Creation Little Five settled down in the Chen Family residence, his heart gradually growing restless.
"Two days, at most two days! Within these two days, I must kill Little Ten and burn him for my father!"
His handso face twisted into a ferocious snarl as he followed Chen Shi to steal lons from Old Lady Wu Zhu’s field, thinking to himself, "First I’ll kill Chen Shi, then that cursed mutt! Should I kill that kid called Li Tianqing? No need to kill him for now, he can do laundry, I’ll spare his dog life to wash my clothes, if they’re not clean, then I’ll kill him!"
He was getting a little excited thinking about it: "What about Wu Zhu? To kill or not to... Hmm, if I kill Wu Zhu and this old hag goes to the underworld, my father would surely be displeased, blaming for being unfilial, offering him an old..."
After careful consideration, he decided not to kill after all, sparing Wu Zhu her dog life.
"Squat down!" Chen Shi whispered.
Creation Little Five hurriedly squatted down, and the two crouched in the lon field, watching quietly.
They saw Old Lady Wu Zhu, as if sensing sothing, patrolling the lon field.
Creation Little Five’s heart began to thump wildly, feeling this scene was sowhat like when he and his father, Chen Yindou, were in the Ghost God Domain at Despair Slope, hiding from the Heavenly Gods’ patrols—how thrilling it was.
Beneath the gigantic statue of Despair Slope, he and his father hid like mice, while those colossal Heavenly Gods, with their piercing glances, shone down upon them, occasionally sticking their heads beneath the statue to search for their trails!
Ard with her walking stick, Old Lady Wu Zhu patrolled her lon field just like a Heavenly God of Despair Slope, giving him the sa rush!
Suddenly, Old Lady Wu Zhu laughed, "It’s just a coon. I thought it was Scholar Chen. Shoo, shoo, go away! If Scholar Chen sees you, you’ll be on the table tonight!"
Old Lady Wu Zhu chased the coon away from the lon field.
Chen Shi and Creation Little Five each held a waterlon, carefully walking out of the lon field.
The coon ca back to steal lons and was t by Scholar Chen, who sprang forward and punched it to death, carrying it ho.
Chen Shi handed the coon over to Black Pot to clean and skin, then made dinner, and later he and Creation Little Five went out again to fish at Yudai River.
However, there weren’t many fish in the river, and for a long ti no fish took the bait.
Creation Little Five, with little patience, raised his hand and sent a thunderbolt into the river, instantly causing hundreds of fish to float up belly-up.
They hurried to collect the fish, and Chen Shi said, "There are too many fish, let’s pick them all up and give them to the villagers."
Creation Little Five, perplexed, asked, "Why give them away? Is there any benefit?"
Chen Shi explained, "It’s like tending a lon field; you need to fertilize, weed, and aerate the soil, and water diligently, so the lons grow better and you get more. It’s the sa with the villagers; you can’t drain the pond to catch all the fish. You can’t exploit the villagers all at once. From ti to ti, you give them a bit of benefit, so fish, a cow, or a pig, then the villagers have more motivation, and they flourish better. That way, when it’s ti to exploit the villagers, you can reap more benefits."
Creation Little Five was taken aback and wanted to argue, but what he said made sense.
"What perverse nonsense!" he thought after a mont but still dismissed it disdainfully.
The two collected the fish and went door to door distributing them.
The villagers, seeing the village bully coming to give them fish, were terrified and grateful, thanking him profusely while Chen Shi borrowed so green onions and coriander, then they went ho. The mutt had already stewed the coon, and Li Tianqing was tending the stove.
"Tonight’s the night I can make my move!"
Creation Little Five thought, "In the dead of night, I’ll first kill Little Ten, then the mutt, and then send the whole village to join my father in the underworld, leaving only Old Lady Wu Zhu behind!"
He thought of the happy prospect, his eyes narrowing into a smiling squint, his face wearing a smile.
Chen Shi saw him smiling and felt happy too.
Co evening, Chen Shi released Sangyu, still assigning her to guard Huangpo Village.
Yet Sangyu was sowhat reluctant, for staying atop Chen Shi’s shrine was quite comfortable. Sitting there, she basked in the incense smoke and bathed in the Heaven and Earth Righteous Qi all around her, which also boosted her cultivation significantly.
Returning to the tree didn’t afford such luxuries.
"I wonder if the young master will take into his temple tomorrow," she thought quietly to herself.
Nevertheless, upon seeing Creation Little Five, Sangyu was puzzled, "Why is he here?"
While others may not recognize Creation Little Five, she did.
As the godmother of Huangpo Village, she had seen Creation Little Five visit many tis, naturally distinguishing him from Chen Tang.
But since she had never heard of any wrongdoing from Creation Little Five, she didn’t mind.
After dinner, Creation Little Five helped wash pots and pans, seeing Chen Shi still busy. Chen Shi was preparing various herbs, dumping them into a pot, which made Creation Little Five wonder, "What is he doing? No need to care about his actions; my heart is steel, and tonight I’ll send him to see my father!"
Then he saw Black Pot tending the fire at a small stove, also preparing dicine, which puzzled him even more.
Once Black Pot finished boiling the dicine, Chen Shi picked up the basin full of the dark, oddly-slling concoction and gulped it down eagerly.
"He’s quite gourt."
Seeing this, Creation Little Five inwardly praised, "When roasting a goose, you first prepare the seasoning and stuff it inside while the goose is alive, marinating from the inside out. He knows how to marinate himself."
Chen Shi ladled out the water from the big pot and poured it into a large tank, which was also set over a fire.
He stripped off his clothes and subrged himself in the dicine, while Black Pot stoked the fire beneath the tank.
Creation Little Five grew even more satisfied, "Marinating from the inside is good, but also from the outside, so the flavor is just right when consud."
Suddenly, he noticed the blue ghostly handprint on Chen Shi’s chest, took a pause, and approached to inquire, "Little Ten, what’s this handprint on your chest all about?"
Touched by his concern, Chen Shi, wanting to remain stoic, eventually softened and explained, "It’s my illness. Haven’t I been dead for ten years? After coming back to life these past two years, I often get sick. Every night, I need to boil dicine; otherwise the blue ghostly hand on my chest acts up, gripping my heart tightly, and I’ve died many tis. Luckily, my grandfather is at ho to revive ."
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