Black Myth: Journey to the West: Simulate becoming an immortal!

Chapter 142: Grinding an iron rod into a needle, thread in the hands of a loving mother

The beautiful woman in the painting looks towards Chen Xi.

There was an inexplicable look between his eyebrows and eyes.

In an instant, a fairy air enveloped the place.

Chen Xi took a deep breath of the immortal air, and there seemed to be a fairy belt surrounding his body, and clarity seemed to emerge in his eyes.

But in a flash, this clarity was submerged by deep darkness.

He looked a little dazed, and walked towards the scroll unconsciously.

When he got closer, Chen Xi actually stretched out his hand towards the beautiful woman in the painting.

Instantly, the four girls were all shocked when they saw this.

Who is my mother? How could she be so offensive?
They wanted to stop the holy monk, but when they saw that the old mother had no reaction, they gave up.

"Holy, holy monk, please don't move..."

Bai Zhengdan spoke in a low voice, fearing that the holy monk would go mad and destroy the fairy painting where his mother lived.

Although the mother didn't care much about it, as her disciples, they couldn't help but express their opinion.

"It doesn't matter..."

The beautiful woman in the painting, who is also the old mother, shook her head, and seemed to be quite tolerant of Chen Xi and did not care about his offense.

"Mother, I wonder if there is any way to save the holy monk from this situation?"

Bai Zhengdan was always worried about the holy monk's madness, and he quickly spoke to his mother.

Upon hearing this, the other three women all looked towards the old mother in the painting.

It would be perfect if the holy monk could be cured of his madness.

After all, no one wants her husband to be a crazy, stupid fool.

However, unexpectedly, the old mother, who seemed omnipotent in their eyes, shook her head at this moment.

"It's not the wine that makes people drunk, it's people who make themselves drunk."

"It is not the beauty that seduces people, but people themselves."

"It's not that I don't know how to treat him, but the holy monk is confused and doesn't want to wake up..."

The old mother's tone was inexplicable and her voice was ethereal.

When the girls heard this, they were confused.

What does it mean to be confused and unwilling to wake up?
Could it be that the holy monk did this on purpose to become so crazy?

At this moment, Chen Xi had already placed his hand on the face of the beautiful woman in the painting.

The beautiful woman in the painting has kind eyes and a benevolent look, she looks like a fairy.

However, in Chen Xi's eyes, it was a completely different scene.

……

"Stab, stab..."

The sound of metal rubbing against stone continued to be heard.

As soon as Chen Xi walked into the inner courtyard of the Pear Garden, he saw a beautiful woman grinding something there.

"Chen, Master Chen, is this the demon you mentioned?"

The dark-skinned young man's voice trembled, and he seemed both excited and scared.

"Don't talk nonsense, maybe it's just the owner of this opera garden."

Chen Xi shook his head. He did not sense any demonic aura from the beautiful woman.

On the contrary, he felt an inexplicable familiarity from him.

"I don't know if this beautiful woman has a partner."

"Hey! With this figure and this look, she still has the charm!"

Old Lu also followed over, rubbed his hands, and looked radiant, as if he had ushered in a second spring.

Chen Xi looked at this guy with some contempt, then shook his head and ignored the two guys.

Unable to conceal his curiosity, he stepped forward to take a closer look.

Then I saw the beautiful woman, constantly polishing an iron rod!
Repeat over and over again, and persevere.

"Donor, what are you grinding this for?"

Chen Xi was a little puzzled, and always felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

The beautiful woman did not raise her head, but continued to polish the iron rod.

"I'm going to grind it into a needle!"

"My child is about to go on a long journey."

"As a mother, I am worried and want to sew a hat for him."

The beautiful woman's words were full of love and concern.

As the saying goes:
The loving mother sews the clothes for her son. She sews them tightly before he leaves, fearing that he will return late.

With his heart connected, Chen Xi was deeply moved by the warm maternal love.

However, the beautiful woman's behavior made him shake his head.

"The donor is obsessed..."

"It's not easy to grind such a thick iron pestle into a needle."

"Why don't you find another way, buy a needle or a hat, instead of struggling with an iron rod?"

Seeing the beautiful woman's persistence, Chen Xi couldn't help but speak up, trying to wake her up.

Unexpectedly, the beautiful woman shook her head and kept moving her hands.

"My child, you are obsessed..."

“It’s hard to find a needle, and it’s hard to find a hat.”

"What you said, isn't it? Why don't you eat meat?"

"Whether it's a needle or a hat, what my child lacks is not a hat, but motherly love and care."

"Since I want to sew a hat for the kid and send him on a long journey, how can I give up so easily?"

"What's wrong with an iron pestle? With enough practice, the iron pestle can be ground into a needle..."

The beautiful woman's words made Chen Xi suddenly realize something.

He seemed to have realized something vaguely.

Unfortunately, there is still a layer of illusion that has not been completely broken.

"Am I possessed..."

Chen Xi murmured to himself, and then he realized that he had just committed a foolish thought.

To mock and deny other people's obsession is foolish!

He thought he was sober and arrogant, and wanted to wake up the beautiful woman.

Little did he know that in the end, he was the one who was obsessed with appearances.

After Chen Xi figured this out, he quickly bowed to the beautiful woman.

"Thank you for your teachings, sir. I apologize for the insolence."

The beautiful woman nodded with a smile, seemingly not caring about his rudeness.

"May I know your surname?"

"The donor is sharpening needles deep in this pear garden. Could he be the owner of this pear garden?"

Chen Xi asked curiously while watching the beautiful woman sharpening the needle.

The beautiful woman seemed to be happy to talk to Chen Xi, and she said, "My maiden name is Gao, and my husband's name is Jia."

"I had an unfortunate childhood, my parents-in-law died early, and my husband and I have been guarding this ancestral property."

"The family is rich and has thousands of acres of fertile land."

"I like to listen to opera, so I built this opera garden."

"I lost my husband a few years ago, and I have been a widow. This year I have completed my mourning period."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xi couldn't help but look at the beautiful woman a few more times.

The boss Lu who was beside him had red eyes.

Just talking about the beautiful woman's conditions, she was simply too good to be true. She had such a large fortune, and she was still a widow...

When the beautiful woman saw Chen Xi like this, she stopped what she was doing.

She smiled and shook her head, then pointed her finger heavily at Chen Xi's forehead.

Chen Xi was caught off guard and his head tilted back, somewhat confused.

"You, you, after all this talk, why aren't you awake yet?"

"You kid, you are worthy of being my child. You are even planning to take advantage of your mother..."

Chen Xi was stunned when he heard this, Mother?

The beautiful woman smiled without saying a word, her face full of love.

She didn't know when the iron pestle she had been grinding had turned into a needle.

However, although the iron pestle was turned into a needle, the hat was still nowhere to be seen.

"You came too early, kid. The hat is not finished yet!"

"But it just so happens that tomorrow is my birthday party, and I'm going to watch a play and sing a song to find a husband."

"Then this hat will be used as a dowry for the daughters that mother will adopt."

"You have to fight for your mother's honor, and don't let this good thing be passed on to others..."

(End of this chapter)