As soon as he entered, the secret realm told him he had to do his best to play the part of a farmer. If he acted out of character, he would lose the match. The rule sounded loose, but he soon discovered there were almost no loopholes to exploit. He had planned to look for Wen Xu-Xu and Chen Zui-Zui once he finished his own work. Now, staying alive came first.
Bian Chunchou straightened his creaking old back. Then, to his horror, he heard a crack. Oh. He had twisted his back.
That made no sense. Even with his spiritual power suppressed, he still had a cultivator's body. No matter how much he had neglected Body Tempering, he couldn't be this fragile, could he?
Bian Chunchou lay on the ridge between the fields and belatedly realized that the more successfully he played a farmer, the more closely he matched the role. If this kept up... would he actually become a farmer?!
How terrifying. Did you Buddhist Cultivators always go this far in your quest to understand the heart?
"Dear, what happened to you?"
Bian Chunchou's family found him on the field ridge and soon carried him to the village's only barefoot doctor. Unfortunately, the doctor's skills were limited. All he could do was hand over two cheap medicinal plasters. They smelled awful, too, and burned fiercely against Bian Chunchou's back. He lay on the hard bed, his face buried beneath a straw pillow, looking as though he had lost all will to live.
No. He had to save himself. He couldn't wait for Wen Xu-Xu to fish him out every time. And... this was far beyond Chen Zui-Zui's capacity to think through. Would the little booklet Wen Xu-Xu had given him be enough?
As Farmer Bian drifted into a dazed