Traveling through the Immortal Realm: Starting from Becoming a Top-Level Furnace Cauldron

Spring, Year 682 of the Da Calendar.

Longhua State, southeast waterfront, Bobo Village.

A clear cry was heard.

"The baby's father, it's born, it's born!"

The midwife ran out of the house happily, with the blood on her hands still wet.

The dark-skinned man who had been exposed to wind and sun for many years finally relaxed his brow.

He stretched his neck and peered into the dark room: "Male or female."

"Oh, it's a boy," the midwife turned around and picked up a palm-sized baby from the crib and showed it to the man, "If I hadn't shown it to you, would I have shown it to you?"

The man looked at the child wrapped in the yellow cloth. He was small, thin, pink and naked, like a little mouse.

"well."

The wrinkles on the man's face smoothed out. His Zhang family finally had an heir.

There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and no one is the greatest.

The midwife carefully put the baby back and said to the man, "Go in and take a look! Mrs. Zhang has been calling you."

After hearing this, the man walked straight into the house. When he passed by the doll's bed, he held his breath and slowed down his pace.

"...I gave birth to a boy." The woman lying on the bed murmured weakly.

"I know, I saw it."

The man placed his rough hands on the woman's slender arms and rubbed them gently.

A tear rolled down the corner of the woman's dry eyes.

"You take a rest. I'll go buy some bones and make some bone soup for you," said the man.

"Don't buy it. I don't drink it. Aren't you going out to sea today?"

"If I don't go out, how can I go out while you give birth to a baby?"

Outside the house came the sound of waves hitting the rocks again and again.

The tide is rising.

A faint light filtered through the narrow window and into the salty and humid sea breeze.

The sea breeze wrinkled their faces, leaving them full of wrinkles.

The woman looked up at the rotten wooden beams on the roof and said blankly, "When it grows up, we'll hang a rope on the beam, tie a wooden basket, put a mat inside, and put yellow flowers on it..."

However, before the woman could continue.

The already weak breath began to gradually dissipate.

Pink Mouse started crying again.

Summer, 698th year of the Da calendar.

The little mouse grew up to be a young man.

Everyone in Bobo Village knows that the child of the Zhang family is smart and clever. Although he is young, he can already help the family with the livelihood, go fishing at sea, and share the family expenses.

He knew how to observe the color of the sea water and predict the movements of fish, and his fishing nets always came back fully loaded.

The villagers praised him endlessly, saying that he inherited his father's good swimming ability.

"Brother Xiaohai, what good stuff did you get today?"

The children in the village always liked to follow him, looking curiously at the fresh seafood in his hands.

The young man smiled and lifted the basket in his hand, revealing a few fish shining with silver light.

"We were lucky today and caught several delicious fish. I'll share some with you later."

After hearing this, the children's eyes lit up and they surrounded him happily.

Chirping.

So lively.

The young man was called Hai Ge'er by the villagers.

Hai Ge'er not only has superb skills at sea, but also has an excellent reputation in the village.

The fish basket in his hand was heavy.

Compared with the level of men ten years ago, it is only higher, not lower.

As the years passed, the already worn wooden beams of the small, dilapidated house became even more rotten, and the marks carved on the walls by the sea breeze became even deeper.

"We've already changed the boat nets three times this year."

The man's legs and feet no longer allowed him to go out to sea, so he could only hide in the small house every day, staring at the white waves on the beach through the creaking half wooden door.

Hai Ge'er put down the backpack, squatted down, passed over the man's empty left trouser leg, and massaged the atrophied calf on his right side.

"Dad, I caught a lot of fish today."

"Everyone in the village praises our fish."

"Big, fat, and meaty."

After hearing his words, the man finally showed a dry smile on his old face.

Having lived off the sea for most of his life, he was finally eaten by the sea.

The flathead sharks in the Southeast Sea love to eat people.

But if I eat it this time, I will never see the sea again in my next life.

"father."

Hai Ge'er knelt at the man's feet, calling out in a sweet voice.

"Hang up all the fish," said the man.

Hai Ge'er carefully put the fish on a rope and hung it under the eaves at the door.

"Go and kowtow to your mother." the man said again.

Hai Ge'er followed his instructions and walked to the corner of the room where his mother's spirit tablet was placed. He kowtowed gently.

The man looked up at the wooden beam that was about to break, and his thin lips fluttered gently like the wings of a butterfly.

He said.

When Hai Ge'er couldn't catch any fish, he would hang a rope on the beam.

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

Hai Ge'er pretended to be annoyed and cursed without meaning to.

The man seemed not to hear and continued to stare blankly at the wooden beam above his head.

There was no rope hanging on the beam.

Autumn, Year 701 of the Great Calendar.

The southeastern coast of Longhua State was attacked by Japanese pirates.

Countless coastal villages were massacred by the bloodthirsty bandits.

As the imperial court's reinforcements were slow to arrive, Bobo Village and nearby villages formed a self-defense force to resist the invasion of Japanese pirates.

"father!"

Hai Ge'er walked in from outside holding a harpoon.

It was still the familiar little shabby house, but it looked even more dilapidated due to the erosion of the sea breeze.

The man looked at his unharmed son and said nothing more.

"Didn't go fishing?"

Hai Ge'er threw the harpoon to the ground and rolled up his sleeves proudly.

There was a deep cut on it.

"I killed two pirates today!"

"Nonsense!——"

The man's eyes suddenly turned red. He struggled to stand up, but the emptiness in his lower body prevented him from getting up.

"What did I tell you?"

"But Dagen and the others have all gone."

"I told you to go fishing!——"

The man roared loudly, tilted his head, grabbed the water jar and smashed it at Hai Ge'er.

Hai Ge'er dodged nimbly and the jar hit the muddy ground, with fragments flying everywhere.

"If a man doesn't defend his country, what's the point of fishing?"

Noticing his son's uncontrollable emotions, the man softened his intention to continue insulting him.

"Hey, Xiao Hai'er is here too?"

The village chief suddenly appeared at the door, wearing a tattered jacket, which was warm enough.

"Go take the fish down, place it on the altar, and kowtow to your mother."

The man glanced at the village chief and told Hai Ge'er to do something.

Young Hai Ge'er couldn't stand his father's accusations, so he turned around silently, took the fish, and walked towards the altar.

For more than ten years, the altar was covered with a thick layer of dust, but the man never wiped it off.

Sometimes Hai Ge'er wanted to wipe it, but the man always scolded him harshly.

"Go out and get me some wine."

The man pointed to the wine jug on the ground.

Hai Ge'er looked at the man, then at the village chief, and finally went out.

The village chief walked into the house only after seeing Hai Ge'er leave.

"Let's ask our girl to go with your little Hai'er tomorrow."

"Two of us together."

"Maybe I'll be back late."

After hearing this, the man looked at the village chief with complicated eyes.

He glanced at the small bed beside him that had been empty for a long time.

There are yellow flowers embroidered on it.

The next day, the man asked Hai Ge'er to go out fishing early in the morning.

Hai Ge'er packed up his fishing nets reluctantly.

The village chief came last night and took away all the dried fish at the door, forcing him to go out to sea today.

The man also specified that he wanted to go south, a journey that would take two hours by water.

Just because he wanted to eat the fragrant bream which he hadn't eaten for a long time.

"If you want to eat me, go ahead and catch me, but why do you want me to bring the village chief's girl with me?"

Hai Ge'er stared with his eyes wide open.

He didn't know why his father made such a request.

"Just take it if you're told to."

The man was very stern and didn't allow Hai Ge'er to have any objection.

"By the way, go kowtow to your mother before you leave."

Hai Ge'er looked at the empty hemp rope on the eaves and cursed the village chief inwardly.

"I don't want it! If you give all the fish to others, what will my mother eat?"

After saying this, Hai Ge'er turned and left.

Taking the village chief's daughter with them, they boarded a fishing boat and headed south.

The sea surface was sparkling, and Hai Ge'er and the girl from the village chief's family looked at each other in silence.

"My father said that if I took your fish, I have to pay."

The girl blushed and handed the half-filled purse in her arms to Hai Ge'er.

"It won't take that much."

Hai Ge'er looked at the purse. The half bag of copper coins in it was enough for them to buy a new house.

"My father also said so."

"Let me listen to you in everything."

The girl lowered her head shyly and said nothing more.

Hai Ge'er stared blankly at the girl in front of him.

The sea breeze gently blew across their faces, bringing the salty and subtle fragrance of the sea.

The wind and waves in the South China Sea were particularly strong today. If Hai Ge'er had not been experienced and was able to steady the boat and support the girl, the boat would have been overturned.

"What bad luck! I just lost more than a dozen bream."

Hai Ge'er looked at the few remaining fish in the cabin with heartache.

The two men slowly walked back in the small fishing boat.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the sea, and the waves sparkle like broken gold pieces.

But there is red mixed in with the gold.

"Hai... Hai Ge'er..."

The girl had good eyesight. Looking at Bobo Village on the distant shore, she suddenly became speechless.

Hai Ge'er had just finished counting the fish in the net.

Look up.

There were corpses everywhere.

"father!--"

Hai Ge'er paddled towards the shore like crazy and ran towards his house in a heart-wrenching manner.

Half of the wooden door was ajar.

A hemp rope was finally tied to the wooden beam.

The dark-skinned man with a pale face hung there, motionless.

Hai Ge'er's tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. He rushed forward and held the cold ankle tightly with both hands.

"Dad, come down! Come down!"

Hai Ge'er was heartbroken, his shoulders trembled and his eyes blurred with tears.

But even after untying the rope, the man fell to the ground and was not breathing.

Hai Ge'er collapsed on the ground.

"father!"

The sound echoed in the empty room.

The girl stood outside the door, her eyes blurred with tears.

"Hai... Hai Ge'er..."

The girl stood at the door, tears in her eyes, and called Hai Ge'er's name in a choked voice.

"Everyone in the village is gone... I... I went home and saw... Dad's neck had been cut... His stomach had been ripped out..."

The girl's words drifted away in the wind, and Hai Ge'er's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

"My father...my father left a letter...it was placed under the crack of the table...and your name was written on it."

"Open it and read it to me."

Hai Ge'er is illiterate, and the only people in the village who have received an education are the village chief's family.

The girl carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the papers with trembling fingers.

[Hai Ge'er, the village has encountered this disaster, which is beyond human control]

[The Japanese pirates are in contact with demons, and the previous villages were all slaughtered]

They sent someone to say they would sacrifice a hundred people to provide enough food for the siren.

[Bobo Village refused, and they decided to massacre the entire village on a specific date.]

[There's no way to escape. The imperial army can't come down, and I can't defeat them myself. I might as well leave some of them alive to provide a backup for Bobo Village.]

[Since you are good at swimming, I discussed with your father and asked you to bring the girl with you]

[Inside my wallet is my life savings]

[Just consider it as the maid’s dowry]

Don't blame your dad

Hai Ge'er reached out and snatched the letter, holding it tightly.

The letter paper made a rustling sound.

"Hai... Hai Ge'er..."

The girl's voice became lower and lower, and she bit her lips hard.

Hai Ge'er looked at the memorial tablet in the corner, which had been ignored because no one took care of it and had escaped destruction by the Japanese pirates.

"Let's bury the remaining villagers."

Hai Ge'er held the man's body, and the girl held the woman's spirit tablet.

The two walked out of the house in a daze.

"boom--"

The rotten wooden beam finally broke.

The bed cloth embroidered with yellow flowers still could not be made into a cushion and was buried deep in the ruins.

The setting sun is like blood.

Reflecting the tearful faces of Hai Ge'er and the girl.

Winter, 705th year of the Da calendar.

Four years have passed since the Japanese pirates invaded.

The imperial court sent troops to suppress the coastal areas, and many monks fought against the sea monsters for a full two years.

"God have mercy on us! Our lady died!" the midwife cried to Hai Ge'er in sorrow.

Hai Ge'er seemed to have lost his soul.

The girl died of complications during childbirth.

"Where's the child? Where's the baby in your belly?"

The midwife covered the bloodstains on the bed with a rough piece of cloth.

The outline of the doll is vaguely visible.

don't cry.

The altar in the corner was engraved with the name of my mother, whom I had never seen before.

Hai Ge'er is illiterate.

He didn't know how to pronounce the words on it.

Now we need another spirit platform and engrave the girl's name on it.

Hai Ge'er can read now.

Spring, Year 706 of the Da Calendar.

Hai Ge'er sold the rest of his property and headed to Bobo Village alone.

No worries.

This road is actually slower.

After reconstruction, Bobo Village became a sea city to defend against small-scale looting by Japanese pirates.

The new mayor thought Bobo Village sounded bad, so he changed the name to Bobo Village, and then it became Bo City.

It turned out that the person who copied the city name was a half-baked scholar.

So it became Los Angeles.

The village is gone.

But the grave is still there.

Hai Ge'er followed his memory and found a large mound outside the city.

It was he and the girl who dug the soil and dug the hole bit by bit that prevented everyone from becoming wandering ghosts.

Hai Ge'er stood in front of the mound, holding two spirit tablets in his hands.

One piece is for the girl, and the other is for the mother.

"Hey, you're such a weird person, why are you walking towards this place?"

The children playing by stared at him and asked curiously.

"What's weird?"

Hai Ge'er looked at the child who was not afraid of strangers and asked back.

"This place is called Yehun Hill. Legend has it that there are many ghosts wandering around here. No one dares to stroll here at night." The child said playfully.

Hai Ge'er ignored what the child said, bent down, dug up the soil with his bare hands, and buried the two spirit tablets.

"Baby, let me ask you, is there any good place around here?" asked Hai Ge'er.

"A good place? What kind of a good place do you want?"

The child asked him with a smile.

"I know a good place."

"what?"

Hai Ge'er asked curiously.

"North of Longhua Country, Xuanyu attained enlightenment and founded the Divine Sect."

Hai Ge'er stared at the child in a daze, but the child smiled and stretched out his hand to him.

"I am the Taoist priest Dongduo of Xuanyu Sect."

"Would you like to be my disciple?"

Hai Ge'er was distracted and didn't say anything.

"What's your last name?" the child asked.

"……open."

Zhang Luocheng stood there in a daze.

"This place is called Luocheng, so I'll call you Zhang Luocheng."

"Remember, practitioners must not indulge in worldly thoughts."

"From today on, you will be my disciple of Xuandong Duo."