Chapter 54: Heaven can sit and watch, I will not sit and watch

  "Is it motherly love?"

  "A mother's love is like this, how can it be wasted?"

  "Heaven can see and I can see; Heaven can hear and I can hear."

  Ning Feng took a deep breath, his hands forming a tiger's mouth shape directly opposite Madame Mu's pair of hands, and shot out a golden light that only he himself could see.

  The next moment, a pale purple nine-orifice stone appeared, spinning and rotating between the palms of his hands, gradually becoming clearer, with invisible ripples spreading out, causing the air to ripple.

  Shu Bailin obviously saw something, but no matter how wide he opened his eyes, he couldn't see clearly. He instinctively felt that there was something, but his eyes told him there wasn't.

  "What's going on?"

  No matter how confused Shu Bailin was, Ning Feng's face showed determination, closed his eyes and recited silently in his heart.

  He wants to try it out.

  "Jiǔ Qiào Shí, suí wǒ xīn yuàn, yǐ jīn shuǐ wèi píng, mǎn zú zhè ge wěi dà mǔ qīn de zuì hòu yuàn wàng ba."

  Translation:

  "Nine orifices stone, follow my heart's wish, with golden water as proof, fulfill this great mother's last wish."

  Ning Feng muttered to himself, again and again.

  This is the only thing he can do.

  Time is slipping away bit by bit, and at this critical moment, every single grain of time is as precious as a life.

  At this moment, Ning Feng forgot the preciousness and importance of Jin Shui, forgot what was worth it or not, simply didn't want to let that great mother's great persistence be in vain at the last juncture.

  In the room, Mrs. Mu's entire upper body arched up, her mouth wide open in agony and unwillingness, emitting extremely heavy, unprecedented panting sounds.

  A long, drawn-out sigh, suspended for a long time, unwilling to exhale.

  Everyone who has experienced life and death separations knows that as long as a thought is so short, if this breath doesn't come up, it's a life forever gone.

  Suddenly——

  Suddenly, he opened his eyes with a jolt.

  The next moment, his entire face and person were bathed in a rich golden light, as if he had just stepped out of the sun, with his outstretched hands seeming to offer something.

  That is vitality, it's life.

  A golden light descended like a pillar and fell directly onto Mrs. Mu's body.

  A miracle has happened.

  "Baby! Baby!"

  Mrs. Mu's whole body tensed up, and she suddenly came to her senses, regained her strength, and tightly grasped her husband with her last bit of energy.

  "Wow~~~~"

  A loud wail shook the roof and moved people to tears.

  This is the fruit of a mother's hard work and persistence after struggling for a long time.

  Baby, born!

  "Madam, madam, have you seen? Our little treasure!"

  Mu Li cried and laughed, suddenly getting up and falling down, even he couldn't distinguish between sadness and joy, only knowing that at the first moment, he picked up the smooth child and put it into the pale-faced mother's arms.

  "How lovely! The baby is even lovelier, isn't he, husband?"

  Mrs. Mu didn't know where she got the strength from, propped herself up, held the baby in her arms, and eagerly fed her first mouthful of milk.

  "Yes, very pretty, she will definitely be as beautiful as her mother when she grows up."

  Mrs. Mu looked at her newborn daughter with satisfaction, and every cry was like heavenly music.

  "Husband."

  She raised her head, looked at Mu Li, and said with deep feeling: "I can't hold on anymore, husband, you should love her for me."

  Mu Li nodded heavily, with tears flowing, unable to speak a word.

  Baby.

  Mrs. Mu reluctantly placed the child in Mrs. Li's arms, her slender fingers brushing against the child's tender cheeks, her voice barely audible:

  "Baby, Mommy is telling you, you should also: take my place in loving him."

  After finishing speaking, Mrs. Mu leaned softly on the mat, her vitality rapidly disappearing, her eyes gazing at the roof, a satisfied smile hanging on her face, muttering to herself:

  "I did it!"

  Four words fell, and all hope was lost.

  Mrs. Mu took her last breath.

  The house was filled with wailing, Mu Li's, Lao Li's wife's, even the newborn baby girl's cry became loud and clear, as if she could understand that she had just come into this world and lost her mother.

  A great mother has passed away.

  Outside the window, Ning Feng slowly lowered his hands. He didn't go to see how much golden water was left in the Jiukong stone. It didn't matter anymore.

  He slowly let out a breath, without any regret.

  At this time, this place belongs to the Mu family, it is their joys and sorrows, their lives. Ning Feng and Shu Baili coincidentally moved away, leaving this place to them.

  Walking out of the courtyard, strolling in the county town at dusk, the two were silent for a long time.

  "Hello, brother."

  It was a long time before Shu Bailin finally spoke up: "You really have good skills, impressive."

  "It's great that you were born."

  Shu Bailin sighed, and a rare sentence came out of his mouth, without any flattering or sycophantic tone, full of sincerity.

  Ning Feng nodded silently.

  His expression was eerily calm, as if harboring a storm.

  Shu Bailin was still immersed in the greatness of motherly love, and all sorts of prejudices he had before turned into infinite admiration.

  "It seems there is no demon, only a great mother."

  "We're all just busy for nothing."

  "But it's okay, being able to see such great maternal love, what's a wasted trip anyway? You think so too?"

  Shu Bailin didn't get an answer and turned his head to look at Ning Feng with a strange gaze.

  The gentle breeze remained silent, step by step heading towards where the sunset fell.

  "What's wrong?"

  Shu Bailin inexplicably felt flustered and quickened his pace to catch up.

  "Do you know what tragedy is?"

  The two of them walked out of the county town in a line, Ning Feng raised his head, seemingly recognizing the direction.

  "Huh?"

  Shu Bailin was perplexed, his head in a fog, shaking his head like a drumstick.

  "Do you like watching plays?" Ning Feng clarified the direction and continued walking forward.

  "I like it."

  Shu Bailin replied honestly, he still doesn't know what Ning Feng is talking about or where he's going.

  "Plays that move people are often tragedies."

  Ning Feng walked and talked, and gradually, a "gurgling" sound of water came from the front, as if there was a river flowing.

  "If you like watching plays, then you must understand that what's called a tragedy is to first show you something beautiful and then destroy it before your eyes."

  Ning Feng's words were spoken in a very calm tone, but when they reached Shu Bailin's ears, she felt a chill run down her spine, as if the beautiful facade had been lifted to reveal the ugly truth beneath.

  "Motherly love is of course great."

  "But have you seen Mrs. Mu's situation? Do you think this is something an ordinary person can achieve?"

  The wind stopped him in his tracks, and he turned around to look into Shu Bailin's eyes, pouring out all the thoughts that had been accumulating along the way. His rapid speech seemed to contain considerable anger, not allowing anyone to interrupt or cut in.

  "A mother, persisting through hardships until the end, burning out her maternal love, just to give birth to her child."

  "This is wonderful, the most wonderful thing in the world."

  "What's next?"

  "Although it was premature, Mrs. Mu gave birth ahead of time; although he had held on until now, he just lacked the last bit of strength."

  "This is tragedy, taking beautiful things and destroying them before your eyes."

  "Ah!"

  Ning Feng's last laugh was not entirely sarcastic, nor was it entirely angry, like a volcano on the verge of erupting and destroying everything.

  "Ah!"

  Shu Bailin covered her mouth, stifling a scream.

  He understood.

  The wind has stopped, but there are still unspoken words, just not now, not here.

  "Let's go."

  "We're going to have a good meeting with that one who's putting on a show."

  The gentle breeze welcomes the sunset, and I walk with a peaceful stride.

  In front of it is a ruined temple!