Free Web NovelChapter 1777: Chapter 1777: The Hidden Shariputra
Later events were forgotten by the Wandering Spirit because when he reached the village, he was knocked unconscious.
When he woke up, the Wandering Spirit was in the Container Area.
At that time, he seemed a bit childish, now it felt like he was mentally impaired—how could he think that draping himself in a sack and floating around would scare people?
It was like someone with no brains at all.
Wandering Spirit: "Are you saying I’m already dead, and now I’m a ghost? I remember hovering around here for a long time, which means I’ve been dead for a long time?"
Little Taotie nodded: "It’s because you’ve been scaring people here that this land has depreciated, and in the end, had to be sold to the government at a loss."
Hua Jinyan: "Do you remember how you died?"
"I... don’t remember, but I can guess some..." His voice became a bit unclear, perhaps because his consciousness was becoming muddled again.
"You better not—" Little Taotie began to speak but found it unnecessary to continue.
Suddenly, the Wandering Spirit’s eyes, which had previously been clear and seemed much more mature, turned blank and hollow, then shifted into the mischievous eyes of a naughty child.
He took out a mask and put it on; the mask had a blue face and fangs. He opened his mouth wide and shrieked: "Oww~ ah ah—"
Little Taotie: "Why did he suddenly experience intelligence reduction?"
Hua Jinyan: "You noticed too? I think in his life, his brain might have suffered heavy trauma, which also affected his spiritual body."
Little Taotie’s eyebrows furrowed tightly: "That must have been a severe injury; ordinary injuries can’t affect the spiritual body. After all, it’s just a physical wound."
"We can only wait for him to gradually remember when he’s lucid. Let’s take him back first." Little Taotie took out a small jade-green gourd, intending to collect the Wandering Spirit into it.
This hung on his keychain. Little Taotie had thought it was just a normal keychain, not expecting it could contain a ghost, similar in function to her Horse-Faced Bell.
But despite collecting for a long time, Hua Jinyan was unable to get the Wandering Spirit inside.
Little Taotie: "?"
Facing Little Taotie’s bewildered and confused eyes, Hua Jinyan felt somewhat embarrassed but, after several unsuccessful attempts, chose to concede and admitted the truth: "As expected, he’s a bit different, otherwise he wouldn’t have remained uncollected till now."
Little Taotie recalled: "Wasn’t it said that he has Shariputra?"
"How do you know! I don’t have it, I don’t have a Shariputra!"
This was clearly a case of ’hiding three hundred taels of silver right here.’
Little Taotie couldn’t help but laugh.
She glanced at the spot where the Wandering Spirit’s hands were covering.
Hua Jinyan immediately covered her eyes.
"Why can’t I look?" Little Taotie asked.
Hua Jinyan said earnestly: "Your eyes will go blind."
Little Taotie nodded: "Indeed, looking at too many dirty things can blind the eyes."
Provoked, the Wandering Spirit became fully alert, then calmed down and said with a smile: "I just hid it in the inner layer of my belt."
It was a belt that looked like tough leather, with a very elegant design.
At the time, the valuable things on him were taken away. The reason they didn’t take this belt was that they thought it was flashy but not practical, and they all wore sweatpants, which needed no belt.
This also gave him a moment to hide his most precious Shariputra inside.
It was his great-grandfather who, during wartime, saved a hundred monks from a temple. The temple abbot gave it to him as a token.
His great-grandfather lived to a ripe old age; their family spanned four generations, and he was the great-grandfather’s favorite grandchild. Later, before his great-grandfather passed away, he gave the Shariputra to him.
