Chapter 29: The Character That Communicates with Ghosts and Spirits

  "Wasn't it a full moon night just a month ago?" Pan Hao thought about it and probably understood what was going on.

  "Brother Yao, I have a method that might be effective for your illness!" Pan Hao said to Yao Chubridge after regaining his composure.

  "Really?" Yao Chubridge's voice was slightly trembling, his heart was excited. But at the same time, he was also puzzled. After all, this doctor couldn't even cure him, and Pan Hao in front of him looked more like a rich young master. What kind of method could cure the disease?

  "Come with me!" Pan Hao didn't have much explanation either. When the time comes, seeing is believing.

  Everyone curiously followed behind Pan Hao, only to see Pan Hao lead the crowd through the front yard and into the study in the back. Everyone was shocked, why did he go to the study to treat the illness?

  "Little girl, grind the ink!" Pan Hao called out to Xiwen. The little girl smiled and responded with a "yes". She came over to Pan Hao's side, picked up a delicate ink stick, added a small amount of clear water to the inkstone, and began to grind it slowly and gently.

  Pan Hao spread out a clean and flawless sheet of paper, smoothed it with a ruler. In an instant, the ink was ready. Pan Hao picked up his brush, dipped it in ink. The crowd suddenly realized that he was writing a prescription!

  But what they saw next left everyone stunned!

  Only Pan Hao's brush moved like a dragon and snake, just like clouds flowing in the water. The big "Zhen" character written on the white paper with a brush was full of charm, making people look at it and feel as if their distracting thoughts were suppressed, clearing their minds.

  "Brother Pan! What's this?" Yao Chubridge asked hesitantly. Although the words were written with great skill, what did they have to do with treating illnesses?

  "Believe me and stick this note on your bedside. The truth will reveal itself in time!" Pan Hao handed him the paper, saying calmly.

  Yao Chubridge picked up the paper, and suddenly he was invigorated. He could feel a warm, sacred aura emanating from the paper. His slightly dizzy head was instantly awakened by this aura. His thinking became clearer and brighter than ever before. Yao Chubridge suddenly realized that this ordinary white paper had become extraordinary after Pan Hao wrote on it.

  "Brother Pan, this is really too expensive!" Yao Chubridge said solemnly.

  "Just one word, Brother Yao is being too serious!" Pan Hao shook his head and smiled lightly.

  "Although it's only one word, it's worth a thousand gold! Whether it works or not, I'd like to thank Brother Pan first!" Yao Chubridge said with a serious face and bowed deeply to Pan Hao.

  Pan Hao waved his hand. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, why was a single word so important? Next, Yao Chubridge left Song Zhi behind and ordered the servants to go back and explain to their parents. Then he had a pleasant conversation with Pan Hao for the entire afternoon, Yao Chubridge couldn't help but admire Pan Hao's knowledge and insight. Many wonderful ideas flashed through Yao Chubridge's mind.

  Pan Hao also learned about many strange people and events from Yao Chubridge, as well as the geographical features of this world! It was a very rewarding experience.

  "Brother Pan, it's getting late, we should say goodbye!" Yao Chubridge stood up from his chair and bowed to Pan Hao.

  "Take care on your journey, Brother Yao!" Pan Hao also stood up and replied with a bow.

  After saying goodbye, Yao Chubridge took Song Zhi out of the gate and gradually went away.

  Yao Chuqiao returned to Yao Fu, Qu County, with Song Zhi. In the main hall, a refined middle-aged man sat upright, this man had a handsome face and some resemblance to Yao Chuqiao. After years of tempering, there was a hint of white hair between his temples, but he exuded a calm and mature masculine aura.

  "Father!" Yao Chubridge entered the hall and paid respects to his father.

  "Wen'er, did you send someone back to say that there's a way to cure the mad demon disease? Is it true?" Yao Lin saw Yao Chubridge return and hastily got up to ask anxiously. Yao Chubridge was also known as Yunwen, which is why he was called Wen'er.

  "Father, this is the treatment method that Brother Pan gave!" Yao Chubridge nodded and took out the letter given by Pan Hao.

  Mr. Yao took the paper with a puzzled expression, unfolded it, and a large character "Zhen" appeared. The word seemed to be dancing like a dragon and a phoenix, with bold and powerful strokes, and between the lines, there was an intention to suppress the world.

  "Good writing!" Although Mr. Yao didn't attend high school, his years of foundation and experience were enough to discern the level of quality.

  "Is it just a character?" Mr. Yao asked puzzledly, holding the paper.

  "Didn't you, Father, have any special feeling?" Yao Chubridge was also puzzled. Didn't Yao's father feel that aura?

  "Huh? What's going on?" Yao Lin was about to ask what the special feeling was, when a warm breath suddenly came through the paper, warming his entire body through his arm. His mind inexplicably cleared up. Worries and confusion were suppressed one after another, and his thinking became much sharper.

  "Is this it? Just writing a single character?" Yao Fu's heart was shocked, he suppressed the thought and asked Yao Chubridge.

  "Right, just one word, and we all saw Brother Pan write it himself!" Yao Chubridge rarely saw his father's shocked expression, but this time he was speaking the truth. This is really too unbelievable!

  "Could it be that this is the legendary character with divine charm, able to communicate with ghosts and gods?" Mr. Yao's mind was constantly churning, filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

  The night was cool and quiet, the Pan residence was silent, inside the bedroom.

  "Hao Ge, what's with that calligraphy?" Xi Wen asked curiously, her big bright eyes staring up at Pan Hao as she leaned against his chest.

  "With a bit of divine power added, it should be enough to handle the crisis on Brother Yao's body!" Pan Hao naturally didn't think that the guesses of the Yao father and son would stop. The charm of the word indeed exists, after all, Pan Hao was also a martial arts master in his previous life, and now he has also ascended to divinity.

  This bit of accumulation is enough to promote the advancement of my writing skills. However, whether a mortal's words can communicate with ghosts and gods is unknown, but with divine power infused into his words, Pan Hao has confidence that he can suppress the death energy and yin energy on Yao Chubridge's body.

  This calligraphy can also be a treasured family heirloom, the foundation of a prosperous life. With divine power attached, as long as you worship every day and absorb enough incense, it will naturally calm the family's fortune and make it difficult for evil spirits to wreak havoc. A family's good fortune is the blessing of the gods! Moreover, Pan Hao has left behind not only divine power!

  Pan Haodai rubbed the back of Xiaoyao's vest with his big hand, and gently kissed Xiaoyao's cheek. He hugged Xiaoyao and closed his eyes!

  "Hmm~" The little girl seemed to understand and not understand, following Pan Hao for so long, she naturally knew a bit about the mysterious place on Pan Hao's body. Seeing Pan Hao kiss her, the little girl smiled sweetly. Her small head nodded and nestled into Pan Hao's arms, sinking deeply into dreamland.

  The county of Quanshui, the Yao residence, was bathed in a bright moonlight with sparse stars. It was the night of the full moon on the fifteenth day of the lunar month. The round moon shone brightly like a plate, casting its radiance everywhere. The Yao residence was equally quiet, except for two lanterns at the entrance that emitted a faint yellow glow.

  In a beautifully decorated bedroom, Yao Chubridge closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He had apparently entered the land of dreams. On the headboard above the bed, a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, a majestic and domineering town character hung on the headboard, vaguely emitting a soothing atmosphere that calmed the soul.