Chapter 71 Great Changes
Wei Chunxing said in the letter that he used a health-preserving pill left by Lin Xinghuo and gave it to an outsider. This pill was originally made to prevent the elderly and children in the village from having trouble surviving the long and cold winter. It was a specially made pill: it was based on refined spiritual grains and combined with ginseng and other common medicines for strengthening the body and replenishing the essence. It was gentler and more effective than any life-saving ginseng soup.
Even though he disliked his ex-brother-in-law and his family, Wei Chunxing still couldn't bear to leave the child, who was terribly burning, unattended. He gave him this pill out of concern that something might happen to the child on the way to the county seat, and the village wouldn't be able to explain. Lin Xinghuo thought about it and decided that the pills were a bit too strong for Chen Laifu's youngest son, who had a congenital deficiency, but it shouldn't be a big deal. The child would just have to suffer a bit, and his body would ache for a few days.
Of course, out of the gourd of pills, Wei Chunxing only fed one to the child, avoiding the crying and panicking Chen family members. Wei Chunxing didn't even bat an eyelid at his ex-brother-in-law who was holding his legs and howling louder than a pack of wolves.
He said in the letter: They usually called their darlings "darlings" and said that they would be willing to give their precious grandson to them even if he had to eat their flesh and drink their blood. But when it really came to the point, these two people threw their grandson out of their minds and cared wholeheartedly for their own son, the murderer of the family.
When Old Lady Chen saw Chen Laifu injured, she immediately dropped the feverish, unconscious child to the ground, crying, "Son!" and rushed over. It was the dead of winter, and even if either she or Old Man Chen had been a little slower, had a moment's rest, and had placed the sick child in a nearby straw nest, Old Uncle Chen wouldn't have been so disheartened as to personally wipe Old Man Chen's family off the family tree with his trembling arms! Old Man Chen was the grandson of Old Uncle Chen's eldest brother, and the eldest grandson of their branch. Old Uncle Chen didn't say anything, but over the past two years, he had secretly asked his children and grandchildren to give all the work points he earned from twisting hemp rope and picking corn to Old Man Chen's family at the end of the year.
Uncle Ye could earn a few work points, and the village had been getting better and better over the past two years. To please the eighty-year-old, the Chen family's children and grandchildren would even add a few melons and dates to make up the difference. When Old Man Chen and his brother came to make a scene late at night, knocking him off his warm kang, Uncle Ye remained calm. Even when Old Lady Chen borrowed this and that from his family, Uncle Ye was quite at peace. But the swift movements of the two men placing their sick grandson on the frozen ground were too much for Uncle Ye. "Selfishness" was his most intolerable quality, and "Chen family roots" were his unshakable insistence. The former was a source of pain for him; if only his eldest brother had been selfish for once, he wouldn't have starved to death. As for the latter, Uncle Ye was truly a stubborn old man with old-fashioned ideas. His concern for the despised and disliked Old Man Chen's family was simply because Old Man Chen had a grandson, extending the Chen family line to another generation.
Anyway, Wei Chunxing said that he also gave Uncle Chen a health pill. Fortunately, Uncle Chen gave up, otherwise the branch secretary would not have been able to do things without leaving any room for maneuver.
The farce of Chen Laifu's family is simply a microcosm of the complicated and tangled family relationships in rural areas. In all the years he has lived in Bushan Village, this is the only example that Lin Xinghuo has seen of a family being torn apart.
The letter was sent early, so Qingji knew more. The villain, who had been hanging around with the mao Anian for so long, had developed a habit of watching the fun with his hands in his hands. According to Qingji, the Chen family didn't trust the doctors at the county hospital. They first dragged Chen Laifu to the regional hospital for treatment, then borrowed money from everywhere to get him surgery at a major hospital in the provincial capital. As a result, Chen Laifu suffered more and more, and his leg became more and more lame.
The three members of the Chen family had a falling out with Widow Jin and her son. Widow Jin refused to give up her family fortune to help Chen Lai Fu treat his leg. All her previous words of comfort were useless. The old couple of the Chen family believed that they could not do without grandchildren as long as they had a son, and Chen Lai Fu only cared about himself. When his youngest son cried when his leg hurt, he was so annoyed that he would yell at the child. He simply regarded his son with poor health as an enemy who was competing with him for the opportunity to treat his illness.
As expected, the old uncle was right. Chen Lai Fu and his parents’ selfishness was even more hopeless than his legs.
Even more explosive things were yet to come. When Chen Laifu had divorced Wei Chunfeng and married Widow Jin, he hadn't complained about her affairs. The whole family had moved into Jin's casket as if they were marrying into the family, and Chen Laifu had happily pampered Widow Jin. But now that he had injured his leg, he started bringing up Widow Jin's earlier misdeeds.
Someone, with ill intentions, had said, "Your son doesn't look much like his father," and Chen Laifu had taken it as a stalk of the woods, throwing plates and bowls whenever anyone came to visit, saying things that would make even the adults blush. The more he brazenly brought up private matters on the kang, the more shameless old bachelors came to him to indulge their desires. Even the young wives in the neighborhood were afraid to leave their homes, and they regarded Widow Jin's house as a stinking mess.
So, while forcing his parents to run twenty miles every day to Buxiantun to wait for Lin Xinghuo, he also kept the widow Jin busy all day, and even forced the widow Jin to return to her parents' home, which she had not returned to during her widowhood, and occupied the widow Jin's house - not afraid of not having a woman to do the housework during the day, he used that little bit of sex to keep the old bachelor busy and keep him warm, and even managed to fill his stomach with it...
Chen Laifu, a poor worker, had once been somewhat refined, but his transformation after this break-up was truly astonishing. Suddenly, several families in Buxian Village who had arranged to marry their daughters changed their minds, seeking out articulate young men who resembled Chen Laifu. Instead, the simple-minded Saw-mouthed Gourd, once looked down upon by the country folk, became a hot commodity.
Wei Chunxing was worried that his careless mouth would bring disgrace upon his sister and niece, so he asked Wang Huzi and several of his older brothers to "visit" his former brother-in-law. Chen Laifu even asked Lin Xinghuo from Buxian Village to treat his leg. His desperate attitude concealed his own little calculations, which was quite sensible... But once Wei Chunxing started working at the commune, he changed his niece's surname to Wei.
The obscene rumors spread in the countryside were beyond the imagination of the urban intellectuals. Compared with them, the "Girl's Heart" that the educated youth secretly circulated and copied was almost not worth mentioning.
Lin Xinghuo noticed the problem from Qingji's words.
Perhaps it was Wei Chunxing's letter that delayed Lin Xinghuo's plan to go home. Seeing that she was curious, Qingji excitedly told her everything he could remember.
Qingji's storytelling was nothing compared to that of the shrewd Anian. He'd throw in a bunch of random things, and when he suddenly remembered someone's words, he'd happily run over to tell them to Lin Xinghuo. He'd indeed joined in the fun, but his fun was too complete, especially when he'd even recounted Chen Laifu's unpleasant words in bits and pieces.
This means that it was not Mr. Mao who brought him to watch the fun, otherwise A Nian would have beaten Qingji so hard that he forgot those unbearable words, let alone let Qingji tell them to Lin Xinghuo.
But Anian has always regarded himself as the head of the family and has been doing his job more and more competently.
But Qingji always mentioned A Nian in his words, as if he deliberately wanted A Nian to appear from time to time.
Looking back, whether it was the painting full of paw prints brought by Qingji, or the paw prints deliberately pressed on the letter sent by Wei Chunxing, they all emphasized the existence of the caracal.
Given the caracal's cute and slightly awkward personality, it would be natural for him to refuse to write a letter when he was angry and only condescend to leave a paw print. But the strange thing is that the caracal's participation was overly emphasized.
Besides, when Lin Xinghuo deliberately provoked Mr. Caracal to get angry, Mr. Caracal was reluctant to ignore her, not to mention that the letter from the young monk to his family a few years ago was full of sweet words and longing... Now that I think about it carefully, there is no way Mr. Caracal can resist coming here!
Something must have happened to the caracal!
The whole family conspired to hide this from her. It should even be that this was arranged by the caracal long ago, otherwise it would not have been exposed so quickly when it was carried out - Lin Xinghuo sorted out his thoughts and deduced that the caracal had been unable to take charge of things in the twelfth month of the year.
Qingji was crying so hard that he was out of breath. He racked his brains to delay Master Lin for six or seven days. It was so difficult!
"What happened?" While arranging matters in Beijing, Lin Xinghuo prepared to set off immediately.
Recently, spontaneous mass events have been taking place across the country to mourn the revered elder. Beijing train tickets are extremely tight, making it even harder to enter and leave the city. It seems the investigation into the alleged collusion is underway. When the elder, who dedicated his life to the country and his people, suddenly passed away in January, the small courtyard house went without food for a month. The lights in Fang Tongjian's room stayed on all night, and then the people who had lost their elder's support began to retaliate. That's what happened to Master Rong. Lin Xinghuo even blamed herself for not paying close attention to the history of this period in her past life. Otherwise, she would... But Lin Xinghuo knew clearly that, just as she was powerless to change the current era, she couldn't break the rules. Her own power was as insignificant as a firefly.
It was also from that day that Lin Xinghuo began to have a vague idea of her future path. She wanted to do her utmost to maintain a smooth transition amidst the inevitable upheaval caused by the resurgence of spiritual energy, and to prevent the suffering of the past ten years from returning in a different form...
To achieve the goal, what we can do now is to try our best to improve our realm and strength.
The fundamental reason why the caracal got into trouble coincided with Lin Xinghuo's plan to improve his realm: the caracal Anian wanted to transform in advance.
The normal transformation period of a demon cultivator is equivalent to the Nascent Soul period of a human cultivator. The caracal once mentioned to Lin Xinghuo two methods to allow demon cultivators who have not reached the transformation period to transform early. One is the Heavenly Grade Green Water Ganoderma, which can transform even the lowest-level demon cultivator into a human form after taking it; the second is that demon cultivators who have formed a perfect golden elixir can transform one major realm earlier.
But when Lin Xinghuo left, the caracal was still stuck in the middle stage of body forging, about to break through to the higher stage. The body forging stage corresponds to the foundation-building stage of human cultivation, and it's still a major realm away from the core stage (heart-beating stage). How could it possibly transform early?
Qingji said hesitantly, "It's possible. After Jinglian crossed the Xuanjie, she took on a bit of Qingshuizhi's charm... A-Nian said that with the help of rituals and refinements, it might be successful."
"Sacrifice?" Lin Xinghuo immediately grasped the key point: "Sacrifice the Jinglian or..." A Nian himself?
Qingji's tears welled up even more. He didn't need to answer. Lin Xinghuo stroked the gourd furnace, which was only half hung on his wrist, and already had the answer in his heart.
This crazy monkey!
Lin Xinghuo was eager to know what had happened to the caracal, but after she saw through the disguise of A Nian's shadow in the Purple Mansion, she didn't dare to use her spiritual sense to touch the caracal ball that had turned into an egg.
Qingji's words were even more frightening: the failure of the cat-headed human, the accident of the human-headed tiger body, the loss of an extra hand and a missing foot... and the fire in the candle dragon gallbladder that was too strong and too weak, the incompatibility between the fire essence and the lightning, which nearly destroyed the lower half of the gourd furnace, and the hint of dragon energy in the corner offered by the dragon armor that drove An Nian mad and nearly ate it...
It's really frustrating.
Now that the truth was out, Qingji pulled out more than a dozen letters from Ah Nian, written in advance, from his yellow robe. He tearfully explained that they had opened the letter Lin Xinghuo had sent Ah Nian years before, and that it was such a beautiful letter, praising Ah Nian, the spirit beasts, the spirits, and wishing everyone well. None of Ah Nian's letters matched, so he could only present the paw-stained drawing tucked inside a letter. Qingji had actually been in the capital a long time ago, but he didn't dare show up, fearing Lin Xinghuo's discovery. He had been wandering the outskirts, dragging his cart around, and had spent half a month nestling with the old cat rescued by Grandma Jing from the front street.
Lin Xinghuo opened more than ten thick letters. As always, the letters were written in Ah Nian's tone, which was a bit soft and sharp but revealed enthusiasm. In fact, judging from the content, at least three of the letters could match her sweet letter. However, these were too difficult for the monsters like Qingji and Yaoshou, who had just learned to read and could only understand the surface meaning.
Each letter in the stack gave her some kind of "job" to do, a clear attempt to keep her at bay. The caracal's reasoning was quite plausible; if Lin Xinghuo had received such a letter during the first month of the lunar year, she would hardly have been suspicious. Even Lin Xinghuo didn't know when he'd uncovered some secrets about the cultivator who cultivated with dragon energy. If she'd learned of such information, she'd have no doubt been searching the capital for the ruthless and decisive enemy of "Jin Gaixue." After all, the timing was precious; once order was restored next year, it would be difficult to exploit the chaos and use cultivator tactics against those individuals.
On the night he discovered something was wrong, that is, on the evening of March 7, Lin Xinghuo repeated his old tricks and jumped onto a train leaving Beijing.
The speed of the Beijing train was far inferior to that of the old-fashioned trains at the forest farm, which were half-carrying people and half-carrying wood. Lin Xinghuo was the only one who dared to cling to the train. When they encountered small stations that did not stop, railway soldiers patrolling the stations would occasionally see them and chase the train with loudspeakers, shouting "Danger!"
A responsible station attendant even called the train's next transfer station, forcing the train to delay for half an hour for inspection just after leaving Shanhaixiongguan. While they didn't find Lin Xinghuo, they unexpectedly detained some of their trusted associates who were heading to Fengtian Province. Fengtian was the province with the deepest roots among the three provinces outside the Great Wall. In particular, one key member who had been stirring up trouble with the leader had previously served as the top official in Fengtian. This incidental arrest actually gave the group, currently under intense pressure, some crucial evidence...
Perhaps it was an unintentional good deed. The moment he stepped into the Liaodong area, Lin Xinghuo suddenly jumped off the train as if he had sensed something.
Leaving the road leading to the capital of Snow Province, Lin Xinghuo headed straight into the hinterland, and Qingji's reaction was even more intense. If it weren't for Lin Xinghuo's spiritual vine wrapping him up, the yellow-robed man would have pulled the cart and disappeared.
This day was Women's Day. After noon, the inexplicable premonition became more intense. Lin Xinghuo looked towards the northeast with a trembling heart. Qingji's yellow robe even moved without wind, and his body was a little unstable. His precious car also faintly showed the shadow of a canopy.
Lin Xinghuo recalled the "Emperor's Flowing Juice in the Moonlight on the Gengshen Night," a phenomenon the caracal had described only once every sixty years. This essence transformed even mortal plants and animals into demons, while mortal foxes, spirits, and other creatures benefited greatly from it, granting them magical powers. Although today was the Jiwei Day and broad daylight, the situation was indeed somewhat similar—Lin Xinghuo could sense the spiritual energy surging through the heavens and earth, amplified by three times its intensity.
About ten minutes before three in the afternoon, Qingji suddenly clasped his fists and began to struggle against the spiritual vine. Qingji was a soft-hearted person, and his relationship with Lin Xinghuo had become even better over the past six months. He had never put up such a strong resistance before, even when he regarded Lin Xinghuo and the caracal as invaders, his attitude was not so fierce.
Lin Xinghuo also had some guesses, so he gave a piece of armor made from the caracal to Qingji, and divided half of all the amulets on his body. He straightened his yellow robe for him, and reminded him, "Be careful!" Then he let Qingji go.
Qingji bowed to Lin Xinghuo gratefully, and the yellow shadow disappeared in a flash.
At exactly three o'clock, a huge fireball suddenly appeared in the northeastern sky, as if the sun had fallen down - it was a meteorite.
The meteorite was moving at an extremely fast speed, falling to the ground like a meteor. With its size... if it hit the ground, wiping out a village or commune would be the least that could happen.
Fortunately, the meteorite collided with the spiritual energy ring of the earth vein in the sky, and broke into countless meteorites like cannonballs.
The first thing Lin Xinghuo thought of was not that this meteorite that could cause spiritual energy vibration must be a strange encounter for the cultivators, but how many people would die in the cannonball-like meteor shower.
While running towards the center, Lin Xinghuo released all her spiritual energy and used the art of controlling objects. She threw all kinds of gravel of various sizes and shapes to an empty place with all her strength. At this time, she didn't even have time to hide her body, and quickly jumped up and forward on the branches of the tree.
It's a drop in the bucket! Although this area is rural, there are too many meteorites and the range is too wide. In fact, three of the largest meteorites are flying towards the south with tremendous force.
The familiar sound of "clack! clang! clang!" of the wooden cart was heard. Qingji pulled the cart quickly in the air to catch the meteorites that were about to hit the village. When the large meteorites got a little closer, they shrank like fish eggs and crashed into the cart. However, these meteorites were more dangerous than sturgeons. In a moment, the cart was broken into pieces.
"Spark!" A white furry medicine beast also appeared, holding a medicine basket and helping.
The closer Lin Xinghuo got to the center of the dense meteorite zone, the more spirit beasts and monsters he encountered. Even Fox Three, the most delicate of the fox cubs, appeared in the inner circle riding on Huahua. Lin Tiyang loved collecting stones, and he was the most relaxed of the spirit beasts and monsters who came to help. The little fox cub pulled out a variety of beautiful stones from the basket hanging on his chest and threw them at the large meteorites that were heading in the wrong direction. The huge contrast between the small stones could easily change the direction of the meteorites...
Without even bothering to rub the head of the obedient little fox, Lin Xinghuo used all his spiritual power to stop the second-to-last largest meteorite. The trace of the meteorite in the air seemed to suddenly turn an angle and crashed into the wasteland.
Another large meteorite was blocked by Long Jia and Fang Hui, leaving a large hole in the flame-like Fire-Warming Cloth—the most precious relic left by the Feather People, woven from nearly all the feathers plucked from their wings. It was the last line of defense they left for the Spirit Village. Even when Qingji single-handedly stopped Lin Xinghuo and the others, the spirits hadn't been willing to give up the Fire-Warming Cloth.
The final, largest meteorite fell directly into the center of a village. Lin Xinghuo's dantian and veins felt like they were burning, but she could no longer use her object control technique. She could only throw all the wooden talismans, cut her palm, and use her pure blood essence to guide the soaring trees into a vine net, trying to block the meteorite core as much as possible.
But the stone core was too large and moving too fast, piercing the vine net that obscured the sky in the blink of an eye. The unique power of the stone core also burned the ancient tree base. Lin Xinghuo's palms were bleeding, her face as pale as a ghost's. She stood in the path of the stone core, unable to dodge. Behind her was a dense village.
"spark!"
“Oh!”
"Moo!"
“Ouch!”
Countless noisy voices suddenly rang out, and at the same time, a familiar ball of fur with bald patches shot straight up into the sky.
Lin Xinghuo noticed with her sharp eyes that the person on the caracal's back was the big cub that she had not been able to find just now, Lin Beiguo!
"Anian!"
The bleeding from all seven orifices and the smoke coming out of all seven orifices miraculously merged on Lin Xinghuo's pale face. In a flash, Lin Xinghuo's anger turned into salty tears and blood that flowed all over his face before it could even evaporate.
The stone core was knocked into a deep hole visible to the naked eye by the two soft fur balls of a cat and a fox, and then it flew diagonally past Lin Xinghuo to the back of the village.
When it fell to the ground, the earth waves it created were dozens of meters high.
After the earth wave fell, Lin Xinghuo was "caught" by the moose leader, the eldest brother, and the leader Hu, who had broken two horns and injured hooves, and was dragged to the vicinity of the deep pit.
There was nothing in the big pit except a huge stone core. There was no blood, no fur, and not even any ashes left for Lin Xinghuo.
Lin Xinghuo tried hard to mobilize his spiritual sense, and the eager movements of Fox Two and Fox Three to sniff out the smell made sounds, but there was no trace of the familiar smell of panthers and foxes.
Just a few minutes of meteor shower, and she lost her most beloved friend and cub?
Lin Xinghuo's throat was choking and she couldn't breathe. Her pale blue jacket was stained with blood and tears. She wanted to wail like Fox Er and Fox San, and wanted to shout "Anian!" and "Baguar!" like Qingji.
But under the huge stimulation, Lin Xinghuo was speechless for a moment.
Even when the stone core suddenly moved and a human arm stretched out from underneath, Lin Xinghuo used all his strength but couldn't make a sound. He could only express it with his eyes: "!"
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Note: At 3:00 PM on March 8, 1976, a meteorite shower, rare in world history, fell in Jilin Province, Jilin Province. The shower covered an area of over 500 square kilometers, but caused no casualties or damage.
"Girl's Heart," also known as "Memoirs of Manna," was a famous pornographic manuscript published during the Cultural Revolution. However, its narrative language and detailed descriptions of sexual acts did not go beyond the introductory text on physiology and hygiene in the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual." ["Girl's Heart": The first pornographic book of the abstinence era, copied by tens of millions and shockingly popular.]
"For any plant to become a demon, it must be exposed to the essence of the moon, but only on the night of Gengshen. This is because the moon on Gengshen contains a stream of imperial fluid, shaped like countless olives, with thousands of golden threads woven through it and dangling down. Human plants and animals exposed to this essence can become demons, and foxes and ghosts can manifest their supernatural powers by eating it. Plants have sexuality but no life, while the fluid has sexuality and can replenish life. Foxes and ghosts already have life, so eating it is extremely beneficial." - "Continuation of Zibuyu" Volume 4
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