Cultivation is too difficult, and people will die if they do the tasks.

Chapter 40 Maternity
Ding Qitong and her group are all practitioners, and they can hear clearly even in another room.

The visitors were two men, asking the village chief for help.

"Everyone over there is dying. Po Wen said she had no choice but to ask the Immortal Chief for help."

"How could the Immortal Chief help with such a bloody disaster?"

"But if you don't help, you will kill two people."

The village chief sighed: "When a woman gives birth, she has one leg in the coffin. In the past six months, eight or nine families have given birth to a daughter-in-law, but the mother and child have not been saved. This is life, we must accept it."

There were faint sounds of crying and pleading inside.

The village chief shook his head and disagreed: "If you want help from the immortal chief, you must be filial. You are so poor, and without filial piety, people will not be willing to lend a hand. What if you are angry and take it out on me?"

Ding Qitong opened the door and walked in.Inside the house were the village chief and two men.At first glance, they look like father and son.

When the young man saw Ding Qitong, he knelt down and said, "My wife is about to die if she can't give birth to the child. Please help the immortal to save her."

Ding Qitong nodded: "I'll go take a look."

Bai Wan'er and the Zhuang sisters both followed.

Everyone followed the father and son to a courtyard. There were three thatched houses in the courtyard surrounded by mud walls.

At this moment, there were several women standing outside the house, looking anxiously into the house from time to time, clasping their hands together and praying for God's blessing.

When Ding Qitong and his party entered the courtyard, everyone gathered around them.Several women fell to their knees.

"God has appeared, the immortal has arrived, please save my daughter!"

"The Immortal has mercy, please save my daughter-in-law and grandson!"

Ding Qitong quickly helped everyone up. At this time, a woman came out of the house carrying a wooden basin.

There was scarlet blood in the tub.

The young man stopped him quickly: "How is Chunhua? The baby hasn't been born yet?"

The woman shook her head, looking sad.

At this time, a woman rushed out of the house,

"It's not good. The mother fainted and the baby can't be born yet. She's dying."

After hearing this, the man burst into tears and was about to rush in.He was blocked by his father and brothers.

"Don't worry, I'll go in and take a look."

Ding Qitong lifted the curtain and went in.Bai Wan'er saw that the Zhuang sisters also went in, so she had no choice but to go in bravely.

There were several oil lamps burning in the room, and a pale-faced woman was lying on the bed.

The woman's forehead was covered with sweat, her face was pale and she had fainted, her lips had been bitten, and the bedding under her hands was scratched.

It can be seen how much pain he endured when he was awake.

The midwife stood aside, already shaking her head.

"The baby's fetal position is not correct. I have been struggling all day, but I can finally see the head. The mother has no strength. The bleeding cannot be stopped."

Ding Qitong probed the mother's breathing.Take out a pill and dissolve it into the water.The room was suddenly filled with a strange fragrance.

Bai Wan'er fainted when she saw the mother, and she clenched her teeth tightly.How to take medicine like this?
I saw Ding Qitong put her fingers together and put a little bit into the bowl.The potion in the bowl boiled, and the water beads connected in a line, flew from the bowl to the mother's mouth, and got in between the teeth.

Ding Qitong gently tapped her fingers on the mother's neck.The medicine enters the body smoothly.

Ding Qitong nodded to the Zhuang sisters.

Zhuang Caiwei waved her hand, and an emerald green jade flute appeared in her hand.

Zhuang Cailing waved his hand, and several small and exquisite bells appeared on Qianqian's fingers.

The two sisters stood beside the bed, and Zhuang Caiwei put the jade flute to her lips.Zhuang Cailing waved her hands lightly and played the musical instrument to the mother.

Bai Wan'er couldn't hear any music, but she could feel the hot and bloody air in the room dissipating rapidly.The air seemed to be cleansed.The mother on the bed trembled slightly and opened her eyes.

"Wake up, great. Wake up. Chunhua wakes up." Po Wen shouted happily from the side.

The mother's originally pale face turned red, and she looked at the stranger in front of the window with wide eyes.

Ding Qitong patted the mother gently: "You can do it. God has made you wake up, and the baby will definitely be born."

Tears filled the mother's eyes, and the immortal cultivator's words gave her confidence.

"what……"

The mother began to grit her teeth and exert force.Po Wen was cheering and helping.

With a loud baby cry, the child was born successfully, and the mother and child were safe.

When Bai Wan'er left the farmhouse, her heart was burning and her feet were trembling.

Although I come from modern society, I am not too unfamiliar with the scene of giving birth.But when people struggle over the edge of death, they bring new life.

This experience is still very shocking.

Especially when she saw the people in the courtyard kneeling down to thank Ding Qitong, Bai Wan'er felt so hot that she almost shed tears.

On the other hand, Ding Qitong and the Zhuang sisters were much calmer.

Back at the village chief's house, Bai Wan'er thought for a while and asked, "Why can't you hear the music just now?"

Zhuang Caiwei touched Bai Wan'er's forehead: "It seems that you really hurt your brain in the dense forest. You can't even remember the master's housekeeping skills."

It turns out that music and dance are an important part of Qing'emen's spiritual practice.These music and dances are not only pleasing to the eye, but also imply the rules of practice.It can enlighten people's minds and can also cure diseases and save lives.

"Why can't I hear the music?"

Cai Ling smiled and said, "You can hear it by using your spiritual power, but you're just too lazy to do it."

Ding Qitong explained: "The song played by Caiwei Cailing is the Ningxin Huihun Song, which is of great help to people who are on the verge of death and can help them regain their concentration. Only with my elixir can the woman come back to life."

"The most important thing is that the woman wants to live and has a strong will. That's why Ningxin Huihun Song can gather her mental strength."

Bai Wan'er asked: "Can you bring the dead back to life?"

Zhuang Cailing said with a smile: "Of course it's impossible. That's something only gods can do. We practitioners just have more spiritual power and more spells than ordinary people. We can only do more things."

Bai Wan'er nodded: "That's why senior sister wants to save that woman because we have the ability to help."

Ding Qitong nodded: "We are both women, but I pity her even more."

Bai Wan'er thought of what she heard and couldn't help but pity the women in this world.

"Being a woman is such a disadvantage. Giving birth to a child is half life. There are only about a hundred households in this village. Eight or nine people died after giving birth in half a year. Such a horrible thing, it is not giving birth to a child, it is just like going to the guillotine."

The Zhuang sisters also nodded: "It's too terrible. I don't want to have children."

Ding Qitong was stunned for a moment and looked up at Bai Wan'er.

"What did you mean just now?"

Bai Wan'er said: "This village has only a hundred households, and the population should be no more than five or six hundred. Eight or nine women die after giving birth in half a year. In a few years, won't women who give birth to children die?"

As someone who frequently conducted market research in her previous life, Bai Wan'er talks about data analysis with ease.

After speaking, she also complained that technology was too backward, causing the maternal mortality rate to be too high.At this rate, humankind will naturally perish without resorting to external forces.

Ding Qitong stood up and walked out, and everyone quickly followed.

"Sister, where are you going?"

"Wan'er is right. There are too many women who have died giving birth. Go and ask the village chief."

(End of this chapter)