Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Take the yellow talisman and cinnabar and go out, Su Chen goes to grandma's house without stopping.

As usual, let the little wooden man lean against the urn for ten minutes. This time, Su Chen did not choose to draw the talisman, but turned around and looked at Master Cai Zhengqing who was eating.

Yu Dingqiang asked with a smile: "Master, have you eaten? How about some too?"

Cai Zhengqing's mouth twitched.

This eldest disciple, eating in vain!

Good, very good!

Then I heard Su Chen say: "Master Cai, can I have a word with you?"

He was stunned for a long time, and finally realized that Su Chen was talking to him. Then he stood up attentively, his mouth curled up, and he couldn't stop smiling.

See, the master is so polite to me, which shows that I still have some real materials.

When he walked to the side, he heard Su Chen asking about the big tree struck by lightning on Longshan Mountain. He was stunned for a moment, and was secretly annoyed. He thought he was going to ask me about metaphysics, but he didn't expect to ask about the lightning-struck wood.

He had an impression of that tree. When he went to Qingshan Village to perform a ritual for someone, it happened to be raining and thundering. A lightning bolt as thick as a finger struck the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, and a thick branch burned and fell down. He happened to be resting at that time, so he went up to take a look, thinking of getting a bargain. After all, he also knew the name of the lightning-struck wood.

However, when he proposed to buy the fallen branch, the villagers immediately asked for a high price. At first, they wanted five hundred yuan, and after he agreed, they directly raised the price to one thousand yuan.

He was not a sucker. The lightning-struck wood was just a nice word and could ward off evil spirits. In fact, who knows if it is useful. How could you buy a branch for one thousand? With that money, you can buy a shabby house in the suburbs of Cuicheng. Well, he refused immediately.

Now, when Su Chen mentioned it, although he was reluctant, Cai Zhengqing still explained it.

"Master Su, it's a waste to buy lightning-struck wood for 1,000 yuan. Besides, it's been several months, and we don't know if the fallen branches are still there."

Su Chen asked: "What about the banyan tree? It must still be there, right?"

"You want to take it from the banyan tree? Are you crazy? There is a land temple next to the tree. Usually, there are incense sticks in front of the tree when people worship. If you dare to move, do you believe they will hit you with a hoe?"

As Cai Zhengqing spoke, his voice gradually became smaller, and he coughed lightly: "But I heard that there are a few second-rate guys in their village. If you give them some money, they may do such a thing... Otherwise..."

Before he finished his suggestion, Su Chen waved his hand: "Then don't use it."

"Really?"

Su Chen continued to shake his head and looked at Cai Zhengqing carefully again.

He saw that there was still a faint yellow air on his body, and the air was very pure and clean, different from those he was familiar with. This should be the air of Zi Gu.

"Master Cai, if the ritual here is over, you should go to the public toilet to worship Zi Gu in person."

Cai Zhengqing was stunned: "What, what do you mean?"

"Is it not over yet?"

Su Chen smiled and did not explain, but turned to grandma to talk about whether there is a house for rent nearby.

"Hey~" Cai Zhengqing was so angry that his teeth itched.

But he had no choice.

Who let him have real skills?

After returning, he asked Zhang Qiang what was needed to worship Zi Gu, and planned to go to worship tomorrow.

Otherwise, Zi Gu would be unhappy and make him eat shit again...

Thinking of this, Cai Zhengqing couldn't help but shudder.

On the other side, grandma made a bowl of sugar water for Su Chen.

"We don't have many houses here, but there are two courtyards left in A-Yu's house, which are reserved for his relatives. I'll ask for you later."

"Two courtyards? How big?"

"There are about ten rooms in one courtyard. If A-Yu is willing, it's no problem to rent two or three rooms to you."

"But Master, if you rent after the New Year, then wait a little longer. Maybe those who rented A-Yu's house before the New Year will leave, and it's not certain that it will be vacant."

Su Chen nodded in understanding.

He had guessed that Lin Jingyu was a landlord before, and now it has been confirmed, and it can be heard that there are still many houses.

After asking about the approximate rent, Su Chen took back the little wooden man, and the urn shook twice again.

Su Chen sighed: "Go with peace of mind. When the spirit is cultivated, I'll let grandma tell you later."

The urn stopped moving.

Seeing this, grandma turned around and quietly wiped her tears.

Unless the deceased has a special fate, the funeral in Cuicheng usually lasts three days. After today, the urn will be sent to the cemetery. In the future, it will only be worshipped during the Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival.

The elderly send off the young, and grandma has aged a little in just a few days.

Su Chen sighed and left quickly.

The warm sun on Chunming Street in the afternoon was very warm, and Su Chen felt drowsy in the sun.

He fell asleep without knowing it.

He was woken up by someone, and the voice sounded familiar.

"Master, Master, please help my wife, she has vomited seven or eight times, and she has vomited acid water. The drip is not very effective. She can't wake up, Master..."

He opened his eyes and it was the middle-aged man in the morning.

Su Chen was puzzled for a moment: "What's going on?"

The middle-aged man looked bitter: "Hey, this is... my wife is stubborn."

It turned out that although Su Chen took away the red mushrooms today, the poisonous red mushrooms he picked out were still at home. The man went to get medicine and came back. His wife happened to be home. After telling her about the matter, she was glad that he only ate one bowl every day and didn't eat much. His wife insisted that Su Chen was a liar and said that she also drank the pork rib soup and was fine.

"She didn't believe it. My mother had already cooked the meal, but she insisted on frying a plate of red mushrooms and eating it herself. This, this..."

The man's eyes became redder as he spoke, and then he pointed at the woman on the stretcher and said, "We went to the hospital and asked a doctor to check it out. It was indeed food poisoning, but the situation was too serious. I thought about your great medical skills, so I came here."

He led people to carry the unconscious person into Chunming Street, which had attracted everyone's attention. At this time, a circle of people gathered in front of the stretcher.

Old Liao was also squeezed in, and he immediately made a sound of "tsk tsk".

"What did I say? Some women are just sick in the head!"

"I told you but you didn't listen. Now you're going to lose your life."

Someone else whispered, "Is this man crazy? He was sent to the hospital but he brought her here. Isn't he a fortune teller?"

"That's right. I think this man wants to kill his wife."

"Hey, what do you know? Generally, this kind of situation can't be cured in the hospital."

"I know, I know. Before my grandma died, my family also went around looking for all kinds of folk remedies and witches for her. Unfortunately, it was useless."

Old Liao frowned as he listened, "Go away, what do you know? This young man has real skills, and he's different from those witches you talked about!"

Su Chen didn't care about that. He got up and went to feel the pulse of the unconscious woman.

As his fingers rested on the woman's wrist, Su Chen's face gradually darkened.

The woman's face was terribly pale, and her pulse was even more chaotic. She was too deeply poisoned.

He couldn't help but look up and question the man with a complaint: "How much did you eat? Did you eat it all?"

The man's eyes dodged: "I tried to stop her, but I couldn't get rid of her. She was trying to snatch it from me."

Old Liao said with disdain: "This is just asking for trouble. This woman is really asking for trouble!"

He smelled a little, and the people around him subconsciously moved away.

Old Liao didn't care, and asked Su Chen: "Can it be cured?"

If it was in the previous world, it would be possible with his own cultivation, and it would be easy.

But now...

Su Chen gritted his teeth, asked everyone to step back, and went to the hardware store to get a box of nails.

Everyone was surprised.

Old Liao asked: "What is this for?"

"Acupuncture!"

Old Liao was shocked: "What?!"

"Take, take nails for acupuncture?"

Are you crazy?