The myth begins with the Lotus Lantern

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But this is from the perspective of an ordinary person.

One person and three demons. Even the weakest of the five fairies had cultivated to the Dan realm. At this distance, the presence or absence of that layer of oil paper made little difference to them. Everything inside the room was clearly visible.

The Weaver Girl was sitting on a low stool made of bamboo, wearing the same coarse cloth dress as before, only now with a few patches on the surface, the stitches fine and neat, just like her serious expression.

The five fairies' eyes immediately reddened.

The last time I saw the Weaver Girl, she was dressed in the same way, but she looked much better. Now she has become increasingly thin, her hair is dry and yellow, and she is somewhat listless and has difficulty concentrating.

The Cowherd told the two children that the Weaver Girl was sick, and it wasn't a lie.

After retrieving the Feather Robe last time, the Weaver Girl temporarily regained her cultivation and fought a great battle with the Golden Bull Star Lord. Afterwards, the Golden Bull Star Lord disregarded her serious injuries and sealed her magical power, physical body, and spirituality once again.

For so long, the Weaver Girl silently endured the harm in her mortal body.

Perhaps, the Taurus Star Lord and the Cowherd wanted to make the Weaver Girl submit through this suffering. What kind of strength could a fairy born into nobility and raised in luxury have?
But they had clearly miscalculated. Birth is never a reason for weakness. The Weaver Girl still tried her best to maintain her dignified demeanor. Such manners were cultivated from childhood and were ingrained in her bones. Although she wore simple clothes, she still combed her hair meticulously and tried her best to straighten her body. However, due to her injuries, her straight back would inevitably tilt slightly every now and then, and her body would sway.

The two little children sat on the ground beside the Weaver Girl, both dressed in coarse cloth. Each held a trimmed branch in its right hand. In front of them was a low table with a stone slab on it, and a small jar of water was placed between the two children.

It was already late, and the children were at the age where they were most sleepy. The little girl was already struggling to stay awake. She rubbed her droopy eyes and thought about propping her cheek up with her left elbow, but this only made her more drowsy. Her eyelids could no longer stay open and drooped down. So she started nodding her head like a chick pecking at rice. The twig she was holding in her right hand, which had just been dipped in water, began to poke and doodle unconsciously with her nodding. The water splashed onto the stone slab and quickly soaked down, leaving only unfinished marks.

The Nirvana Sutra states...

The Weaver Girl glanced at her daughter, then turned her gaze to the baby boy.

"Then the World-Honored One addressed Kasyapa again, 'Good man, the body of the Tathagata is an eternal body…' The boy straightened up and began to recite, 'Cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is infallible…'"

“Alright.” The Weaver Girl nodded. “You’ve already memorized the Nirvana Sutra. Next, I’ll teach you how to write a book…”

As she spoke, her body swayed involuntarily again.

"Mother," the boy called out, a look of heartache in his eyes, and deliberately yawned, "Let's write the book tomorrow, and I can teach my sister at the same time. I... I'm a little sleepy too..."

A moment of silence.

The Weaver Girl looked at the baby boy. Her seven-year-old son was looking more and more like his father, with traces of his features in every corner of his eyes and brows. Suddenly, the lamp flame flickered, and the room was filled with a flash of light. The Weaver Girl was startled awake. She came to her senses, realizing that lately she had become increasingly listless and had difficulty concentrating.

"it is good."

The Weaver Girl nodded, got up, and went to hug the baby girl.

“Let me do it,” the boy said, getting up first. Although he was only two years older than the girl, he picked her up with ease. He put the little girl on the earthen bed, tucked her in, and then turned to the Weaver Girl and said, “Mother, you watch your sister sleep. I’ll go to the main room to tidy up.”

What to pack?
Naturally, they were all from the same family. The boy turned around, and as the Weaver Girl watched his back, a cold and hard expression flashed across her brows for a moment. Then she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had returned to her usual aloof demeanor.

"Take the oil lamp away. It's getting late, so don't go to the stream. Just fetch some water from the water vat and tidy up at home," the Weaver Girl's voice came from behind. The boy responded with a "Yes."

After all, they are flesh and blood of my own flesh and blood, and I can't bear to part with them.

"You two ungrateful wretches! Your own mother is in such a state, yet you still feel sorry for her beastly father. You deserve... you deserve to be... you should all be..."

The five fairies saw this and gritted their teeth in hatred, but when the words reached their lips, they couldn't bring themselves to say them. After all, he was their own nephew.

Ding Lin and Que Xian simply watched without saying a word; it's best not to interfere in other people's family affairs.

As for killing the father and his two sons together, that's even more impossible.

Such selflessness is something that few people, except perhaps the kind-hearted Sun Wukong, could do.

Perhaps Ding Lin himself didn't realize that the longer he lived in this world, the colder and harder his heart became, and the more selfish he became.

"Now, what should we do?" Magpie Fairy asked.

“It was that old ox last time,” the Fifth Fairy said, pointing to the cowshed. “It should be the vessel for the Golden Ox God’s descent. If we make a move, the Golden Ox will probably be distracted and descend to the mortal realm. The Cowherd isn’t home right now, and judging from the villagers’ voices, he should still be in the fields. That’s perfect. He narrowly escaped with his life last time, but this time I must kill him first!” The Fifth Fairy gritted her teeth.

"I'll trouble you to keep watch here, sister," the Fifth Fairy said to the Magpie Fairy, then turned to Ding Lin, "Brother Jin, please help me! I must kill him with one sword. How can I face my sister after all the suffering she's endured!"

Ding Lin introduced himself as 'Jin Lin'. Perhaps his willingness to help gave the Five Fairies some kind of illusion, or perhaps it was for some other purpose, but along the way, her way of addressing him changed quietly. Now she no longer calls him Mountain Lord, but Big Brother.

Ding Lin had no objection to what the Five Fairies said. He was very clear about his role in this mission: to be a henchman. Since the Five Fairies wanted to take action themselves, he could only do his best to facilitate it. Moreover, it was hard for anyone not to feel disgusted by the Cowherd's behavior. With a flash, he picked up the Five Fairies with one hand and silently slipped out from the treetops.

……

The campfire went out.

"Go back? Where do you think you can go back to?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out from the darkness, her teeth clenched, and it sounded somewhat familiar.

The Cowherd's expression hardened, and the bull demon beside him also abandoned his joking thoughts, his face becoming solemn. With his cultivation at the Nascent Soul Realm, he had been approached so silently.

"So this is your plan? What a beast, worse than a pig or a dog! If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't have known you harbored such thoughts. Words are like knives, indeed a good weapon. It's just a pity that you realized it too late. No matter how good a weapon is, if it can't stand the light of day, it's ultimately useless!"

(End of this chapter)