Chapter 808
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Wang Feiyin couldn't stand it anymore, so he pressed them down one by one onto the grass, then glared at Pan Yun, who was sitting motionless with her eyes glazed over: "You're the first person to get dizzy from flying yourself!"
Pan Yun pointed to the sky and said, "Isn't the goal to come back before the sun completely sets?"
Wang Feiyin corrected the direction of her finger: "The sun is over there."
Pan Yun simply lay down and said listlessly, "Senior Brother, we're counting on you for dinner. We're all too weak to move."
Wang Feiyin was not in a hurry. He sat cross-legged beside them and said, "I can wait. You'll be ready in a quarter of an hour."
Everyone lay quietly, and Wang Feiyin's voice came through their ears: "You must feel the earth beneath you, use your consciousness to feel it. Your heads are pressing on the grass, your palms are pressing on the soil, your lower backs, buttocks, thighs, calves, and heels are all pressing on the earth. Lower your consciousness, and you will see the grass roots, feel the earth's force, spreading outwards. All around you are trees, mountains..."
As their breathing evened under his voice, Pan Yun even drifted off to sleep. She felt someone dig a hole beside her and plant her in it. She was like a seed standing upright in the soil, with a constant flow of earth's force surging towards her. Receiving this force, she began to sprout, emerging from the soil. Her vision suddenly opened up, and she saw a vast expanse of green and yellow earth, growing taller and taller until she could see trees, a Taoist temple directly in front of her, then a cliff, and the surrounding mountain peaks…
Finally, she looked up at the sky and saw white clouds and sunshine.
Pan Yun suddenly opened her eyes, and there she was again, the sky was the sky, the earth was the earth, and the tree branches were swaying gently in the breeze.
The others opened their eyes one after another and sat up from the ground. Wang Cong murmured, "How strange, I feel like I've been buried, and I can't breathe for a moment."
Miaohe: "I dreamt that I turned into a bird. Wow, my cultivation level has increased."
Wang Cong immediately checked his cultivation level and was overjoyed: "I've increased too!"
Everyone else received some benefit, but Xi Jin was still clutching his head and complaining of a headache.
Wang Feiyin then gave him a pill and told him to continue lying down, before scanning everyone with his eyes.
He nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, everyone has made progress, so this fainting spell was worthwhile."
He hugged the stick, his eyes crinkling with a smile: "Let me see who this little kid is. How is he so amazing? I think you recovered the fastest just now."
The mallet didn't sense any malice and had gotten used to being around humans during this time. Plus, Wang Feiyin kept praising him, so he let him hold him and sat in his lap with a smug look on his face, saying, "The land is my home. As long as I touch the soil, I can feel the earth's strength and recover quickly."
Wang Feiyin gently stroked him: "Amazing, amazing, no wonder you are the King of Ginseng."
Bangchui hadn't been praised like this in a long time, and he held his chin high, overjoyed.
Pan Yun stared blankly, knowing that they wouldn't be getting any ginseng bathwater for a long time.
She glanced sympathetically at Miaohe and Tao Yanbai, stood up, brushed the bits of grass off her clothes, and said, "Let's go cook."
With everyone's efforts, a sumptuous meal was prepared and served half an hour later.
Xi Jin looked embarrassed: "I'm a servant, these things should be done by me, but I didn't do anything tonight..."
Wang Feiyin didn't do anything either. He just sat on the edge of the cliff with the stick in his arms, enjoying the breeze. Hearing this, he gently patted his head and said, "We Taoists believe in the equality of all things, and people are no exception. If you're not feeling well, just leave these things to them and get some rest."
He laughed and said, "This is a Taoist temple, so everything follows the customs of my Taoist school. There are no servants or masters here."
Xue Shao, who was working hard with Pan Yun digging for wine, nodded in agreement: "Yes, you should rest well. In the mountains, you'll listen to Abbot Wang." Wang Feiyin smiled, stroking his beard, about to preach some Taoist ideas, when he glanced at Pan Yun raising his hoe high. He jumped up in fright and shouted, "Pan Yun! Stop!"
Pan Yun abruptly stopped her exertion: "You scared me! What are you doing, Senior Brother?"
"What are you trying to do! There's wine down there, wine! What if you smash the wine jars if you keep throwing this?"
Pan Yun glanced at the depth: "It's still a long way off. I buried it myself, and I buried it very deep."
Wang Feiyin looked a little uncomfortable, but insisted, "Better safe than sorry. Start from here and carefully pry it open with your hands!"
Pan Yun looked at him quietly until he looked away, then asked softly, "Senior Brother, you didn't steal some wine while we were away, did you?"
When Wang Feiyin's gaze shifted, Pan Yun understood.
She snorted, dropped the hoe, and began digging the ground with a stick and her hands.
She and Xue Shao dug for less than fifteen minutes before they found the wine jar.
The two dug down along the jar and soon pulled out a wine jar with a long belly.
This is the wine that Tao Ji brought back last year. It is said to be the medical fee for a kind person who had been treating him for ten years.
The wine was exquisite; the patient couldn't afford the consultation fee, so they used this jar of wine to pay for the medical expenses.
After Tao Ji brought it back, Pan Yun buried it in the ground himself. At that time, they had just returned from Quanzhou and were still filled with grief. So many villagers had been slaughtered, and they were not in the mood to drink, so they buried the wine.
Pan Yun opened the seal, and the clear, fragrant aroma of the liquor wafted out. Pan Yun took a deep breath and exclaimed in delight, "It smells so good!"
Even Pan Yun, who doesn't like wine, said it smelled good, so it must be a very good wine.
Xue Shao brought over a wine pot, and the two of them carefully poured out a pot of wine. Wang Feiyin said from the side, "Pour out more. Cong'er, Miaozhen, and Miaohe all like good wine. I think young friend Xue is also a man of passion. Tonight is the perfect time to drink heartily. Pour out two more pots of wine."
Pan Yun did not refuse, but asked, "What about Third Senior Brother and Fourth Senior Sister? Haven't they returned yet?"
Wang Feiyin sighed, "Alas... young people only care about their careers; they don't even remember the elderly left behind at home. Thinking back to yesterday, Lunar New Year's Eve, thousands of lights were lit down the mountain, but not a single one was left on for me. The mountain was deserted, with only a few chickens for company..."
Pan Yun nodded: "Third Senior Brother and Fourth Senior Sister haven't returned. They must be tied up with something again. Eldest Senior Brother, are they looking for something?"
Wang Feiyin paused subtly for a moment, then said normally, "What could they possibly be looking for? It's just training. It's normal for cultivators to go on training for three to five years, or even thirty to fifty years, without returning home..."
Pan Yun: "You were just crying and complaining that we wouldn't come back for the New Year."
“…Sigh, I’m getting old and I like to nag. You don’t have to take it to heart. If you ever get to a crucial point in your lives, you don’t have to rush back for the New Year,” Wang Feiyin said. “For example, there’s something important going on in Ji’an this time. You don’t have to rush back. Just finish what you’re doing. As long as you have me in your hearts, I’ll be very happy.”
Pan Yun: "How did you know we were in Ji'an?" (End of Chapter)