After Jiang Wuchen heard this, he patted his forehead and said, "Please God? Is that the statue of Guan Gong that was installed in the living room downstairs before? The one that Uncle Wang gave to Dad."
After hearing this, Mrs. Jiang nodded, "That's right, you know your father likes to talk about brotherly loyalty the most."
Then, Mrs. Jiang turned around and told Sang Luo and Zhang Tianshi about her husband's past.
"Originally, when our family got rich, I always wanted to move to a villa area with complete supporting facilities in the city, or to live in a high-end community."
"But Jiang Dongfei said that when he was a child, his family was poor and he grew up eating a lot of food from the villagers. Now that he is rich, he cannot forget his roots. He wants to stay in the village."
"He also promised that the villagers in the village could come to him for help no matter what happened at home, and he would definitely help as much as he could."
After listening to Mrs. Jiang's narration, Sang Luo roughly understood why the Jiang family wanted to build the villa in this small mountain village.
At the same time, we can also understand why Jiang’s house’s glass exterior wall is so eye-catching but does not attract opposition from fellow villagers.
"Is the uncle Wang who your son said gave you the statue of Guan Gong also a villager in this village?" Sang Luo asked Mrs. Jiang.
Mrs. Jiang nodded, "Yes, Jiang Dong accidentally fell into the river when he was a child and was about to drown. It was Lao Wang who picked him up from the water."
"But my husband didn't treat him badly. He always took him to do business together and thought of him whenever anything good happened."
"He is my husband's best friend. He became a good brother in the mountain temple when he was a child. Therefore, he gave my husband a statue of Guan Gong, hoping that the brotherhood between the two will last forever."
Zhang Tianshi twirled his beard, and a trace of doubt suddenly flashed in his eyes, "Then why did the husband of the predestined master suddenly smash the statue of Guan Gong again?"
Mrs. Jiang glanced at Jiang Dong lying on the bed, and a hint of fear gradually appeared on her face.
"Because the statue of Guan Gong suddenly opened its eyes."
When Mrs. Jiang said this, she lowered her voice as if Guan Gong could hear her.
"What?" Jiang Wuchen asked in disbelief, "How is this possible? That Guan Gong statue has no eyes at all?"
Mrs. Jiang frowned and stretched out her right hand to hold her forehead, "It's true! One morning half a month ago, when your father came in, he found that the eyeless Guan Gong had opened his eyes."
"He was too scared at the time, so he smashed the Guan Gong statue."
After Jiang Wuchen heard this, his face turned ashen.
"It's over. When Guan Gong opens his eyes, he will see blood! And my father actually smashed the statue of Guan Gong. It's over, it's over, it's really over now."
There has always been a saying among the people.
If Bodhisattva closes his eyes, he will not save the world; if Guan Gong opens his eyes, he will kill people.
Therefore, when people build statues of gods, they generally do not paint eyes for Guan Gong.
Sang Luo raised his eyebrows, "The statue of Guan Gong without eyes suddenly grew eyes. This is the first time I have heard of such a strange thing."
After saying that, she bent her waist slightly and carefully observed Jiang Dong's physical condition again.
Suddenly she made a new discovery.
There seemed to be small insects squirming in the blood vessels at the junction of Jiang Dong's neck and shoulders.
Sang Luo pulled down the quilt covering Jiang Dong.
Mrs. Jiang immediately rushed forward to stop her.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Sang Luo with a wary expression, "Master, what do you want to do?"
When Jiang Wuchen saw this, he quickly ran over and pulled his mother up from the bed.
"Mom, my master is really powerful, just let him take a look! In this way, maybe my dad can still be saved."
"But…."
Just as Mrs. Jiang was about to retort, Jiang Wuchen suddenly shuddered, "Mom, it's like this now. I can only treat a dead horse as a living doctor. Don't you want my dad to wake up soon?"
Mrs. Jiang lowered her head, "How could I not want your father to wake up? I'm just worried about whether the master you hired can do it."
Jiang Wuchen patted his chest and said, "Mom, don't worry! If you don't believe in my master, don't you still believe in me?"
"Our family was so poor back then. It was not because I relied on mystical skills to help our family improve their feng shui and luck that we became so wealthy today."
"Your son is not a fool, and he will not take as his teacher a person who knows nothing."
Hearing what Jiang Wuchen said, Mrs. Jiang couldn't help but stop her too much.
Sang Luo slowly lifted Jiang Dong's quilt and peeled off the clothes around his collar.
You don’t know it unless you look at it, but it’s really scary at first glance.
Jiang Dong's skin from his neck to his stomach was covered with dense insects, some of which had even entered his blood vessels.
Those little bugs were slowly attacking his brain.
After these little bugs took over his brain and gnawed away all his brain marrow, Jiang Dong's life came to an end.
At this moment, she instantly confirmed her suspicion in her mind.
Sang Luo arranged Jiang Dong's clothes and covered him with the quilt again.
She took out the sanitary wipes she carried in her bag, wiped her hands, and then said: "Jiang Dong's illness is not at all because he has lost consciousness, nor is it because Guan Gong opened his eyes."
As soon as Sang Luo said this, everyone present looked at each other in shock.
At this time, Mr. Qiu, a Taoist man who had arrived long before Sang Luo and Zhang Tianshi arrived, spoke.
"Girl, if you don't understand, then don't talk nonsense! In front of their house, Guan Gong opened his eyes, and later on, the statue of Guan Gong was smashed. Isn't this a mistake?"
After Mr. Qiu finished speaking, Sang Luo turned around and met his eyes. She took a look at the middle-aged man in front of her.
This Mr. Qiu is different from the Taoist people Sang Luo has come into contact with in the past.
Most of the men in Xuanmen don't like to pay attention to their appearance, and they only want to practice cultivation.
But this one is different. From his hairstyle to the matching of clothes and shoes, as well as his neatly trimmed eyebrows, he is a person who pays great attention to appearance.
Sang Luo smiled, pointed at Jiang Dong's neck, and then said:
"The reason why Jiang Dong fell ill was obviously because he was poisoned by a poison called the moonworm. If you don't believe me, go take a look at his neck yourself."
"There are countless little bugs crawling inside."
Jiang Wuchen believed in Sang Luo the most. Without saying a word, he took off his father's quilt and started to check.
When he saw the dense worms on his father's neck, goosebumps broke out all over his body.
"Mom, it's true! What my master said is true! My dad is really poisoned!"
"There are really many, many bugs in his body."
Jiang Wuchen shook his mother's body rapidly.
According to common sense, Mrs. Jiang should immediately ask Sang Luo to help cure the poison at this time.
But her reaction surprised Sang Luo.
Mrs. Jiang pushed her son away, stared at Sang Luo and said:
"I thought he was really a master, but it turns out it's nothing more than that. My husband has obviously hit a god, but you insist on telling me what kind of poison he was hit with."
"You'd better leave our family's affairs alone and let these two masters handle it."
