IHOEAYSTTTIW Chapter 85

Chapter 86: Transmigration ≈ Reincarnated Buddha/Bodhisattva Descending to Earth?

Lin Yan couldn’t understand the ins and outs of this situation, but he had just traveled the road from the Capital City to Changning once.

In this era without cell phones, airplanes, or high-speed trains, even if no one obstructed him, it would take two months to report the Provincial Administration Commissioner’s actions back and forth.

In two months, the people would starve to death.

Moreover, Lin Yan wasn’t sure if this was a characteristic of this era. What seemed extremely serious to him might be commonplace to the people here.

Lin Yan was once again undecided.

Recently, Lin Yan felt increasingly out of sync with this era, the symptoms of “culture shock” caused by transmigrating through time and space arriving belatedly.

“Mother, here’s your porridge, and these are the seeds.”

Yinxing’s clear voice interrupted Lin Yan’s complex thoughts. Only then did Lin Yan realize that he was distributing porridge with the people from the Provincial Administration Commissioner.

The porridge distribution was simple, and with the people from the Provincial Administration Commissioner watching over things, Lin Yan felt comfortable leaving it to the children. He, on the other hand, was using the excuse of teaching farmers how to plant potatoes to slack off on the side.

Lin Yan’s reasoning was quite adequate. Explaining it over and over again would inevitably lead to impatience, so it was better to wait until more people gathered before starting the explanation from the beginning.

The mother who received the porridge thanked him profusely. Without any worries, she was naturally willing to chat a bit more, “Oh, these seeds look so rare. They’re so big. If you could eat them directly…”

“These are poisonous. You can’t eat them directly. Go over there. Our young master will teach you how to plant them.” Yinxing leaned close to the mother and whispered mysteriously, “The imperial court’s disaster relief grain will be here soon. You won’t have to worry soon.”

This was a major piece of news.

The mother grabbed Yinxing’s hand, her disbelief mixed with barely concealed excitement as she asked, “The disaster relief grain is coming? Where did you hear that, little one?”

“Our young master heard it from Zhao…”

“She’s talking nonsense. Don’t listen to her.” Jinju appeared at the opportune moment and directly covered Yinxing’s mouth. He gave the mother a dry laugh and pulled Yinxing aside, pretending to scold her, “Young Master said you can’t talk nonsense. Why are you shouting it everywhere?”

People were strange creatures. If you told them something plainly, they wouldn’t believe it, but if you only said half of it, hiding things and leaving room for speculation, people would believe it implicitly.

The mother understood in her heart. She didn’t dwell on the matter and instead found an excuse to pull Jinju away, who was “disciplining” Yinxing: “Can I just bury this directly in the soil?”

The act had to be complete.

Jinju glared at Yinxing, imitating the way An Tan warned him, then turned to the mother with a smiling face: “You can bury it directly if you want. This thing is very easy to grow. But if you want to plant it carefully, you’ll probably have to listen to our young master’s nagging.”

The mother nodded and looked in the direction Jinju pointed.

Lin Yan was bending down, fiddling with something. He was surrounded by many people, whispering and quietly discussing.

“This Ge’er is so fair and clean, it’s just this mole…”

“Would rich families care about that? Besides, Wu Gongzi is kind-hearted. He’ll definitely marry into a good family.”

The mother squinted and looked, then pulled Jinju closer, trying to get familiar with him: “Is your young master married? Does he have children? Does he need a wet nurse?”

Lin Yan had fallen into this trap a year ago, so the first thing he did with his personal maids and servants was to unify their responses. After unified training, Jinju’s refusal was exactly the same as Lin Yan’s: “Mother, our young master isn’t a Ge’er…”

The mother touched her nose, obviously not believing him: “Not a Ge’er? Then what’s this…”

The scholar behind the mother had been observing the whole time, but suddenly he muttered, “Male body, female face.”

This scholar didn’t usually say much, so this sudden sentence surprised the mother. She sized up the scholar and asked, “Scholar Li, what did you just say?”

Scholar Li looked in Lin Yan’s direction again, his conviction growing stronger: “Male body, female face, Guanyin descending to earth.”

Lin Yan was holding a small piece of cut potato, answering every question and fulfilling every request about the planting season and pest control. He finally had the chance to take a sip of water after talking until his saliva was dry, making his final concluding remarks: “These potatoes will be ripe in about four months. You’ll understand after planting them once using the method I just described. You can stir-fry them or use them as a staple food.”

Finally, it was over.

Lin Yan sighed in relief and prepared to start slacking off again.

The crowd suddenly stirred. He didn’t know who started it, but everyone knelt down with a whoosh.

Lin Yan jumped up and rushed over to help them up.

The old man who had been chatting with him earlier had changed his expression completely, filled with gratitude, joy, and… fear.

Why were they afraid of him?

Before Lin Yan could figure it out, the old man knelt down again with a thud.

This time Lin Yan was close enough to finally hear what the old man was saying.

The old man was muttering, “Thank you, Bodhisattva. Thank you, Bodhisattva.”

Bodhisattva? Where was there a Bodhisattva?

Lin Yan helped the man up and asked softly, “What did you just call me?”

The old man touched Lin Yan’s hand, his voice uncontrollably trembling, “This old one’s eyes are dim and blurry. I didn’t recognize that you are a true Buddha reincarnated, a Buddha’s son who has descended to earth to save all living beings…”

Lin Yan’s eyelids twitched, and the little man in his heart let out the same expression of exclamation.

He was just distributing grain, how did he become Guanyin?

Before Lin Yan could react, the people kneeling on the ground began to kowtow to the sky.

“Auspicious clouds, look at the auspicious clouds!”

“The Buddha is showing his spirit!”

“Bodhisattva bless us, Bodhisattva bless us!”

Lin Yan raised his head and looked at the sky.

Auspicious clouds? Where? Isn’t that just a white cloud?

Golden light? Manifestation? Isn’t that just the sun being blocked?

Feudal superstition is killing people!!!

Lin Yan opened his mouth to explain, but looking at the increasing number of people kneeling before him, he instantly gave up the desire to explain.

“Get up, get up quickly. I can’t bear this.”

Lin Yan had just helped the person in front of him up when the people next to him knelt down, Lin Yan turned to help the people next to him, and the people he just helped up knelt down again.

Lin Yan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and a strange sentence suddenly popped into his head: This is the perpetual motion machine that countless people pursue?

Lin Yan looked at the kneeling people below in despair, laboriously putting on the dignified appearance of a Buddha’s son descending to earth, and shooing them back, “It’s getting late, everyone should go home quickly.”

The people below acted as if they had received an imperial decree, bowing and thanking him one after another.

“That’s great, the Buddha has manifested his spirit, we are saved.”

“Yes, yes.”

“I heard that the locust plague outside the city was also solved by Wu Gongzi’s ideas.”

Lin Yan reluctantly,Let it go。

Lin Yan barely maintained his composure, letting Yinxing help him back into the car.

As soon as he got into the car, Lin Yan kept pressing his temples, trying to maintain the gentleness in his voice, “Did someone say something? How did I suddenly become a golden boy who descended to earth, a Bodhisattva delivering people from suffering?”

Jinju felt very aggrieved: “We just quietly revealed the news that the imperial court’s disaster relief grain was coming, as you said.”

Yinxing also chimed in: “Gongzi is good-looking and kind-hearted. I also think Gongzi is a Bodhisattva descending to earth.”

“Don’t say that.” Lin Yan covered his head with a blanket, mentally and physically exhausted. He waved his hand to dismiss the two little ones, muttering to himself in self-pity, “This day is too tiring. Let me rest.”

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