[Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction] I Raise A Ying in Yiling

Wei Chaoyan, holding something in her hand, walked to her room door with a stiff face. She stood there for a while, then raised her sleeve to wipe away all the tears and snot from her face and rubbed her face to make herself look more natural so as not to scare her younger brother and the others.

She lowered her sleeves, gently pushed open the door, forced a smile, and walked in, saying softly, "Qingyan, Qiye, have you been waiting long? Look what good things your older sister brought back. Let me see if you two behaved and stayed in your rooms playing this afternoon..."

"Sister, what's wrong?" Perhaps it was her hoarse voice and swollen eyes that made Qi Ye sensitively sense that something was wrong with her, and she immediately asked with concern.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Under Qi Ye's "you can't fool me" look, Wei Chaoyan gave a dry laugh and stammered somewhat awkwardly, "It's really nothing, it's just, uh, I was just startled by a crazy dog ​​on the street."

Under Qi Ye's incredulous gaze, Wei Chaoyan bristled a little: "Yeah, that dog was a bit big and fierce. The way it ran past me was so scary. I thought it was chasing me, so I was a little scared. Cough cough, that's it!"

Qi Ye nodded knowingly, took the candied hawthorn and toys, and went to play with Qing Yan, who was lying on the bed. Seeing that Qi Ye had been fooled by her half-hearted explanation, Wei Chaoyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She sat listlessly in the chair, not wanting to do anything, just staring blankly at the two playing on the bed.

After an unknown amount of time, the room became completely dark. Wei Chaoyan only came to her senses after Qi Ye called out to her repeatedly. She quickly grabbed a candle and lit it. Once the room was bright again, Qi Ye tugged at my sleeve and pointed to Qingyan, who was rubbing his eyes on the bed, indicating that they were sleepy and wanted to go to bed.

Wei Chaoyan immediately went out and called the waiter to bring up three basins of hot water, which were quickly brought up. Wei Chaoyan picked up a towel and first wiped Xiao Qingyan's face, washed his hands and feet, took off his outer clothes and trousers, and tucked him into the quilt. She then did the same for Qi Ye. Afterwards, she quickly washed up with the last basin of hot water, took off her clothes, and went to bed.

After coaxing her two younger brothers to sleep, Wei Chaoyan lay in bed with her eyes open, unable to fall asleep no matter what. The image of little Wei Ying struggling desperately under the claws of vicious dogs at dusk kept replaying in her mind.

Yes, she was certain that the pitiful boy she had met not long ago was the little Wei Ying she was looking for! Not only because his experiences were very similar to those described in the book (his parents died in Yiling after exorcising evil spirits, he lost his parents at the age of four and wandered the streets, and was also unlucky enough to fight with vicious dogs for food from time to time), but also because his face and those signature peach blossom eyes were exactly the same as the one she had seen a year ago. Although he had lost a lot of weight and his face was dirty from wandering for so long, his main features and eyebrows and eyes had not changed much; and there was also the way he called himself in fear - "A-Ying".

Yes, she found him, but given the current situation, she couldn't possibly take him home and raise him as she wished. Although she had memories of over twenty years from her previous life, she was still a novice with little social experience. Faced with this harsh reality, she was truly helpless!

She truly couldn't think of a way to successfully rescue Wei Ying from his misery without alerting the bully Wang! Wei Chaoyan lay on the bed, frantically tearing at her long, thin hair, unable to come up with a solution for a long time.

But could she just stand by and watch little Wei Ying suffer until he was nine years old and Jiang Fengmian found him? No, she refused!

She considered many solutions, but they were either inappropriate or too outrageous, so she rejected them all. After agonizing for a long time, Wei Chaoyan suddenly sat up in bed, deciding not to waste any more time thinking and instead to check on little Wei Ying's condition when it was quiet at night.

Wei Ying must have been seriously injured by evening. He should take some medicine to clean his wounds and apply it. If he has a fever, he should ask a doctor to prescribe medicine to lower his temperature. He also shouldn't forget to bring some food and blankets; Wei Ying must be cold and hungry right now...

The more she thought about it, the more restless she became. Wei Chaoyan quickly got up and dressed. By the bright moonlight outside the window, she took out her father's homemade medicine powder (which had excellent hemostatic and wound-healing effects), several thick clothes from Qiye, a thick quilt, a small crossbow for self-defense (made by her all-powerful father for her), and some loose silver (she planned to exchange it for some hot food in the inn's kitchen).

After carefully checking several times and finding nothing missing, I wrapped it in a large bundle (except for the thick quilt) and stuffed it back into my storage bag (of course, the crossbow for self-defense was kept in my sleeve). I took the loose silver and quietly opened the door, went to the inn's kitchen, and secretly handed the money to the night watchman in exchange for a food box containing several steaming meat buns and a bowl of hot porridge.

Carrying the food box, Wei Chaoyan carefully walked out of the inn. Then, she stood alone and bewildered on the streets of Yiling, not knowing where to look for the injured little Aying.

After an awkward silence, Wei Chaoyan desperately tried to recall which way little Wei Ying had been chased by the dog that evening. She gestured left and right for a while, then decided to head towards the right rear of the inn. There was no particular reason, just a strange intuition, as if someone was guiding her in that direction—at the end of that path, she could find the person she was looking for.

Following her intuition, Wei Chaoyan carefully carried the food box and walked for about half an hour. Suddenly, she stopped, as if she had discovered something.

Using the skills she had learned from her father to evade prey, Wei Chaoyan nimbly and quickly dodged behind the nearest wall, steadying her breathing as she cautiously peeked out to observe what lay ahead. Not far away, perhaps near the edge of Yiling Town, was a relatively remote area with few inhabitants; a large expanse of land contained only a small, half-collapsed temple buried in waist-high weeds.

Logically, such a desolate, dilapidated temple should be deserted except for a few homeless beggars. Yet, late at night, the temple was filled with the rustling sounds of people moving about. Wei Chaoyan vaguely sensed that all these commotions might be related to Wei Ying, so she tried even harder to conceal her movements and strained her ears to hear what was happening.

Wei Chaoyan listened intently, but could only vaguely make out some fragmented words.

"Grandma Yang, hold this child gently, be careful not to hurt him," a rough male voice said in a low voice.

"Oh, what a tragedy! Such a young child has been bitten so deeply!" The old, gentle female voice said with pity. "Old Man Wen, is your medicine working? Why hasn't the child's fever gone down yet?"

"What's the use of rushing?!" A calm male voice said unhurriedly, "This child was bitten too badly by the dog during the day and was greatly frightened. No matter how good the medicine is, it won't work this quickly."

"Alas, when will this child's suffering ever end!" the old, gentle woman lamented.

After a long while, no sound came from the dilapidated temple. Wei Chaoyan was about to get closer to take a look when a male voice interrupted her impulse.

"Alright, stop complaining. Xiao Liu, once you've started the fire, help Granny Yang back home. It's getting late, don't stay any longer," a steady male voice urged.

"No, I'm not comfortable with that. I want to stay with this child."

"No, you don't want to," the steady male voice refused. "Do you want to attract the attention of that 'vicious dog' by making too much noise?"

"We can't just leave you here alone, what if you get discovered?" the elderly woman said hesitantly.

"It's alright, it's no big deal that I've been discovered," a calm male voice reassured them. "After all, my surname is Wen, and I'm a fairly skilled doctor." Indeed, they had just remembered that most of the immortal masters residing in the town's censorate were surnamed Wen. Although Doctor Wen had no connection to them, he could still be of some help to them in crucial moments.

Thinking of this, the other two left their belongings at the temple and instructed Doctor Wen, who was left to guard the child, to keep a close eye on him. They then left one after the other. Before they left, Doctor Wen told them to go back and tell the others in town who hadn't come that they shouldn't worry—he was watching over the child, and nothing serious would happen.

By the moonlight, Wei Chaoyan carefully observed the people emerging from the dilapidated temple: a tall, burly middle-aged man and a kind-faced, simply dressed woman in her fifties. Wei Chaoyan didn't recognize the woman, but the man surprised her greatly—it was the butcher from the meat stall who had stood idly by during the evening's farce!

Even after they had all left, Wei Chaoyan was still in a daze. She seemed to understand what Liu Yaren meant by his earnest words in the private room.

Indeed, in the original novel, Wei Ying was only about four years old when he first started wandering. If no one had helped or taken care of him, how could he have survived those five years of wandering until he was found by Jiang Fengmian when he was nine years old? Moreover, he was often injured by vicious dogs. If no one had given him medicine to treat his injuries, he would have died long ago due to the worsening of his wounds.

It turns out that the cold indifference and self-preservation that unfold in the daytime are real, and the kindness hidden under the cover of night is also real. Good and evil in the world are never as clear and pure as the black and white on paper.

Wei Chaoyan did not disturb the two people in the dilapidated temple. She quietly placed the food box in front of the temple, bowed deeply to the old man in the temple, and then quickly left along the way she came.