Chapter 147 Buddhist Disciple 7

Qian woke up in the morning, opening her eyes to see Venerable Master dad sitting with his back to her, meditating.

She rubbed her eyes and climbed up, skillfully moving over to gently touch Wuxin’s round head.

It was both round and shiny.

She wanted a sesame cake, the kind with sesame sprinkled on top.

Wuxin opened his eyes, scooped the child up, and sat her on the edge of the bed, putting on her socks and shoes. Qian stretched out her arms and dressed herself in the padded jacket.

At night, she helped wash his feet, and in the morning, she helped comb her hair. Wuxin had gotten used to it.

After getting the child ready, Wuxin led her to tidy up the vacant house where they had been staying and prepared to leave.

The snow had fallen all night, covering the ground with a layer of white. Snowflakes were still swirling in the wind as Qian stepped outside, pulling her head into her coat and squinting against the cold wind.

However, in the desolate and freezing environment, as long as she stayed in Venerable Master’s embrace, it didn’t affect her. Beneath his conical hat and cloak, she was wrapped in another warm world.

There was no one else in sight as they walked. After staying quietly in Wuxin’s arms for a while, Qian grew bored and began observing her surroundings, reaching out from her sleeves to grab a particularly large snowflake.

They walked through the wilderness. The tall grasses that once grew there were now dead and flattened under the snow, a thin layer of white covering them without fully hiding the yellow stalks, which creaked and crunched beneath their feet.

Suddenly, Qian noticed something different among the dead grass.

A figure, draped in a cloak the same color as the grass, was lying half-buried in the snow. The only difference was a small patch of dark red hair visible beneath the cloak. This unusual color caught Qian’s attention immediately.

She instinctively grabbed Wuxin’s ear, but before she could speak, he turned his head, and his feet also moved toward the figure lying in the snow.

“Dad, there’s someone!”

“Mm, I see.”

“Red hair!”

“Indeed, it’s red hair.”

The two of them crouched down in front of the figure, and Qian slid down from Wuxin’s arms to squat beside the red-haired figure, pulling back the cloak to take a look.

When the cloak was pulled back, it revealed a pale but exceptionally beautiful face, with a hint of foreign charm.

Wuxin could tell this was a Demonic Race Enchantress Demon.

He could also see the karmic connection between the Enchantress Demon and the child beside her, written on the face of the dying woman.

Qian leaned in closer to examine the face. It resembled a face from her memory, a face similar to a certain dog father. She suddenly screamed.

Although there were some subtle differences, the child didn’t care and excitedly grabbed Wuxin’s finger.

“Dad! Dad! He… Dad! Brother!” She pointed at Wuxin, then at the Enchantress Demon lying on the ground, so excited that she couldn’t speak clearly, stamping her feet in distress as she tugged at her braids.

“I understand.” Wuxin sighed, pulling her hand down.

Wen Chun woke up on a simple bed, covered with straw and cotton clothes. Her stomach was still in pain, a sensation that quickly brought her to full consciousness. Clutching her stomach, she sat up, her eyes darting around warily and nervously.

The oil lamp on the wooden table, the faint light coming from the window, and the cotton blanket covering her all indicated she was in an ordinary mortal’s home.

As footsteps drew closer from outside, someone entered. The sound of hurried footsteps was accompanied by the almost inaudible sound of calm steps.

Even though she belonged to the weakest race in the Demon Realm, facing the fragile humans made her seem formidable. She immediately knelt on the bed, assuming a posture of resistance and warning against the approaching person.

It wasn’t until she clearly saw the face of Master Wuxin—more precisely, until she saw his bald head—that her expression changed to one of extreme terror, her eyes nearly shrinking into a thin line.

It was him! It was him!

She had only seen Wuxin once, on the battlefield when he fought against Demon Lord Tian Zhi Mo. Just that one glance was enough to leave a deep impression on Wen Chun, so vivid that she could never forget it, and the fear was permanently etched in her heart.

The invincible Demon Lord in her mind had fallen so easily into this man’s hands.

Wen Chun couldn’t control her trembling body, shrinking into the corner of the wall, tightly clutching her stomach like a dying sheep, releasing a desperate and mournful cry from her throat.

Qian’s movement toward her immediately halted. She stood by the window, watching Wen Chun curl up in fear, then looked up at her dad.

Wuxin set the bowl of medicine he was holding down on the bedside table.

“Drink this, it’s good for your body.”

Wen Chun froze, almost not believing her ears. He was offering her medicine? Wasn’t he going to kill her?

Wen Chun didn’t understand why, but after trembling with fear, she finally drank the medicine and realized she had been saved by the Venerable Master in front of her.

She didn’t understand why this powerful figure had saved her, just as she didn’t understand why the little girl named Qian was so close to her.

Wen Chun heard the child calling the Venerable Master “Dad,” and then she ran to the bed, calling her “Dad”… Dad?

The first time Qian called her “Dad,” Wen Chun was stunned, even looking down at her own graceful body and round belly.

Qian also noticed her reaction and, in fact, was equally confused.

Before Wen Chun woke up, Qian had noticed that her “Dad Brother” had become “Mom”!

For this, she had confusedly asked Venerable Master about it for a long time, but still received no answers.

She thought about it with her small mind for a while, wondering if her dog father could change size, or even change gender?

When they first brought Wen Chun to the farmhouse and settled her in, Qian had climbed up onto the bed, staring at her for a long time, pressing her head against Wen Chun’s chest. But before she could press down and get a clearer sense of things, Wuxin had picked her up and taken her off the bed.

So, when Wen Chun woke up, Qian noticed something else.

Her “Dad Brother” now had a big belly!

The child kept staring with her wide, round eyes at Wen Chun’s face, then at her chest, before moving to her swollen belly, like a stunned cat with its ears perked up. No one knew what was going on in her little mind.

Wen Chun only knew that the child had been fiddling around next to her for a while. She went out and spoke with that Venerable Master, then returned and suddenly called her “mother.”

Wen Chun… Wen Chun instinctively looked down at her own belly, confirming that her child hadn’t been born yet. Why did she suddenly call her mother?

This confusion, unease, and fear were quickly swept away by the increasingly sharp pain in her belly.

Wen Chun lay on the bed, breathing with all her strength, her hands tightly gripping the mat beneath her, her nails digging through it to the straw underneath.

The child, who had been sitting by her side, ran out again, calling for her dad. If one listened closely, there was a hint of a sob in her voice.

“Dad, she’s calling, she’s in so much pain!”

“She must be about to give birth.” Wuxin explained to Qian.

And it seemed like it was going to happen any moment now.

In her mind, Qian translated: “Dog dad turned into mom and is about to give birth.”

Qian’s eyes went round again. She looked at Venerable Master Dad, her expression a bit shocked as she said, “Give birth? We need to go to the hospital.”

Wuxin roughly understood what the child meant, but the Enchantress Demon’s unusual appearance might cause ordinary mortals to panic and be unable to help with her childbirth.

As for delivering the baby, after so many cycles, this was Wuxin’s first time.

He didn’t know how.

Moreover, when the pregnant woman saw him, she was so frightened that she looked like she wanted to faint. Wuxin had never entered the room except to bring medicine.

In a daze, Wen Chun felt her belly expand as if air was being blown into it. She even had the feeling that her belly was about to burst, and the pain became unbearable, causing her to scream out in agony.

The child outside was startled.

“She’s screaming, she’s in so much pain,” Qian repeated, her voice on the verge of tears.

Wuxin sighed helplessly. He wandered through the empty village, walking toward an abandoned old house.

Qian wiped her tears for a long time before following him. After hearing him enter the house, there was a sound from inside, followed by a miserable, squeaky cry.

Wuxin had caught a fat old rat, and he said to it, “Please do me a favor.”

Qian arrived at the door of the old house just in time to see her father bring out a woman.

She was a plump woman, with a big waist, dressed in mouse-gray clothing, sharp nose, and ears, giving off a timid and frightened appearance. Yet her shifty eyes made her seem anything but simple and honest.

Wuxin led her to the door of the room where Wen Chun was lying. The woman hesitated and finally went inside.

Qian followed closely behind, tugging at his sleeve, asking, “Is she going to help mom give birth?”

“Where did she come from? I’ve never seen her before?”

How could there be someone suddenly appearing in that room?

Qian was about to ask more questions when a sudden sharp scream from inside made her jump in fright. She shut her mouth and pressed herself close to Wuxin’s leg.

The scream wasn’t from the pregnant woman, but from the woman who had gone inside to help with the delivery. She was shrieking in pain, crying out that she had been bitten and was going to die.

Wuxin stood at the door and asked, “What happened?”

With a fierce expression, Wen Chun instantly snapped out of her daze, letting go of the rat woman’s arm, trembling under the blanket.

The rat woman also dared not make a sound, nervously touching her thick arms, repeatedly saying, “It’s nothing, nothing.”

The radiant head stood at the door, and neither the pregnant woman nor the midwife dared to move easily. After a long pause, they finally heard Wen Chun’s agonized cries again.

Her suffering seemed especially long and excruciating, and she was so frightened that she couldn’t even scream loudly.

Qian stood at the door, too tired to keep standing, and sat down next to Venerable Master Dad.

Wuxin gazed at the sky, where distant thunder could be heard.

Suddenly, Qian heard a thud and peeked to see Venerable Master Dad holding a small wooden fish, tapping it with a mallet, creating rhythmic “thud-thud” sounds.

Each tap of the mallet seemed to coincide with the thunder in the sky.

But gradually, the sound of the little wooden fish began to drown out the thunder.

Qian lay on Wuxin’s lap, watching him strike the wooden fish. The sound abruptly stopped.

Wuxin looked at the door behind him and then lowered his head to ask her, “Do you want to strike it?”

Qian immediately nodded and happily took the small mallet, striking the wooden fish. It was clear she thought of it as a toy.

“Perhaps you’ll do it better.” Wuxin gently patted her head.

Thud, thud, thud—

In her pain, Wen Chun felt the rhythmic sound stop for a moment, then it began to ring even faster, no longer as calm as before. It now resembled her chaotic heartbeat.

At this moment, the child that had been quiet inside her belly finally responded, as if waking up, moving inside her.

“Ah! It’s happening!”