Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 134 Do you believe this is destined?

At the grand banquet, everyone was laughing and chatting, and glasses were clinking together.

Compared to Shen Anzhi's embarrassment and shyness, Rimai Yongga was a local big shot. Sitting next to the village chief and several elders, he boasted and bragged incessantly, leaving the elders stunned.

From how the Qiang tribes resisted the attacks of the Ge people, to how Mount Shu and Mount Emei taught the demon soldiers a lesson, to his own cooking skills and other personal matters, there was nothing he wouldn't dare to boast about.

The crowd listened as if to a storyteller's captivating performance, some even forgetting to eat meat.

Shen Anzhi was amused, watching Ri Maiyong chatter on and on, and he was genuinely happy.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that something was wrong with Tuantuan beside him.

The usually lively and active Tuantuan was now lying on the ground, her ears drooping, her round eyes devoid of their usual sparkle, and her little paws idly scratching at the ground.

Shen Anzhi, puzzled, put down his bowl and chopsticks and got up to walk towards Tuantuan.

She knelt down, gently stroked Tuantuan's head, and asked tenderly, "Tuantuan, what's wrong? Why do you look unhappy?"

Tuantuan looked up at Shen Anzhi and said, "Mommy, this doesn't taste good."

These words were immediately heard by the old village chief, who had been drinking several rounds of wine. He then remembered the important matter and shouted, "Youngest daughter, youngest daughter, hurry, hurry and bring the fresh bamboo that you picked on the mountain this morning."

bamboo!

The bamboo was lush and green, each stalk exuding a fresh fragrance. The youngest daughter smiled and said to Shen Anzhi, "Heroine, we know this little dumpling loves to eat bamboo, so we specially cut some fresh ones from the bamboo forest this morning."

Shen Anzhi said gratefully to his youngest daughter, "Thank you so much, you are so thoughtful."

As soon as Tuantuan saw the bundle of bamboo, its eyes lit up, and its previously droopy ears perked up. It eagerly got up and waddled toward the bundle of bamboo.

It first sniffed the bamboo with its little nose, then stretched out its little paws, skillfully grabbed a bamboo stalk, broke it into small pieces, and first used its teeth to bite off the outer skin of the bamboo...

After a hearty meal, the old village chief Yang Daiwu arrived with his youngest daughter, carrying a wine glass.

The two men held the wine pot and cups in their hands, their faces beaming with sincere smiles, and their voices slightly excited as they said, "Miss Shen, you have done our village a great favor. You subdued the Great Eurasian Iron Beast and even captured the little one. Now our village is at peace. Even if I die, I can die with my eyes open in peace."

The youngest daughter beside her nodded and said, "Yes, Sister Anzhi, you don't know, we used to hold a panda dance festival every few years, and Grandma Tea had no choice but to do it."

As he spoke, the old village chief personally poured a full glass of wine and respectfully handed it to Shen Anzhi with both hands, continuing, "This glass of wine represents the sentiments of our entire village, to thank you for your great kindness and for your forgiveness."

After saying this, the old village chief Yang did not forget to toast Rimai Yongga, who was standing next to him: "And you, hero of the Qiang tribe, I toast you, and I hope that you will work together to defeat the Ge people as soon as possible."

“Great! Thank you all for your hospitality. If you have the chance to visit our Qiang city, I, Rimai Yongga, will definitely accompany you.” Rimai Yongga’s voice was strong and clear.

Anzhi shyly clinked glasses with everyone, then tilted her head back and drank the wine in one gulp. As the wine went down her throat, its mellow flavor spread, just like the villagers' enthusiasm and gratitude towards her at that moment—warm and intense.

"Miss Shen, what are your plans for the future?" Old Village Chief Yang suddenly asked.

Yang Daiwu's question came too suddenly, leaving Shen Anzhi, who was completely unprepared, at a loss for words. He could only look at Rimai Yongga beside him and say, "Oh, I'll set off for the Bamboo Sea tomorrow."

“Sister Anzhi, perfect timing! We’re going to the market tomorrow, let’s go together,” the youngest daughter said. Shen Anzhi frowned, wondering if it really was such a coincidence.

Rimai Yongga glanced at Shen An beside him and nodded in confirmation, "Tomorrow is indeed the market day."

As he prepared to leave again, Shen Anzhi suddenly felt a profound emptiness in his heart...

As the banquet progressed, with several rounds of drinks and dishes, the grand feast gradually drew to a close.

The villagers all wore satisfied smiles. After a hearty meal, they either leaned back in their chairs and chatted comfortably, or got up to help each other clear the dishes.

The children ran around the table, chasing after the last moments of joy, their laughter echoing throughout the venue.

The old village chief stood up and gently clapped his hands. Anzhi, who was feeding Tuantuan bamboo, asked, "Um, heroine, if I remember correctly, the tea lady said you were going to the bamboo forest?"

Shen Anzhi stood up and nodded: "Yes, that's right. She told me about the bamboo forest. There are many cultivators there."

"Oh." Old Village Chief Yang looked meaningfully at the busy tea lady in the distance and said, "That was what I told him. How would she know that there are cultivators in the Shunan Bamboo Sea?"

Shen Anzhi let out a long breath, sensing that the old village chief seemed to know something, so he simply sat down and patiently asked him questions.

It turns out that when Yang Daiwu, the old village chief, was in his twenties, he worked as a laborer in the Shunan Bamboo Sea. Once, while fishing for someone in the river, he discovered a Taoist priest on the other side who was not allowed to cross the river by boat because he had no money. Everyone called him the poor Taoist priest. The Taoist priest sat in meditation by the river for more than ten days, enduring wind and rain. Yang Daiwu felt sorry for him and used his fishing boat to help him cross the river.

Upon reaching the other side, the poor Taoist was very grateful to Yang Daiwu for helping him cross the river. He gave Yang Daiwu a bamboo stick and said that he was a wandering immortal from the bamboo forest. He told Yang Daiwu to come to him if he needed anything. After saying this, he disappeared instantly. After returning home, Yang Daiwu's fate began to change. He became a foreman, made money, and returned to his hometown, Huanglongxi Village, where he had many children and grandchildren.

Later, he told the village tea lady and others about it, saying that he had encountered a hermit cultivating in the bamboo forest, but no one believed him. He thought he would live a lucky life like this forever, but unexpectedly, because of the Wolonggang panda incident, he was elected as the village chief again, and every year he was overwhelmed with troubles because of the sacrificial rites.

Shen Anzhi found it hard to believe. Although she didn't know what the connection was, she felt that it was very mysterious. She looked at her youngest daughter, who had also come to eavesdrop, with a questioning look.

The youngest daughter nodded and said, "Sister Anzhi, don't you believe it? The village chief must have met a deity."

"Immortals!" Shen Anzhi was clearly unfamiliar with the word "immortals," but he seemed to have heard of it before.

Old Village Chief Yang seemed to remember something, and said, leaning on his cane, "Let's go, to the ancestral hall."

The Huanglongxi Ancestral Hall sits quietly in a corner of the village, like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes, silently guarding the village's memories of the past. From a distance, the architectural style of the ancestral hall is simple and solemn.

Approaching the ancestral hall, a bamboo stick is placed in the middle of the hall.

"Village chief, is this the bamboo stick that the deity gave you? What are its effects?" Shen Anzhi looked the bamboo stick over and over with great curiosity.

The bamboo skewers are not simply green, but have a mysterious bluish-gray hue. If you look closely along the length of the skewer, you can see some faint patterns on it.

One end of the bamboo skewer is sharpened to an extremely sharp point, resembling the tip of a sword with its edge concealed, yet it does not appear sharp or dangerous; instead, it possesses a calm and intimidating power.

In the very center of the bamboo skewer, there is a shape that vaguely resembles a crane about to take flight. The crane's feathers and expression are so lifelike that it seems as if it is about to soar into the air from the bamboo skewer at any moment.

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