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Chapter Five: The Dust Settles
Li Fugen returned to the Village Committee, knowing he had to find a way to stop Liu Fang's revenge plan as soon as possible. He recalled Liu Fang's Diary and the curse on the copper coin. He felt he must discover a way to lift the curse.
He went back to the Old Wizard's home to inquire about how to break the curse. The Old Wizard told him there was only one way: to find the person who cast the curse and have them lift it.
"But Liu Fang has lost her sanity; she won't easily lift the curse," Li Fugen said.
"Then we must use another method," the Old Wizard replied. "We need to find the source of the curse and destroy it."
"The source of the curse?" Li Fugen asked, puzzled.
"Yes, the source of the curse is that copper coin," the Old Wizard explained. "As long as you destroy the coin, the curse will vanish."
Li Fugen's heart stirred as he remembered the copper coin in Liu Fang's possession. He knew he had to find her quickly and reclaim it.
He returned to the underground hideout where Liu Fang had been, only to find she was gone. Searching around, he finally located her in a dilapidated house on the West Side of the Village.
Liu Fang stood by the window, gazing at the village in the distance, her eyes filled with hatred. In her hand, she tightly clutched the copper coin.
"Liu Fang, stop this," Li Fugen urged.
"I will not stop," Liu Fang replied coldly. "I want Li Dazhuang to pay for his crimes."
"What you're doing will only lead you into suffering as well," Li Fugen said.
"I don't care," Liu Fang shouted angrily. "I've lost everything; I only want revenge for my father."
She raised the copper coin towards Li Fugen and said, "Li Fugen, leave. I don't want to hurt you."
Li Fugen looked at Liu Fang, feeling helpless. He knew he could not stop her.
"Liu Fang, listen to me," he pleaded. "What you're doing will only bring you pain. If your father knew about this, he wouldn't be happy either."
Liu Fang's body trembled slightly, and a flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes.
"Do you really think so?" Liu Fang asked.
"Yes, I do," Li Fugen replied. "Your father was a good man; he wouldn't want you to become a vengeful demon."
Liu Fang fell silent. She stared at the copper coin in her hand, her eyes filled with turmoil.
"Liu Fang, let go of the coin," Li Fugen said. "Let go of your hatred."
Tears streamed down Liu Fang's face as she slowly released the copper coin from her grasp.
"Li Fugen, I was wrong," Liu Fang cried. "I let hatred blind me, and I almost made a terrible mistake."
Li Fugen stepped forward and gently embraced Liu Fang.
"It's alright; it's all in the past now," Li Fugen reassured her. "You still have a chance to start anew."
Liu Fang nodded, wiping her tears away. She looked at Li Fugen and said, "Li Fugen, thank you. You helped me realize that hatred doesn't solve anything."
Li Fugen nodded in return, his heart swelling with relief as he gazed at Liu Fang.
"Liu Fang, what do you plan to do now?" Li Fugen asked.
"I want to leave this place," Liu Fang said. "I want to go somewhere no one knows me and start over."
"Alright, I support you," Li Fugen said. "I'll help you arrange everything."
Li Fugen saw Liu Fang off and then returned to the Village Committee, pulling out the copper coin.
He looked at the coin, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him. He knew that this coin had once brought great disaster to the village. But now, it was all over.
He picked up a hammer and struck the coin with force. It shattered into two pieces, and with it, the curse vanished.
The village returned to tranquility, and the villagers resumed their normal lives. Li Fugen looked at the peaceful village, his heart filled with contentment. He knew he had done the right thing.
As he gazed at the distant green mountains, he reflected on everything that had transpired. He understood that it was all over now, but he would never forget the lessons this turmoil had taught him.
Time flowed like a gentle stream, and the village gradually returned to calm after the harrowing turmoil. Li Fugen stood beneath the old banyan tree at the village entrance, gazing at the rolling green mountains in the distance, his heart filled with myriad emotions.
The shattered copper coin had been carefully buried on the hillside behind the village, as if entombing a past too painful to recall. Life in the village resumed its former tranquility, yet each person carried a newfound reverence for life and contemplation of human nature.
The grave of Li Dazhuang's family of three was tended to by the villagers, kept neat and solemn. Every Qingming Festival, people would spontaneously come to pay their respects, offering bouquets of fresh flowers and praying for their peace in the afterlife.
Liu Fang had left the village to start anew. Occasionally, Li Fugen would receive letters from her, in which she described her life in a foreign land, her words imbued with calmness and hope. He knew she had emerged from the shadow of hatred and found her own redemption.
The village elders often gathered beneath the banyan tree to recount stories about that copper coin. They spoke of it as a symbol of evil that brought disaster and death. Yet they also said it was Li Fugen's bravery and kindness that ultimately triumphed over evil, allowing the village to be reborn.
Li Fugen understood that he had merely done what he believed was right. He did not see himself as a hero; he was just an ordinary villager, a village chief who wished to protect his home.
As night fell, tranquility enveloped the village. Li Fugen returned home and lit the oil lamp on his table. The dim light illuminated his weathered face.
He picked up the diary resting on the table and opened its yellowed pages, revealing elegant handwriting. It was Lin Wan'er's diary, chronicling her yearning for life and her dreams of love.
Li Fugen gently caressed the diary, filled with emotion. He knew that Lin Wan'er's death was both the beginning and end of this story.
He closed the diary and extinguished the oil lamp. In the darkness, he seemed to see Lin Wan'er's smile, Liu Fang's silhouette, and the gravestone of Li Dazhuang's family.
He understood that everything had come to an end. Yet he also knew that some things would never fade away.
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