It wasn't until he saw the scar on his left shoulder that Chen Fuman was able to confirm that this lame boy was his grandson, Chen Xiaobao, who had been lost many years ago.
Chen Fuman hugged Chen Xiaobao and burst into tears.
His cry is so moving.
Not far away, everyone in the Qingyun Sect watched silently, with deep emotion in their hearts.
They all knew that Chen Fuman had been looking for his grandson, and now he finally found his grandson, but his grandson had turned into a puppet. They felt sad and uncomfortable, and the grief could not be described in words.
Chen Fuman was indeed extremely sad.
He had been looking for his grandson for many years, always hoping that his grandson would be alive. Even if he could just see him once, he would be able to rest in peace if he died on the spot.
But I didn't expect it.
His grandson would actually be found by him in this way.
It turned out to be made into a puppet by Longshan Ancestor.
"My good grandson! Do you still know grandpa? Open your eyes and take a good look at grandpa. I am your grandpa!"
Chen Fuman hugged Chen Xiaobao tightly, but although Chen Xiaobao's eyes were open, they were extremely dull and expressionless.
His face also remained dull and expressionless.
It seems that he can't feel anything about the outside world at all.
His soul has long been refined by Longshan Ancestor.
It's just an empty puppet, a walking corpse.
In other words.
Chen Xiaobao is actually dead, and all that exists now is his body.
How could Chen Fuman not know this?
He just couldn't accept this fact, and there was only unexpressable grief in his heart.
Gou Bu slowly came to Chen Fuman and looked down at Chen Fuman who was crying and trembling.
"Believe in the old immortal, and you will create miracles."
After saying this, Gou Li's figure disappeared along with the golden light.
And Chen Fuman raised his head in confusion, looking at the direction where Gou Li was just now, and the words Gou Li said before he disappeared were still echoing in his ears.
Believe in the old immortal, he will create miracles!
Chen Fuman lowered his head and glanced at Chen Xiaobao, and suddenly thought of something.
I saw Chen Fuman decisively picking up Chen Xiaobao and running all the way back to the top of the mountain.
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In the main hall on the back mountain.
A wooden sculpture is placed in the most conspicuous place.
That was a wood carving that Chen Fuman picked up many years ago. Everything today is because of this wood carving.
Chen Fuman only has one thought now - to beg the woodcarving to appear and save his grandson.
Although he knew that this was almost ridiculous, Chen Fuman could only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
He had no other choice.
We can only place our hopes on this wooden sculpture.
Wood carving can make you stronger and live over a hundred years, and maybe it can really save your grandson.
now.
Chen Fuman placed his grandson Chen Xiaobao on the ground and kowtowed to the wooden sculpture devoutly for countless times.
He kept chanting the same sentence---Please, Old Immortal Qingyun, please save my grandson!
Chen Fuman didn't know what to do. He just kept pleading to the wood sculpture as before.
But the wood carving didn't react at all.
Chen Fuman will naturally not give up. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will be willing to kneel here and plead for how long.
Even if you exchange your own life for the life of your grandson, it is still worth it.
day to day.
Chen Fuman always knelt down and begged here.
During this period, Shen Tuan also came to persuade Chen Fuman and told him to face reality, but Chen Fuman did not give up.
In the blink of an eye.
Three years have passed.
Chen Fuman kept kowtowing, making a small pit in the ground, and his knees almost grew together with the ground.
The old scalper had also come over to accompany Chen Fuman a long time ago, and he just lay aside silently, never leaving his side for three years.
"Please, Old Immortal Qingyun, save my grandson!"
This sentence, repeated countless times, came from Chen Fuman's mouth.
There was another loud bang and a kowtow.
The old scalper also followed Chen Fuman's example, tapping his head on the ground and making a "moo" sound from his mouth.
At this moment.
The wooden sculpture that had been unresponsive for three years suddenly lit up.
Chen Fuman didn't see it, but the old scalper did.
He immediately said "moo" loudly, as if to remind Chen Fuman.
Chen Fuman didn't pay attention and continued to kowtow and say prayers.
It wasn't until the old scalper nudged him with his head that Chen Fuman suddenly fell into a trance.
He turned his head and glanced at the old scalper, then looked up at the wood carving.
next moment.
Chen Fuman was immediately stunned.
I saw the wood carvings turned golden, blooming with bright golden light, rendering the entire back mountain hall golden.
And above the wooden sculpture, under bursts of golden light, stood a figure in green.
That was a very familiar figure to Chen Fuman.
I have seen it in my dreams many times.
"Old Immortal Qingyun?"
Chen Fuman was astonished, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
He had only seen this god in his dreams, but never in reality.
The figure in green clothes put one hand behind his back and the other in front of him, looking at Chen Fuman with a gentle smile.
"God, please save my grandson!"
Chen Fuman seemed to have seen hope and pleaded with great excitement.
"Praise my true name, and you will gain endless blessings."
Chen Fuman reacted faster than usual this time.
"Old Immortal Qingyun---Ye Qingyun!"
"Of course!"
Under the golden light curtain, Ye Qingyun reached out and gently touched Chen Xiaobao who was lying on the ground.
A mysterious force was instantly injected into Chen Xiaobao's body.
To be continued...