Journey to the West: The Immortal Clan Begins by Feeding Monkeys at Five Elements Mountain

Chapter 123 Horns on the Head
Jiang Yi took a few steps closer and looked down.

The little girl was dressed in white, half covered in mud and half stained with blood. Her clothes were askew and clung to her body. She was as thin as a lamp wick in the wind.

His face was deathly pale, and his breathing was so erratic that it seemed as if he might be extinguished by a gust of wind at any moment.

He frowned slightly, and his voice deepened: "Quickly, send it to Wenya's side."

Upon hearing this, Madam Liu did not hesitate.

Li Wenya is now the only reliable female doctor in the village. Over the years, she has always had medicine on her hands and needles by her side.

While their life-saving skills might not be top-notch, they are certainly among the best in the village.

She has a gentle and mild temperament, is reliable, and is especially good at coaxing children. Once a baby is in her hands, even crying babies will quiet down.

Although the Liu family is large and powerful, they still need outside help when it comes to diagnosing and treating patients.

After a quick thought, she immediately ordered her servants to fetch a sturdy wooden board and selected two nimble and strong attendants.

Together they lifted the little one up, wrapped him up tightly, and then tucked the corners in with a blanket before telling them to hurry towards the Jiang family's old house.

Li Wenya was flipping through an old medical book with curled corners, her fingers resting on the edge of the page, flicking it slightly.

Hearing the noise, he only grunted and said indifferently without raising his head, "Take him to the inner room and put him on the bed."

Although the voice was soft, the two attendants seemed to have been acupunctured, and their movements immediately slowed down, as if afraid of startling the little person on the bed.

Once the person entered, only Li Wenya remained in the room.

The door creaked shut, as if separating the room from the outside world.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the soft sound of her turning her wrist as she looked down. Her fingertips traced the pulse, the disordered breathing, and everything else.

Before long, she strolled out of the house, her steps unhurried, but her expression was unfathomable.

He showed neither worry nor joy, yet his eyes seemed to hold some unspoken secret.

She didn't reply immediately, but simply called out softly, "Father."

Jiang Yi responded and walked closer. Seeing her expression, his heart tightened.

Li Wenya leaned closer and whispered a few words.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi frowned slightly, his eyelids twitched slightly, and although his expression did not change much, the corners of his eyes seemed to sway gently as if touched by a breeze.

He didn't speak immediately, but glanced at the crowd outside, his gaze lingered for a moment, and then he turned around and followed Li Wenya back into the house.

Inside, it was still extremely quiet. The child lay on the bed, like a ball of white snow, neither crying nor making a fuss, but his face still had some blood left from the struggle.

Li Wenya stood in front of the bed, her fingertips moving slightly as she touched a spot three-tenths of the way up the woman's forehead.

Jiang Yi understood, bent down and reached out, his palm firmly placed on that spot.

Beneath the jet-black hair, two tiny bumps indeed appeared, slightly raised and cool to the touch, firm but not hard, like two small horns that had not yet grown their bones.

Jiang Yi raised his spirit slightly, concealed his aura, and probed carefully for a moment.

Although the child's aura was chaotic and his vital energy was fluctuating, there was not a trace of demonic energy emanating from him.

Bone structure and pulse are characteristics of an ordinary human body.

Li Wenya raised her eyes, a hint of hesitation in them, as if she wanted to ask but remained silent.

Jiang Yi withdrew his palm, remained silent for a long time, and finally slowly shook his head, saying:
"Treat her like a normal person; if she survives, that's a miracle. As for the rest... let her handle it herself."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more and stood up with a flick of his sleeve.

Once outside, his steps were heavier than before.

When the people outside saw him come out, they all turned to look at him, but he seemed not to notice.

He simply picked up a bamboo chair, placed it under the eaves, sat down, put his hands on his knees, and didn't say a word.

The lights inside flickered, casting dappled shadows on the walls.

Li Wenya was busy until it was almost dark before she wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, quietly pushed open the door, and nodded slightly to the outside.

Only then did everyone dare to go inside and take a look.

The little girl on the bed had changed into a simple dress, and her wounds were carefully bandaged. Even her little face had regained some color.

Her face was calm, she was sleeping soundly, and although her breathing was still faint, she was no longer as critically ill as before.

Two attendants stood at the door, their gazes sweeping over the scene as if a burden had been lifted from their shoulders.

He stepped back lightly and quietly slipped out to return to the village to report back.

The girl was then placed in the Jiang family's courtyard for easy care, which was ultimately more convenient.

Night had fallen, the sky was cloudless, the moonlight was clear and cold, and the wind came from the mountains, rustling the leaves.

Jiang Yi originally planned to return to his new house at the foot of the mountain to rest, but he stopped in his tracks just before leaving.

After a moment's thought, he simply gave an order for Li Wenya to take the two children to the side room to sleep, while he himself picked up an old wooden stick and sat down in front of the house.

With a stick across his knees and his back against a pillar, his posture was casual, but his gaze remained focused.

A single lamp in the corridor swayed gently in the breeze, casting a glimmer of clarity in his eyes, his spirit steadfast, seemingly both awake and still.

If any trouble really dares to cause a ruckus.

This also lets it know that although the courtyard is small, it's not a place where just any bad influence can get in.

The next day, before the roosters had even crowed, a faint sliver of white appeared on the horizon.

Li Wenya put on her coat, got up, and walked very lightly into the room, saying she was going to change the little girl's dressing.

No sooner had they stepped across the threshold than a loud bang was heard from inside the house.

The table and chairs collided, and a scream pierced the air, startling the thin morning mist.

Jiang Yi sat in the corridor all night.

He had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed, but at that moment his brow twitched slightly, his eyes suddenly opened, and with a gentle lift of the wooden stick in his hand, he stepped into the doorway.

As soon as my gaze fell, the small figure on the bed woke up.

Huddled at the far end of the bed, her plain clothes were disheveled, her hair was still wet on her forehead, tears mingled with cold sweat, her face was pale, and her breathing was erratic.

His eyes were clear and bright, yet unexpectedly filled with fear and vigilance.

He stared intently at Li Wenya, as if that gentle, bending-down motion was a fatal blow.

Li Wenya had only raised her hand halfway when the child recoiled as if struck by lightning, using both hands and feet to pull back, almost rolling over.

The wound on her shoulder, which had just been bandaged, immediately burst open, and a faint red stain quickly appeared on her inner shirt.

Although small in stature, its eyes were full of fear and apprehension.

As if the life-or-death struggle of the previous night still lingered in her mind, the daylight felt like a strange hostility when she woke up.

Li Wenya reluctantly stopped and glanced back at Jiang Yi.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then had no choice but to leave the room together and quietly close the door.

The room was utterly silent, save for that one breath, thin as paper, stubbornly persistent.

Before long, Liu Xiulian had finished cooking the Solomon's Seal and brought over a bowl of thick porridge.

Jiang Yi glanced at her, took a few steps closer, and whispered a few words of advice.

After listening, Liu Xiulian simply nodded without saying anything more. Her expression had changed to a gentle and mild one as she carried the bowl into the house.

In the end, it was the same old routine.

The moment I stepped inside, there was a series of loud banging noises, mixed with a soft gasp of surprise.

It made quite a commotion, as if a bowl had rolled onto the ground and been stepped on.

Not long after, Liu Xiulian pushed open the door and came out.

There were a few yellow stains of thin porridge on her sleeves, and a corner of her plain skirt was still covered with rice stains, making her look rather disheveled.

She wasn't annoyed, but simply lowered her head, pursed her lips, looked up at Jiang Yi, and shook her head, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Yi couldn't help but sigh. He knew that this matter couldn't be rushed. It was only natural that the child would be more wary after experiencing hardship.

He simply said, "I'll go to Liu Family Village later and ask them how they plan to settle things."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone dispersed, each going about their own business, life continued as usual, and their steps remained steady.

After breakfast, the family each took a small stool and prepared to head to the other side of the cold land to listen to Jiang Ming's storytelling. Jiang Yi, however, did not follow. Instead, he went back into the house, changed into some plain clothes, and planned to make a trip to Liu Family Village.

Just as they rounded the corner of the east wing, they suddenly heard a soft sound coming from Li Wenya's room.

It felt like the bed trembled slightly, or like someone kicked the corner of the blanket under the curtain.

He paused, a thought flickering in his mind, and then tiptoed closer.

The door was ajar, with only a small crack.

He peeked to the side and saw that Jiang Feng had slipped inside at some point.

He was crouching down under the low cabinet next to the bed, flipping through books and muttering something to himself, seemingly looking for one.

The still-childish little figure swayed in the morning light.

Strangely, the little girl on the bed did not flinch or flinch as usual.

Instead, she quietly nestled in the blankets, hugging the corner of the blankets and remaining motionless.

A pair of clear, black and white eyes stared quietly at Jiang Feng, their gaze showing no panic, but rather a hint of novelty and curiosity.

Just as they were engrossed in watching, Jiang Rui, that brat, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and rushed into the house, shouting that he wanted to wrestle with his older brother.

The room immediately erupted into chaos, with fists and feet flying everywhere, and two small stools were kicked over.

Jiang Yi stood outside the door, not stopping them, but instead watching quietly with his hands behind his back.

The little girl on the couch remained calm and undisturbed, simply tilting her body slightly and quietly moving half an inch toward the edge of the couch.

His eyes were wide open as he stared intently at the two children playing, his expression filled with an undisguised curiosity.

He looked like a kitten that had just woken up, curled up and peeking out, listening intently.

Seeing this, Jiang Yi felt a little relieved; the girl had finally calmed down.

So he stepped inside quietly.

No sooner had she stepped down than the little girl's eyes changed, and she shrunk back into the corner of the bed in a flash.

Like a little animal with its fur standing on end, its whole body was tense, its little face was extremely vigilant, and its eyes were fixed on him, as if to prevent him from pouncing at any moment.

Jiang Yi then realized what was happening.

The girl isn't cured; she only recognizes people her own age. When she sees adults, she acts like she's seen her nemesis.

He wasn't annoyed; he just sighed softly and tactfully withdrew.

She turned and went to the kitchen, ladled out a bowl of leftover Solomon's Seal porridge from the morning. It was just the right temperature, with a thin layer of oil on the surface and still smelling delicious.

She brought it out and then softly called to Jiang Feng, "Kid, take it in slowly, don't scare her."

Jiang Feng accepted the bowl with both hands, nodded seriously, and carried it into the house.

Jiang Yi remained outside the door, his face expressionless, but his mind was on edge.

Inside the room, the little girl was still huddled in a corner, but her eyes were fixed on the bowl of porridge in Jiang Feng's hand.

There was still some wariness in her eyes, but her stomach betrayed her by letting out a soft growl.

Jiang Feng heard it clearly, but pretended not to hear it, and only scooped up a spoonful and slowly handed it over.

The little girl's eyes flickered, she stared at the spoon for a moment, and finally opened her mouth and bit it.

As soon as the porridge entered his mouth, the wariness in his eyes eased a little, and his nostrils twitched slightly, as if he was swallowing more carefully than anyone else.

Jiang Feng didn't say anything, just fed her spoonful by spoonful, his hands steady, his voice soft, and his patience excellent.

Hearing the calm sounds from outside, Jiang Yi glanced at the sunlight and finally felt a sense of relief.

With a slight sense of relief, he decided not to rush to Liu's Village.

She sat there on the porch, leaning against a pillar, listening to the soft clatter of a spoon inside, while waiting for Jiang Feng to slowly finish feeding her the bowl of Solomon's Seal porridge.

When he saw the small bowl upside down, he raised his hand to beckon the person out and then called Li Wenya over.

Ask her to explain the entire process of changing dressings and bandaging in detail from beginning to end.

Jiang Feng had always been very interested in this approach, so he would secretly flip through medical books and practice drawing human figures whenever he had free time.

Unfortunately, he was still young, and his mother kept him in check, forbidding him from actually drawing blood with a needle.

Now that they've finally gotten a legitimate opportunity, their eyes are practically gleaming with excitement.

He studied very diligently, his ears perked up, memorizing each word carefully.

His hands and feet were also busy. He practiced the technique twice, and still not satisfied, he kept asking Li Wenya if he had missed any steps.

Li Wenya was so bothered by him that she had to repeat herself over and over until the boy nodded vigorously before she finally gave up.

He then took the ointment and bandages and went into the house in a very formal manner.

Although his technique was still a bit rusty, his strength was steady and his mind was meticulous.

He unwrapped and rewrapped the tangled bandages on his body, from head to toe, until they were neatly and securely wrapped.

Even the few patches that had struggled to fall off in the morning were cleaned up.

The little girl on the bed remained silent, but she stopped struggling.

She just stared at Jiang Feng quietly, occasionally frowning as if she had touched a wound, but she gritted her teeth and endured it without saying a word.

The room was quiet and peaceful.

Jiang Yi, who was standing outside the door, heard everything clearly, and the tension in his heart finally eased a little.

Although the child's vital energy was weak, it flowed smoothly; although his spirit was weak, there was not a trace of malevolence in him.

Only then did he truly feel relieved.

He gave Li Wenya a few instructions, telling her to pay more attention in the future, and that if there were any simple matters, she could leave them to Jiang Feng to handle.

Anyway, that kid was really enjoying it and did a pretty good job of it.

As they were talking, Liu Zian walked over.

Before the lecture even began, they had already circled around to catch a glimpse of us.

Having heard the whole story, they wondered where this girl had come from.

He had no tokens of his identity and was questioned several times before falling unconscious, but he remained silent, so it was assumed that he was mute.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi simply nodded without saying a word.

After a few exchanges, an agreement was finally reached.

The person should stay at the Jiang family's house first, recover from their injuries, and then slowly inquire about their background and discuss their funeral arrangements.

At least accumulate some good karma, so you can have peace of mind in the future.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Yi ultimately decided not to mention the girl's slightly protruding forehead and unusual bone structure.

Now that the person has accepted it, the rest can wait and see.

With the agreement finalized, the young girl was considered to have settled down in the Jiang family.

The one who took care of her was naturally that kid Jiang Feng.

Jiang Rui would occasionally join in the fun, helping to fetch water and carry kettles, and he did it quite well.

But he was too young and had a restless nature. As time went on, he couldn't help but jump up and down.

Ultimately, it is Jiang Feng who should take care of such meticulous work.

That child was steady and diligent, and also had a keen interest in herbal medicine and pathology.

A pair of hands wrapped the bandage, the tightness just right, and even the knot was tied neatly.

As for feeding, watering, cleaning wounds, changing dressings and applying ointments... everything was done meticulously and methodically, without any hesitation or frivolity.

After a few days, the little girl on the bed finally calmed down.

No longer hiding, no longer struggling, just silently enduring, a faint trace of dependence appeared between her brows and eyes.

Like a lone little animal, though unwilling to get close, it has no longer been on guard.

(End of this chapter)