The Legend of the Demon Slayer 1-3

Volume One: The Dragon Vein

Chapter One:

Hongliang Village was notoriously poor, known throughout the surrounding area. The electricity meter on the melon stalk had to be used very carefully;
during festivals , being able to afford a bowl of white flour was considered a luxury. Although the village had a lot of land,
it was managed by the Liebao Township production brigade, so very little actually reached each household's pockets at the end of the year.

Coincidentally, Zhou Baoguo was one of the wealthiest families in the village, and the director of the town's reform commission was his son-in-law,
allowing him to reap considerable benefits during festivals. Adding to this, his wife, nearing fifty, had unexpectedly become pregnant.
The joy of having a child in his old age overwhelmed Old Man Zhou, and his son-in-law prepared half a jin of glutinous rice flour, coming
in a grand procession to welcome the good news.

The family gathered together and, unusually, enjoyed a meal of glutinous rice flour dumplings.

But who knew that on this very day at noon, Zhou Baoguo, nicknamed Yuyu, became restless in his mother's womb, causing his
wife to writhe on the kang (a heated brick bed) clutching her belly. This kept the Zhou family extremely busy. They didn't even bother to eat the scalding hot Yuyu
; they jumped off the kang and rushed to the village midwife, Yinggu.

Hongliang Village was so small that the news of Zhou's wife giving birth
spread to the neighbors before the midwife even knew.

When Yinggu arrived, a crowd of onlookers had gathered around the Zhou family's house. Although they claimed to be watching the spectacle,
their eyes never left the steaming fish-shaped noodles in the Zhou family's large pot.

"Look, look, what's so interesting? Hasn't your own wife given birth before?"

The old man was almost amused by the crowd, and a small group of people were even
drooling over the fish-shaped noodles in the pot.

"Give them the fish!"

Grandpa Zhou, unusually generous, waved his hand and distributed all the piping hot noodles and fish from his pot.
Who could blame him for being overjoyed at having a son late in life? His mouth was practically stretched to his ears in a wide grin. While

those outside were jubilant, the woman inside was writhing in pain, her stomach churning as if
countless tiny creatures were fighting inside.

The midwife, Ying Gu, entered the room and, without a word, directed the others to prepare. In those days, birthing
equipment was nothing like it is now; just a towel, water, and a pair of scissors were enough. According to Ying Gu, delivering
a baby was no different from delivering a cow—grab the baby, pull it out, and cut the umbilical cord with a pair of scissors—
simple brutal.

But to Ying Gu's surprise, although Zhou's daughter-in-law showed signs of labor, she wouldn't give birth.
Her water hadn't even broken; she just kept writhing in pain. The whole family was exhausted and dehydrated by the end of the afternoon, but
the little one inside remained unmoved.

As night fell and the moon hung high in the sky, the screams from Old Zhou's family
continued unabated.

"Is she giving birth to a baby or Nezha?!"

The villagers, captivated by the spectacle, discussed it amongst themselves. Clearly, Old Zhou's wife's screams, which lasted from noon
until evening, were more impressive than a pig's slaughter. Everyone knew the screams of a pig could be heard from miles away. But Old Zhou's
wife's screams went far beyond that; in terms of both duration and impact, they easily surpassed a pig's
cries!

This afternoon had been incredibly exhausting for Old Zhou's family, and even the midwife, Ying Gu, was questioning her own abilities. Having worked as
a midwife , she had never seen such a loud screaming. Most importantly
, all she did was scream without producing anything. She had been waiting all afternoon, wide awake, and not a single fart had escaped.

Strangely, every night around 11
PM Zhou's wife's stomach pains would subside. Her eyes would light up like light bulbs, and she'd leap off the kang (heated brick bed)
with lightning speed, faster than a rabbit.

She'd get off the kang, drag her shoes, and run towards the village entrance. Despite her large belly, none of the men in the house
could outrun her!

Once there, Zhou's wife, with her belly protruding and hands on her hips, would stand there and
unleash a torrent of curses, her voice booming. It was unclear who she was cursing, but she went on to curse everyone's ancestors for eighteen generations. And wouldn't

you know it, Zhou's wife's cursing would cause the village dogs to break free
of their kennels, jumping and barking wildly as if startled. The whole village
erupted in chaos, more boisterous than a funeral procession, continuing unabated throughout the night,
thoroughly exhausting Hongliang Village.

Most importantly, Zhou's wife was incredibly strong. She stood there as if her feet were driven into piles; three or five strong
men couldn't lift her, and she had to keep cursing until dawn the next day before she could rest.

After a quiet morning, the pain returned at noon, and she was in excruciating pain. Then, at the crack of night,
her eyes , and she would continue cursing at the village entrance. All the village dogs joined in, creating a scene… like a symphony.

You'd think a day or two would be bearable, but it lasted a whole week! This week really took its toll on the villagers of Hongliang
Village Who could withstand that? They wouldn't be able to work the next day!

However, as time went on, people gradually realized what was going on. This didn't look
like she was about to give birth at all; on the contrary, it looked like she was possessed by a ghost! (Note: "Ghost possession" is a Shanxi folk
term, meaning being possessed by a ghost!)

Old Man Zhou, realizing this, was extremely nervous, worried about his wife and his future son.
What if it was a boy? Wouldn't it be a huge loss if she died before she was even born? So Old Zhou started
looking for solutions, searching far and wide for feng shui masters (those in yellow coats) to help his wife. But in those days, the flames of the Cultural Revolution
were everywhere ; all sorts of monsters and demons had to hide. A slight misstep could result in being paraded through the streets and
imprisoned in a cowshed. Who would dare to catch a cold or have a fever? Finding a feng shui master was much harder than finding a Peking University professor in a cowshed.

Seeing his wife writhing in pain during the day and going out at night to whine and curse, Old Zhou was so worried
he'd gone gray. He was frantic, like an ant on a hot pan, completely helpless. Begging and pleading
were useless, let alone Mao Zedong's quotations—those were only good for fooling the "red-haired" (CCP) rebels.

But as the old saying goes, there's always a way out. Just when Old Zhou was at his wit's end, a miracle cure
appeared at his doorstep.

Early that morning, Zhou's wife was fast asleep in the house after finishing her rant, when Zhou's son-in-law rushed
over in a great hurry.

Behind him followed a scruffy old man with tangled hair, his eyes coldly fixed
on him, full of wariness and suspicion.

"Son-in-law, this is…"

Old Zhou asked, puzzled. Why was his son-in-law carrying such a troublesome fellow?

"Dad, this is the living Buddha, Old Taoist Li, who saved Mom's life!"

Old Zhou's son-in-law introduced Old Taoist Li with utmost respect.

It turned out that Old Taoist Li was a Taoist priest. In his youth, he happened to be caught up in the eight-year War of Resistance against Japan. Without hesitation,
he led his disciples and followers down the mountain to fight the Japanese. Later, after the reform and opening up, Old Taoist Li hid in the deep mountains and opened
a Taoist temple. However, he was dragged out by the Red Guards in the city. Naturally, these so-called "monsters and demons" were
treated with "good food and drink"! Over time, Old Taoist Li was tortured beyond recognition.

As fate would have it, not long ago, Old Zhou's son-in-law went to town on business and happened to run into
Old Li, the Taoist priest, being paraded through the streets. Wearing a tall hat and sporting a shaved head, accompanied by a whip and shouts, Old Li, with his sturdy frame
, was being beaten so badly he was questioning his existence. It was Old Li's good fortune to encounter Old Zhou's son-in-law. After some inquiries, he learned that the man
was a Taoist priest. Old Zhou's son-in-law's eyes lit up. His mother-in-law was desperate for a cure, and this parade of Old Li was like a godsend. Without hesitation, Old Zhou's son-in-law offered a cow to the town leaders to replace Old Li. 　　The son-in-law wasn't stupid; if Old Li could cure his mother-in-law, that would be fine; if not, the town wouldn't mind having another target for criticism. 　　Hearing his son-in-law explain the situation, Old Zhou excitedly grasped Old Li's hand, his expression no different from meeting a high-ranking official. 　　"Old Taoist priest, you must help me save my wife! She's worn me out so much, my old bones are about to fall apart!" 　　Faced with his wife, who had suddenly appeared as a lifeline, Old Zhou cried uncontrollably, tears streaming down . 　　Old Taoist priest Li, however, nodded expressionlessly and went into the house first. 　　Old Zhou's wife was lying on the kang (heated brick bed), snoring loudly. 　　Old Taoist priest Li circled Old Zhou's wife a few times, then looked around at the furnishings and turned back, saying, "Does she usually sleep like this all morning? No other activity?" 　　Clearly, Old Zhou's son-in-law had given Old Taoist priest a general explanation before coming over. 　　"Yes, she just lies there, and every noon she starts fussing, rolling around on the floor in pain!" 　　"Does she eat?" 　　"Yes! She eats as soon as she gets back from yelling at people in the morning!" 　　"Does she eat a lot?" " 　　A lot, all the grown men in the village combined can't outeat her!" 　　Hearing Old Man Zhou say this, Old Man Li frowned. He sat on the kang ( a heated brick bed), turned Old Man Li's wife over, and laid her out in a starfish position. 　　Strangely enough, no matter what Old Man Li did, Old Man Zhou's wife slept like , snoring loudly without making a sound. 　　Old Man Li got on the kang, checked Old Man Zhou's wife's eyelids, and then took her pulse. 　　"The child is fine, she's just been hooked by that trade!" 　　Old Man Li rubbed the soles of his shoes, picked up the large pipe from the head of the kang, rolled some tobacco, and started smoking by the stove. 　　Normally, Old Li wouldn't receive such treatment. Forget smoking his pipe, even questionable. But now, seeing someone in need, Old Li became leisurely, sitting on the kang (heated brick bed) smoking his pipe , looking every bit like a wealthy landlord. 　　Hearing that he'd been followed, Old Zhou stamped his feet anxiously. 　　"Old Master, my wife has been making a fuss for a week now, and she's carrying our family's heir, you see …" 　　"No problem!" 　　That was exactly what Old Li wanted to hear, and he smoked his pipe even more vigorously. 　　"However, after looking at your wife's face, I think there's something amiss with the child she'll give birth to. Born in an unlucky year, month, and hour, he'll attract unclean spirits from a young age. I think I have a connection with him. How about this: after the child is born, he can stay with me, and I'll be his master. What do you say?" 　　Years later, when Zhou Baoguo was grown up, he realized that Li Laodao was simply trying to fool his father out of fear of being caught and labeled a demon. There was no such thing as an unlucky year, month, or hour; he was just trying to fool the uneducated villagers. But believe it or not, people in those days, though they constantly shouted "Long live Chairman Mao ! Long live Marxism! Down with all demons and monsters!", were actually quite fearless when faced with something inexplicable by science. They weren't fools. Normally, they might cooperate with the Red Guards, but when faced with something scientifically inexplicable, who wouldn't run far away? 　　Hearing Li Laodao's persuasive words, Zhou Baoguo, whose belief in ghosts and spirits was deeply ingrained, agreed . 　　Two lives lost, one unborn child! If he didn't agree, how could his wife and child be safe? 　　Seeing Old Zhou agree, a slight smile finally appeared on Old Li's stiff face . Then, Old Li turned to look at the others in the room. 　　"Besides the stomachache, what did this pregnant woman curse about last night? Do you know who she was cursing about?"

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