Hastily picked up the torch that hadn't been extinguished from the ground, leaned towards it, the "silkworm cocoon" immediately melted as soon as it encountered the fire, revealing a hole, a gust of cold air burst out immediately, Ye Shaoyang stretched out his hand to disperse it, looked intently, and saw a The fair-skinned human feet are very small, and they must be a woman.
Melting the "silkworm cocoon" with a torch, Ye Shaoyang took a deep breath: a girl was lying upright inside, wearing a shirt and shorts, with short hair dyed light yellow, delicate and lifelike.
"Ah, isn't this the girl who hanged herself before?" Zhou Jingru's voice sounded from behind.
After her reminder, Ye Shaoyang looked at the girl's clothes again, she was really that girl, and suddenly realized, no wonder her death phantom appeared under the tree, the body was hidden in the tree.
"Why does this girl look like she's still alive?" Zhou Jingru said in surprise. Just as she finished speaking, the girl's eyelashes trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.
Zhou Jingru backed away in fright, "Isn't it a fake corpse?"
Ye Shaoyang knew it wasn't, but he couldn't understand the scene in front of him, so he simply didn't do anything, and waited on the sidelines. The girl slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes slowly focused, falling on Ye Shaoyang.
"So cold..."
How's the cold? I can't hug you, can I? Ye Shaoyang scratched his head, took off his shirt, and wrapped her around his body. When he reached into the "silkworm cocoon", he really felt that the air inside was abnormally cold, so he carried her out and put her on the grass.
The girl's face became ruddy little by little, and her breathing gradually became calmer. After a few minutes, she tried to sit up, took a deep breath, and tears immediately flowed down, "Three years, I finally got some fresh air .”
Ye Shaoyang and Zhou Jingru looked at each other in shock, she was lying in the tree trunk for three years? How did that survive
"You rescued me?" The girl looked at Ye Shaoyang intently, and said slowly, "Are you a mage?"
Ye Shaoyang nodded, "How do you feel now?"
"Very hungry, very thirsty. Nothing else." The girl looked at him eagerly.
Zhou Jingru took out a bottle of pure water from her backpack, gently helped the girl up, leaned against her arms, opened the water bottle, and fed her little by little. After drinking some water, the girl felt better again.
Ye Shaoyang discussed with Zhou Jingru and decided to take her back first and let her eat something, but now she is weak and cannot move around. Ye Shaoyang had no choice but to carry her on his back. Putting his hands on her thighs, he felt that her skin was very tender and smooth, with a feeling that it could be broken by blowing bullets. He recited a meditation mantra in time to prevent himself from thinking wildly.
"Brother Shaoyang, what should we do with those earth corpses?" Zhou Jingru said worriedly. Since the locust tree was destroyed, those earth corpses had burrowed back into the soil and never came out again.
Ye Shaoyang explained: "They are not zombies. If they lose the supply of the tree demon, they will die soon. Don't worry about them."
The way down the mountain was quite long. Even though the girl was petite and light, Ye Shaoyang was still out of breath. After carrying her back to the resort, he was exhausted.
Zhou Jingru let her lie on her bed, called the waiter, ordered a bowl of rice porridge, and fed her herself. The girl drank half a bowl of rice porridge and fell asleep immediately.
"Let's talk to her tomorrow, let her sleep well first." Zhou Jingru suggested.
Ye Shaoyang nodded, "Just let her sleep with you?"
Zhou Jingru was a little worried immediately, "Why, is there any danger?"
"That's not true. Although I don't know why she was able to seal herself in a cocoon for three years without dying, but she is 100% human, and there is nothing wrong with her."
"That's fine." Zhou Jingru felt relieved, "Just let her sleep with me, and I will take care of her."
Ye Shaoyang smiled and said, "You are really good at taking care of people."
"I just think she's very pitiful. There's no nurse here, so you can't let her sleep with you, can you?"
"Cough cough." Ye Shaoyang coughed dryly, "See you tomorrow." He waved his hand and left, went back to his room, undressed and was about to go to bed, when he suddenly realized that he still had something important to do—give the ghost tongue to the old village chief for medicine .
His grandson was fine after a day of treatment, but if the ghost tongue was put on overnight, the ghost energy would dissipate, and he was busy for nothing, so he had to put on his clothes again and headed to the old village chief's house in the dark. Thinking about how unlucky I am, I have been busy all day, catching ghosts and subduing demons, and they are all voluntary.
The old village chief's family was waiting for him, and the door opened as soon as he knocked without sleeping.
When he came to the main room, Ye Shaoyang took out a porcelain bowl, put it on the table, picked up three pieces of ghost tongues with a mahogany sword, placed them on top of the porcelain bowl, lit a few pieces of talisman paper, and baked them underneath, the ghost tongue shrank little by little and turned into a drop A drop of gray-red blood fell into the porcelain bowl.
In fact, there is no need for so many, but since someone's tongue is cut off, it must not be wasted. After three tongues are burnt, half a bowl of ghost blood will be melted. Ye Shaoyang ran Xiaojun took the child out and fed the child himself.
A small half bowl of ghost blood was poured into the child's stomach, and the child who was still a little energetic stopped moving on the spot.
The old village chief and his son were frightened on the spot. "Master, what's going on here?"
"Don't panic, it's normal. He drank so much ghost blood, it's normal for him to pass out. If you drink it, you'll die on the spot. This child has too much ghost energy in his body. Ghost blood and ghost energy have the same source. After drinking , will automatically absorb ghost energy."
After finishing speaking, Ye Shaoyang pressed one hand on top of the baby's head, and catalyzed the ghost blood to all the meridians in the body with Gang Qi. Feeling that it was almost absorbed, he turned to Xiaojun and said, "Go find a piece of red cloth."
After getting the red cloth, Ye Shaoyang wrapped a piece of ambergris and a handful of glutinous rice in it, pasted a Qi Condensation Talisman on it, and placed it on the baby's navel.
"This cloth bag can pull out ghost blood. It should be kept on the child's navel. The ghost blood will be sucked out through the umbilical cord. If it gets wet, open it and replace it with a new one, and then put it back until it can't be pulled out." With ghost blood, it's over. That's it, I'm leaving."
Before going out, Ye Shaoyang looked back at the child, the child had already woken up, looking at him with a pair of small eyes.
Ye Shaoyang's heart was shocked. The child drank so much ghost blood and woke up so quickly. His physique was quite good. He couldn't help sighing: "This child is a good seed for cultivation."
When the old village chief heard this, his eyes lit up, and he cupped his hands and said, "Master, if my grandson is really destined to be a fairy, the Master might as well accept him as his disciple."
Ye Shaoyang was stunned, thought carefully, and said: "If you really want him to practice Taoism, when he is five years old, you can take him to Maoshan and find an old Taoist priest named Qingyunzi. I understand. But...you have to think carefully, cultivating the Tao is very hard and cruel."
The old village head frowned and said, "It's hard work, how can it be cruel? If he can be as powerful as you, Archmage, in the future, we can only wish for him."
Ye Shaoyang smiled and didn't say anything else. If they knew how many cruel tests and sufferings they had experienced in their more than ten years of monastic career, they probably wouldn't send their grandson to Maoshan if they were killed.
He didn't persuade them to send their children to Maoshan, nor did he persuade them to give up. The decision was in their hands, and what to do at that time was entirely up to them. In the final analysis, it still depended on the child's chances.