The soft blue light was dazzling in Feng Bingwen's eyes, who had activated his spiritual vision. He had already soaked in the lake for a while and was preparing to go home. With a swift movement, he swam towards the place where the light was shining.
Whoosh!
With a splash of water, Feng Bingwen emerged from the water. Looking back, all he could see was a vast expanse of water. He had swum quite far away, and there was no sign of human habitation.
Before us lies an island in the middle of a lake. Surrounding this island is a sea of green lotus leaves that undulate with the lake breeze. Delicate lotus flowers bloom on the water's surface, and plump lotus pods hang low, waiting to be picked.
"This is……"
Feng Bingwen was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that among all the lotus flowers and seedpods, only one was the most dazzling and the only one that was valuable.
The children swam past the blooming lotus flowers, ignoring the lotus pods waiting to be picked, and found the lotus pod that was inconspicuous in the lotus pond, but which shone with blue light in their spiritual vision.
"This is it."
Feng Bingwen closed his eyes and entered a meditative state. He saw the phrase "encountering a spiritual plant in the lake" appear on the Heavenly Book record and understood.
Five days had passed since he prayed for the elixir to restore the vitality of the elderly in his family. He had thought that some kind of spirit beast would deliver the elixir to him again, but it turned out that he encountered it himself.
He didn't think it was just good luck, or that he deserved this medicinal herb. He estimated that without making a wish, he probably wouldn't have encountered it, and even if he had, obtaining it would have required considerable effort. It was nothing like how he had gotten it so easily and smoothly.
It would be too strange if such a spiritual herb wasn't protected by any spirit or demon, especially since he wasn't the only one in this vast world with special eyes.
However, Feng Bingwen did not encounter anything that jumped out to block his way, and this continued until he left with the lotus seedpod.
However, an hour after Feng Bingwen left, a huge wave, about ten feet high, suddenly rose around this rarely visited island in the middle of the lake, under the high moon in the night sky.
The surging waves crashed into the vibrant lotus pond, causing red flowers to wither and green leaves to shatter, turning this beautiful lakeside scene into a desolate mess.
In the calm, rainless night sky, amidst the sudden surge of giant waves, a blue-scaled creature flashed by and quickly disappeared into the turbulent lake water.
cracking!
Suddenly, a fierce cry rang out from high above, and a raptor that almost blended into the night sky plummeted from the heavens like an arrow, falling into the lake and rushing toward the spot where the blue scales had disappeared.
The lake surface immediately calmed down, until nearly fifteen minutes later, a splash erupted on the lake's surface. Under the moonlight, a magnificent cormorant could be seen grasping a nearly ten-foot-long bluefish in its talons, flapping its wings and taking flight...
Meanwhile, Feng Bingwen had already returned home and was pondering how to feed the two elderly people the medicinal herbs he had picked.
"These lotus seeds can be shelled and added to the porridge tomorrow morning. The lotus pods shouldn't be wasted either; tear them up and boil them in water for them to drink."
The diligent, honest, and frugal Feng Bingwen counted on his fingers as he planned. After arranging everything for tomorrow, he glanced at Shan Gong again.
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Well, he swam diligently in the lake all day today, but the good deeds he accumulated were less than what he got by chance that day. It just goes to show how unpredictable fate can be.
However, Feng Bingwen was not discouraged. The speed at which he accumulated good deeds was much faster than the speed at which he released small birds and insects a few years ago. After all, people can only be happy when they are content.
As for extremely wicked people like the "human child," they are rare finds. After all, we live in a peaceful and prosperous era, so where would we find so many thoroughly evil people to kill?
After calming his mind, Feng Bingwen fell asleep peacefully. Early the next morning, he got up, peeled the lotus seeds, and put them into the porridge. After the porridge was cooked, he ladled out a bowl and brought it to his grandfather, who was still lying in bed recovering from his injuries.
"My dear grandson, you've worked so hard these past few days!"
Seeing her grandson push open the door and bring in a bowl of porridge, the old man, who had already woken up but could only lie in bed reading books due to mobility issues, smiled broadly.
"It's alright, it's just a small thing. As long as you get better soon, Grandpa!"
Feng Bingwen responded, and then handed the porridge to the old man.
"Huh? Why are there lotus seeds too?"
The lotus seeds, each the size of a longan, were so conspicuous that it was impossible for Feng Lingjun not to notice them.
"You went swimming?"
The old man, who had originally had a kind face, changed color at this moment, his face as gloomy as a thundercloud about to unleash a storm.
"No, I just strolled around in the shallows, I didn't go into any deep water!"
Helpless, Feng Bingwen could only tell a white lie. He had actually considered whether to grind the lotus seeds into powder, but he felt that this might damage the effects of this hard-won spiritual object, so he was prepared to be criticized.
"Didn't I say that I would take you to the village pond once I recovered from my injuries?"
"But your injury won't heal anytime soon!"
Feng Bingwen muttered to himself, which only deepened the wrinkles on the old man's face. However, just as the old man was about to lose his temper, Feng Bingwen suddenly shouted,
"Oh dear, I got up a little late today and I'm going to be late for school. Grandpa, I'm leaving now. Take your time with your porridge, it's a little hot."
After saying that, Feng Bingwen didn't wait for the old man's response, opened the door and rushed out.
After Feng Bingwen left, the old man's anger quickly faded, replaced by a look of helplessness.
"I'm getting old, my grandson is even disgusted with me, sigh!"
Feng Lingjun let out a heavy sigh. He remembered that day when he was beaten to the ground by that group of audacious thugs and could only watch helplessly as his grandson was taken away. Fortunately, heaven protected him and his grandson returned safely.
As he thought about it, the old man picked up the hot porridge in his hand, took a small sip, and his originally worried face suddenly froze as a warm current flowed into his chest along with the porridge.
"The porridge smells really good today, is it because you added lotus seeds?"
The old man didn't mind, but couldn't help drinking a few more mouthfuls. Then he couldn't stop himself. Even though the porridge was still a little hot, he finished the bowl of porridge faster than usual.
After he finished the bowl of porridge, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief, feeling as if he had become lighter, as if he had broken free of invisible shackles.
"hiss!"
The next moment, the old man couldn't help but take a deep breath, and he felt a strong tingling sensation on the injured areas of his legs, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.
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