You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

Mrs. Hong was taken aback at first, then her eyes reddened, but she smiled.

Her smile held a mixture of joy and sorrow, as if someone she had been waiting for had finally returned, but who no longer recognized her.

"My husband, I am your wife! Do you even know who you are?"

"Madam?" Niu Lanshan tilted his head, as if he was trying hard to recall something, or as if he was trying to understand what the word "Madam" meant.

He thought for a while and then said, "I am Niu Lanshan, a star deity born in heaven. Isn't my wife a fairy from heaven? You are not my wife."

Hong's smile was slightly helpless.

Niu Lanshan thought for a moment, then his expression suddenly brightened, like a child who had solved a difficult problem. With a hint of pride, he said, "I know, you are my mom."

Hong: "..."

The servants around him kept their heads down, eyes downcast, not daring to utter a sound.

However, Niu Lanshan is indeed in much better condition than before.

He used to either fall into a deep sleep or wake up with a vacant stare and talking to himself, like a shell whose soul had been taken away.

Now, although he can't recognize people and speaks incoherently, at least there's light in his eyes!

Even if that light is confused, disordered, and mistakes the lady for the mother, it is still the light of the living!

Hong turned around and faced Qi Fei.

Her expression changed from being both amused and exasperated to becoming solemn. She bowed slightly, her tone filled with heartfelt respect.

"Master, what's wrong with him?"

Qi Fei glanced at Niu Lanshan and said truthfully, "I've eliminated the root cause of his illness, but he's been sick for too long. His cognition and thinking have changed, and... I can't cure him right now, I'm sorry."

He was telling the truth. It seems that Niu Lanshan was affected by the battle between the cultivators and the cat demon, which is why this happened.

When he said "sorry," there was a hint of apology in his voice.

He doesn't feel ashamed that he can't be cured.

Niu Lanshan was already tugging at Hong's sleeve, swinging it around like a child: "Mom, I want to eat something good, I'm hungry."

Hong was shaken so badly that she swayed and reached out to steady him while turning to instruct the servants to prepare food.

The servant accepted the order and was about to turn around when she called him back and whispered a few words of instruction.

A short while later, the servant brought over a plate of silver.

"Although I haven't cured my husband, he's much better now." She took the plate of silver, held it with both hands, and presented it to Qi Fei, bowing slightly with a sincere attitude. "It's just a small token of my appreciation, thank you, Master."

The plate of silver was gleaming white, but Qi Fei glanced at it without reaching out to take it.

"No reward without merit, no payment without a cure. I know someone," Qi Fei said, "if he's willing to help, your husband should be able to recover."

Hong stared intently at Qi Fei, her voice slightly strained with urgency: "Who is it? Please tell me, Master."

Qi Fei told her the location of the beggar.

If a cultivator uses ordinary people's understanding as an "anchor" and forcibly uses magic to change Niu Lanshan's understanding into that of ordinary people, it is not impossible.

Qi Fei couldn't do such a thing at the moment; the only beggar he had ever seen before possessed such magical power.

"Don't underestimate him just because he's a beggar," Qi Fei cautioned. "He's a highly skilled person."

He looked into Hong's eyes, thought for a moment, and then added, "When you see him, tell him that your husband and you are suffering in misery, and beg him to save you."

"If he takes pity on you, your husband will be saved."

The beggar said he wanted to relieve the suffering of all living beings. I suppose it would be possible for the Hong family to ask him for help?

Qi Fei himself wasn't sure, but begging the beggar was the only way for Hong Shi to help her husband Niu Lanshan regain his senses.

Hong recited the location twice to memorize it, and then bowed deeply to Qi Fei.

She didn't mention the plate of silver again, because she knew that such a person couldn't be appeased with money.

As she straightened up, she whispered, "The Niu family will remember the Master's great kindness."

Qi Fei waved his hand, saying nothing more. He turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate.

He came to exorcise the evil spirit, but although he did, he wasn't completely cured, so he wouldn't accept any reward money.

I had been casually exorcising evil spirits along the way, but I never expected to encounter such a troublesome one this time.

After Qi Fei left, Madam Hong handled the household affairs swiftly and efficiently, such as instructing the servants to cook some of Niu Lanshan's favorite dishes.

Afterwards, she went back to her room and changed into a simple outfit. She even took out the silver hairpin from her hair and simply tied her hair into a bun with a strip of blue cloth.

She went out alone.

Following Qi Fei's directions, she crossed several streets and turned several corners, finally finding the beggar Qi Fei had mentioned in a patch of mud at a street corner.

The beggar was shirtless, covered in mud, and his messy hair, like a clump of withered grass, covered most of his face.

He sat against the wall, his back against the bricks, his knees slightly bent, and he was clutching half a piece of dry food in his hand.

His eyes were closed; it was unclear whether he was asleep or dozing off.

Hong stopped a few steps away and looked down at the filthy beggar.

Pedestrians occasionally walked by on the street, some glancing at her with puzzled expressions, but Mrs. Hong ignored them.

Those who believe will not doubt, and those who doubt will not believe. She gritted her teeth, clenched her sleeves, bent her knees, and knelt down in the mud.

Her skirt was soaked in the muddy water, leaving a wet patch. She didn't care.

She bowed down, her forehead touching the muddy ground, and said respectfully, "This humble woman, Hong, greets the Immortal Master. I beg the Immortal Master to have mercy and save my husband."

The beggar's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened them.

His eyes were cloudy and unfocused. He asked, "Who are you?"

After hearing this, Hong did not get up. Her forehead was still pressed against the muddy ground, and her voice carried both respect and a hint of despair:

"My husband and I are drowning in a sea of ​​suffering. We beg the immortal master for mercy to help us escape this sea of ​​suffering."

The beggar was silent for a moment, then he moved.

He slowly sat up straight, placed the half-eaten ration on his lap, and rested his hands naturally on his knees. He was no longer a lazy beggar leaning against the wall, but a practitioner sitting cross-legged.

Similarly, the Buddha statues in a Buddhist temple.

He straightened his back, a faint pity in his eyes, and looked at Madam Hong, asking, "Are you truly sinking into a sea of ​​suffering?"

"Yes." Mrs. Hong's voice trembled, but the two words were firm and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

She knew she had finally found the right person!

The beggar then asked, "Then...did you hear the bell?"

Mrs. Hong looked up at him blankly: "What bell?"

"Listen, the bells of Alaya!"

Before he could finish speaking, a bell tolled in Hong's heart.