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

Chapter 42: Woodcarving to Attract Spirits
"It should be related to wood carving." said Song Miaozhu.

"Wood carving? I was just about to ask, why did the ghost say that he didn't dare get close when the master was making wood carvings?" Zhao Mumu asked.

"When Grandpa Zhao was carving wood, the surrounding spiritual energy gathered and blocked the negative energy, so the ghost naturally couldn't get close.

He could see ghosts because he must have absorbed spiritual energy while making wood carvings, and his body had changed.

"Perhaps the transformation wasn't thorough enough, and his third eye wasn't fully opened, so he couldn't see or hear clearly, so he recognized the wrong ghost," Song Miaozhu guessed.

"Spiritual energy? Heavenly Eye?" Zhao Mumu began to doubt his life. "Miaozhu, are you really not joking?"

"No." Song Miaozhu said, "I have opened my third eye, which is why I can see the existence of ghosts, Yin energy, and spiritual energy. The spiritual energy has revived, and there should be more such things in the future."

Zhao Mumu didn't know what expression to put on her face. The world seemed to have suddenly become abstract. As an ordinary person, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Now that ghosts have registered in the underworld, they really won't dare to harm people in the living world at will?"

"Most of them do. Once you're registered, the underworld will know everything you do. Unless you don't want to live in the future, you won't take such a risk."

Song Miaozhu said, "You don't have to be too scared. Grandpa Zhao can absorb spiritual energy by making wood carvings, so you can definitely do the same."

Zhao Mumu pointed at himself, his eyes widening, and stammered, "Me?"

"If you don't believe me, solve the old man's problem and then try your wood carving for me to see. Maybe it has already absorbed it!" said Song Miaozhu.

Zhao Mumu felt a little dizzy, but since it involved her master, she still perked up:

“So what do we do now?
Should we beat the ghost to death on the spot to prevent future trouble, or drive him back to the underworld?
What did the master say? He thought the ghost was the master's wife and wouldn't let me touch his puppet!

"Just tell him directly!" Song Miaozhu said, "If he doesn't believe it, just leave the puppet with me first. When his third eye is truly opened and he sees it with his own eyes, he'll understand."

"Okay! I'll go wake up Master!" Zhao Mumu immediately went to the backyard.

She wet a towel with cold water, covered the old man's face with it, and called out twice to wake him up.

Song Miaozhu was very impressed by the ability of this knife to make people faint.

"What happened to me?" The old man woke up, still a little confused: "Ouch! Why does the back of my neck hurt a little?"

"Ahem!" Zhao Mumu said with a guilty conscience, "Master! You know, you've got the wrong person! Fortunately, there's Miaozhu, otherwise you would have mistaken Zhu Dagui from Taoshuling Village for your mistress!"

The old man was stunned: "What did you say? Admit your mistake? How is that possible!"

"Grandpa Zhao! You haven't seen the ghost clearly, right?" Song Miaozhu asked.

The old man nodded.

"You didn't hear the sound clearly!" Song Miaozhu asked again.

The old man said: "But she is in Sufang's grave! If not Sufang, who else could it be?"

"There are no ghosts in Master's wife's tomb anymore. She may have been reincarnated!" Song Miaozhu said, "The one who came here was Zhu Dagui, who was attracted by the paper money you burned."

"What?" The old man couldn't believe it. He stood up and went to the studio to see the puppets.

Zhao Mumu was about to stop him, but Song Miaozhu held her back: "Let the old man take another look. If not, let Zhu Dagui speak for himself. Even if he can't hear clearly, he can always hear something."

Unexpectedly, the old man stopped as soon as he entered the door: "You, you, who are you?"

"I've already told you! I'm not your wife!" Zhu Dagui was also devastated. If this misunderstanding continued, he was afraid that he would be beaten to death by that vicious girl before his death was over. "Grandpa Zhao, did you see clearly?" Song Miaozhu asked.

The old man nodded: "Now we can see the height clearly. Sufang is definitely not as short as him! She is a head taller than me!"

"Your wife is taller than you, why are you so happy?" Zhu Dagui said unhappily.

"Shut up!" Song Miaozhu glanced at him.

Zhu Dagui immediately shrank back into the puppet and pretended to be a mushroom.

Song Miaozhu looked at the old man again: "Grandpa Zhao, what are you going to do with this ghost? Although it didn't cause you any substantial harm, it did follow you out of greed."

In this matter of life and death, Zhu Dagui bravely showed his head and said, "I'll leave when night falls! I won't come back again! I promise!"

"Just let him go! I must have recognized the wrong person." The old man closed his eyes and said, "But get out of the puppet! I carved it based on Sufang's appearance!"

"The Yang energy is strong during the day, I'll get hurt if I'm outside..."

Zhu Dagui was halfway through his words when he saw Song Miaozhu swinging the cane and swiftly jumped out of the puppet: "I'm coming out, I'm coming out, don't hit me!"

"Okay, just stay here! Leave by yourself after dark! If you are still here when I come tomorrow, there is nothing to say." Song Miaozhu said.

"Yes, yes, yes! I will leave as soon as it gets dark!" Zhu Dagui didn't dare to provoke her anymore.

"Grandpa Zhao, let's go out and talk. This room has been haunted for a long time, and it's filled with yin energy."

Song Miaozhu brought the old man and Zhao Mumu back to the backyard and asked them to sit in the sun:

"Although Zhu Dagui didn't actively harm you, his presence will continuously increase the concentration of Yin energy in the environment, which can still cause minor damage to living people. It would be beneficial to get more sun exposure."

After listening to his apprentice's explanation of the whole situation, the old man thanked Song Miaozhu and said, "Thanks to you, otherwise I would have been so embarrassed this time. I will make the plaque for your shop tomorrow and have Mu Yatou deliver it to you."

"Grandpa Zhao, there's no rush about the plaque. I want to ask you, when did you start being able to see ghosts? Besides being able to vaguely see ghost shadows, have there been any other changes in your body?" Song Miaozhu asked.

This was the only entity she had discovered that could absorb spiritual energy! They had to communicate.

I originally thought that attracting spiritual energy was related to making paper-cut objects, but now it seems that is not entirely true.

I just don't know what the relationship is between wood carving and paper making.

There must be something in common, but she didn't see it.

This common point should be the current cultivation rules.

“As for me… I can’t tell exactly when I saw it. I only saw this one ghost, and I even mistook it for the one I saw.

Physically, I've been feeling more relaxed and healthy lately, like I've returned to my 30s and 40s. Oh, and a few days ago, after I finished carving a wooden doll, my hair suddenly turned from white to black!

I originally thought that Sufang disliked my age and changed me!"

"What? Master, didn't you dye your hair yourself because you felt you didn't look good in front of Master's Wife?" Zhao Mumu asked in surprise.

She had always thought that her master had gone out and secretly dyed his hair!

(End of this chapter)