I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 193 Crane Shadow's Notes (Bonus chapter for 500 May monthly votes)

[Grain Buds - Thunderclap]

Hunter Zhao Da eventually divorced his wife. His wife took the child and returned to her parents' home, leaving him all alone.

Zhao Da got drunk and complained to me, saying that I shouldn't have treated his illness and that I had caused his wife and children to break up.

Without me even lifting a finger, the group of old women at the village entrance shoved a handful of dates into my hand and said, "Dr. Jiang, you can stand over there and eat these for now." Then they each spat at me, giving Zhao a thorough dressing-down, and I slunk away.

Bai Yu got into a fight with the village's yellow dog, scattering feathers all over the ground. The dog, looking dejected, cackled at me.

Does that mean I should help it get revenge?
How could I, a dignified cultivator, stoop so low as to help a goose bully a dog?
Yesterday, he went to the town market with Xiao Wujiu to sell radishes. He made a special detour to Changying Temple and put a copper coin in the donation box, praying for a long and healthy life.

This guy sells radishes, shouting that they're radishes irrigated by the immortal energy of Yunfeng Ridge, and that they nourish the kidneys for men and yin for women.

The old man selling vegetables next door scoffed and said that only aphrodisiac talismans from the cultivation world would work!

I have to debunk this myth. There is no such talisman in the cultivation world. These mortals are just spouting nonsense.

Xiao Wujiu didn't make much money selling radishes, but he spent quite a bit drinking tea and chatting with the old man next door who sold vegetables.

I asked him why he was so happy even though he hadn't made any money. Xiao Wujiu said, "If you have no worries on your mind, then it's a good time. When you encounter a good time, of course you should be happy."

On the way back, they encountered two robbers, but Xiao Wujiu refused to help, saying that his family cultivated the Hidden Edge Sword, which required sixty years of hidden sword intent to master. He wouldn't even live to sixty, let alone hide it.

Helpless, I can only bully mortals this once.

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[Grain in Ear - Heavy Rain]

After several days of heavy rain, the mountain collapsed, but fortunately Quanshui Village was unharmed, only some rice fields were destroyed.

However, some villagers cried so hard they wished they were dead, while others were relieved that no one was hurt.

Xiao Wujiu carried a hoe to help the villagers dig the ground early in the morning. Bai Yu ran back and forth in the yard, splashing mud and water everywhere with her goose feet. She was having a great time and had no worries at all.

This goose has already developed intelligence, but it's still a step away from becoming a true demon spirit.

But this line is like an insurmountable chasm between mortals and cultivators.

Xiao Wujiu has been coughing lately. If you say he doesn't want to live, he still knows to brew some medicine to take. If you say he cherishes his life, he has even repaired his own grave.

That's right, they refuse to ask me for help.

Last night I entered his dream and saw him flipping through the "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica". In the end, he laughed wildly because he found a prescription to cure himself, and he laughed so hard that he rolled off the bed.

I don't understand this person.

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Summer Solstice - Blazing Sun

Today is the summer solstice. Old Liu brought me a basket of bayberries. He didn't remember that I was the person from his dream, but he felt that I was kind to him and thanked me for helping him cure his old leg ailment.

I boiled some plum juice with bayberries, then chilled it with the icy energy from the Yin-Yang Pendant. A bowl of this on a hot summer day is delightful.

Widow Zhang from the east of the village and Butcher Li from the west of the village started arguing in the street again. Aunt Wang came running over with a shoe sole to call me over to watch the commotion, and also gave me a handful of dates.

The two of them argue every three days. This time, they said it was because the pig's head at Butcher Li's stall was facing Widow Zhang's house, which caused her to lose a penny that morning.

Widow Zhang cursed, "You heartless, widowed wretch!"

Butcher Li replied, "That mean, foul-mouthed old woman!"

It's just these two sentences over and over again; the vocabulary is so poor it makes me sleepy.

I played a piece to perk myself up, and Xiao Wujiu said that while my technique had improved, I still lacked emotion.

Am I supposed to cry while playing? I'm not playing the erhu. I'm already being kind by not letting him witness the collapse of morality and social order.

Xiao Wujiu asked me what kind of pattern should be engraved on my tombstone, saying that I should die with elegance.

I gave him a talisman that Pu Ning had given me to carve, so that he wouldn't rise from the dead and harm the villagers in the future.

Cultivating by observing the stars at night, the difficulty of condensing the Divine Consciousness Star Sword increases exponentially from the second one onwards. Moreover, this distraction does not allow one to multitask; it can only be used to control the sword's shadow and light.

To multitask, one must separate the spirit from the consciousness.

The idea of ​​letting Hua Gu and Hong Li learn the method of splitting their minds has been shattered. The two of them have recovered from their injuries much faster recently. I have been manually feeding them demon seeds every day, but there is still no sign of them waking up.

The second Blood River Chain was being worn deeper by the Heavenly Pivot Star Sword, and it was about to break.

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[Great Heat - Sultry and Hot]

Liu Niang finally came to her senses, buried the wooden hairpin I had given her, and made a grave for it.

Actually, Fang'er's soul wasn't inside that wooden hairpin, and I don't plan to tell her. People live for the sake of having something to remember them by.

To repay me for curing her, Liu Niang made me a set of blue Taoist robes with crane feather patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs. She said she saw me practicing swordsmanship by the stream, like a free and unrestrained crane.

A few days ago, I went to the next village and treated an old man named Qian who had been tricked by a demon into drinking human blood every day in his quest for immortality. The old man was frail and old, and by chance, he met a Taoist alchemist with a sage-like demeanor who gave him a "longevity pill," claiming that swallowing it would make him young again.

At first, after taking the medicine, Mr. Qian's white hair turned black and he became energetic, but he gradually found that he was bloodthirsty and crazy every night.

His son still had some conscience. He came to me for help, saying that every day his father lived, another person would die in the village, and he couldn't watch his father continue to eat people.

I asked this young master why he didn't go to Changying Temple, but he remained silent. I could guess the reason.

Most of the Taoist priests at Changying Temple are ordinary people who have desires. This young master was afraid that his family would be accused of colluding with evil spirits and that their property would be confiscated.

Furthermore, this young master probably has ulterior motives, but I'm too lazy to point it out. Family feuds are too complicated; I'll just focus on subduing demons and monsters.

It's not difficult to solve. That 'alchemist' is actually a tree spirit that has become a demon, using illusions to bewitch people.

It told me that its root system was damaged by other cultivators, which greatly diminished its cultivation level.

If a cultivator steals its fortune, it will take the lives of mortals, claiming this is the cycle of heaven and retribution.

Mr. Qian also said that he had done good deeds and accumulated virtue throughout his life, so why couldn't he live forever?

I sent them to their doom; they talked too much nonsense.

After separation from loved ones and encounters with those one hates, this time it's the inability to get what one desires; one is about to experience all eight sufferings of life.

My experiences in the mortal world have been truly wonderful, and I have gradually developed a mindset of "taking a detached view of the three thousand affairs of the world and laughing lightly a few times in my spare time".

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[Beginning of Autumn - Wind Rises]

Tonight I practiced swordsmanship by the stream, and have initially mastered all seven moves of the first level of the Heavenly Gang Subduing Demon Sword.

However, condensing sword energy out of thin air is still not smooth, as the concentration of star power and spiritual energy is insufficient. It is not as easy as the sword cultivators of today who cultivate sword energy in their dantian in advance.

If I were to exchange blows with other sword cultivators like this, their sword energy would be striking my face before I could even condense my Heavenly Gang Sword Energy.

This is a defect caused by the difference between the ancient and modern environments, which is difficult to remedy, and it's no wonder that no one practices ancient techniques now.

We need to think of a way, otherwise we'll have to go back to being the "King of Rolling" and training like crazy, but now that I'm older, I really can't roll anymore.

The good news is that the second Tianxuan Star Sword in my sea of ​​consciousness has finally been successfully condensed, the Blood River Chains have been completely severed, and my cultivation has been fully restored and has increased significantly.

Tian Shu and Tian Xuan represent Heaven and Earth respectively. With the addition of Tian Ji Star Sword, which represents Man, the three swords of Heaven, Earth and Man can perform the simplest Three Talents Sword Formation, which divides the shadow of the Broken Tribulation Sword into three, combining offense and defense, and allowing one to fight against many.

But my heart-fluttering tribulation remains as solid as a rock.

I don't understand, I've been trying to achieve enlightenment lately, almost to the point of being like Master Huiyuan, and my hair is falling out in clumps.

Watching ants carrying their loads by the roadside, I kept wondering what Taoist principles were at play.

As a result, the village children peed on my "path" and then giggled at me.

This may be a concrete manifestation of the ruthlessness of Heaven, which also mocks ants for attempting to defy Heaven.

Xiao Wujiu came to find me carrying his zither, saying that he had recently watched me practice swordsmanship and was inspired to compose a piece called "Crane Shadow," and asked me to listen to it.

It's quite a coincidence that I never told him my Taoist name.

The music was indeed ethereal and carefree. Halfway through the piece, a white goose spread its wings and danced. I remained expressionless, while Xiao Wujiu laughed and said that this goose knew more about music than I did.

Compared to this piece, I prefer the first one I heard him play. He said it was called "Never Regret," a piece he composed for himself after moving here.

On the way back, Xiao Wujiu suddenly said to me, "Senior, after I die, could you please help bury me?"

I didn't say anything, intending to leave tomorrow.

Let's wait a little longer. The Cold Dew season is not far away, and he really can't bury himself.

No matter what, she taught me piano for so long, so she's practically my teacher.

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Autumn Equinox - Sudden Cold

As the Cold Dew season approached, Xiao Wujiu's pulse increasingly resembled a dying ember.

He suddenly told me that when he went to the Immortal Sect to have his spirit tested, the spirit testing plate lit up for only a moment, and he wasn't seeing things.

But I wasn't seeing things. He really has no spiritual root whatsoever and is cursed by the Heavenly Dao. Even if I recover my cultivation now, even if I go to find my master, I can't guarantee that he will live to a ripe old age.

I asked him if he was scared, and he said a little, but not that scared.

He said he couldn't be bound by the obsession with living; he had to accept everything that happened, without regrets for yesterday or worries for tomorrow, and just live in the present.

Live each day to the fullest, so that you will not have lived in vain.

Only now, only now, do I speak of this: when plums ripen, gardenias bloom.

Been taught a lesson.

　This is the fourth update today. Everyone else gets 10,000 words in five updates, but I only need four to reach 10,000 words. So, as long as you have monthly tickets, updating is never a problem o()o
　　
　
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