yasinovel Chapter 57 Miracle: Five-Colored Fungus Foretells a Bountiful Year
Chapter 57 Miracle: Five-Colored Fungus Foretells a Bountiful Year
Someone opened their mouth, like parched seedlings receiving rain from heaven.
Someone opened their palm and watched the raindrops gather into a small, clear pool in their hand.
Some people were so excited that they trembled all over, their knees buckled, and they knelt down again, their foreheads pressed against the wet cobblestone ground, their shoulders shaking violently.
Children jumped and skipped in the rain, sticking out their tongues to catch raindrops, their giggles as clear and crisp as bells.
The women clasped their hands in silent prayer, tears mingling with the rain.
The old men wept uncontrollably, their rough fingers trembling as they wiped their faces.
A clear, bright rain of light fell evenly from the ancestral hall, enveloping all the fields, houses, and roads of Shixi Village and Shanghe Village.
The freshly turned soil in the field turned a glossy black, gleaming in the sunlight.
The grass that had withered all winter on the ridges of the fields has turned green again, with water droplets hanging from the tips of the grass, like a necklace made of jade.
Even the branches of the old trees in the village are sprouting tender buds, which tremble slightly in the rain, like the eyes of a newborn baby opening for the first time.
It rained for a full fifteen minutes.
The sky was as blue as freshly washed glass, the sunlight was even more brilliant, and the air was filled with the unique, extremely fresh scent of grass and trees after the rain.
"Look! In the field! Something is growing in the field!"
Someone at the edge of the square exclaimed in surprise.
Everyone turned to look at the east side of the square, where the ancestral hall's field had been specially reserved during the square's expansion. At this moment, an incredible change was taking place on the black, oily soil.
First, there were tiny specks of pale yellow, like the most delicate forsythia buds in early spring, sprouting from the soil.
Next comes a pale pink, like peach blossoms unfurling in March.
Then came light purple, like irises in early summer; pale blue, like a corner of a clear sky; and moon white, like frost formed from the moonlight of Mid-Autumn Festival.
Five colors intertwine, scattered like stars, spreading one after another.
In just a dozen or so breaths, the field was covered with a layer of crystal-clear mushrooms, the caps of which were like small umbrellas, the size of copper coins, thin and transparent, and the fine veins under the caps could be seen.
What's amazing is that these fungi don't grow randomly; they subtly form a natural pattern: a golden circle in the center, radiating outwards with five-colored ripples, like the earth opening countless colorful eyes, shimmering in the spring sun.
"Five-colored fungus! It's five-colored fungus!"
"My grandfather told me that in his grandfather's generation, Qinghe River flooded, and after the flood receded, five-colored fungi grew in the fields. That year, the yield per mu increased by 30%! This was an auspicious sign of a bumper harvest that only comes around once in a century!"
An old farmer with white hair and beard pointed tremblingly at the field, his voice hoarse.
Unable to contain themselves any longer, the crowd surged toward the edge of the field. More than five hundred people crowded around the edge, craning their necks and staring wide-eyed at the five-colored mushroom field that shimmered in the spring sunshine.
Lin Shi stood on the altar, his face calm, his hands behind his back trembling slightly.
It's not tension, just overexertion.
Having just guided the power of faith and cooperated with the dragon to perform a miracle, I was almost completely drained of energy, but it was all worth it.
The immense power of faith, if it had a tangible form, is now reaching its peak.
The shock and awe came not only from the more than 500 people present, but also from all the women, children and elderly people from the two villages who were worshipping from their homes, from the villagers who were watching from rooftops and under trees in the distance, and even from the people from other villages in the viewing area.
These forces of faith flowed like rivers into the sea, surging and gushing into the clear blue pool.
Deep in the pool, the dragon let out a long and satisfied murmur.
The chains vibrated violently, and the ancient runes, engraved with countless years of history, flickered and shone with light as if they were alive.
Click!
Boom!
With two crisp sounds, two small sections of chain broke off simultaneously, slowly sinking into the dark pool and dissipating into specks of light.
Lin Shi was stunned for a moment.
The dragon has only loosened its restraints a little, but its range of activity has expanded from the bottom of the pool to the entire Bibo Pool area, and can even extend ten miles upstream and downstream along the main channel of the Qinghe River.
What would happen if all the chains were removed?
Wouldn't that allow one to roam freely between heaven and earth?!
The dragon sank to the bottom of the pool.
Lin Shi smiled.
After performing this vast miracle covering both villages, the energy consumed was enormous, and the immense spiritual power needed to be digested. In seven days, it not only recovered completely but also became even stronger.
"Sending off the gods"
Sun Ming's voice was somewhat hoarse.
The orchestra began to play.
The suona's low melody, the flute's long strains, and the gentle drumbeats create a soothing yet solemn atmosphere, as if bidding farewell to a distinguished and kind guest with reluctance and gratitude.
Lin Shi led the entire audience in bowing three times towards Bibo Pool. With each bow, more than 500 people followed suit.
The sight of a sea of heads bowing and raising simultaneously, especially during the third bow, where many people did not immediately straighten up but remained bowed for a long time without moving, was truly awe-inspiring.
The ceremony is complete.
The music stopped.
An eerie silence fell over the entire room.
People slowly straightened up, looked at each other, and had a dazed look in their eyes, as if they had just woken up from a long dream.
After the ceremony concluded.
The crowd lingered for a long time.
People gathered around the five-colored mushroom field, discussing it animatedly and expressing their amazement.
Some people knelt on the edge of the field and kowtowed, not caring that their foreheads were covered in mud.
Some people rushed home to tell their relatives who couldn't come about this miracle.
Some people inquired about how long these mushrooms could be kept and whether they could take some home to keep as a keepsake.
Those who came to watch the ceremony from Wangjiazhuang, Lijiawa, and even more distant villages were completely transformed. The disdain and doubt in their eyes had vanished, replaced by shock and awe.
A few bolder individuals approached Xu Zhong and Sun Ming, cautiously asking the people from other villages if they could worship the Dragon God, and if so, how to obtain the memorial tablet and what the proper etiquette was for offering sacrifices.
Lin Shi ignored the commotion and slowly walked down from the altar. People automatically made way for him, their eyes showing not only respect but also a sense of awe.
Lin Shi walked through the crowd, entered the ancestral hall, passed through the main hall, returned to the side hall, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and let out a long, slow sigh.
tired.
Exhaustion seeped from the depths of my bones, sweeping over my entire body like a tidal wave. The excessive drain on my mental energy caused my vision to blur intermittently, and my temples to throb.
Lin Shi sat down cross-legged, completely satisfied.
From this day forward, the belief in the Jiao God will spread like wildfire, no longer confined to the villages of Shixi and Shanghe. Those who witnessed the ceremony from other villages will become seeds, carrying the miracles they saw back to their own villages, where they will quietly sprout.
Although the dragon will be weak for seven days, once it recovers, its spiritual power will surge. If the wounded and fleeing Taoist priest dares to come again, he will surely be reduced to ashes.
Lin Shi closed his eyes, his mind merging with the dragon at the bottom of the pool. His faith power fed back, and his body recovered in an instant. His energy sprang forth and filled his body. His spiritual awareness suddenly enveloped the two villages, expanding for hundreds of miles with each breath. He could hear the hopeful shouts of farmers from the distant fields, and the clear river flowing ceaselessly like time itself.
The crowd in the square gradually dispersed.
In the five-colored mushroom field, sunlight shines on the crystal-clear mushroom caps, refracting a dreamlike brilliance. Red, orange, yellow, green, and purple hues flow and change, quietly growing, like the earth offering a silent yet magnificent feast to spring, to the gods, and to all those who sincerely pray.
The new year has truly begun amidst miracles and hope.