After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 40 Wooden Doll
"Here I come!" came Zhao Mumu's voice.

After a while, the door was opened a crack, Zhao Mumu stuck his head out, grabbed Song Miaozhu's hand and pulled her in.

Song Miaozhu suppressed the strangeness in her heart and asked quickly, "What happened to Grandpa Zhao?"

"You'll know when you come and see!" Zhao Mumu took her to a workshop.

It was broad daylight and the curtains in the workshop were drawn, with only a desk lamp on at the table where the old man sat.

The old man sat with his back to them, his head down, not knowing what he was doing.

"Master! Miaozhu is here!"

Zhao Mumu called out, but the old man didn't react at all, as if he didn't notice them coming in.

Song Miaozhu's eyes fell on the old man's black hair, and she wondered, "Grandpa Zhao dyed his hair?"

"Hey! Ever since returning from the cemetery to pay respects to Master's wife, Master has become a little strange.

I don't do anything else but wood carving in the workshop.

The signboard for your shop was almost finished, but the master refused to put down the wood carving and do something else.

I thought he had just had an inspiration, so I didn't care about it and thought that once the wood carving was done, it would be fine.

Unexpectedly, he was not finished with a wooden doll, but started making a wooden house.

He also drew the curtains in the studio and didn't allow me to turn on any more lights. He only allowed me to turn on a small desk lamp, and he also didn't allow me to get close to the table.

He kept mumbling something, and it took me a long time to figure out that he was calling "Sufang~".

My wife's name is Li Sufang."

At this point, Zhao Mumu shuddered and moved closer to Song Miaozhu:

“My master always said that if my hair turns white, it’s fine. My master’s wife is gone now, so no one cares whether it looks good or not.

After the doll was carved, while I was out delivering some goods, my master came back with dyed black hair.

Only then did I realize that something was unusual.

I heard that the abbot of the Jokhang Temple in the neighboring city is really capable. I took great pains to contact him and asked him to come and see if the master's wife came back with the old man when he went to the cemetery.

It’s just that the abbot is out of town right now and won’t be back for three days.

Fortunately, the old man is in good spirits, eating and sleeping regularly, and seems to be fine for the time being.

Once the old man gets better, your plaque should be ready.

Miaozhu, you are very brave. Can you come to the wood carving room and give me some courage in the few days before the abbot comes?

Song Miaozhu shook her head.

Seeing Zhao Mumu was about to cry, Song Miaozhu said, "It's okay! There's a little dirt, but it's not a big deal."

"W...what?" Zhao Mumu was stunned.

"Wait for me to go back and get something!" said Song Miaozhu.

"What is it?" Zhao Mumu asked.

"Come out and tell me." Song Miaozhu pulled Zhao Mumu outside and stood under the scorching sun. Then she leaned close to her ear and whispered to her, "The old man is haunted by a ghost, but it's not Grandma Li." Although she had never seen Grandma Li, there was clearly a male ghost in the puppet.

"Ghost... ghost? It's not Master's Wife?" Zhao Mumu suddenly became worried, not even caring about being afraid: "No! I have to go and rescue Master! If it's not Master's Wife, she might hurt Master!"

"No need!" Song Miaozhu held her back. "Ghosts can't hurt the old man when he's carving wood."

She just saw that the spiritual light spots almost surrounded the old man, which was much more exaggerated than when she made paper-cut items.

The negative energy in the wooden doll could not penetrate at all.

But according to her previous experience, if the old man's wood carving was completed, the spiritual light would dissipate, and at that time the yin energy might hurt the old man.

The old man’s wood carving hut is already undergoing the final fine carving and polishing.

The old man is old, and unlike her, he is not protected by his identity as the owner of a heavenly ghost shop, so the evil spirit can still cause great harm to him.

Time was urgent, and Song Miaozhu had no time to think deeply about the connection between the spiritual light spot and wood carving. He could only find a way to quickly get rid of the wandering ghost that came from nowhere.

Without weapons, there is no confidence in negotiations.

Her vine was placed in the ghost shop's warehouse, and it was difficult to take it out without covering it, so she had to pretend to go back first.

Zhao Mumu was filled with questions, and Song Miaozhu pulled her out. "I don't have time to explain any more. You just need to know that if the old man really stops carving, it will be even more dangerous. We have to deal with that ghost before that. I'll go back to the shop to get something. Go to the Xiaoli River and pick some fresh willow branches. I can use them!"

Zhao Mumu sensed Song Miaozhu's confidence and calmed down, temporarily suppressing his curiosity. "I understand! Master is in your hands now! You can ride this electric scooter faster! I'll ride the tricycle!"

"You should ride the electric scooter. Xiaolijiang is a bit far, and I can go back quickly!" said Song Miaozhu.

Zhao Mumu didn't say anything more and rode his electric scooter directly to the Xiaoli River.

Song Miaozhu rode the tricycle a few steps towards Huaihua Lane, then turned back. When he came back, there was a black vine in the tricycle bed.

After waiting at the door of the woodcarving shop for a while, Zhao Mumu came back on his electric donkey. "Miaozhu! Is this enough?"

"That's enough!" said Song Miaozhu.

Zhao Mumu broke off a bunch of green willow branches.

"What are you going back to get?" Zhao Mumu thought a lot while riding her bike. She felt that Song Miaozhu's ancestors were paper-making makers, and maybe they also worked part-time as fortune-tellers and could catch ghosts. So after just one look, she seemed to know what was wrong with her master, and was ready to go back and get the ghost-catching magic weapon to show off her skills.

But now looking around, it seems that Song Miaozhu didn't take anything?
She thought a little uncertainly.

"This!" Song Miaozhu raised the thing in his hand.

"Rattan?" Zhao Mumu was surprised, then took a closer look at the rattan. "I've handled so much wood, but I've never seen such a lustrous black, unpainted wood. It's not even coated with patina, and it feels strange, bone-chillingly cold. What is it made of?"

"I don't know either. It's an inheritance from my ancestors. It can fight ghosts! Don't worry, if the ghost in the puppet is willing to leave obediently, then that's fine. But if not, I'll beat it to a pulp!"

Song Miaozhu said, "Let's get a bucket of clean water later and soak these willow branches in it, then..."

Zhao Mumu nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "I understand! Don't worry, I'll take care of it. There will be absolutely no problem!"

After the two of them discussed it, they went to prepare willow branch water, and then carried the water to Grandpa Zhao's studio.

The old man was still carving at his desk, having already reached a state of detachment from the world and oblivious to what was happening around him.

(End of this chapter)