Two Realms: Modern Invasion of Cultivation

A light drizzle falls, as if cooling the world at this transition from summer to autumn, foreshadowing the imminent disappearance of the last vestiges of summer's heat.

"Hey buddy, what's on my stall that you've got your eye on?"

Ma Yongsheng twirled the redwood walnuts in his hand, smiling as he carefully examined the man in front of him, silently analyzing the situation.

She is approximately 25 years old.

He's so thin; he might be sick.

But he looked quite well, with plenty of energy, and showed no signs of the dejection often associated with patients.

The blue robe she was wearing had a somewhat ancient feel.

I can't quite figure it out.

He wasn't in a hurry. He analyzed the person's gaze and wondered what they had their eye on at the stall.

He ignored the boss's scrutiny.

Song Yu squatted down, looking at the dazzling array of antiques and ornaments on the stall, and casually picked up a small incense burner the size of his palm and weighed it in his hand.

It's made of bronze, neither too light nor too heavy.

It is hollow inside, and the surface is covered with patterns resembling five crops: rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans. Some ancient characters are engraved on the inner wall.

The small incense burner has three legs, and the three ears corresponding to the three legs are shaped like three birds.

It's quite pretty.

He casually asked, "Boss, this looks pretty good."

Ma Yongsheng sat up straight and laughed, "Brother, you have a good eye. This incense burner is called the Three-Legged Cauldron of the State, a treasure passed down from the Han Dynasty, used to pray for a bountiful harvest in the coming year during the New Year."

"Look at the five grains relief on this, and the prayer inscriptions on the inner wall, they are absolutely genuine."

"And these three little birds are the Three Talents Birds, corresponding to Heaven, Earth and Man. In the Han Dynasty, they were divine birds that specifically protected the harvest."

"Brother, I got this from overseas. If you want it, I won't rip you off. It's ten thousand yuan, you can take it."

It's definitely a good product, and it's well worth the 10,000 yuan.

Song Yu nodded slightly, looked up at the shop owner, and smiled, "How about one hundred yuan?"

What the hell?

Ma Yongsheng opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Although this item was one of the things he bought in a package and was worthless, costing him nothing, a hundred yuan was enough to give to a beggar.

"Brother, this is an antique."

He bluntly said, "I don't think you're here to buy this in good faith at all; you're probably just messing with me."

Song Yu fiddled with the other items on the stall and said casually, "Then let's stop joking around. Boss, give me a fair price."

"I just thought it was pretty, so I wanted to buy it."

Got it.

Ma Yongsheng coughed and said with heartache, "Eight thousand, at least eight thousand dollars."

Song Yu nodded slightly, glanced again at the dazzling array of items on the stall, and said thoughtfully, "One thousand yuan. Boss, I'll take all the antiques, ornaments, and trinkets on your stall."

Ma Yongsheng replied without hesitation, "Impossible. My stall is full of good stuff, all imported goods brought back from abroad. How could I possibly buy everything for a thousand yuan? I wouldn't even accept ten thousand."

"Brother, look at this bracelet. It's made of the finest sandalwood. It's impossible for it to be anything less than 100% genuine."

"And this safety buckle... this Hetian jade ruyi... this Longxi inkstone... this jade phoenix hairpin that Cixi once wore... a rare banknote..."

"Tell me, you think you can take all of this for a thousand dollars?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Ma Yongsheng spoke eloquently, introducing everything one by one, and finally his expression became firm and resolute, as if it were impossible.

Song Yu remained unmoved, busily collecting the small items from the stall and placing them into the bag handed to him by the owner. He was stubborn, but his actions betrayed his words, casually putting the items into the bag and asking with a smile, "Where do I scan the code?"

Ma Yongsheng sighed repeatedly, then skillfully took out a QR code and said, "Fine, who told me I have a connection with you? A thousand yuan it is, just consider it a good deed."

Pack your things away.

Song Yu casually picked up the most conspicuous rock, about the size of a lunchbox, from the pile of stones beside him, stood up and said, "Consider this rock a gift to me."

Ma Yongsheng recalled a plot from a novel he had read in his spare time and asked suspiciously, "Brother, this stone might actually be what you want most."

Song Yu chuckled and said, "I just feel like I have a connection with this stone, and it just felt right to have it."

Ma Yongsheng chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, take it, take it. If you really manage to find jade, that's just your luck."

Song Yu nodded, then paused before suddenly saying, "Boss, you said you brought these things back from overseas. Does that mean you have overseas connections?"

Ma Yongsheng asked with some interest, "What do you want?"

Song Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Get me a gun."

Ma Yongsheng was startled and quickly said, "Brother, don't get me into trouble. I don't have that ability."

"And what are you trying to do with it? Are you planning to kill someone?"

Ghost swords, inner demons, and demonic offspring are not human.

Song Yu shook his head and said, "I don't need bullets, I just want to get some to play around with and study."

Ma Yongsheng shook his head and said, "No, I don't have that ability. You should find someone else."

Song Yu said no more and turned to leave.

Watching them go.

Ma Yongsheng frowned.

That said, among the things he recovered, there really was a handgun.

Abroad, getting a gun is incredibly easy.

But once he got back to China, he couldn't use the gun at all, so he just buried it.

This kid actually wants a gun, should I just sell it to him?

No, no, forget it.

What if this kid takes a gun and goes to kill someone, and gets himself implicated?

Even without bullets, it's not safe.

He shook his head repeatedly, dismissing the idea from his mind.

In this regard.

Song Yu was unaware of this.

He just casually asked because he thought the boss had overseas connections.

Since it's not feasible, we'll just have to let it go.

More on that later.

With a sense of regret, he casually walked into an antique shop and asked if they could cut stones.

No.

But they learned that there was only one shop on the whole street that could cut stones and had the tools.

in this way.

After half an hour.

When Song Yu returned to Ma Yongsheng's stall, his bank account now contained an additional 150 million yuan.

There's not much to mention about the process of cutting the stone.

However, a piece of icy jadeite was cut out, which was just right to make a bracelet, necklace, and earrings. The owner of the jade shop who could cut stones simply bought it.

150 million is after tax, which is considered a sudden windfall of a small fortune.

Gambling on jade stones can indeed be a quick way to make money.

Unfortunately, there was only one stone with jade inside on the entire street. Even after observing the others with mystical eyes, I never found another one.

So, while the money comes quickly, it's also a very high-stakes gamble.

He sighed.

Song Yu stopped again in front of the fat man's stall and squatted down.

"QR code."

He took out his phone and gestured.

"What do you want to buy from my stall this time, little brother?"

Ma Yongsheng said with a smile, "Let me make this clear first, I won't be so soft-hearted this time."

Song Yu handed over 10,000 yuan to the other party and said unhurriedly, "That stone yielded icy jadeite, which sold for 1.5 million yuan. Here's 10,000 yuan for you; consider it a share for everyone who finds it."

What the hell?

Ma Yongsheng opened his mouth but remained silent.

Let's add each other as friends.

Song Yu continued, "If what I said earlier works, contact me."

After adding each other as friends.

He got up and left, disappearing into the drizzle without looking back.

Ma Yongsheng watched them leave again, then, after regaining his senses, he abandoned his stall and, without a word, got up and ran to the shop that could cut stones, where he asked.

There was no lying.

It's a genuine icy jadeite.

Back at his stall, Ma Yongsheng felt so much pain that he couldn't breathe and wanted to cry but couldn't.

150 million, that's 150 million!

No, it hurts so much.

It took him a long time to recover. He looked at the remaining stones on the stall and gritted his teeth.

If there's one, there's bound to be two; there might even be more inside.

It's done!

So, an hour later.

There were no stones left at Ma Yongsheng's stall.

It was all cut off.

As a result, nothing was gained.

Cried.

"So be it, so be it, it's all fate, I'm not destined for it."

Filled with resentment, Ma Yongsheng took out his phone, looked at the contact he had just added, hesitated for a moment, and then typed: "Brother, what do you need that thing for?"

The highest virtue is like water: "Don't worry, it's just for research and collection. I will never do anything bad, and I would never implicate you."

Ma Yongsheng: "How can you guarantee what you're saying?"

The highest virtue is like water: "How can you guarantee that you'll feel at ease?"

Ma Yongsheng fell silent.

There's simply no way to guarantee something like that.

"One hundred thousand!"

Finally, he sent one last message: "I'll leave the things here... pick them up yourself tomorrow, and transfer the money to this account number..."

After sending the message, he decisively deleted the chat history and the contact, and let out a sigh of relief.

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.

Give it a try.

My son is studying abroad and got a foreign woman pregnant. He's coming back soon to get married and needs money.

With this 100,000 yuan, I can handle a lot of things.

Smoking a cigarette.

He took several deep breaths, and finally could only mutter, "You unfilial son, you're always causing trouble..."

In response to this...

Song Yu just smiled and went to the bank on the way, where he transferred 100,000 yuan.

I'm not afraid they won't give it to me.

The accompanying spirit wind remembered the fat man's scent; if he really wanted to swindle money, he could simply go and find him himself.

But even if he was scammed, he didn't plan to go looking for it.

No need.

We'll have to think of another way.

After transferring the money.

He glanced at the time, hailed a taxi, and went home.

...

At noon, the rain continued.

In the old town of Yuncheng, in an old apartment building.

Song Yu arrived at his front door, took out a key that he hadn't used for half a year, and opened the door.

The house is filled with the aroma of food.

Father Song Mingjie is cooking in the kitchen.

The mother, Qin Lizhi, was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a little girl in her arms, smiling broadly, and asked, "Jiajia, did you have a good day at school?"

The little girl blinked and whispered, "Grandma, I'm not Jiajia."

Jiajia is her mother's name.

Her name is Xia Xiaomi.

At this moment, Song Jia came out of the bathroom and said helplessly, "Mom, I am your daughter, and Xiaomi is your granddaughter."

Qin Lizhi said in a daze, "Oh, granddaughter, Xiaomi is my granddaughter."

See here.

Song Jia sighed, then looked at Song Yu who had opened the door and walked in. Her eyes lit up as she said, "Oh dear, little brother, why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"Dad, Mom, Xiaoyu's back."

Upon hearing this...

In the kitchen.

Song Mingjie replied, "Okay, I'll eat right away."

A look of joy appeared on Qin Lizhi's face as she looked up and said, "My son is back! Where is he? Let me see him!"

His gaze paused.

Qin Lizhi asked in confusion, "Where's my son? Where's my son? Who is this person, and why is he in our house?"

Song Jia quickly replied, "Mom, he is your son."

Song Yu closed the door behind him and said with a smile, "Mom, I'm back."

Qin Lizhi shook her head and said, "No, don't lie to me. He's not my son. My son isn't this thin. My son is very handsome."

Song Jia said in surprise, "That's true, little brother, how come you've lost so much weight, just like our dad."

My father was originally quite strong, but he also had a beer belly.

But since his serious illness, he has become so thin that he is just skin and bones, and he looks much older.

In addition, my mother also developed Alzheimer's disease, which led to the family's decision to close down their wonton shop, which they had run for over ten years, as they no longer had the energy or time to manage it.

In short, the family is now quite poor, and all they have left is this house that they bought twenty years ago.

"I'm fine."

Song Yu hadn't mentioned his illness. He familiarized himself with the layout of the house, sat down, and said, "I'm fine."

Song Jia sat down next to her, frowning as she said, "Don't be careless, it's best to go to the hospital for a check-up."

aside.

Qin Lizhi held Xia Xiaomi in her arms, her face full of vigilance.

"I've checked, it's fine."

Song Yu smiled.

"Let me see your medical examination report."

Song Jia simply reached out her hand, her face full of disbelief.

This older sister has always been intelligent, resilient, strong-willed, and opinionated.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have decisively returned home after the divorce without his return, trying to find work in the city while helping to take care of her parents and five-year-old daughter.

"I didn't bring it."

Song Yu said helplessly, "I've just lost a little weight. Do I look like something's wrong?"

She looks quite well.

energetic.

Song Jia was relieved, though still somewhat doubtful, and said irritably, "It's good that you're alright, otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to take care of you."

"By the way, why did you suddenly come back without saying a word? Are you done with work?"

The topic was changed.

Song Yu nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I'm done with work. I just stopped by to see you all. I'll be leaving soon."

Song Jia said with dissatisfaction, "What's the rush? Stay home for a couple more days, and I'll introduce you to someone. You can meet them."

"Don't worry, she's a good girl. She's the daughter of a teacher I knew at school. She's beautiful and has a stable job."

She is also a teacher.

"I just stopped by to take a look around."

Song Yu sighed inwardly and calmly said, "I'll just have a meal and then leave."

Song Jia snorted and said, "Fine, since you're in such a hurry, I'll ask if they have time right now and arrange for you two to meet."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and made a call.

Song Yu had nothing to say. He looked at his wary mother and timid niece beside him and smiled.

My older sister married someone from another city.

In addition, his work is not in Yuncheng, so he only sees his niece a few times a year and is not very familiar with the child.

It's perfectly normal to be so shy.

"Xiaomi, who am I?"

Song Yu sat down next to her mother and flicked her niece's nose with her finger.

have to say.

My niece inherited her parents' good looks and handsomeness. She has been cute and charming since she was a child and is loved by everyone.

"You are...my uncle..."

Xia Xiaomi spoke softly.

Song Yu was satisfied. He immediately picked up Xiao Mi and pulled her onto his lap, asking gently, "Do you like your uncle?"

Xia Xiaomi hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and said, "I like it."

Haha.

Song Yu burst into laughter.

Song Jia glanced at the phone and rolled her eyes.

Qin Lizhi hesitated and asked, "Are you really my son?"

Song Yu looked at his mother with a smile, without saying a word, but used the divine power in his sea of ​​consciousness to open his Heavenly Eye.

He had asked Yunzhi about Alzheimer's disease.

From a scientific perspective, Alzheimer's disease is caused by factors such as genetic defects and heredity.

However, from the perspective of the Taoist system, Alzheimer's disease belongs to "deprivation of nourishment in the palace, and dissipation of the spirit in the Niwan Palace".

The Li Palace represents the heart.

"Deprivation of nourishment in the palace" refers to a decline in the heart's energy.

Niwan represents divine thoughts.

"Mudball spirit scattered" refers to a blow to the spirit, causing the mind to wander.

Taoism also has many methods to treat this condition.

For example, one can refine essence into qi in the lower dantian, then refine qi into spirit in the middle dantian, and finally refine spirit into emptiness in the upper dantian.

The Li Palace is located in the middle dantian, corresponding to the heart meridian.

The Niwan point is located in the upper dantian, corresponding to the divine thought.

As long as one practices normally, one will naturally have abundant energy and be immune to all diseases.

Other than that.

Alzheimer's disease can also be treated through methods such as visualization, midday meditation, dietary therapy, and rituals.

The only problem is that these methods are merely theories derived, summarized, and conjectured by Taoism in combination with its own system of theories.

In practice, it's useless.

If you're sick, you need to go to the hospital and take medicine for it to be effective.

But Alzheimer's disease...

The hospital can't cure it either.

Science is powerless; only metaphysics can soothe people's hearts.

At this moment, Song Yu used his Heavenly Eye to see that there was a chaotic aura on his mother's body, which was constantly damaging her physical and mental state.

That lingering, chaotic aura disrupted the balance that only a healthy body possesses.

From that chaotic aura, he saw his mother's hard work, toil, and sacrifices over the years, as well as his father's fear, anxiety, and anguish when his children were not by his side when he was seriously ill and dying.

There are also scenes of children who have become increasingly forgetful and cognitively confused over the years, but dare not go to the hospital for a check-up because they are afraid of spending money. So they continue to work hard at the shop while living in fear and comforting themselves that nothing is wrong, saving money for their son to get married and buy a house.

Looking at these images.

Song Yu slowly exhaled, closed his Heavenly Eye, and returned to his senses. He gently placed his hand on his mother's shoulder, grinned, and said, "Mom, it's alright, I'm back."

In that instant.

Qin Lizhi's dazed expression vanished for a moment, then her eyes brightened, and she cried out with overwhelming joy, "My child, why did you take so long to come back? Your father, your father... sob sob..."

As she spoke, she began to cry.

Song Yu put his arm around his mother's shoulder and gently comforted her, "It's alright, Mom. I'm here for you. Everything will be alright."

For a man, life boils down to the simple phrase "I'm here for you."

Four days ago, he couldn't utter those three words.

Now he can speak.

"Grandma, don't cry, here's some candy..."

Xia Xiaomi, bewildered, took out the candy in her hand, wanting to comfort her.

Song Yu smiled and stroked the little girl's hair.

She cried and cried.

His mother fell asleep with her head on his shoulder, sleeping peacefully and relaxed.

No disturbance.

Song Yu silently took out a brand-new Bodhi seed bracelet that he had personally blessed, with one of the eighteen beads possessing spiritual energy, and put it on his mother's wrist.

"We've made contact."

Seeing this, Song Jia lowered her voice and said, "After you finish eating, go to the technology product exhibition being held in the new district. I've arranged to meet you there."

Technology product exhibition...

Song Yu nodded slightly and casually patted the little green snake's head that was sticking out from his sleeve back into place.

"I'll go check on how the food is coming along."

Song Jia got up and left.

Song Yu stroked Xiaomi's hair and fell into deep thought as he looked at his sleeping mother.

The chaotic aura that caused my mother's illness.

He can kill.

The Demon-Slaying Sword can slay demons.

But I can't cut it off; if I do, my mother's... you could say her "soul" will be incomplete...

If a person has a soul, then they have three souls and seven spirits.

Therefore, that chaotic aura was formed from a part of the soul, an essential part of a person.

Therefore, he should not be killed.

Besides, the medicinal gourd's energy is not strong enough to cure Alzheimer's disease.

Healing through cultivation requires spiritual energy; even if one possesses spiritual essence, true qi is insufficient.

So, is there really no other way?

Moved by the moment, he returned to his sea of ​​consciousness, entered the divine will, raised his hand, and the "scripture" fell into his hand, slowly unfolding.

The scriptures were touched once again.

He looked at the unfolded scroll and saw the ancient characters appearing on it:

The Five Grains: A Wonderful Method for Overcoming Calamities and Relieving Suffering.