in 1992, just seven years older than Han Zi'ang, who was born in 1999.

"The news says that Mr. Ma is coming to Beijing for a meeting these two days, but it seems that he can't come anymore. No matter how rich he is, he still can't escape the number of days."

Han Zi'ang sighed.

"I asked casually, you're thinking too much."

Cao Yi said lightly.

Han Ziang said oh, and the question he continued to come: "Master, I heard that you are an expert in mental health. Do you think I have dungeon syndrome for this symptom?"

"You are a senior transport truck driver and are on it all year round. How can you get dungeon syndrome?"

Cao Yi asked back.

"It's right"

Han Zi'ang laughed.

Soon, he restrained his smile and lowered his voice and asked, "Master, can you tell fortunes?"

Are you so superstitious after the 1995s?

"See a little bit"

Cao Yi said modestly.

Han Zi'ang continued: "Master, do your best to calculate how long I can live? Although my son-in-law is coming back soon, I still have two grandchildren."

Cao Yi picked up the cup and took another sip of tea, saying, "When you came in just now, I have already calculated it for you."

Han Ziang leaned forward a little, "How long can I live?"

"In less than three days"

Cao Yi said calmly.

Han Zi'ang was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly laughed, "Master, are you kidding me?"

"I never joke"

Cao Yi looked very serious.

Last time, a billionaire lost all his wealth because he was joking with him and almost finished.

"Master, I may have come to the wrong place, thank you for your tea."

Han Zi stood up, bowed his hand, and walked out.

"Go back and see what you lost"

Cao Yi said something casually.

Han Zi'ang paused for a moment and walked out.

Then, with a creak, the door closed.

Cao Yi took out a classic book and read it leisurely.

Three hours later, Han Zi'ang left and returned.

He looked incredible: "Master, my car card is gone."

"Um"

Cao Yi didn't raise his head.

Han Zi'ang walked up to him, sat down, and asked with a nervous look: "Master, I really have less than three days left to live?"

"Not now"
Chapter completed!