Tianjia Village is located in a remote area. If you walk to the nearest town, it takes at least seven or eight days to travel, so few businessmen come here.
More than a dozen households of villagers rely on the survival experience passed down from their ancestors to barely maintain a self-sufficient life. They can live and work in peace and contentment.
The environment facing mountains on three sides is relatively secluded. Looking from a high place, you can only vaguely see the thatched roofs mixed in the shade of trees.
The old man lay reclining in the shade to enjoy the cool air.
Several children were playing and playing around the banyan tree, looking expectantly toward the village head from time to time, as if waiting for their elders to return home.
There are not many farmlands in the valley, and they are all planted with a crop called "March potato", also known as mountain potato, which can grow in just a hundred days.
Whenever the potatoes grow, the villagers will take some of them to the town to sell and buy some daily necessities.
For children, the day when adults go to the market represents new clothes and sweet and bitter cane sugar, how can they not yearn for it.
Now that the potatoes are ripe, the children's thoughts are a little more.
The sun gradually sets.
Loud folk songs echoed, and several baskets filled with potatoes were moved into the village and stored in dry warehouses.
The villagers were busy until the sun went down, and then they returned to Tianjiacun one after another.
Wisps of smoke drifted.
After the potatoes are steamed, they will emit a very unique fragrance, which attracts a few bush weasels to hide in the grass outside the fence.
The woman began to prepare dinner, cooking various sweet potato-related dishes and placing them on the large wooden table next to the banyan tree.
In Tianjia Village, it is a moderate festival during the harvest.
It is called "Qingyu Liang".
Tian Sanzhong was leaning on a cane, and his old body couldn't help but cough a few times.
He is the eldest man in the village. He has been a local official for decades and is responsible for sowing and harvesting potatoes.
Several children looked at Tian Sanzhong in fear, then quietly climbed onto the big wooden table, trying to steal some slices of bacon covered under the cassava.
"Cough cough cough..."
"Gua Wa Zi, don't be rude."
Tian Sanzhong looked serious and tapped several children on the buttocks with his cane. The children ran behind their adults in panic.
"We'll eat them when Mr. Ren comes back, one by one... cough cough cough."
He coughed a few times and his face turned red. The villagers around him quickly apologized and finally calmed down.
The night falls.
A bright waning moon hung in the sky, surrounded by stars.
After a while, a tall figure appeared on the mountain road.
The man is tall and tall, and even though he is dressed in simple clothes, he still cannot hide his charismatic temperament. His squinting eyes and smile make people feel good about him.
He was carrying a basket on his back, and sitting inside was a boy of seven or eight years old.
Due to malnutrition, the child looks a little short, his abdomen is slightly swollen, and his eyes are dull and dull.
He exposed his little head and leaned on the man's shoulder, smiling foolishly.
Ren Qing looked up at the night sky with vague eyes, as if he was looking for something, but soon lowered his head in confusion.
"Mr. Ren, sit down quickly. Sit down quickly."
Tian Sanzhong hurriedly greeted him and led Ren Qing to sit at the head seat of the big wooden table. Seeing this, the villagers gradually gathered around.
They greeted Ren Qing respectfully, and the latter responded one by one.
"I'm too polite, husband, but you have just recovered from tuberculosis, so don't catch cold these days."
Ren Qing smiled and put Tian'a, who was dripping in the basket, on his lap. Tian'a picked up the dishes with chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth.
Tian Sanzhong glanced at Tian A with pity, smiled bitterly and said, "I know my situation well. If I hadn't been treated by Mr...."
"Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Ren, for taking care of my stupid grandson."
Tian Sanzhong's eyes revealed memories. It was a few months ago that he first met Ren Qing.
At that time, Tian A was playing by the river and found an unconscious man. The trees nearby were swaying, and the remains of beasts with only white bones left could be seen.
Although Tian A was mentally disabled, he was particularly interested in Ren Qing for some unknown reason, so he kept shouting and yelling anxiously.
The villagers were attracted and immediately placed Ren Qing in an empty thatched house.
After Ren Qing woke up, he claimed to be a barefoot herbalist who collected herbs. He was accidentally hit by a flash flood and collapse in the mountain forest.
He did not leave Tianjia Village, but chose to stay temporarily and provide medical treatment to the villagers.
Ren Qing grabbed a handful of white and red flowers from the basket: "Old man, I found that there are many similar herbs in the mountains."
"It's called red flower grass in the town. It can be applied externally to treat blunt injuries. You can dry it and sell it. I think it can help subsidize your family's income."
Ren Qing handed it to the neighboring villagers and asked them to take a closer look.
Tian Sanzhong came back to his senses and opened his mouth not knowing what to say.
He thanked her profusely and then invited Ren Qing to eat some potato dishes. He wanted to put all the dishes in front of Ren Qing.
After Ren Qingcha was full, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and said with a smile: "I'm almost healed, I'm ready to leave the village."
Tian Sanzhong's expression showed no surprise.
In his opinion, Ren Qing is a capable and literate person. He cannot stay in the village with peace of mind. It is normal to go out and explore.
"Mr. Ren, what should we do about Ava's situation..."
After Ren Qing hesitated for a few moments, he spoke softly: "If I don't mind, I will take Awa away and let him come back on his own when he recovers."
"If I get this strange disease, I won't live until fifteen. I can rest assured that my husband will take care of me."
Tian Sanzhong's eyes turned red and he wanted to kneel down, but Ren Qing stopped him.
Ren Qing looked at Tian A out of the corner of his eye, with a hint of magic in his narrowed eyes, but he quickly turned his head away.
He has been in Jingzhou for more than a year and feels that it is very ordinary here, even too ordinary.
Ren Qing could clearly see the blood moon when he was in the water, and even the full blood moon was enough to affect Qingxu Concept thousands of miles away.
But when he arrived in Jingzhou, he saw no trace of the blood moon again. When he asked the villagers, they never heard of a second moon.
What puzzled Ren Qing the most was the body of a Jingzhou native.
He came into contact with the corpses in coffins in Wuwei Dojo.
In Ren Qing's inherent impression, the physique of the people in Jingzhou has undergone irreversible changes due to the Tiandao Insect.
They only had six slender ribs left, and their internal organs were squeezed together, allowing the Tiandao worms to better parasitize in their abdomens.
But Ren Qing discovered that all the villagers had at least 18 ribs, and some young children had even returned to the normal 24 ribs.
I asked them about their ancestors, but they were hesitant and unable to give details.
And this is by no means an exception.
Ren Qing rushed to two nearby towns for the reason of going up the mountain to collect medicine, but more than 100,000 people in Jingzhou had this kind of constitution.
Occasionally, babies with around ten ribs are born, usually accompanied by mental retardation, physical weakness, or even birth disabilities.
In addition to being born with a disability, Tian A had all the other defects. He only had eight slender ribs and his internal organs were still messed up.
If he hadn't met Ren Qing, he wouldn't have lived to be ten years old.
In Ren Qing's view, the unbelievable thing is far more than that. Among the more than 100,000 people in Jingzhou, there are not even half a monk who masters magic.
The fabricated martial arts techniques were also gone.
It was as if there was an invisible big hand forcefully pulling Jingzhou back on track.
But what about the Tiandao Insects?
Why have Jingzhou people forgotten the existence of Wuwei Taoist Temple?
Even if the Tiandao Insects were defeated, all traces would not be wiped out in a short time.
Tiandaozi was so afraid of the blood moon that he even turned into a supreme demon to fight against him, and ended up with a happy ending?
Ridiculous!!!
Weird!!!
Inexplicable!!!
If he hadn't seen the huge strange thing behind the blood moon, he would have left Jingzhou, but now he couldn't help but be more cautious.
Ren Qing suppressed the fear in his heart and returned to the house after eating dinner.
Tian Aze was taken to rest by his parents. Although he was nearly ten years old, his intelligence was equivalent to that of two or three years old.
But maybe it was because Ren Qing had a vague aura of heavenly law on his body, so Tian A naturally showed his closeness.
Ren Qing sat cross-legged on the earthen bed, and her consciousness came to the prison in the belly of her body.
The King of Xin transformed by Tiandaozi caused sudden changes in the Bone Sect's magical weapon, and the remaining Xinhuo was absorbed by his flesh and blood furnace.
The prison in the belly was therefore in a state of transformation, and it was only recently that it was completely restored.
It can be said that one move affected the whole body, and the rest of Ren Qing's techniques were also affected, causing him to fall into a coma for several days when he first came to Jingzhou.
Fortunately, longevity accumulation does not affect it.
Ren Qing inspected the prison in his lower abdomen. The sun and moon were more real, the vegetation was growing rapidly, and it was getting closer and closer to the legendary small world.
But what excites him is that he can finally experience the ghost market with the help of the Dream Butterfly Technique.
Although I closed my eyes and meditated for more than half an hour, I could only confirm that the ghost market was bustling with people, and there were jailers going to every shop.
Ren Qing tried to control the Soul Butterfly, but he couldn't do it until dawn. It seemed that they were really far apart. Let's wait until the Dream Butterfly method is promoted.
He glanced at the stream of information.
[Shouyuan: two hundred and thirty-two years]
Ren Qing's lifespan is already enough, but he has been waiting for the transformation of the prison in his belly to be completed. Now it is time to break through the Yin difference realm.
He was not in a hurry to waste his life span, and planned to be promoted at noon in the morning. Then he opened his eyes and walked to the courtyard, preparing to stretch his muscles.
Tian A ran up to Ren Qing in a hurry, staring and saying nothing.
Ren Qing touched his head, took out a translucent jelly bean and stuffed it into Tian's mouth, who ran away with a grin.
This material is refined from the insects of Tiandao Insects. According to the information flow, it can strengthen the body of the parasite.
Ren Qing sat on the recliner and watched the peaceful and peaceful life of the villagers, which was probably rare even in Xiangxiang.
"Tiandao Insect... Blood Moon..."
"What exactly happened in Jingzhou in the decades after the destruction of Wuwei Taoism? Did Tian Daozi expect that this would happen?"
Or should I say...
Blood Moon's invasion of Jingzhou was meant to bring order to chaos?
Ren Qing shook his head. The current situation in Jingzhou is definitely not simple. Even if Tiandaozi comes back to life, he may not be able to figure it out.
Master, you must not trick me, Huang Qi.
He took a deep breath and quickly became immersed in the meditation technique. Unknowingly, the sun had risen into the sky and was shining brightly.
Close your eyes, the sound of insects is still there.