The myth begins with the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 99 Granddaughter
It was dusk, and large patches of fiery clouds piled up in the sky, and were reflected in the river, looking bright red, like autumn maple leaves, and were very beautiful.

Every few steps, a waterway would branch out from the river, spreading out in all directions, weaving a dense water network, many of which flowed towards the mountains.

Ding Lin randomly picked a stream and went upstream along it. He was in the water, the sunlight reflected on the stream, the fiery red water flowed, just like the scales on his body. Not far away, near the flat side of the foot of the mountain, there was a village. The stream ran through the village, the walls were made of mud and straw, the roof was covered with woven thatch, and the yard was surrounded by a bamboo fence.

In the setting sun, wisps of smoke rise.

The worldly atmosphere.

Ding Lin paused, with a flash of nostalgia in his eyes. He remembered that when he was very young in his previous life, he went to his grandmother's house with his mother. In the countryside in the 1990s, the most dilapidated house looked like this. This was the oldest part of his memory, and it was almost blurred. Ding Lin couldn't help but look at it a few more times and look around.

In the fields outside the village, smoke rose from cooking fires and the farmers stopped their work. Those who were on good terms gathered in groups of three or four, some carrying hoes on their shoulders, some holding shovels, and some carrying baskets on their backs. They walked back in silence one after another along the narrow ridges of the fields. The burden of life had already bent their backs, and after a day's work, they were extremely tired. No one was in the mood to joke. They just wanted to go back quickly, lie down on the couch, and rest.

A young man fell behind, he was a little special, but his specialness was not in his appearance. In fact, except for being a little younger, his dress was not much different from those farmers in front of him. They all wore simple coarse clothes, and his skin was tanned by working day after day. What made him different was his mood. Unlike the lifeless sorrow on the faces of those people in front of him, his face was filled with smiles. Facing the sunset, he opened his mouth with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, chewing it back and forth non-stop, keeping the same rhythm as the old ox chewing grass behind him.

"Old Huang, we're almost home. I wonder what delicious food Ah Zi has prepared for me tonight."

The young man said.

The long and narrow ridge came to an end and entered the village.

How could the old ox possibly answer him? Its huge mouth was still grinding back and forth, the frequency of chewing remained unchanged, and its eyes were blinking, revealing its ignorant docility.

Ding Lin withdrew his gaze.

With his current state of mind, he could hear sounds within a hundred feet around him without deliberately eavesdropping. Now, as he was walking through the village, he could hear everything from the whispers of birds on the beams to the quarrels between sisters-in-law in the houses.

"Seventh sister,"

Suddenly a female voice came into my ears.

It seems like I have heard it somewhere, but it doesn't sound familiar.

Ding Lin was stunned.

Strange. How could there be a sound in this mortal house that made him feel somewhat familiar?

"Why... when you were in heaven, even though our grandfather didn't like us because our father was just a mortal, our grandmother still gave us star positions and the power to spread clouds and weave the clouds. Although it was hard, everyone called us granddaughters when they saw us. Now..."

Granddaughter?

The granddaughter of the heaven, could it be...

Ding Lin's eyes flickered, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. He didn't want to listen any more and just wanted to leave quickly. But at this moment, it was not easy for him to release his evil spirit and perform escape techniques. He had to leave as an ordinary carp. He swung his tail fiercely and swam upstream.

……

"Wow!"

There was a sound in the stream.

"Fish, there is a fish, a carp, not a small one."

A village woman who was washing her husband's smelly clothes by the stream screamed in surprise. Of course, what she saw was not Ding Lin's beautiful appearance, but the white and plump fish meat under the fiery red scales. The stream was not deep, and the water level was only up to the knees at most. It was summer, and the village woman just rolled up her trouser legs and jumped into the water, shouting and yelling, and even opened the coarse cloth clothes she had just washed and used them as a fishing net. Ding Lin was not careful and was actually caught by this mortal woman's clothes.

In an instant, the smell of old oil and sweat from the unwashed clothes rushed straight to Ding Lin's head. He was almost suffocated. He held his breath and hit the rag hard. With a "swish", he rushed out of the rag. But the noise made by the village woman also alarmed the other women who were washing clothes nearby. At this time of year, a fresh fish, whether for selling or eating, was a great improvement to their lives, so they all blocked the creek and started to catch Ding Lin.

"What are you doing? I saw the fish first."

The village woman who first discovered Ding Lin was also blocked. She put her hands on her hips and shouted, but no one paid any attention to her. In this country village, especially in this time of famine and food shortage, no one was unwilling to give way. More than a dozen hands were groping in the stream, all trying to catch Ding Lin.

"I caught it."

"Ouch, it's so slippery!"

"This fish is really strong!"

"Ah, there it is!"

“Run away, run away!”

The originally crystal clear stream suddenly became turbid.

Ding Lin's eyes were cold, but he couldn't get angry. He certainly wouldn't be caught by this group of village women. However, this attempt to fish in troubled waters still made him feel exhausted. After a lot of effort, he finally broke out of the siege.

“This fish swims so fast!”

Ding Lin swam out of the village without looking back.

……

"Fifth sister."

A gentle and graceful voice sounded.

"Seventh sister, I originally thought that you were like your mother, unable to resist the temptations of this mortal world, so you secretly married a mortal. But when I came here, I asked around, and the villagers here all said that the cowherd was lucky. He went up the mountain and found a beautiful wife. I don't know if she was a fairy from the mountain. She was naked and was wrapped in a skirt by the cowherd and brought back..."

"Seventh sister, I think the one who stole your feathered robe that day was your current 'husband'."

The fifth sister’s eyebrows raised.

"Hey, how despicable! Wait a minute, when he comes back, I will definitely grind him to dust and beat him until his soul dies!"

"Fifth sister, it's all over..."

The seventh sister said, somewhat sadly.

"There is just one thing. I watched from the clouds for a long time just now. The Cowherd is indeed a mortal. How could he have hidden it from us and stolen your feathered robe without anyone noticing?"

"Seventh sister, one day in heaven is one year on earth. You have lived with him for such a long time. I wonder if you have discovered any clues?"

The fifth sister added that this was something she couldn’t understand and had some concerns about.

(End of this chapter)