Chapter 70: Daybreak

The town now resembled a sand table, crafted by a Da Li general, abandoned after the war's conclusion and carelessly covered with a black cloth.

Inside his home, Chen Ping'an lit an oil lamp and began to inventory his possessions. Three pouches of copper coins: one each of offering coins, spring festival coins, and charm coins. Another pouch was a gift from the Sui Dynasty prince, a token of gratitude for leading him to the golden carp. Gu Can had left behind two more pouches, payment for the mud snails.

As for the two pouches Chen Dui initially offered as thanks, Chen Ping'an, on his way out of the mountain, requested that Chen Dui pass them on to Liu Xianyang. Although puzzled, Chen Dui didn't refuse. Perhaps surprised by the alleyway youth's choice, or maybe in a good mood after a successful ancestral rite, Chen Dui, unusually, smiled and spoke heartfelt words, assuring Chen Ping'an that her promise, as a direct descendant of the Yingyin Chen clan, was worth far more than those two pouches of copper. Chen Ping'an remained skeptical, not fully trusting, though Ning Yao, upon hearing "direct descendant of the Yingyin Chen clan," privately told him to relax.

Master Qi gifted him four seals in two separate instances. The first two, "Peaceful Mind, Successful Intention" and "Chen Shiyi," were carved from Master Qi's private collection of snake-gallstone. The latter two were carved by Master Qi based on the snake-gallstone Chen Ping'an gifted him. One in small seal script, one in clerical script. Coincidentally, the two seals could be combined to form a landscape painting of green hills and clear waters, one robust, one delicate. Master Qi carved the characters "Mountain" and "Water" on each, respectively. According to Ning Yao, they could be considered a pair of "Mountain-Water Seals."

Chen Ping'an laid out Lu Daoren's two prescriptions, three sheets of paper, on the table.

Ning Yao had once criticized Lu Daoren's calligraphy for being bland and tasteless, devoid of humanity, talent, vigor, or any hint of immortal or Buddhist aura. Like a scholar in the mundane world, rigidly adhering to the formal style to cater to imperial examinations.

Chen Ping'an naturally couldn't discern the depth and skill in the young Daoist's calligraphy, nor would he disregard the three sheets of paper simply because Ning Yao's evaluation was unfavorable. Furthermore, Lu Daoren had said before leaving that books were scarce in the small town. If Chen Ping'an wanted to learn to write, he could start with his prescriptions.

Carefully, Chen Ping'an picked up the last sheet of paper. He had previously seen the vermillion inscription "Lu Chen's Edict" at the bottom but hadn't thought much of it. But now that he possessed four seals of his own, he found those few small characters particularly endearing. Chen Ping'an imagined that someday, when he had some spare money, he would buy a book, add it to his private collection, and then gently imprint "Chen Shiyi" in vermillion ink on the title page or the final page. The thought of this made him grin.

Soon, however, Chen Ping'an faced a dilemma. With seals, he needed ink paste. Next to the pastry shop in Riding Dragon Lane was a general store that sold everything. The sign read "Grass Head." Song Jixin and his maid, Zhi Gui, frequented the shop, buying writing supplies and desk ornaments there.

After hesitating, Chen Ping'an decided to wait until he could read and had encountered a book he truly loved before buying ink paste.

Besides, there was a sack of carefully selected snake-gallstones, seven or eight in total, each a different color, and despite being out of the water for so long, they still retained their vibrant hues. The sack lay open on the table, stones of various sizes - as large as a strong man's palm, as medium as a child's fist, and as small as a pigeon egg - nestled together, their appearance pleasing.

Chen Ping'an had originally hoped to give them to Liu Xianyang. Song Jixin, though a harsh-tongued scholar, had made a valid point, something about how the same small item, sold by a street vendor outside Mud Bottle Alley, might sell for a few coins with great effort, but placed in a cabinet at the Grass Head shop, it would fetch at least three or four taels of silver, take it or leave it.

Chen Ping'an thought Song Jixin's words made sense. The snake-gallstones would likely fetch only a pittance if sold in town. But if given to Liu Xianyang, who was going to the Yingyin Chen clan, even if he was cheated, he would get more money than Chen Ping'an ever could.

As for whether it was better to hold onto a thatched hut or help a friend win a mountain of gold, the choice was clear to Chen Ping'an.

Otherwise, why befriend Liu Xianyang?

Even though Liu Baqiao of Wind and Thunder Garden didn't seem like a bad guy, Chen Ping'an never took his brotherly overtures seriously.

Finally, Chen Ping'an picked up the jade hairpin. Master Qi said it was a common object, not a rare treasure, given to him by his teacher years ago.

Eight small characters were inscribed on the jade hairpin.

Ning Yao had explained the meaning of "Thinking of the Junzi, his virtue as warm as jade."

Junzi.

Although Chen Ping'an hadn't studied, he knew that this word must carry great weight.

Ning Yao's voice came from the doorway. "Why aren't you wearing that hairpin? If someone gives it to you, they naturally want you to use it."

Startled, Chen Ping'an looked up and asked, smiling, "What brings you here?"

Ning Yao sat across the table from Chen Ping'an, glancing at the hairpin in his hand. "I examined it carefully. It's just an ordinary hairpin. No hidden mechanisms. At first, I thought it was a miniature grotto-heaven."

Chen Ping'an was confused. "Huh?"

Ning Yao, looking at Chen Ping'an's "prized possessions," explained, "A grotto-heaven. Have you heard of that concept? Common people just think it's a figure of speech used by scholars. But there's much more to it. There are two types of grotto-heavens in the world. One is like the Lihzhu Grotto-Heaven we're in, which is one of the ten great grotto-heavens and thirty-six lesser grotto-heavens, the 'grotto-heaven blessed land' kind. Some have boundless territories, thousands or even tens of thousands of miles wide. Legend says the Dao Ancestor possesses a Lotus Grotto-Heaven, one of the thirty-six lesser grotto-heavens, but a single lotus leaf within is larger than your Da Li Dynasty's capital."

Chen Ping'an was surprised and doubtful. "Impossible, right?"

Ning Yao smiled, raised her thumb, and confidently pointed it at herself. "I don't believe it either, so I'll go see it myself one day and come back and tell you if it's true!"

Chen Ping'an whispered, "Those rare places, not just anyone can enter, can they?"Ning Yao chuckled, "Who do you think I am?"

Chen Ping An quickly changed the subject, "Miss Ning, please continue about the blessed land."

Ning Yao casually picked up a small and exquisite serpentine gallstone, peach-colored, and rubbed it in her palm, saying, "Any grand blessed land can connect heaven and earth, filled with spiritual energy. It is a veritable immortal's abode. Cultivators practicing within it achieve twice the result with half the effort. The masters of blessed lands are not those without great fortune; they have long been divided by the best of the Three Teachings and Hundred Schools, not allowing others to touch them. The thirty-six lesser blessed lands are somewhat like hidden secret realms, like a woman partially concealing her face behind a pipa. Among them, Peach Blossom Spring Blessed Land has the most pleasant scenery, Gale Wind Blessed Land is the most secluded and dangerous, and Luminous Pearl Blessed Land..."

Chen Ping An curiously asked, "What about our place?"

Ning Yao's lips curled up, and she extended two fingers, gently pinching, and said, "The smallest, just this big, a tiny place, not worth mentioning."

Chen Ping An simply sat cross-legged, lazily leaning on the table, then raised a fist, successively erecting each finger, and softly smiled, "But here, I met Mr. Qi, Old Man Yang, Liu Xianyang, Gu Can, and of course you, Miss Ning."

Ning Yao also smiled, "There's another type of lesser blessed land, which is a place for storing items. Buddhists have the saying 'mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru,' while Taoists have 'a universe in their sleeves,' and the other hundred schools each have their own sayings. The principle is 'a small space contains heaven and earth,' in short, it means that a tiny object can hold a lot of things, but compared to real blessed lands, this kind of treasure with the title 'blessed land' cannot hold living things. One of my mother's most valuable dowries used to be a jade bracelet, and the size of the blessed land inside was about the size of this house."

The straw sandal-wearing boy, ignorant of the vastness of the outside world, was somewhat disappointed, "So small? Look at a lotus leaf of the Taoist Ancestor, it's as big as a city."

Ning Yao became angry and embarrassed, leaned forward, and reached out to slap Chen Ping An's head. Chen Ping An quickly leaned back, dodging left and right.

Ning Yao tried several times without success. With a flash of inspiration, she pretended to throw the peach-colored serpentine gallstone in her hand.

Chen Ping An quickly panicked, "Don't throw it, don't throw it! If the edges and corners get damaged, we'll definitely earn a lot less copper coins!"

Ning Yao curled her lips, put down the serpentine gallstone, but suddenly raised her hand swiftly again.

Chen Ping An was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch.

With a 'thump', she heavily slapped the stone on the table, and Ning Yao burst out laughing.

Chen Ping An opened his eyes and said helplessly, "Miss Ning, can you not be so childish?"

Ning Yao raised a narrow eyebrow, and with a sweep of her elbow, the stone was swept off the table.

Chen Ping An scratched his head with both hands, looking distressed.

It's impossible to reason with Miss Ning.

Ning Yao giggled, and extended another hand from under the table. The stone that should have fallen to the ground was lying in her fair palm.

Chen Ping An still held his head in his hands, looking pitiful.

Ning Yao stopped teasing Chen Ping An and asked seriously, "What do you want to do in the future?"

Chen Ping An thought for a moment and honestly replied, "After helping Master Ruan finish those manual labor tasks, I want to go into the mountains to burn charcoal myself and also gather herbs to sell to the Yang family shop."

Ning Yao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then what about the Mountain-Moving Ape on Zheng Yang Mountain, the woman from the Xu family in Qing Feng City, True Lord of Interception Liu Zhimou, and the Yunxia Mountain and Old Dragon City behind Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua? What will you do? Where will you escape if they want to cause you trouble?"

Without waiting for Chen Ping An to speak, Ning Yao said sternly, "So, it was the right path for Taoist Lu to tell you to stay in the smithy, no matter what, even if you had to be shameless."

Chen Ping An said worriedly, "What if I cause a lot of trouble for Master Ruan?"

Ning Yao sneered, "Would a sage who presides over the operation of a lesser blessed land be afraid of these troubles?"

Chen Ping An nodded, "Then I'll ask Master Ruan later, tell him all the truth, and see if he's still willing to take me as a long-term apprentice."

Ning Yao propped her cheek with one hand and flipped through the serpentine gallstones with the other, saying, "In this small town, there's nothing that a bag of refined copper coins can't solve. If there is, then two bags will do."

Chen Ping An said with a sad face, "It pains my heart."

Ning Yao glanced sideways, "When you planned to give them all to Liu Xianyang, why didn't your heart ache?"

Chen Ping An shook his head, "That's different, they can't be compared."

Ning Yao rolled her eyes, "Which woman will be unlucky enough to become your wife in the future? I guess she'll want to slap you to death every day."

Chen Ping An said seriously, "If I really have a wife, it will be another matter. I'm not stupid, I won't let my wife be wronged."

Ning Yao looked disbelieving, full of sarcasm.

The charcoal-like boy folded his arms, sat cross-legged, rarely showing a bit of arrogance, and hummed, "If my wife is wronged, not to mention the old ape of Zheng Yang Mountain, even that Taoist Ancestor you mentioned, I will chop him to death! Whether I can chop him to death is another matter, but I'll chop him first!"

Ning Yao was very surprised, dumbfounded.

She had always felt that Chen Ping An was not a person with a tough temper, except for killing Cai Jinjian and fighting the Mountain-Moving Ape. Usually, Chen Ping An never seemed to get angry, and his temperament was not stubborn, a gentle and good temper.

If Fu Nanhua, Song Jixin, and other favored children of heaven said these words, Ning Yao would think it was a matter of course and not surprised at all. But coming from Chen Ping An's mouth, Ning Yao couldn't believe it, so she couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

Chen Ping An grinned and said, "My father only fought with someone once in his life, and it was for my mother, because someone in Riding Dragon Lane scolded my mother. My father couldn't stand it, so he went to beat them up badly. When he came back, my mother complained about him for a long time, but my father told me in private, whether you can win or not is one thing, whether you fight or not is another. What's the point of a man marrying a wife if he doesn't protect her?!"

Ning Yao asked strangely, "Hmm?"

Chen Ping An scratched his head, and said shyly, "My father is good at firing porcelain, but he's terrible at fighting. When he came home, he was bruised and swollen, beaten badly."

Ning Yao reached out and supported her forehead, not wanting to speak.

She was silent for a moment, then stood up and said, "Let's go, back to the shop."

Chen Ping An asked, "Should I see you to the entrance of Mud Jar Lane?"

Ning Yao said unpleasantly, "No need."Chen Ping'an didn't insist, only seeing Ning Yao to the courtyard gate.

Ning Yao didn't turn her head, knowing the youth still stood at the gate.

A good person, unburdened by dogma, possesses a heart exceptionally warm and radiant, like sun-facing flora.

This in itself is a beautiful thing.

The orphaned and helpless youth of Mud Bottle Alley, constantly demeaned by those outsiders as a "mud-legged, worthless life," an "ant digging in the dirt of the slums."

But the youth ultimately had his own life to live, and he yearned for his own well-being, not out of greed for luxury. In truth, the youth had been a child capable of enduring hardship since he was small. He simply thought that if his parents were aware in the afterlife, they would surely be at peace. Although the Chen family was only Chen Ping'an now, even a single person could live a good life, signifying that the family passed down from his parents was still worthwhile, even if only one person remained.

Even if he had money to buy Spring Festival couplets, the youth had to paste them up himself, with no one to tell Chen Ping'an if they were crooked or straight. The character "福" (fortune) pasted on the lintel required him to set up a ladder, with no one to support him.

A person lives a lifetime, responsible for their own life and death, not seeking anything from the heavens.

Therefore, such a person may seem to have a good temper, but in truth, their bones are exceptionally hard. Their fate will also be especially resilient.

The maiden, stepping out of Mud Bottle Alley, suddenly felt a sense of loss, and also guilt.

For her departure without farewell.

Chen Ping'an returned to the house, staring blankly at the oil lamp.

Dazed and confused, Chen Ping'an seemed to be neither asleep nor awake, neither dreaming nor not dreaming.

He seemed to have inexplicably walked to the southern end of the covered bridge, only vaguely remembering that the road was pitch-black, so dark that he couldn't even see a few feet ahead.

But as soon as he stepped onto the stairs, the world between heaven and earth suddenly burst into brilliant light.

Chen Ping'an walked hazily along the covered bridge, when suddenly, in the middle of the corridor, an incomparably dazzling, snow-white light burst forth, seemingly even more blinding than the previous light, containing an even more sublime intent of the Dao. Chen Ping'an's eyes were stinging with tears, but for some reason, he could see the strange scenery there even more clearly.

There stood a tall figure, with blurred features, in the midst of the covered bridge.

Somewhat similar to Master Qi whom Chen Ping'an first met in the alley, with flowing sleeves and a body as white as snow, like a deity or immortal.

But within the chaotic subconscious, like a wild horse unleashed, Chen Ping'an was certain that the figure before him was even more ethereal, as if he or she were even further removed from the mortal realm.

Chen Ping'an moved forward slowly, and he seemed to hear the murmurs of a fox spirit in his ear, bewitching the heart, "Kneel down, and you will be blessed with great fortune."

Then another person shouted with authority, intimidating the heart: "Mortal, kneel down at once!"

Yet another voice, neutral and composed, said calmly: "As a worldly person, you need to kneel to heaven, earth, ruler, parents, and teacher. What harm is there in kneeling once, in exchange for reaching the pinnacle of the Great Dao?"

And then, a voice, old and hoarse, spoke up, "This kneeling is equivalent to crossing the Bridge of Longevity, ascending the Azure Cloud Ladder, and crossing the Heavenly Trench. Do not hesitate, kneel quickly. If Heaven bestows, and you do not accept, you will suffer the consequences!"

A familiar voice urgently cried out, "Chen Ping'an, stop! Do not go forward, nor turn around, and most of all, do not kneel. Just stay where you are for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. With your mortal body, how much weight of divine qi and will can you bear? Do not defy the heavens..."

It sounded a bit like Old Yang's scolding and warning.

But the old man's voice grew lower and lower towards the end.

At the same time, someone said with a gentle smile, "Chen Ping'an, why not stand up straight and try taking a few steps forward?"

This sounded like Master Qi.

Chen Ping'an straightened his back instinctively, stopped walking, and looked around with bewildered eyes.

He only knew that he had many questions to ask Master Qi.

Many chaotic voices rose and fell, "This is Ma Kuxuan's deserved opportunity! You kid, get out of here!"

"Even if Ma Kuxuan can't get it, it should fall into the hands of that celestial being, Ning Yao. What are you?"

"Your branch of the Chen family is a pile of mud that can't be plastered on the wall, its incense should have been cut off long ago. How dare you covet divine objects, shameless little bastard!"

"Chen Ping'an, aren't you very concerned about Ning Yao and Liu Xianyang? Turn around and go back to the town, leave the opportunity to your friends, wouldn't that be better? Qi Jingchun has already used his death to exchange for the peace and stability of you mortals. From now on, live a life of ease as a wealthy man, marry and have children, and there will be an afterlife, wouldn't that be great?"

"Dare to take another step forward, and you will be ground to ashes!"

Chen Ping'an took a step forward.

The covered bridge shook violently.

Heaven and earth were silent, and the noise ceased.

There was sighing, fear, panic, awe, regret, a jumbled mess.

After Chen Ping'an took one step, he naturally took a second step forward. Only then did he realize that Master Qi was walking alongside him.

The entire covered bridge and everything outside it suddenly became pitch black again.

The youth had stopped crying due to the light when he paused earlier, but now he suddenly choked up for no reason. With a flash of insight, he asked, "Master Qi, are you leaving?"

"Yes, I'm leaving. There are too many people outside who want me dead, and I have no choice."

"Master Qi, who are we going to see?"

"Not 'we,' it's you. You are going to see... an old man?"

With a loud bang,

Master Qi seemed to have been knocked away, but Master Qi laughed heartily instead. Finally, he did not forget to say in a deep voice, "Chen Ping'an, the Great Dao is at your feet, go!"

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, raised his foot, and prepared to take the third step.

A voice from a very distant and high place instantly pierced through layers of heaven and earth, and said with a smile, "Things should not be done more than three times, enough is enough."

Someone on the covered bridge then snorted coldly.

Chen Ping'an suddenly woke up and found 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