Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Compared to the world of immortal cultivation, the mortal world is much more peaceful.
The autumn heat has arrived recently, and the scorching hot weather is the only worry for people in the world recently.

They had heard a little about the recent frequent accidents in the world of immortal cultivation, but they had only expressed mixed opinions after dinner. After glancing over it, they were more willing to discuss with great interest the recent unusual movements in the commercial street: the butcher who had driven the flow of customers along the entire street had returned.

The small pork stall is no different from before.

The dusty wooden sign was carefully cleaned and hung up again; the sharp butcher knife was as sharp as yesterday; behind the chopping board, the man wielding the butcher knife still had great abdominal muscles.

"The thin pork belly you want is ten copper coins."

The butcher knife stood firmly on the chopping board, the fresh pork fell into the green lotus leaves with water droplets, the straw was strong enough to be tied into a knot, and the freshly cut pork was handed across the stall, but the person at the stall was slow to take it.

The peasant girl with the straw hat blushed, a little surprised and a little excited to have a word with the boss. She gently reminded him, "But you gave me pork knuckle."

how is this possible.

The man behind the stall raised his eyebrows. Because of this action, a drop of hot sweat slid down the end of his eyebrow into his eye, bringing a momentary burning pain.

He lowered his head and looked at the lotus leaf in his hand. A pig's trotter was clearly exposed outside the lotus leaf. The gentle smile on the butcher's stall owner's face paused, and he fell into silence for a rare moment.

An undisguised laugh came from the booth.

The butcher was completely unmoved, and his raised eyebrows returned to their original position. He put the lotus leaf in his hand steadily into the customer's empty basket: "Today's pig's trotters are good, how about pig's trotters?"

The farm girl looked like she was going to refute for a moment, but her pupils gathered and then spread out, and then she nodded absentmindedly, revealing a silly smile: "Then let's have stewed pork elbow tonight, stewed pork elbow is not bad. This is a delicious dish that can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year, so let's celebrate the Chinese New Year in advance."

She left happily with the pork knuckle that she had not expected, but her happy mood apparently did not spread to the person who sold the pork.

"It's still about 40 days until the Chinese New Year, which spans the entire fall and half of winter." Wuqiong sat on a small stool with his face in his hands. "She is just an ordinary person who buys meat. Maybe the children at home are looking forward to the fried pork with peppers, but my mother came home with a bag of pork knuckles and announced that we will have stewed pork elbows tonight."

The butcher ignored her and turned to wash his hands in the clean water basin.

The disturbed water ripples made the obscurity in his eyes blurry.

The person next to him still refused to let him go: "You have come to this day."

If he ignored her now, it would only make things worse. He clearly saw the face reflected in the water with half-closed eyelids and a helpless expression. The butcher stood up and said, "You fantasize too much."

"Thanks to you, the world of immortal cultivation has become a mess. As the eldest sister of Yuntian Sect, I have to deal with the mess left by Master and take care of the affairs of the sect every day. I am probably too busy to rest every day." Wuqiong kicked the broken table with a broken leg at his feet, "You are so good that you just left."

The man seemed unmoved.

So I added: "She must hate you."

Tsk.

The unmoved people responded.

He lazily glanced at the huge crowd queuing in front of the pork stall. The crowd all muttered in unison, "Suddenly remembered that there was something else" and dispersed. The stall that was bustling a moment ago was suddenly empty. The stall owner, who suddenly decided that he was not in the mood to do business, walked out from behind the stall.

"What are you talking about?"

"If you hadn't been distracted for the second time today, I definitely wouldn't have told you." Wuqiong said sincerely, "You almost cut your own hand last time."

There is no such thing, she is talking complete nonsense.

"You really talk a lot."

"Yeah," Wuqiong held his face in his hands, "That's how birds are. Otherwise, why would someone use the term 'shut your bird mouth' to insult someone?"

"..."
The butcher discovered that there were still things in this world that he could not comprehend occasionally.
For example, why is this person in front of me so proud?
Like why he was in a bad mood for no reason.

"If you're too worried, go back and have a look."

"What are you looking at?"

He cast a lazy glance at the adviser.

"Don't ask when you already know the answer - it's not shameful. Anyway, you definitely didn't say 'I won't be back' before you left. Maybe you said something vague like 'not sure'."

"..."
The man who was guessed raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose.
He put his hand down, and the smiling face seemed a little indifferent and distant.
"You're wrong. There's nothing to worry about. The old friend has been brought back and buried intact. The hidden past is just the beginning of being revealed. The good show is about to begin. Everything is going according to plan. It's going smoothly. That's it."
His tone was calm and decisive.

"You know very well that's not what I'm talking about."

"She didn't take the things, and she didn't even touch them. As long as the immortals are not as stupid as pigs, the follow-up of this incident will not really affect her."

"It better be."

"Even if there is an impact, my staying in Yuntian Sect will not make any difference. I am just a mortal."

"Really? RiRi might not think so. Have you asked her opinion?"

"She was always convinced I was a liability."

"You know what?" Wuqiong's tone suddenly became more serious. "Sometimes the owner will also be reversely dependent on the pet. This is not completely unrelated to the fact that every time she comes home, there is always a pet who has slept for a whole day but still pretends to be enthusiastic and wags its tail at her as if it has been waiting for a long time."

"..."

The butcher was silent after hearing this, and he didn't know which point he should refute first.
pet?
Or is he not intentionally trying to make someone dependent on him?
"What do you want to say?"

"I've already told you that." The man sitting on the small stool raised his face and looked up at him with bright eyes. "If you're worried, go back and take a look."

The man stood there for a long time with a serious expression, restraining his usual lazy look and seemingly lost in thought.
The scorching sun shone on his head, and he looked like a newly carved stone lion statue.

"I'm not worried."

He stressed his unwavering resolve with a tone of conviction.

“I won’t go back.”

——As hard-hearted as a stone statue.

The two wooden legs at the back of the small stool playfully lifted up because of the movement of its owner's buttocks, and the owner of the Rare Treasure Pavilion, who was riding the broken chair as if it were a wooden horse, smiled with his eyes curved.

She said, OK. OK. You have no worries and you won't go back.

……

There are three realms and six paths. The three realms are the realm of self-cultivation (immortal cultivation), the realm of wonderful (mortal world), and the realm of heaven (ghosts). The earth realm (the lower world) is a prison and exile place and is excluded. There are also six paths, namely the path of self-cultivation, the path of humans, the path of Asuras, the path of animals, the path of demons, and the path of Yama.

Legend has it that after death, mortals in the Miaoshu Realm, or the mortal world, will enter the Motian ghost realm. They will remain in the ghost realm for several years based on the merits and fortune they have accumulated during their lifetime before they can fall into the land of reincarnation and re-enter the cycle of the six realms.

The butcher didn't quite understand these rules.

He only hastily learned some things about "resting in peace", and then buried the handful of white bones he brought back under the camellia tree in his own yard. He dug up the soil and casually buried the ultimate reason that had turned the world of immortal cultivation upside down next to the pig intestines that were freshly buried yesterday.

Wuqiong stepped into the butcher's courtyard with a long string of freshly folded gold ingots. The ingots were folded by her own hands, and she blew on each ingot carefully, making them round and full.

She walked around the yard, trying to find a fire source to burn paper money, and finally wandered to the pigpen opposite the camellia tree. She was caught off guard and made eye contact with a newborn pink piglet in the pigpen.

To be precise, she was staring at him one-sidedly.

The piglet tilted its nonexistent neck, its eyes were cloudy, and there was a scar on its right front hoof that looked like it had been burned by a burner, and its hoof was curled unnaturally.

It was a blind and lame piglet.

Wuqiong was silent for a while, then turned around to look at the man squatting beside the camellia tree, tapping the freshly filled earth hole with a small shovel. The man was burying fertilizer and planting trees, taking every step very seriously.

With his hair standing on end, Wuqiong took a deep breath and resisted the urge to scream: "What are you doing? You're raising pigs already?"

The butcher didn't even raise his head: "Isn't it cute?"

Cute as hell.

He crumpled the gold ingots in his hand into waste paper and wanted to throw it at someone's face. He hesitated for a long time. Finally, when the little pig started to grunt, the master of the Rare Treasures Pavilion threw the waste paper into the pig trough with a look of pain on his face.

"Why is its leg lame?"

"The fetus was in an abnormal position. I pulled it out by its legs when it was born."

"..."
Okay, okay, you are also in charge of delivering babies.
Is there any care for sows’ postpartum recovery?
Wuqiong was speechless for a long while, thought for a while, and then asked, "You said that when you found the Yellow Spring Breath on the hoof...hand in the Track Star Pavilion, that part was contained in a box."

The butcher threw away his shovel and turned around: "What?"

Wuqiong: "Maybe he really liked that box when he was alive."

The conversation was so incoherent and irrelevant, but the butcher didn't ask her what she was talking about. He just said "Oh" and asked, "So what?"

"Did you throw the box away at Yuntian Sect?" Wuqiong asked, "Have you heard that a piece of clothing may become one with the skin after being worn for a long time? Even if it is kept as a souvenir, there must be a decent burial object. You have to go and get it back."

Butcher: "Where can I get it?"

Wu Qiong: "Don't ask when you already know the answer." The butcher: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Wuqiong was very confused: "Which mouth should I use to say it?"

The little pigs in the pigsty grunted loudly.

……

On a cloudy day, layer upon layer of clouds floated above the sky like cotton, and the dead branches of the Shatuo Likong tree were almost invisible.

A raven spread its wings and flew over the sky above the Yuntian Sect.

This time it was not blocked by any restrictions, nor did it alarm anyone. The nimble black shadow shuttled through the clouds, and the disciples guarding the gate did not even notice its existence.

This is a seemingly ordinary bird, with a sharp beak, black round eyes, and shiny black feathers. It spread its wings over the main peaks of the three mountains of Yuntian Sect, and its small head turned briefly, as if observing the movements around it.

Finally, it landed steadily on a peach tree on Taohua Ridge at Chiri Peak, and fell into darkness among the gorgeous peach blossoms still in full bloom in early autumn.

The raven stretched out its wings that had been gliding for too long, and the nine long, arrow-like tail feathers at its tail spread out. Under the shadow of the peach blossoms, one could clearly see the unusual eye-shaped feather pattern at the end of each tail feather.

It carefully arranged one of them.

The round sparrow eyes rolled around and stared quietly at the little girl who was dozing off in the shadow of the cave entrance not far away.

……

The restriction on Taohua Ridge moved slightly, and a young female swordsman wearing the Taoist robe of an inner disciple of the Yuntian Sect came from afar, flying through the clouds on her sword.

The little girl who was dozing off outside the door was startled, rubbed her eyes, raised her head and said in a sleepy voice: "Senior Sister Ri Ri, you're back?"

The female cultivator landed lightly on the ground, put away the green sword, glanced casually at the sleepy face of the little girl who came up to her, and nodded.

It has been a few days since Ruan Zhu exploded and the Jingtan dried up. At first glance, the once arrogant and high-handed senior sister of the Yuntian Sect seems to be no different from before, with the same Taoist robe and casually tied up hair...
Actually it is not.
If you look closely, you can see that her belt seems to have a longer knot than before.
Her shoulders were thin and she looked a little gaunt, giving her the graceful and elegant demeanor that the fairies in storybooks should have (but not necessarily pretty).
The jawline of the face, which was originally round and fleshy, became a little clearer, and the dark circles under the eyes became more prominent due to the lack of blood color.

His eyes were still bright, only occasionally revealing an unintentional fatigue.

The little girl guarding the gate was completely unaware of all this, or perhaps she had long been accustomed to it. She jumped up and surrounded Nan Fuguang, asking lively questions: "Big Sister, how is the Immortal Master today? Is there any sign that he will come out of seclusion?"

Nan Fuguang still shook his head, and when he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time: "There is no such sign."

The answer was as expected, Taotao visibly wilted.

"Oh, I'm so worried. Why did you choose such a critical moment to go into seclusion... Now, let alone the Yuntian Sect, I'm afraid the entire cultivation world is waiting for Yunshang Xianzun and the Xianmeng to come up with some advice, but there's no movement!"

Stamping her feet, the little girl thought for a moment and grabbed her senior sister again, lowering her voice: "Senior sister, you go to Taoting every day to wait for the Immortal Master to come out of retreat, but is Junior Sister Lu Sang also there?"

The little girl was only as tall as his chest. Nan Fuguang tapped her forehead with his hand and said, "She's here. What's with that expression on your face? Don't think about those things. There are two of us in the sect. If the master is in seclusion, how can the disciple not guard the sect and protect the law?"

Tao Tao pouted: "But when Yunshang Xianzun was in seclusion before, you were the only one protecting him——"

Nan Fuguang was speechless for a while, and when he spoke, his tone was a little stiff: "That's because he only had me as his apprentice before."

"So what? When I open my eyes, you're the only one there - the Immortal Master has long been accustomed to this."

"is it?"

"If the first thing he saw when he woke up was Junior Sister Lu Sang instead of Senior Sister Ri Ri, he would also find it strange and wait for you to come."
Taotao said firmly.
"Definitely."

"Don't read the mortal story books. He won't do that."

He didn't want to continue this inexplicable topic, for fear that it would deviate in a strange direction... Nan Fuguang grabbed a handful of candy from the cave, brought it out personally, and sent Taotao away with a few words.

Just after sending Taotao away, Nan Fuguang, who was facing the cave entrance, suddenly felt his five senses shaken and his ears moved slightly.

In a flash, she spun around quickly, holding a green sword that appeared out of nowhere in her hand, with the tip of the sword pointing straight ahead.

But there was nothing.

A pitch-black raven crouched on the branch of the peach tree in front of the cave entrance with its neck shrunk, and looked into her eyes through the layers of petals.

"..."
There was a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, and Nan Fuguang looked sullen.
"What stupid bird is this? Don't you dare poop in Taohualing?"

Nan Fuguang put away his sword.

At this moment, before the slow-witted raven could be startled and fly away, a loud thunder suddenly sounded in the sky!
Nan Fuguang was startled and covered his ears with his hands. He felt as if the thunder was hitting his ears and his ears were buzzing like tinnitus.

When she looked up again, a bean-sized raindrop fell on the tip of her nose. The cold touch caught her off guard and made her exclaim "Oh", and her eyelashes as long as crow feathers fluttered violently.

A rainstorm came unexpectedly during the dry autumn, bringing coolness to the warmed earth, and the air was filled with the fishy fragrance of earth spreading from the water vapor.

Before her clothes got wet, Nan Fuguang rushed back to the cave in two steps at a time. She stood in front of the cave door, staring at the pouring rain for a while, then she slapped her forehead, as if she remembered something.

She cast a water avoidance spell on herself and rushed back into the rainstorm, going around to an open space behind the Taohualing Cave Mansion.

The open space was opened up naturally, and there were several sword marks on the four stone walls.
Neatly arranged in a vertical line, with sword marks of varying ages but consistent depth and neatness, are the marks left by Yan Ji'an to record Nan Fuguang's height when he was a child.
The marks that are crisscrossed, of varying depths and even have chiseling tendencies were left by Nan Fuguang when he practiced swordsmanship in different periods of his life.

In front of these rock walls full of traces of time, two bamboo poles were erected, with a straw rope stretched between the poles. On the rope hung an old shirt that had been washed white. Nan Fuguang once held it up and asked her why she had to wear this rag instead of the new Taoist robe she had found...
It was once very disliked.

At this moment, the clothes that were originally hung out to dry had already been half wet by the heavy rain. Nan Fuguang walked forward, stretched out her hand to reach out, and then found that the straw rope was set too high and was not at a suitable height for her to use.

So when he reached out and pulled it, he couldn't pull it down.

The fingertips barely brushed over the hanging piece of fabric.

Her mind was in chaos and part of the water-avoiding spell failed. Raindrops as big as beans hit her raised forehead with a loud "pa" sound.

Nan Fuguang rolled his eyes, stood on tiptoe, and tugged at the bamboo pole. In the heavy rain, the bamboo pole fell to the ground with two loud thumps, and rolled down, covered with mud...

He opened his arms and used his face to catch the falling clothes.

She pulled the half-wet clothes that still smelled of sunlight off her face and thought calmly, the butcher would probably sigh again if he saw this.

He always laughed at her violence.

"..."

The water-avoiding method has completely failed.

She turned around swiftly and returned to the cave quickly.

Nan Fuguang casually threw the wet, washed-out clothes in her hands onto the couch. She heard a noise coming from the window sill. She turned around and saw the raven that had landed in front of her window at some point and was now squatting there peacefully.

The heavy rain fell behind it like a curtain of rain.

Apparently this stupid hairy beast also knows how to hide from the rain.

"I'll kill you if you shit."

Nan Fuguang threatened again, then took off the water-avoiding spell on his body, sat down beside the couch, and fell into deep thought.

The Taohualing Cave was eerily quiet for a moment. The only sound was the overwhelming rain outside. It seemed as if the heavy rain was desperately trying to wash away the heat and restlessness of the past few days, and the peach blossoms were scattered all over the ground.

Nan Fuguang reached out and picked up the piece of clothing which was now balled up like linen.

The raven tilted his head.

Nan Fuguang's eyes fell on the waste collection area outside the window.

The raven flapped its wings helplessly, shaking off the water droplets that had just fallen on its feathers.

Nan Fuguang shook out the wrinkled clothes and seemed to be muttering to himself, "Who is so eager to run away without even collecting the clothes he hung out to dry? Is he waiting for me to help collect them? Is that polite? Is there a ghost in the Yuntian Sect biting his butt every night?" When he finished speaking, the dark blue shorts had returned to their original dryness.

Crouching on the windowsill, Raven stared at the senior sister of the Yuntian Sect not far away with a pair of dark, flexible round eyes. He saw her folding the clothes in her hands with a look of disgust on her face and putting them next to the pillow on the couch.

She retreated and climbed onto the couch. She kicked off her shoes and stepped on the bamboo pillow that the butcher had used when he stayed there. She hesitated for a moment before she said to herself seriously, "Just throw it away. He won't come back. In the future... maybe we won't see each other again."

As she spoke, she slid down from the couch in silence.

He moved to the closet, opened it, and carefully placed the folded clothes in the deepest part of the top layer of the closet.

……

Hey.

The raven perched on the window sill covered its face with one wing.

It's dying.

(End of this chapter)