Chapter 1847: The Rat of Wealth Moves Out
“Squeak—”
A cry suddenly rang out.
Tang Bao lowered her head and saw the Rat in her little bag sticking its little head out and yelling excitedly at the giant tree.
Yes! I am so excited!
Others cannot feel the emotions of the Wealth Rat, but Tang Bao has raised the Wealth Rat for so many years, so she can naturally hear the excitement coming from the Wealth Rat.
The excited Rat tried hard to run away, but his body was too fat and was stuck by the strap on the bag.
Tang Bao thought for a moment and directly untied the strap of the small bag.
The Rat of Wealth jumped out with a whoosh.
The old patriarch was supported by Suker and knelt on the ground. He saw a flash before his eyes and a fat rat jumped past him with agility that was inconsistent with its size.
Before the old patriarch could react, the Wealth Rat had already climbed up the giant tree.
The old patriarch: "...Do not desecrate the sacred tree. Capture it!"
The old patriarch shouted anxiously.
However, before the old patriarch could finish his words, the Wealth Rat had disappeared.
The old patriarch: “…”
The other bark people were also stunned.
The trunk of the sacred tree is covered with medicinal juice that repels snakes, rats, insects and ants. How come there are still mice that dare to climb up?
No, that's a mouse, right?
Are there any mice this big?
Pomegranate's eyes lit up.
"Sister Fuya, did Jinjin discover anything?" Shi Liu asked excitedly.
You know, the Money Rat is a treasure-hunting rat!
Could it be that there is a treasure on this tree?
As soon as Shi Liu finished speaking, everyone's eyes lit up.
"I knew this tree was unusual!" Xia Siya's eyes lit up.
"Yes! This is definitely unusual!" Da Pan nodded quickly.
"That must be unusual! This is a sacred tree!" Princess Linghua almost wanted to run over.
The others nodded in unison.
Tang Bao felt helpless.
She was overcome by these people's enthusiasm for treasure hunting.
Aren’t you afraid that they will turn against you again?
Tang Bao ignored the crazy crowd and looked at the old patriarch.
"Old Patriarch, that's my pet rat. I apologize for offending the sacred tree." Tang Bao said apologetically, "I'll teach it a lesson when it comes back!"
After that, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his all-purpose bag and continued, "The pills in here are good for your body. One pill a day can temporarily relieve your discomfort. Just consider it my apology."
The old patriarch did not take the medicine bottle from Tang Bao's hand, but tried to turn around and look at Shi Liu.
"Please let the saint decide." The old patriarch said respectfully.
Pomegranate:"……"
saint?
Everyone: “…”
They all looked at Pomegranate.
Does this make him a saint?
Shi Liu looked at Tang Bao and exchanged glances with him.
Then, he coughed twice and got into the state in one second.
"The sacred tree grows here, nourished by the sun and rain, benefiting all living things. The white elephants can eat its leaves, and the sacred rats can climb freely. This is all due to karma and chance, so don't worry about it."
After Shi Liu finished speaking, she looked at the medicine bottle in Tang Bao's hand and continued, "Since it is a medicine given by the Saint, then accept it."
There was a sense of majesty in Shi Liu's tone, and she exuded the pressure of a superior, which was completely different from the girl with starry eyes just now.
Princess Linghua and Xia Siya secretly gave Shi Liu a thumbs-up.
This identity change is so fast!
He has his own way of speaking!
He is worthy of being the high priest of Southern Xinjiang!
In a word, the Wealth Rat became the Holy Rat!
But, isn't it about concealing your identity?
Is this a change of mind?
After hearing what Shi Liu said, the old patriarch stretched out his branch-like hand to take the medicine bottle, but did not take it immediately.
He felt that his vitality had been exhausted and he would soon return to the embrace of the sacred tree.
For him, death is a relief, as he no longer has to endure the bone-gnawing itch every moment.
Seeing this, Jing Man hurriedly said, "Old Patriarch, the Saint is Sulamo's divine servant on earth, and she is also a miraculous doctor of the time, with the ability to bring the dead back to life. Please take one pill quickly, it will definitely work."
Since Jing Man is the president of the Southern Xinjiang Chamber of Commerce, he is naturally outstanding in observing people's words and expressions.
He judged from the look that Shi Liu and Tang Bao exchanged that Shi Liu and Tang Bao no longer planned to hide their identities.
Besides, Shi Liu personally pointed out the identity of the Holy Maiden Tang Bao, so Jing Man naturally had to explain it to Xiang Jia.
As soon as Jing Man finished speaking, the expressions of the old patriarch and all the bark people changed.
If we simply say that Tang Bao is a miracle doctor, they may not care too much.
Even for the identity of the Holy Maiden Tang Bao, they don't care.
After all, they live in seclusion here, and the status and position in the outside world are meaningless to them and have no effect at all.
However, when it comes to Suramo, it is naturally different.
If they don't trust anyone else, they have to trust Suramo, right?
So, without waiting for the old patriarch to speak, Suker took the medicine bottle from the old patriarch's hand, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into the old patriarch's mouth.
"Dad, you should eat soon." Suker said anxiously.
In his opinion, this medicine has become a holy medicine.
He did not forget what Jing Man had hinted at just now.
The old patriarch swallowed the pill subconsciously.
Soon, he felt much more relaxed and had some strength in his body. Even the itch that tormented him day and night was relieved.
The old patriarch was shocked, and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes when he looked at Tang Bao.
Could it be that the tribe is saved?
"Dad, can you stand up?" Suker exclaimed in surprise.
The old patriarch then realized that he had stood up without realizing it.
The old patriarch looked down at his legs, his face full of disbelief.
You know, his legs have been weak and he hasn't been able to walk for more than half a year.
"Thank you, Saint." The old patriarch said gratefully to Tang Bao.
The other bark people also had surprise on their faces and shouted excitedly.
Tang Bao smiled and said, "You're welcome, Chief. We are sorry for disturbing you by coming here without permission."
The old patriarch shook his head with emotion, and a light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
"It is Suramo who is protecting us."
After saying that, he led everyone around to the back of the giant tree tremblingly.
Only then did everyone discover that there was a stone house behind the giant tree.
"This is the temple dedicated to Suramo."
After the old patriarch finished speaking, he led everyone into the temple.
The space inside the temple is not big, and there stands a stone statue of Suramo.
The old patriarch was supported by Suker and knelt down devoutly in front of the stone statue.
Everyone was not surprised to see the statue of Suramo here. After all, they already knew that the people of Baixiang Village also believed in Suramo.
However, when they saw the painted reliefs on the surrounding stone walls, they all showed expressions of shock.
"Is this... the birth of Suramo?"
"This is... Little Sulamo?"
"The white elephant is little Surama's mount?"
"Wow... so many white elephants kneeling before Suramo!"
“Wow wow wow…”
Everyone was amazed.
Even in the temple in the High Priest's Palace, there are no murals describing the birth and growth of Suramo.
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