Acai's Sky

Chapter 857 50 Continue Life 140

"Rain over Celadon"

When the last drop of spiritual rain fell into the cracked palm of the old farmer, the village at the foot of the Qinling Mountains was already filled with tea-green mist.

Children in patched clothes walked barefoot in the mud, their trouser legs stained with green cocklebur seeds.

They chased the newly sprouted wild shepherd's purse between the ridges of the fields, and their fingertips brushed the dew condensed on the rice ears. Those crystal water droplets actually turned into tiny rainbow bridges in the sunlight - this was the concrete manifestation of the blessing of heaven.

Golden bells hanging from ears

From deep within the wheat fields came the crisp chime of bronze bells. An old farmer in a bamboo hat knelt in the midst of a field, trembling as he pried open a spike of brimming wheat kernels. The milky white juice soaked the lines in his palms.

The steel mill twenty miles away was still emitting smoke, but on the abandoned slope next to the blast furnace, wild wolfberries were producing agate-like red fruits at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Moss-covered Monument"

Beneath the mottled exterior wall of the county supply and marketing cooperative, several women in blue shirts gazed up at the blue-tiled eaves. From the rain gutters, dry yesterday, a curtain of emerald water cascaded—not ordinary rain, but liquid spiritual energy mingled with the life force of the wood spirit, splashing into coarse earthenware jars, creating tiny specks of luminescence.

"Stove Awakening Agarwood"

As smoke climbed up the locust wood rafters again, the lame blacksmith's wife uncovered the dust-covered earthenware steamer. The stale, unpolished rice, once destined for the bottom of the granary, swelled like new millet after being mixed with the spiritual rain and steamed, with pale golden lines floating in the rising mist.

The old private school teacher next door, who had been paralyzed for three years, suddenly smelled the fragrance of rice, and his fingers, like dry branches, tapped out the rhythm of the "Book of Songs" on the edge of the bed.

"Baby Crying at Dawn"

That night, a healthy cry rang out in the commune clinic. The obstetrician and gynecologist who delivered the baby and the nurse saw that the vines that had grown through the cracks in the window frame had blossomed.

The mother's shriveled breasts actually oozed milky white spiritual fluid, and the baby in her arms' pupils glowed with a jade-green luster - later, these children born during the years of spiritual rain could always find the hidden water veins during the dry season.

...

On a propaganda poster washed by the torrential rain, the slogan "Man can conquer nature" was fading. As the old farmer pressed his forehead to the moist earth, he could clearly hear an ancient rhythm emanating from deep within the soil, as if the dormant earth veins had reopened their eyes.

Amid the ruins of a mountain temple, a rightist wearing glasses removed his mud-covered lenses. He frantically scribbled in his notebook: the rice, watered by the divine rain, needed no fertilizer, its roots spontaneously twisting into the innate Bagua formation; the sows dying in the commune's pigpen, whose piglets born last night had flame patterns on their foreheads—just like the Dangkang beasts described in ancient silk scrolls.

As dusk shone through the threshing ground, men, their clothes patched with patches, gathered around the grain storage, marveling. In the piles of old grain that should have been eaten away, tender green sprouts were peeking through the cracks in the sacks, unfurling in the evening breeze into the shape of a yin-yang fish.

I don’t know which daughter-in-law secretly sprinkled some spiritual rain on the grave, but the next day, I saw strange birds with green feathers and red beaks living on the cypress trees at the ancestral grave, and their cries were as clear as the sound of jade chimes.

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Military Control Office

The old commander gazed at the Qinling Mountains in the distance, his brows furrowed slightly as he muttered to himself, "What's wrong with the mountain god? Why has he suddenly made such a big move? The national drought situation has changed so suddenly."

Director Gao, standing by, was all smiles. He happily made himself a cup of fragrant goat's milk, then took a sip with satisfaction and said, "What's wrong with this? Anyone who comes into contact with this spiritual rain will experience some changes."

Guard Xiao Chen also nodded in agreement. He was also drenched by the spiritual rain and felt as if his body was cleansed by a mysterious force. His whole body became extremely refreshed, as if he had returned to the womb.

"Ringling..."

Just then, a quick phone call suddenly rang.

Guard Xiao Chen hurried forward, picked up the phone quickly, stood at attention, and handed the phone respectfully to the old leader.

The old leader took the phone and said calmly, "Hello?"

"..."

There was a whisper from the other end of the phone. The old leader listened quietly and responded from time to time.

"Yes, the Taoists and monks here in Qinling Mountains all said that this spiritual rain started from the depths of Qinling Mountains and spread outwards, and the spiritual energy is very abundant." The old leader continued.

"..."

The other end of the phone seemed to say something again. The old leader paused for a moment and then continued, "Well, it's true. Many animals and plants have mutated, but they are all developing in a good direction!"

"..."

Listening to the words on the other end of the phone, the old leader's tone revealed a hint of surprise and confusion.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be still saying something, and the old leader listened and nodded in response.

"We have many professors and scholars here, but they can't explain these phenomena clearly. Some people even use the Classic of Mountains and Seas to explain them!" the old leader said finally.

"..."

"Don't worry, there will be no chaos in Qinling. I am guarding the place where I am stationed. Whoever dares to lay a hand on me will be chopped off!" The old leader's voice was loud and firm, as if the whole Qinling Mountains could hear his roar.

"..."

He put down the phone heavily, paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, and each step seemed a little heavy.

"Your national security mission has become even more difficult. Damn it, traitors are like cutting leeks, one after another, and your mission is getting heavier and heavier!" The old chief frowned tightly, with a trace of worry on his face.

Director Gao was sitting nearby, also frowning, his fingers tapping on the armrest, making a crisp sound.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Well, these are future medals of honor. The people below are happy to kill another group of enemy spies!"

The old leader took the tea handed to him by Xiao Chen, slowly blew away the heat on the surface, and then took a sip.

He put down his teacup, slowly scraped the rim with his fingers, and said thoughtfully, "Oh, those artifacts flown back have driven foreign collectors crazy. The artifacts they plundered by all means have all become nationalities."

Director Gao couldn't help but smile slightly when he thought of the so-called cultural relics meteors streaking across the sky every evening. These meteors carried the light of cultural relics and headed towards where they were supposed to be.

As a person who had lived through the war years, the old leader witnessed the devastation of the motherland and watched foreigners and traitors move the country's thousand-year-old collection out of China. The heartbreaking feeling still lingers in his heart.

However, now that he sees these cultural relics returning one after another, the pain in his heart has finally begun to slowly subside.

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Heaven Leaves Traces

Those who are soaked by the spiritual rain will have blue lines in their pupils, which will disappear after three days.

The abnormal cubs born by livestock fled to the Qinling Mountains during disaster years.

The old jade craftsman used a carving knife soaked in spiritual rain to carve a dragon and phoenix pendant that would vibrate.

The most stubborn commune secretary, after a night of vigil in the wheat fields, woke up in the morning with his clothes stained with dewy wheat.