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Wei Ning paused for a moment and said, "The Nine Sons Filial to Their Mother involves having a pregnant woman give birth to nine children. When the ninth child is nine months old, a certain drug is used to terminate the pregnancies. However, by the ninth month, the children are already fully formed, making it very difficult to abort them. Moreover, since nine children are needed in total, most mothers will die from complications after aborting one or two. This is one of the difficulties of this formation. Even if a mother miraculously gives birth to all nine, it would take at least seven or eight years. Who has that much time to wait? This is another difficulty of this formation.
In addition to the Nine Sons and One Mother, one must also find a hundred-year-old Nine Dragon Sophora tree. The Chinese Scholar Tree is known for being very yin and often struck by lightning, so it rarely lives for a hundred years. Therefore, finding an ancient Chinese Scholar Tree that has survived for a century is yet another challenge."
At that moment, Flying Sparrow suddenly interjected, "By the way, we have an old Chinese Scholar Tree at the Village Entrance; it must be the one!"
Wei Ning nodded and continued, "Moreover, regarding the Nine Dragon Sophora tree, it must have nine roots. A characteristic of the Chinese Scholar Tree is that its deepest roots are located at the Yin Eye of this area. Thus, the person setting up the formation will place a 'child' at the deepest part of the Chinese Scholar Tree—Wu Haozi's House is one Yin Eye. The other eight Yin Eyes, if I am not mistaken, should be these locations. Now, Village Chief, gather people immediately to retrieve these eight children and then destroy this Nine Sons Filial to Their Mother tree. Otherwise, if this formation succeeds, the consequences will be unimaginable."
The Nine Sons Filial to Their Mother formation—from selecting children and trees to burying yin—takes nearly a century to complete. A normal person lives at most about a hundred years; as the saying goes, when a person is about to die, their words become wise. By the time the formation is completed, it’s likely that the one who set it up will already be half buried in the ground. What significance would this formation hold then? Thus, the Nine Sons Filial to Their Mother formation has always been merely a legend because it is fundamentally unrealistic; hardly anyone has ever attempted to set it up. Yet today, Wei Ning witnessed it with his own eyes. Who was behind this formation? What was their purpose? All these questions swirled like a mystery in Wei Ning's mind.
However, Wei Ning had no time for further contemplation and urged the village chief, "Village Chief, please gather people quickly."
The village chief slapped his thigh and said, "Flying Sparrow, go to the village broadcasting station and announce that everyone should gather immediately at the basketball court."
Flying Sparrow agreed and dashed off like a flash.
Before long, the village chief led Wei Ning to the basketball court. Most people were asleep at this late hour and were reluctant to be gathered together; they murmured among themselves in discontent.
Upon seeing the village chief arrive, they immediately began chattering loudly. The village chief stood in front and raised his hand for silence, signaling everyone to quiet down. "I apologize for gathering you all at such a late hour," he said. "However, something very significant has happened in our village; I’m sorry for taking up your time." He gestured for Wei Ning to take the stage.
"Who is this person? I've never seen him before."
"Right? He must be an outsider—maybe a new government official sent from above? But he looks too young for that."
"Good grief, really?"
In rural areas, there can be strong sentiments against outsiders. Seeing a young stranger from outside made many unwilling; if it weren't for their respect for the village chief, they might have left in small groups right away.
"Everyone, quiet down. I have something important to tell you. I just discovered that there are unclean things in your village."
Wei Ning had not finished speaking when the crowd erupted. Someone shouted, "So you're a fraud! Why did you bring this kind of person to our village, Village Chief?"
"Yeah, everyone disperse! I can't be bothered to listen to him. Let's go, let's go!"
Seeing people getting ready to leave, Wei Ning felt a surge of panic. "Everyone, please calm down! Really, I'm not lying to you."
"Bah!"
"Down with feudal superstition, long live!"
"Yes, down with feudal superstition!"
As someone led the charge, the crowd began chanting slogans in unison, making Wei Ning on stage feel extremely awkward.
In a state of desperation, Wei Ning had never encountered such a situation before. He scratched his head anxiously until Wu Haozi spoke up: "Everyone, quiet down and let this young man finish."
"Get lost! What the hell are you doing here?"
"Right! Damn it, why is this guy still here? Village Chief, what's going on?"
Wu Haozi's appearance immediately stirred up public outrage. The Village Chief cleared his throat and said, "I know you all don't believe him, but please give me some face and let this brother finish speaking."
With the Village Chief's words, the crowd quieted down a bit. Wei Ning then asked, "Does anyone have a mirror? Can I borrow one?"
A well-meaning child immediately went home to fetch a mirror for Wei Ning. Wei Ning lent the mirror to everyone one by one, and a strange thing happened: everyone’s reflection in the mirror appeared unusually blurry!
It turned out that this mirror could reflect whether a person had sufficient yang energy. If someone had enough yang energy, their image in the mirror would naturally be clear. However, if their yang energy was lacking, the reflection would be blurry; the blurrier it was, the less yang energy that person possessed.
This was also why ghosts could never appear in mirrors—they simply lacked yang energy.
“Hey, what’s going on here?”
“This is a bit odd,”
The women in the village had a habit of looking into mirrors. Usually, when their reflections were blurry, they assumed it was just a problem with the mirror and thought they had bought a fake one, so they didn’t pay much attention to it. However, the collective distortion in the mirror immediately raised their alarm.
A few more people took out mirrors from their homes, but the result was the same.
“What’s happening?”
Wei Ning explained, “There are people in your village practicing the evil technique known as ‘Nine Sons Filial to Their Mother,’ which is gradually draining your yang energy. If this ‘Nine Sons Filial to Their Mother’ succeeds, everyone in this village will be drained of their yang energy and die!”
“Is that true?” Some of those with stronger superstitious beliefs began to waver.
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