Shenhaozhi counterattacked from picking up the treasure box

The next day, the owner of the hotel took Ye Feng into the village.

This small village located at the foot of Kunlun Mountain is not big. It has only slowly prospered since the development of tourism.

Most of the village still retains its original appearance, except for a few families who made their fortune from tourism and built large houses with red bricks and green tiles.

The hotel owner brought Ye Feng to a relatively decent "mansion" in the village.

The gate like a city gate tower was unlocked, and the boss and Ye Feng walked in with a carefree attitude.

The courtyard inside is large and very clean. In the middle of the courtyard is a huge millstone. A slovenly old man with an unshaven beard is squatting on the millstone, smoking a dry cigarette.

"That's him!"

The hotel owner whispered to Ye Feng, and then walked over with a smile.

"Uncle Zhamu, where are you basking in the sun?"

The old man known as Uncle Zhamu raised his eyelids and glanced at him. He just responded in a muffled voice. There was no joy in welcoming the guests on his face.

The hotel owner said: "Uncle Zhamu, I found a job for you!"

After speaking, he winked at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng said in front of the mountain: "Uncle, I would like to ask you to take me to Kunlun Mountain for a trip."

"Don't go!"

Zhamu refused flatly.

"Let's go! From now on, I will never go to Kunlun Mountain again!"

Ye Feng was slightly startled, then looked at the hotel owner.

The hotel owner took advantage of Ye Feng last night, so of course he couldn't spit it out. He had to do his best to facilitate this business.

"Uncle Zhamu!" The innkeeper jumped down from the millstone and turned to old Zhamu.

"What's wrong with you? Our Muyeduo tradition is hospitality. It's not right for you to treat guests from far away like this!"

Lao Zhamu immediately blew his beard and glared: "I have lived a long time, and you are used to teach me how to be a good person? I said I will never go to Kunlun Mountain again, are you deaf? Don't wait for me to beat you, kid, take it with you quickly

Get out of here!"

The hotel owner was scolded so hard that his face, which was originally a plateau red, turned into the color of pig liver.

"Go back first!"

The hotel owner waved his hand at Ye Feng and then left dejectedly.

Ye Feng didn't want to give up, but the other party had a bad temper. If he kept talking, he would probably get scolded like the innkeeper, and he would have to follow him out of the yard.

As soon as I arrived outside the door, I heard a wailing cry from behind me.

"Dad! It's not good, dad, Za'tar is dying!"

"What?!"

When Lao Zhamu heard this, his hands trembled and his pipe and pot fell to the ground.

"Za'tar can't survive! Wuwu..."

The woman who ran out of the house repeated it, then covered her face and started sobbing.

"Why are you crying? Go call the doctor quickly!"

Lao Zhamu scolded, and the woman immediately wiped the tears from her face and stumbled out the door.

After his daughter-in-law left, Lao Zhamu got down from the millstone, his wrinkled face was very ugly, and he trembled and entered the room.

The loud conversation between the father-in-law and his daughter-in-law in the yard just now attracted the neighbors, who gathered at the door of Zhamu's house to talk about it.

"Hey! What a sin, what a good boy, you can't do it anymore if you say no!"

"If I hadn't offended the mountain god of Kunlun Mountain, could Zata be possessed? Don't let your children run around in the future!"

In the crowd, Ye Feng listened to the conversation with his ears bent, and finally understood what was going on.

Lao Zhamu's ancestors were born in a single lineage for three generations. When he came to his place, he didn't marry a daughter-in-law until he was in his thirties.

Lao Zhamu's son also had Zata when he was in his thirties. Lao Zhamu was extremely fond of his grandson. He held it in his hands for fear of falling and held it in his mouth for fear of it melting.

During the peak tourist season, Lao Zhamu worked as a tour guide to earn money for his grandson. When the cold winter came, he would play with his grandson every day.

Yesterday, Lao Zhamu took his grandson to bask in the sun in the village. He fell asleep unknowingly. When he woke up, he found that his precious grandson was missing.

Lao Zhamu thought his grandson had returned home, but he didn't see the child when he got home.

Lao Zhamu's family was in a panic, and the whole village was looking for the child. Until dark, a villager who went out brought back a comatose child, who was Lao Zhamu's precious grandson.

The villager said that he found the child at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. He was unconscious at the time. He recognized that he was the grandson of Lao Zhamu's family, so he brought him back.

From Muyituo to the foot of Kunlun Mountain, it would take four or five hours for an adult to walk. How could he, a child who had just been weaned for just a few months, run so far?

Although Lao Zhamu was confused, this was not the time to think about it at the moment. He thanked the man from the same village and immediately called the barefoot doctor in the village to treat his grandson.

After inspection, it was found that there were no external injuries on Zatar's body, and there were no signs of poisoning. He was breathing evenly, as if he was asleep.

The village doctor was not only a doctor, but also a magician. After his judgment, little Zata suffered from aphansia, which in layman's terms means losing his soul.

In the countryside, it is very common for children to lose their minds. There are many reasons, most of which are caused by fright.

The treatment methods vary from place to place, but the process is relatively simple.

The holy man touched Za'tar's head and chanted something in his mouth, saying that when the child wakes up tomorrow, everything will be fine, but if he can't wake up, there's nothing I can do.

Zhamu's daughter-in-law hurried over with the holy man, and not long after getting into the room, she came out shaking her head.

"The child's soul has not come back, so prepare for the funeral..."

As soon as the holy man finished his words, he heard a hiccup, and his daughter-in-law's eyes turned white and she fell limply to the ground.

The divine man hurriedly stepped forward to help her, patted her chest and pinched her. After struggling for a while, Lao Zhamu's daughter-in-law finally woke up.

"My son!"

Lao Zhamu's daughter-in-law cried loudly when she woke up, her voice was heartbreaking.

When his daughter-in-law cried, Lao Zhamu became even more upset and his brows twisted into knots.

Their family has been passed down by a single family for five generations. If the grandson has any shortcomings, the family will be extinct!

"Can I try?"

A voice came from the door, and Lao Zhamu turned around to see that it was the stranger who invited him up the mountain just now.

The villagers in Muyituo all looked at this unfamiliar stranger.

"He is also a divine man? He looks like a college student."

"The great men in our village can't do anything about it. They are already sentenced to death. How can he bring back little Zata's soul at such a young age?"

Of course, Ye Feng could hear the comments from the people around him, but he didn't take it to heart. Instead, he repeated to Zhamu: "Is your grandson suffering from apathy? Can you let me try?"

"you?"

Lao Zhamu looked at Ye Feng again with suspicion on his face.

Wearing a blue cold-proof jacket and carrying a khaki sports backpack behind his back, he is dressed in standard tourist attire. How could such a person be so possessed?

Besides, even the holy men in this village can't do anything about it. Do monks from outside know how to recite sutras?

The divine man snorted and said: "Little Zata's soul is no longer in this world. Even if the gods come down to earth, they can't save him!"

"Let's go!"

Zhamu refused directly and turned around and walked into the house. His grandson was dying and he wanted to be with him at the last moment.

"Do you give up your grandson's life so easily? It's ridiculous to say that you love your grandson the most!"

Ye Feng's words immediately made Lao Zhamu stop and turn his head to look at him with a pair of angry eyes.

Lao Zhamu said angrily: "What did you say!"

Ye Feng was not afraid at all and said disdainfully: "If you really love your grandson, you will not give up any chance to save him!"

Ye Feng's words were like a sledgehammer, hitting Lao Zhamu's heart.

Lao Zhamu asked: "Are you really confident that you can save my grandson?"

Ye Feng replied: "I'm 50% sure."

Fifty percent is better than none at all.

"Come in!"

Lao Zhamu said hello, picked up the curtain and walked into the room, and Ye Feng followed him in.