44 - Char Siew Bao enters the Dao
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Baiju was right. Halfway through the bonfire party, Char Siew Bao was nibbling on skewers.
The show on the stage had ended. A large area next to the bonfire was cleared out and the staff wore dresses printed with melons, fruits and flowers, and danced around the bonfire hand in hand. The movements were quite simple, and many tourists danced with them while others either videotaped, or took advantage of the time to buy grilled skewers at nearby barbecue stalls.
Spiritual food was quite subtle.
For ordinary people who weren’t sick or dying, the skewers simply gave them a strong sense of fullness. They obviously didn’t eat many, but felt that they had eaten enough, so they stopped to take pictures, video, or dance. For those who had injuries or ailments, the feeling of fullness came much more slowly, but after the body fully absorbed the food, they felt almost the same, and in fact, they still didn’t eat much.
However, for people with special physiques such as Char Siew Bao, the spiritual food they stuffed into their stomachs simply made them hungrier the more they ate. Their long-dried body was suddenly filled with spiritual food, and the spirit that had been barren suddenly felt the hunger of more than ten or twenty years all at once. Char Siew Bao only knew that the skewers were particularly delicious. He raved about them to his phone and basically transformed into a gourmet streamer.
“Right! It's super delicious! "
There was a voice in his ear. Char Siew Bao turned his head while chewing and found that there was a talking head about 20 centimetres above him. It was a fancy-dressed old man who was smiling brightly, bending down and chattering with him.
Char Siew Bao, "..." So tall.
Char Siew Bao swallowed what was in his mouth, and moved his gaze inadvertently. He followed the person's body and found that he was floating.
Char Siew Bao, "Ahahaha, you are very enthusiastic; but the skewers are really delicious!"
The netizens on the other side of the screen were amused:
——Hhh Baobao, are you dumb, who are you talking to?
——His acting is terrible, hahahahaha
——23333 Only I can see it! Baozi, is it a fake ghost hhh
——Fine fine fine, you are indeed a horror streamer, please continue to perform!
Char Siew Bao felt that the netizens couldn’t see him in the frame, so he turned the camera to the old man floating in the air, "No, I don’t have any acting skills... I met a dedicated staff member who floated over to me to chat."
Char Siew Bao didn't pay attention to the "we don't see him" on the full screen. While talking, he walked around the old man and asked enthusiastically, "Speaking of, sir, where are your wires? I can’t see any, is it some hi-tech technology, like magnetic levitation?"
The netizens usually played around too much, even if they frantically filled the screen with "I can't see him" on the screen, Char Siew Bao didn't trust them, and whispered, "You're the ones who are pretending now. You should be ashamed that your acting isn’t as good."
The old uncle seemed to be ignorant of his questions, holding his hand behind his back he stretched his waist to seem taller, "Hey now, I’ve been with you for a long time. Did you not see me before?"
Char Siew Bao, “......”
Char Siew Bao calmly continued the play, "Thank you sir, the grilled skewers on Guihe island are indeed amazing. Char Siew Bao was unable to resist, so I started to stream my meal…”
The netizens on the screen weren’t following, and their amusement at the unusual performance slowly withered away.
Char Siew Bao was staring at the old man on the screen. His smile was stiff as he read the netizens words. After the show at the bonfire party ended, Char Siew Bao had taken them to see the surroundings and the stream hadn’t been this awkward. If he wasn’t holding his phone his hands would’ve shook.
The old man was still confused, "How is it streamed?"
Char Siew Bao was deeply absorbed, "Sir, do you believe in ghosts?"
The old ghost liked this little man and responded immediately, "Of course, what do you think I am otherwise!"
Char Siew Bao, "...thank you, then you should know a lot about ghost culture."
The old man was very enthusiastic, "I’ll teach you."
Char Siew Bao, "Thank you, sir, but there’s no need, I already know."
Char Siew Bao urgently turned to find the conspicuous white hair dog in the crowd, and was almost blinded by the white dog’s aura, "You see...ah, those two."
The old man understood, nodded, "Ah, those two, they indeed have a lot of energy."
Char Siew Bao, "..."
Char Siew Bao was stubborn and laughed, "I’ll bid you farewell, sir."
The old ghost floated away.
Char Siew Bao was standing in the same spot.
But now when he saw the world ...it was too strange.
The sky was clearer than ever, and there were a variety of stars with their own constellations. The beach was full of people, and above them floated five or six ghosts. At night the sea should have been a black sea , but there were flashes of fluorescent lights, like countless souls - of course, the most important thing was that this bonfire party now had a huge mobile light source, Baiju and Xiao Yao by his side.
Xiao Yao’s merits were also quite heavy, although it was nothing compared to the old white dog, but it also wasn’t negligible. The two of them were holding hands and weaving between the barbecue stalls. To Char Siew Bao they were simply a moving ball of light.
Baiju was pulling Xiao Yao to go and see Char Siew Bao. This silly child just suddenly entered the Dao, and the aura of the whole of Guihe trembled, the spiritual power of the bonfire party even manifested a small whirlpool centring on Char Siew Bao, the scene was very rare.
"There are no resentful ghosts here," Bailu chewed on a squid skewer, observing the confusion, "these few have all passed their seven day meal, and are about to move on. They just want to visit Guihe Island one last time...but they shouldn’t be scary. "
Xiao Yu held more than 30 skewers. He shook his head and smiled, "These ghosts aren’t dangerous, but for normal people ‘seeing ghosts’ itself is a very scary thing."
Baiju thought for a moment, grabbed his hair, and tried to imagine how Char Siew Bao must be experiencing things, "If he knew that he has not only seen a ghost, but also talked to a mountain god several times and disturbed the Director of the Demon Bureau..."
Xiao Yao found where Char Siew Bao had moved to, and seeing Baiju’s head in the clouds, he pulled on his hand and swayed, "Bai’ge, don't worry about it, let's just help him."
Baiju nodded. He had eaten a lot of grilled skewers and it was also twenty minutes until the end of the bonfire party. They didn't have anything else to do.
So, while Char Siew Bao was looking for a quiet corner to reassess his life, he saw the two mobile light shows moving towards him. Adding to their sticky romantic atmosphere, the light of their auras made Char Siew Bao feel like he was going to be burned alive.
"We meet again Char Siew Bao." Xiao Yao glanced over Char Siew Bao and evaluated his state, "You don’t look too good, your face is quite bad, and your spirit is unclear."
"You two..." Char Siew Bao was weak, "I’m just a bit unwell——"
Xiao Yao saw through him in a glance and poked straight to the heart of it, “Unwell, did you see a ghost?"
Char Siew Bao stared at them in disbelief. Suddenly his mind went back to what the old ghost said to him, what was the meaning of the words, they’re really familiar in the "industry"!
Char Siew Bao was desperate, crying pathetically, "Was it really a ghost? I thought I fell asleep, and it was a super-real dream!"
Xiao Yao looked at Baiju. Baiju thought for a moment, then waved his hand slightly and turned to Char Siew Bao, "Let’s leave, it’ll take a long time to explain, let's talk while we walk."
Char Siew Bao hesitated, then put a hand to his chest and drew a cross on his body, "Amitabha."
Xiao Yao, "..."
I really don't know how Char Siew Bao lived until this point, his luck must be quite good.
The group of three left the bonfire party, and the grilled skewers in Xiao Yao’s hand didn’t go to Baiju, but were fed to Char Siew Bao to give this pure Yang Daoist a little extra spiritual power.
Baiju had planned for this anyway. They had already notified Qu Lang that Char Siew Bao would be coming, so he added some of his power into his new little brother's spiritual food. The old white dog had never been stingy.
It was only that Xiao Yao still felt a little disappointed, and gently tugged Baiju’s hand, motioning for him to bring his ear closer, “Tomorrow there won’t be any special events, I’ll take you to a hunting ground to eat... If you want to eat barbecue, we can rent a boat; we have the tools in our house. We can take them along and I’ll barbecue it for you."
The old white dog raised his eyebrows, smiled all the way up to his eyes. Then he turned his head and quickly stole a kiss from Xiao Yao's lips, "Yao Yao, you’re so nice."
Xiao Yao, "..."
Xiao Yao pursed his lips, stood on tiptoe, raised his head and kissed him back.
Char Siew Bao, who was eating skewers behind the two of them, "..."
He felt that he was really superfluous.
From the corner of his eye, Xiao Yao noticed Char Siew Bao, so he patted Baiju on the shoulder, cleared his throat, and briefed Char Siew Bao about his current situation as he walked.
After all, Xiao Yao was an influential bureau Director who often had such meetings, and his explanation was informative and concise. In a few sentences, he explained the cause and effect of the incident.
Char Siew Bao was never really a stupid person. After a period of digestion, he had calmed down. Entering the Dao was a hurdle, before he’d stepped over it, he was an ordinary person, but after stepping over, it cannot be undone. Unless he was punished to lose his Dao soul.
The problem now was that Char Siew Bao was a bit caught off guard.
His yin yang eyes could be closed after three days, and this would all pass. But when he found out that he was now like a dish with the lid of the pot uncovered and desperately exuding a delicious aroma, he was frightened.
"You guys, I don’t know if you have anything on you that can protect my life." Char Siew Bao stood in front of the door of the apartment he rented, and refused to enter the house. "My life depends on you two."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yao threw a few talismans at him, "The price of friendship is six million."
Char Siew Bao, “......”
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Char Siew Bao: You might not believe me, but I went to Guihe Island and ruined my life.