bookrandom Chapter 332 Has this bamboo become a spirit?
Chapter 332 Has this bamboo become a spirit?
Xie Qianglong and the girl looked at the yellow talisman in surprise as it suddenly ignited and turned into ashes in an instant.
The two looked at each other.
Xie Qianglong whispered: "This, this is also a master?"
The girl nodded hesitantly: "Yes, they are the people brought by the master. They should be here to help."
Anyway, ever since Su Chen stood beside the bed, this person has not moved, staring at the only bathroom on the second floor.
"Then what was he doing just now? Not in the room but here?"
The girl shook her head blankly.
Wang Haitao observed for a while, then turned around with a grin.
Seeing Xie Qianglong was stunned for a moment, and then seeing the two of them getting close to each other, he curiously asked the girl: "Is this your boyfriend?"
The girl waved her hands hurriedly.
Xie Qianglong also denied it: "Not yet."
Three words are enough to explain everything.
Wang Haitao's gaze towards the girl changed instantly, and he walked up and patted Xie Qianglong on the shoulder.
"Boys should be bold in pursuing girls, but don't take them to indecent places."
Xie Qianglong: "Impossible..."
"With your yellow hair, it's impossible."
"I tell you, she looks very well-behaved and sensible. Don't bully her and lead her astray."
The girl's face was as red as a monkey's butt.
"You, don't talk nonsense..."
"We just met tonight, he's just a warm-hearted, good guy."
Xie Qianglong originally had some complaints about his yellow hair, but when he heard the girl say that he was a good person, he immediately smiled.
Wang Haitao couldn't bear to watch it.
The three of them waited for another half an hour. Seeing Su Chen, as if he had been pulled out of the water, covered in sweat, Wang Haitao sighed, "It's rare to see Master Su Tianshi working so hard."
He asked the two people, "What's going on with this evil spirit?"
"Evil spirit?"
Xie Qianglong and the girl were both confused.
"Isn't it a death surrender?"
Wang Haitao shuddered, in disbelief: "Black magic?"
"Master, do you know?"
Wang Haitao curled his lips: "Nonsense, it's like thunder in my ears."
"Let me tell you, these people from Nanyang really do everything they can to achieve their goals. They're so insidious and cunning. They can do a thousand different things with this black magic. I saw it before when I went to Hong Kong. A head flew off a person's neck, spewing out blood mist..."
He was halfway through his words when he saw Su Chen slowly exhale.
Wang Haitao hurriedly strode into the room: "Alright?"
Su Chen took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. Then the Taoist power evaporated and his whole body was soon covered with a layer of mist. When the mist disappeared, his hair and clothes were dry.
"I heard them say that he surrendered dead?" Wang Haitao asked.
"This thing is extremely sinister. It's said that once it's cast, there's no antidote."
Su Chen nodded: "It is very troublesome."
Wang Haitao was surprised: "Master Su, you really figured it out?"
"Cow!" He gave a thumbs up.
Su Chen pressed his hand down: "What about what I asked you to do?"
"Don't worry, the tracking charm has been attached. Although it's low-level, it should last for three hours."
Su Chen felt relieved and met the girl's nervous gaze.
"Don't worry, all the insects in your body have been eliminated."
"You should be able to recover after resting for a while."
"Get me a pen and paper."
The girl finally came back to her senses, ran downstairs, and quickly handed a pen and paper to Su Chen.
After writing down the prescription, Su Chen reminded: "You should eat a light diet for the next half month, and you can take a walk in the sun when the weather is fine."
As he was speaking, the old man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
"Xiaohe?"
The girl was nodding calmly at first, but when she heard the call, her eyes instantly turned red.
"grandfather!"
"Grandpa, you finally woke up. Woohoo, I was almost scared to death."
Looking at the girl lying on the bed sobbing, Su Chen glanced at Wang Haitao.
Xie Qianglong wanted to go forward to comfort them, but when he saw Su Chen and Wang Haitao walking out of the room, he hurriedly chased after them.
"Master, this is my reward. Thank you."
He stuffed the bag into Su Chen's arms, turned around and went into the room, comforting him: "Don't cry, your grandpa has been lying in bed for so long, is he hungry? Or is he thirsty?"
Su Chen looked at the bulging handbag and smiled.
He is truly a destined prodigal.
The remuneration was given as a one-time payment of 50,000, which was even more generous than Boss Zhang.
I really don’t know how hard it is to make money.
But since he has already given it to me, he won’t give it back.
After thinking about it, Su Chen continued to go downstairs.
Walking out of the two-story building, Wang Haitao took the lead and walked south.
After five or six hundred meters, the two entered a bamboo forest.
The full moon during the Lantern Festival.
The roads are bright at night.
Once we entered the bamboo forest, it was pitch black and looked very eerie.
The two stopped in front of a bamboo grove.
"Master Su, this is it."
Under the sky, this bamboo forest indeed presents a rich green atmosphere.
Su Chen looked around again.
Many bamboo leaves in the surrounding bamboo forests have been plucked.
He joked, "Even rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows, so why are you using bamboo leaves from the surrounding area to make your river lanterns? Aren't you afraid that if you pull them all out, you'll stand out?"
Wang Haitao also sensed the presence of the breath, but he couldn't see it clearly.
"Master Su, has this bamboo become a spirit?"
Then he frowned: "No way? I haven't heard Liu Xian say that bamboo can become a spirit."
Su Chen glanced at him.
The information Chang Yu gave recorded that bamboo had become a spirit.
During the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a bamboo forest in the residence of a prefect. Because scholars and literati often stopped to appreciate the bamboos over the years, the bamboo forest was not cut down. After five hundred years, the bamboos became spirits and could harm people.
Of course, that is just a record in the classics, and we don’t know whether it is true or not.
What we see before us is not just a bamboo spirit.
Su Chen reached into the bamboo forest, his Dao power surging out. He accurately found the thickest bamboo among them and knocked on it: "What? We've come to your door, and you still want to be a turtle?"
The bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest suddenly swayed without wind.
Soon a figure appeared.
It was a young man with an unshaven beard and lowered eyebrows.
Wang Haitao took a step back in shock.
"No, no... Can he transform into a human?"
Even Liu Xian can’t do it, right?
Su Chen glanced at him and said, "Illusion, what a fuss."
Wang Haitao breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought, could it be more powerful than our Liu Xian? Absolutely not!"
"I heard from Xiao He that her grandfather buried his dead cat in a bamboo forest. You must be the cat's soul that grew and merged with the bamboo, right?"
"……Yes."
“What does integration feel like?”
The young man was stunned and looked up at Su Chen in surprise.
"What? Don't you remember?"
The young man shook his head repeatedly. "At first, it was like falling asleep, completely dazed. Then one day, I suddenly heard a familiar poem."
"Dew washes away the powdered joints, the wind shakes the jade branches..."
"I woke up."
Su Chen asked: "How long has it been since you woke up?"
"It's been a long time. There weren't so many houses here before. There was even a pond next to it... I can't remember how long it's been."
Su Chen nodded and agreed with this statement.
Otherwise, if it had just awakened, the green aura would not be so strong.
Therefore, he was not the cat soul of Xiaohe’s grandfather.
He then asked, "Why are you helping Xiao He and her grandfather?"
The young man whispered, "Mr. Zhang likes to come to the bamboo forest. He and I have been friends for a long time."
"I understand, but why are you setting up a stall to sell river lanterns at the Lantern Festival?"
The young man said aggrievedly: "I need to make money. Xiao He sold her piano to pay for her grandfather's medical treatment. I want to help her."
Su Chen: "..."
"Do you know how much it will cost to help her?"
youth:"???"
"If you want to sell 500,000 river lanterns at ten cents apiece, you wouldn't be able to sell them even if you plucked all the leaves from this bamboo forest."
The young man's pupils trembled: "...Huh? So many?"