Fundamentals of Catching Immortals

Chapter 101: Meng Yunxi (Twenty)

It is not uncommon for the Yunxi River to stop flowing for hundreds of years.It is also recorded in the village chronicles that the Yunxi River has a certain degree of dryness and prosperity, and even if it stops flowing for a while, it will always recover.

But this time the flow was cut off, and the villagers felt ominous.

On that day, the Yunxi River stopped flowing, and the old man who had been waiting by the stream for an unknown number of years did not come home at night, but stood by the stream for three days and three nights.

At dawn on the fourth day, the villagers who were carrying empty buckets to see if the stream was flowing again heard the hoarse cry of the weird crazy old lady.

"She waited for the stream to flow again, and she didn't eat or drink for three days. She seemed to be using these three days to recall why she sat by the stream, and what she had waited for all her life." Peng's voice became a little choked up, and Ah Xu looked at Feng Niang, who was hunched over and with pale and messy hair, who he couldn't touch in front of him, feeling extremely sad.

"She really waited all her life, but what she waited for was that the stream stopped flowing." Ah Xu said hoarsely, feeling uncomfortable in his heart: "You are so cruel, if you do this, it is better to let her wait quietly until she dies. She It's already 80 years old, isn't it!"

Yes, Feng Niang is 80 years old.

After waiting for a lifetime, this is the result.

God, when it comes, you don't even want to give her a hope, do you?
Feng Niang's bitterness and resentment have never been revealed in her life.She has been waiting, maybe she already knows the result, but because of a small promise, she has the hope of living.

Now hope is gone.

Yunxi water is dry.

On this day, all the villagers in Yunxi Village knew a strange thing.

The crazy old woman at the entrance of the village who didn't know what she was waiting for knelt down at the mouth of the stream and wailed loudly.No one knew that this haggard and thin body actually possessed such great strength, crying so hard, as if trying to burn out the last sliver of strength in him.

The tears she had accumulated all her life seemed to be shed within one day, and when the tears dried up, they began to bleed.

"That crazy old woman shed tears of blood!"

"Yunxi did it, and that crazy old woman cried blood and tears again. Is this an ominous sign?"

"The harvest is not good next year, what should I do...why is that crazy woman still crying!"

Suddenly, there were many small voices in Ah Xu's ears, as if countless snarky villagers were chattering non-stop in her ears.She turned her head to look for it, but couldn't find the person who spoke.

Suddenly, some ominous premonition welled up in her heart.

Sure enough, Axu guessed right.

The villagers blamed all this on Feng Niang who behaved strangely.Before midnight, some villagers held torches and came to the stream, intending to expel Feng Niang from Yunxi Village.

The picture changes and flows, looking up at the sky, only to see layers of dark clouds covering the moonlight, making people panic.

A Xu stood up unconsciously, and looked back at the village in a daze...

The villagers incited each other, and those who were originally calm gradually became agitated after seeing Feng Niang's indifference.

Some people started to push her, some naughty children who were not sensible picked up stones and threw them on Feng Niang's head, blood flowed down from her forehead, but after two lines of blood tears were removed from Feng Niang's withered and old face, there was no more blood. another expression.

After waiting for a lifetime, now even God won't let her wait, what else can she do?
Ah Xu couldn't bear to look at the following scenes.

All of these are real events that happened a hundred years ago, and Axu and the others standing here are just a group of spectators from another time and space.They could only stand here, watching the villagers frighten Feng Niang with torches, watching Jupeng flapping its wings frantically, and watching the fire spread from the entrance of the village to the inside of the village. The small flowers, the archway engraved with the name of the village, the quiet courtyards surrounded by fences, and the patios where stone mills are placed to dry grain...

(End of this chapter)