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Chapter 310 Uncle Feng Suffers from Cancer
After Huadi and the girl walked into the living room together, the girl didn't stop, but walked straight into the other room. She knocked twice on the door, seemingly unconcerned about whether there was a response from inside. She pushed the door open without hesitation and walked straight in. Seeing this, Huadi followed her into the room.
Upon entering the room, Hua Di's eyes were drawn to three people. These three people were all too familiar to Hua Di's soul. One of them was the hermit master Hua Di was searching for—Uncle Feng. The other two were the two policemen who had been pursuing A-Lian in the movie "The Exorcist Police."
Huadi couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. He hadn't expected that after all these years, the two men still hadn't decided the winner, and still hadn't truly won A-Lian's heart. However, Huadi was somewhat disappointed to find that Uncle Feng was lying in bed, and the two policemen seemed to be caring for him. Could it be that Uncle Feng was ill?
Huadi quickly walked to the bed, showed his ID to Uncle Feng, and said to him solemnly: "Uncle Feng, the Jiuju faction has come to Hong Kong again. Hong Kong needs your help now!"
When Uncle Feng heard what Huadi said, his originally weak body suddenly seemed to be injected with a strong force. He suddenly threw back the quilt and tried to get out of bed. However, the moment he stood up, A Lian quickly reached out and pushed him back onto the bed.
A-Lian's eyes were bloodshot, her eye sockets slightly red, tears welling up in them, as if they were about to fall. Her voice choked with sobs as she said to Huadi, "Officer Liu, please don't make things difficult for my uncle. He's already so pitiful. Don't you know he has cancer?"
A-Lian's emotions grew increasingly agitated, her voice rising an octave unconsciously. "You officials, can't you let my uncle spend his final days in peace? He's given so much to society, can't you just let him enjoy his last days? Are you going to make him spend even just a few moments at work? Do you have any compassion at all?"
Wah-di was shocked by A-lian's words. He stared at her blankly, not knowing how to respond. However, after calming down and thinking carefully, he felt that what A-lian said was not unreasonable. After all, it was a well-known fact that the actor who played Uncle Feng, Lin Zhengying, passed away from cancer.
In this world, receiving feedback from the original world is a perfectly normal thing. Perhaps this is fate.
Although Huadi's heart was filled with reluctance and contradiction, he took a deep breath and said the following words firmly:
"I'm sorry, Uncle Feng, I really don't know. I'm from the Regional Crime Squad, and matters concerning the Far Island Police Station won't be disclosed to me. I understand that asking you to continue exorcising demons now is extremely cruel. It's not only against morality, but also makes me seem heartless. However, the reality is that we have reached a point where we have no other choice. Miss A-Lian, and these two colleagues, please step aside for a moment. What I'm about to say is highly confidential, and can only be discussed with Uncle Feng alone."
As soon as Huadi finished speaking, Uncle Feng waved his hand without hesitation, signaling A-Lian and the other three to leave first. A-Lian and the others looked at each other. Although they were a little confused and worried, they still obediently walked out of the room.
After A-Lian and the others disappeared through the doorway, Uncle Feng turned around, looked at Hua Di with a sharp gaze, and said, "Commander, if you have anything to say, please feel free to tell me. Although I am old and ill, I am not completely exhausted. As long as I am still breathing, I will never let those Japanese devils act recklessly on our Chinese land!"
Huadi's respect for Uncle Feng surged in his heart like a surging river. This is the character of the older generation of Chinese people! They have experienced ups and downs, but they still stick to their principles and beliefs.
Hua Di suppressed his inner grief and told Uncle Feng the details of the Jiu Ju sect's plan to use the feng shui situation in Hong Kong to pry open the earth dragon, causing the dragon vein to backfire. He knew what this news meant to Uncle Feng, but he had no choice because only Uncle Feng was capable of handling such a crisis.
Not only that, Huadi also told Uncle Feng that the people sent by Japan were none other than the younger brother of my grandson's sister, who was eliminated by Uncle Feng, as well as two high priests from the shrine. This undoubtedly added a bit of danger to the already serious situation.
Hua Di knew full well that in this fantastical match, even the highest of martial arts skills would hardly make a real difference. And even if Uncle Feng ultimately triumphed, it would undoubtedly have a severe impact on his lifespan. The thought of Uncle Feng potentially losing his life in this duel was a heartbreaking thought.
However, after Hua Di finished speaking, Uncle Feng did not hesitate at all. He stood up from the bed and said with a firm look, "Let's go, sir. Rather than die in this bed, I would rather do something more for Hong Kong."
In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the window into the room. Uncle Feng slowly rose from his bed. He stretched, then began to methodically pack his magical instruments, talismans, and other items he might need. These items were more than just tools for him; they were testaments to his years of wandering the martial world.
After everything was ready, Uncle Feng took a deep breath and resolutely pushed open the door. The moment the door opened, he saw A-Lian standing at the door with a worried look on her face. A-Lian's eyes were red and swollen, obviously she had just cried. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
Uncle Feng felt a pang of grief. He quickly walked over to A-Lian and hugged her tightly. A-Lian's body trembled slightly, and tears flowed like a flood. Uncle Feng gently patted A-Lian's back and comforted her, "Don't be sad, A-Lian. It doesn't matter where I die. As long as I can do something for Hong Kong, I think it's all worth it."
Ah Lian raised her head, looked at Uncle Feng through tearful eyes, and choked up as she said, "But I can't bear to leave you, Uncle Feng. What would I do if anything happened to you?"
Uncle Feng smiled, wiped the tears from the corners of A-Lian's eyes with his hand, and said, "Silly girl, I'm fine, aren't I? Don't worry, I will come back safely. But you, I've been worried about you all the time."
A-Lian lowered her head and was silent for a moment, then she said softly, "Uncle Feng, I know what you want to say. Those two silly boys, I... I don't know how to choose."
Uncle Feng sighed and said, "Alian, you're not young anymore. It's time to make a decision. Although neither of them is rich or powerful, I can see their sincerity towards you. No matter who you choose, I believe they will love and care for you wholeheartedly."
A-Lian bit her lip, as if she was making a difficult decision deep in her heart. Seeing this, Uncle Feng patted A-Lian's shoulder again and said, "Okay, don't think too much. No matter who you choose in the end, I will be happy for you."
After saying this, Uncle Feng slowly pushed A-Lian away, turned around, and left with Hua-Di. A-Lian stood there, watching Uncle Feng's receding figure, tears streaming down her face like beads from a broken string. Her heart was filled with pain and helplessness, as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment.
Huadi and Uncle Feng stood side by side as they boarded the ferry back to Hong Kong Island. As the ferry slowly pulled away from the shore, Uncle Feng's gaze remained fixed on the receding island. This island had shaped Uncle Feng's life for decades, and every plant and tree here was inextricably linked to him, deeply etched in his heart.
Uncle Feng gazed quietly into the distance, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up in his heart. He wondered if he would ever have the chance to return to this familiar land after this departure. Yet, he betrayed no trace of sadness; his eyes were remarkably firm, as if he had already made a decision.
Huadi noticed something strange about Uncle Feng. He followed his gaze and saw the distant island getting smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared at the end of the sea. Huadi couldn't help but recall some past events, and a wave of emotion welled up in his heart.
At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed through Hua Di's mind. He immediately turned around, looked at Uncle Feng, and asked, "Uncle Feng, if someone can learn your Taoism, can they fight the Japanese on your behalf?"
Uncle Feng stared at Hua Di expressionlessly, his lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just uttered, "Thank you for your concern, sir." His voice was calm and cold, as if there was no emotional fluctuation at all.
Yet, beneath this calm surface, Uncle Feng's heart was like a turbulent sea. He wanted to say something, perhaps about the difficulties of practicing Taoism, perhaps about his frustration at the tight deadlines, or perhaps about his regret for not finding a suitable successor sooner. But he swallowed all those words back.
"That's basically impossible," Uncle Feng continued. "Taoism can't be mastered overnight. It requires a long period of accumulation and comprehension, and countless trials and tribulations. And time is so short now, it's simply impossible for anyone to grasp the essence of Taoism in a short period of time."
His words revealed a deep sense of powerlessness, as if facing the relentless passage of time, he felt that all his efforts had become insignificant.
Uncle Feng paused and continued, "Besides, I only regret not choosing a suitable successor sooner. When I learned I was seriously ill, there was no time to look for one. My master had already passed away, and I lost contact with my fellow apprentices in that catastrophe."
At this point, Uncle Feng's voice choked slightly, his heart filled with self-blame and regret. He couldn't help but think of the opportunities he had missed, the people who could have been his successors, but who, for various reasons, passed him by.
Uncle Feng sighed deeply, his heart filled with grief. He sincerely blamed himself for not accepting a disciple sooner, for not passing on his teachings while there was still time.