Chapter 513 Zhang Family Grandfather
"Grandpa, look."
On the way, the old man leaned on his cane and looked in the direction the boy pointed.
"What is that?" Tie Hammer rubbed his belly and said, "It looks like a big tree root, Grandpa."
The old man put down his cane, knelt on the ground, and hugged his grandson: "Quick, kowtow quickly, this is the inheritance left by our ancestors."
Tiezhu, with a childish look on his face, quickly knelt down and kowtowed.
The old man clasped his hands together with tears in his eyes. When his head touched the ground, he murmured, "It must be the ancestors who have returned. They have returned. They have all returned."
After bowing three times, the old man stood up, rubbed the tears from his eyes, grabbed his grandson, and threw away the cane in his hand:
"Come on, Sunzi, let's go home."
There was a flash of surprise in Tiechui's clear eyes. He looked at his grandfather, then at the discarded crutch. When he came to his senses, his grandfather's back was straight and his steps were firm and powerful.
When passing the county town, there were more and more people walking towards Changshou Village. The older people turned back from time to time to look at the old man, and then at the child pulling the cart.
When they entered the village, everyone stopped at the same time.
A black car blocked the road.
Soon, a person got off the car. He had delicate features and if you didn't look closely you would think he was a stunning beauty.
Unexpectedly, when Tang Bushi spoke, everyone was startled. It was a man's voice:
"My fellow countrymen, do you know where there is a doctor?"
The girl beside him stopped making noise and shouted in a polite and baby voice: "Please, uncles, grandpas and grandmas, please save my elder sister, she is dying, wuwuwu..."
At the end of the story, my daughter burst into tears.
Tang Bushi frowned. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely not miss the opportunity to bully her.
After these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other and no one mentioned the doctor at all.
Only an elderly lady with a hunched back said in a dignified manner, "There was an old doctor in the past who worked as a paramedic, but unfortunately, the tradition was not passed on and he is no longer with us. Young man, I can tell from your accent that you don't sound like a local. Why did you come all the way to this damn place to look for a doctor? This is not looking for a doctor, this is looking for death."
As soon as these words were spoken, Tang Bushi's eyes suddenly dimmed.
Finished.
Ye Xiaomei, who was lying in the back seat of the car, was charred all over, her clothes were torn, her hands were hanging under the seat, and she was completely motionless.
At this moment, a childish voice came: "Who said he was dead?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the people in front automatically made way for them, and Tiezhuan was seen slowly coming forward, supporting his grandfather.
Tang Buci's pupils shrank. This... isn't this the old man that Ye Xiaomei brought into the Tang family's house and lived off for free?
It's true that he knows how to count, and he's quite good at it, but I've never heard that he can practice medicine.
"Master Zhang, please don't mess around." Tang Bushi stepped forward and said, "This person was struck to death by lightning. He is already dead. If you don't know how to treat him, please don't mess around."
At this moment, Tang Buci noticed the strange looks from some elderly people. They were not looking at him, but at the old man named Zhang.
The sound of whispering was heard.
——Why does he look so familiar to me?
——He looks familiar to me, a bit like the one I saw when I was a kid...what was his name?
——Same, very similar.
——Ahem!
The old lady with hunched back and white hair, leaning on a cane, pounded her waist several times with one hand before she managed to stand up. With her poor eyesight, she stepped forward to take a look.
With just one glance, the old lady almost lost her balance, fortunately someone else supported her.
The old lady pointed at the old man and trembled as she struggled to force out a few words:
"Elder...old man of longevity."
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Tang family residence, Baiyuguan.
Ye Xiaomei pointed inside: "That's it."
Monk Mingxin's eyes lit up, he lifted up his robe and ran inside.
Ye Xiaomei said calmly: "But this is an illusion."
Mingxin was startled for a moment and turned his head suddenly. In the next second, with a wave of Ye Xiaomei's big hand, all the so-called rare white snakes and black toads in the Baiyu Temple that he saw disappeared.
Even the Baiyu Temple disappeared.
The surroundings gradually became clear, and Monk Mingxin looked around. He was still in the yard.
There was no couple washing mutton, nor was there the shiny concrete floor. The only thing there was Ye Xiaomei sitting cross-legged on the ground.
And I, holding a stone in my hands.
With a bang, Monk Mingxin threw the stone in his arms away, turned around abruptly and looked at Ye Xiaomei in disbelief.
He shook his head and backed away: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. You are so young, it is impossible for you to be more advanced than me. I have been practicing for more than a hundred years."
Ye Xiaomei slowly stood up and approached calmly: "Your true self is fake, how can you practice?"
Monk Mingxin stepped back: "How can I be fake? This is nonsense."
Ye Xiaomei sneered and said calmly: "You used my Chinese super-dimensional technology to come here, which is fake in itself. What you are aiming for is also fake, because this world itself is fake. Where is your truth?"
"Impossible, impossible. I have traveled through time and space. I will definitely fulfill my mission and change history. China belongs to me, Wazhou."
His voice became louder and louder, almost roaring.
"What a joke! I created you. You are just a tiny country, and you want to make trouble for the foundation of China?" Ye Xiaomei sneered.
"I, China, am protected by the might of the gods in all directions. You have plucked out the red maple. If you want to change the fate of the country and Japan, you have to see if I, China's Canglong, agree or not."
With a whoosh, a silver-white snake clearly appeared in Monk Mingxin's pupils.
But she had antlers on her head, silver armor on her body, her claws were like blades, and the roar of a dragon could be heard in the sky.
The dragon claws gradually enlarged in his pupils, and a flash of blood appeared, accompanied by a scream.
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Changshou Village, Zhang Er and his family.
Zhang Fusheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Xiaomei, who was covered in charred black, lying on the bed. He took his aim and gave her an injection.
Tang Buci was impatient: "Master Zhang, are you able to do this? This has become a hedgehog."
Zhang Fusheng cursed: "Turtle grandson, don't think you can boss me around just because you are a descendant of the red maple tree. You know nothing."
Zhang Erquan's mother stared at it with wide eyes: "Old man, this... this is a life-saving needle?"
"You have a good eye." Zhang Fusheng praised.
Ye Xiaomei was lying on a bed covered with grass, without any movement.
Zhang Erquan added: "I heard from my mother that my great-grandfather knew this acupuncture method, but if you don't do it right, it can kill people."
Zhang Fusheng glanced at Zhang Erquan and pouted his lips in disdain: "You don't need to say anything more."
Tiezhu, who was kneeling beside the bed, said with a puzzled look on his face: "Grandpa, you said that this Huilong needle is not for curing people, but for curing people's souls. This kind of needle method cannot penetrate bones, flesh, or the eight extraordinary meridians."
"Good boy!" Elder Zhang touched his grandson's head and said, "You have talent. In the future, you must benefit the people. Only Chinese medicine can shoulder this important task. Haha..."
After saying that, Mr. Zhang stood up and laughed twice.
At this moment, Tang Bu Ci stared blankly.
Nannan stared at it with her eyes wide open, blurting out: "Oh my goodness, all the needles are hanging, Grandpa, you have set up a soul-locking formation with this needlework, right?"
Mr. Zhang suddenly turned around and looked at the five or six-year-old girl. Her eyes were so beautiful, as clear as stars:
"Little girl, you also understand. You can tell from a teacher that you have a master. Tell me, who is your master?"
"My master is Yuan Yi Zhenren, and this is my master... Wuwu!"
Nannan answered seriously, but Tang Buci covered her mouth immediately: "Children are ignorant, please don't be offended, Mr. Zhang. I just want to ask, when will this girl be well?"
Zhang Fusheng's pupils shrank: "Master Yuan Yi?"
Wang Erquan, who was standing by, was violently dragged out by his mother:
"Son, this old man looks like your great-grandfather. If you don't believe me, come and see. We have a portrait of our ancestors at home."
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