The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 102

Shizun, pay attention to me.

These were the first words that Mo Ran said when they first met at Tong Tian Tower.

At that time, Chu Wanning had his eyes closed. When Mo Ran called him, he lifted his eyelashes.

These were also the last words that Mo Ran said when they parted at the Red Lotus Pavilion.

At that time, Chu Wanning had his eyes closed. When Mo Ran called him, he never lifted his head again.

These words floated from Tong Tian Tower for half a lifetime. They floated to the side of the lotus pond and finally settled.

Whether it was the hatred or love of these years, they all dissipated. They were all cold.

Mo Ran finished the last jar of Pear Blossom White and walked down the South Peak, the peak of life and death. He walked into the afterglow of his doomsday. On the second day, the rebel army attacked the Shaman Mountain Palace. However, they found that the Emperor Ta, who had plagued the world for ten years, had committed suicide at the age of thirty-two.

Until now, two lifetimes had passed.

Mo Ran opened his eyes.

He slept under the flowering tree in front of Tong Tian Tower. When he woke up, he was still at a loss and did not know what to do.

He could only subconsciously murmur, “Shizun … pay attention to me …”

Then he remembered that in this life, Chu Wanning was no longer around.

In his previous life, he was used to a hard life. Chu Wanning was the person who accompanied him to the end. In this life, he did not want to be a bad person again. However, Chu Wanning could not see it anymore.

Maybe the heavens could not bear it, or maybe it was fate. In his previous life, Chu Wanning was already disgusted with him. Therefore, in this life, he was the first person to leave.

Mo Ran covered his eyes with his arm and resisted the choking in his throat.

He heard Xue Zhengyong’s anxious shout from afar. His uncle was looking for him. His uncle was shouting, “Ran Er — where are you? Ran Er! ”

Shi Mei was also calling him, “Mo Ran, where are you … come out quickly …”

“Ran Er, come back and accompany Yu Heng! Don’t do anything stupid, Ran Er! ”

Accompany Yu Heng.

Accompany him …

Mo Ran then got up from the ground and staggered towards the sound.

He couldn’t collapse, he couldn’t collapse — he still had a lot of things to do. The mastermind behind the scenes had yet to be found. Not to mention that the Sky-Splitting Calamity could happen again at any time, the Summit of Life and Death had suffered heavy losses, and there were hundreds of things to be done … Xue Meng was in so much pain that he had lost his mind. He couldn’t collapse.

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But how….

How could it not hurt when he had to crawl all the way back while carrying him on his back …

How could it not hurt when he had used up the last bit of his spiritual energy and channeled all of his spiritual energy into himself?

He had clearly suffered the same injuries. In order not to burden his disciple, he acted like he had cut off all ties and left on his own … how….

In his previous life, Chu Wanning’s injuries were the same as Shi Mei’s. It was just that he did not say it. If he did not say it, Mo Ran would not know.

He continued to roar angrily at Chu Wanning, venting his endless hatred towards her. He flipped over all of the wontons that Chu Wanning had painstakingly wrapped for him before she recovered from her injuries onto the ground.

Chu Wanning bent down in front of him and lowered his head. He picked them up one by one and threw them all away.

How… is.. not painful?

How could it not hurt!!

He dug out Chu Wanning’s heart! How could it not hurt!! How..

Mo Ran couldn’t walk any further. He had endured for a long time and calmed himself down. His entire body was trembling from head to toe.

So painful.

He buried his face in his palms and bit his lips. He swallowed his cries and blood.

After a long, long time, he barely managed to calm his emotions.

He raised his head. His eyes were red. Then he took a deep breath and slowly walked down the endless stairs.

He could not collapse.

“Uncle.”

“Ran ‘er, where did you go? You worried me to death. If something happened to you, how could I face Yu Heng in the afterlife? ”

“It’s my fault.” Mo Ran said, “I’m fine. I made uncle worry.”

Xue Zhengyong shook his head. He did not know what to say. He only patted Mo Ran’s shoulder. After a while, he said, “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. You’re much better than Meng ‘er…

. “Mo Ran asked hoarsely,” Where’s Xue Meng? ”

“He’s sick. His fever won’t subside. He just drank some medicine and fell asleep. Fortunately, he fell asleep. When he woke up, he cried. No one could persuade him.” Xue Zhengyong seemed very tired. “The Infernal Hell’s Sky-Splitting Incident caused a huge uproar in the cultivation world. The upper cultivation world also began to send people to investigate the matter. However, the person behind the scenes dealt with it extremely cleanly. Colorful Butterfly Town was almost razed to the ground in the bloody battle. Not a single clue was found. ”

Hearing this news, Mo Ran did not find it strange. That person’s ability was clearly beyond everyone’s expectations. Even his expectations were beyond his expectations.

How could someone who could take Chu Wanning’s life leave behind something that could be used against them so easily?

“What do they plan to do with the upper cultivation world?”

Xue Zhengyong said, “For this matter, they decided to set an example for each sect and discuss it at the peak of Spirit Mountain. I’m leaving tomorrow … but with Meng ‘er like this, I’m really worried … ”

He was right. In the Colorful Butterfly Town incident, even the world’s number one grandmaster, Chu Wanning, lost his life. No matter how indifferent the upper cultivation world was, it was impossible for them to sit idly by.

“Who was the person who laid down the formation and opened the barrier?”

“Why did he do this?”

“What will this person’s next move be?”

These three questions hovered in everyone’s heart like vultures. Everyone wanted to know the answer. However, after investigating for a long time, they were still at a loss. Left with no choice, they could only join hands.

Mo Ran said, “Uncle, don’t worry. I’ll help Aunt take care of the sect’s affairs.”

“That’s good, that’s good … sigh … it’s been hard on you guys.”

Xue Zhengyong left, and Xue Meng was absent-minded all day long. The backlog of letters and letters fell on Mo Ran’s shoulders.

Mo Ran immersed himself in the letters and letters. He didn’t dare to slack off for a moment, because as soon as he stopped to think or take a break, the intense pain and regret would drag him down into the abyss and torture his broken soul. He couldn’t wait to bend his head and read the letters day and night to get rid of the endless guilt and torment in his heart.

When the Avici Hell cracked open, the mortal world was full of Yin Qi. Many demons that had been dormant for a long time took this opportunity to reappear in Jianghu and wreak havoc everywhere. These days, the letters asking for help from the Life and Death Summit piled up into a small hill. Mo Ran was so busy that he forgot to eat and sleep. He often went to the Dan Xin Palace at dawn and didn’t go back to rest until late at night.

But even so, he would still be caught off guard in the sea of books and be pierced by the fragments left behind by Chu Wanning.

“… The Green Zombie is stirring up trouble. The elders and the weak of the eighty-two households in Fengling Village can’t stand it. Fortunately, the Mecha God of Night made by the elders of your sect can temporarily ward off the evil. But it’s not a long-term solution. Please … ”

The tear of the candle slowly fell, and a string of sparks burst out of the wick.

When Mo Ran came back to his senses, he realized that he had been staring at the letter for a long time. He rubbed the words “God of Night” with his fingers and thought of Chu Wanning in the Red Lotus Pavilion with a ponytail and a file in his mouth, attentively applying tung oil to the Mecha.

Mo Ran sighed deeply. He touched his forehead with his fingertips and gently rubbed it.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

“Shi Mei?”

A handsome young man in plain white clothes walked in and put down the tray in his hands beside Mo Ran’s desk. He rolled up his sleeves and lit the candle. Then he said gently, “Mo Ran, you’ve been busy all day. Eat something.”

“… Okay.”

Mo Ran smiled bitterly. He put down the file and pinched between his eyebrows.

“I made a bowl of ginseng chicken soup and a few stir-fried dishes.” Shi Mei put the vegetables on the table and tested the temperature of the bowl. “It’s okay. It’s still warm.”

As the two of them were eating, Shi Mai saw a strand of hair falling from his forehead, which made his handsome face look haggard. Shi Mai reached out and helped him to fix the strand of hair.

“Mo Ran.”

“Yes?”

“That day … Did you have something to say to me?”

Mo Ran’s mind was in a mess. He didn’t react for a while. He looked at him and asked, “Which day?”

“…” Shi Mei pursed his lips and lowered his eyes. “The day when the sky cracked.”

“…”

“You said you were going to help … help Shizun repair the sky crack. If you still want to say something to me when you come back, then …” His voice trailed off and he lowered his head.

In the sea of candlelight, Shi Mei’s snow-white earrings seemed to be a little red.

Mo Ran stared at them for a long time. He couldn’t say anything for a long time.

He felt that he loved Shi Mei deeply. But he didn’t have the heart to do so. Not at all.

He was indeed shameless. He didn’t care about trifles. He didn’t care about the criticism of the world. He didn’t know what etiquette was.

But this didn’t mean that he didn’t have a heart.

“I’m sorry.” After a long silence, Mo Ran said softly, “I feel bad. I think … Now isn’t the time to talk about this. So I’ll tell you about it later, okay?”

Shi Mei suddenly looked up. His beautiful eyes were full of astonishment.

Mo Ran smiled bitterly. He reached out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and rubbed Shi Mei’s hair. “I’ve always been a stupid person. I have so many things to deal with these days. I … I don’t know when I’ll be able to calm down and figure everything out. I’m afraid I’m too hasty. ”

Even the warmth of the candlelight couldn’t hide Shi Mei’s face from gradually turning pale.

“Hasty?”

After a pause, he suddenly laughed.

“Mo Ran, it was a matter of life and death. I thought you were going to tell me something you’ve thought through thoroughly.”

“Yes.” Mo Ran frowned. “I’ve kept that matter in my heart for a long time. I’ve never changed it. But …”

“But?”

“… But not now.”

Mo Ran clenched his fists in his sleeves.

“Not now, Shi Mei. You don’t know. It’s a very important matter. I don’t want to tell you in such a hurried and uncomfortable situation. I … ”

“Young Master!”

Suddenly, a subordinate rushed in recklessly. When he saw that the person in charge of the sect affairs in Dan Xin Palace was Mo Ran, he hurriedly lowered his head and bowed. “Ah, Young Master Mo.”

After being interrupted, the slight redness on Shi Mei’s face faded. He flung his sleeves and sat back down. His whole person became light and looked very clean.

Mo Ran didn’t notice the change in his mood. He raised his eyes and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“There’s an important guest outside the mountain gate. I’m here to report.”

“Important guest?” Mo Ran said, “All the famous people in the ten biggest sects are at Spirited Mountain. How could there be an important guest?”

The disciple seemed to be scared and excited. He was incoherent. After a while, he said with a red face, “It’s, it’s Master Huaizui of Wubei Temple!!”

“What?!”

Even though he was the Emperor Ta, Mo Ran couldn’t help but stand up. Shi Mei was also shocked.

“Master Huaizui?”

It was no wonder that Mo Ran was so shocked. This Master Huaizui was like a legend in the cultivation world.

This person had already achieved enlightenment and was supposed to ascend. However, when the gate of heaven opened to him, he stood still and said that he couldn’t see through the world of mortals. He couldn’t let go of his obsession and couldn’t wash away the sins of his early years. In the end, the light disappeared and the lotuses withered. Master Huaizui’s kasaya was tattered. He pointed his cane and floated away. He didn’t become an immortal after all.

After he refused to ascend, he went to Wubei Temple to meditate. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.

A hundred years later, the cultivation world only heard of his name but didn’t see him. There were only a few seniors in Jianghu who had seen him.

Mo Ran turned the world upside down in his previous life, but he didn’t have the chance to meet Master Huaizui. This was because Huaizui was really too old. A year before Mo Ran reached the peak of the human world, he passed away in a spring rain. No one knew how old he was.

Who would have thought that after his rebirth, Master Huaizui would visit him in the middle of the night.

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He didn’t know what Master Huaizui wanted to do. But for a moment, Mo Ran remembered the rumors about Master Huaizui.

Huaizui … Huaizui!

How could he forget about Master Huaizui?!

In his previous life, when Shi Mei died, he didn’t know that there was such a powerful senior in the cultivation world because of his shallow knowledge. After he ascended the throne, he heard from his subordinates that one of the three forbidden techniques, “Rebirth”, was practiced by someone in the world.

That person was none other than Huaizui.

He was in a hurry to go to Wubei Temple to ask for help to bring back Shi Mei’s soul. However, when the people he sent returned, they told him that the master had passed away. He had missed the last chance to bring Shi Mei back to life.

But at this moment, this legendary figure was still alive! Still alive!!

How could he forget?! How could he forget?

Mo Ran’s heart trembled and his whole body began to tremble. He suddenly stood up and his eyes lit up. He hurriedly said, “Quickly invite the Master in!”

Before the disciple who came to report could agree, Mo Ran said again, “No, I’ll go outside and welcome him.” He hadn’t taken two steps when he suddenly saw a yellow shadow flash outside.

The candle didn’t move. The fire didn’t move.

There was no wind at all.

No one saw clearly. Even Mo Ran, who had good eyesight, didn’t see how he came in. A middle-aged monk wearing a bamboo hat and a cassock was already standing in the Danqing Hall.

His figure was like lightning. He stopped right in front of Mo Ran, so close that it seemed a little out of place.

“Sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night. Almsgiver Mo, please don’t move.”

A low and gentle voice slowly came from the bamboo hat. When Mo Ran and Shi Mei heard it, they were both shocked.

This voice didn’t sound like that of a century-old man.

Before they could think, they saw that the monk had removed his bamboo hat. Under the light of the hall, they saw that he was a man in his thirties. He was thin and handsome, and his eyes were bright. They were sharp but not threatening. Instead, they were calm and clear, like the condensed light of the river and the sea.

“… You are …”

The monk put his palms together and bowed. “Amitabha, I am Huaizui.”

No one expected that Master Huaizui, who was at least a hundred years old, would look even younger than Xue Zhengyong. For a moment, everyone was speechless.

However, Mo Ran was not stupid when it came to cultivation. He remembered that Huaizui had given up on ascending and stayed in the mortal world. Except for the final tribulation of reincarnation, he was no different from a deity. Therefore, he was a little relieved. However, he couldn’t take his eyes off him.

Huaizui didn’t want to disturb more people, so only the three of them sat in the Dan Xin Palace. Mo Ran personally served the master some hot tea. Huaizui took it and thanked him. He put the tea on the small red sandalwood table and slowly raised his head.

Although he was very gentle and polite, he didn’t beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

“Mister Mo, please forgive me for being presumptuous. But I am here today for an old friend.”

Mo Ran’s heart raced, and he felt dizzy. His knuckles pinched the corner of the table so hard that the table was about to be crushed.

He stared at Master Huaizui’s face. All kinds of words from his previous life came back to him like snowflakes.

“It is said that only one person in the world has successfully used the Art of Rebirth, one of the Three Great Forbidden Arts. But rumors are just rumors. I don’t know if they are true or not …”

“Where is Master Huaizui? No matter what price I have to pay, I will save Shi Mei! ”

“Your Majesty, Huaizui … has passed away many years ago. He didn’t write anything about rebirth. He only left a sentence about it, ‘It is extremely dangerous to change one’s life.’ Other than that, there are no other words … ”

Those fragmented words brushed past his ears.

“Master Huaizui understands the reincarnation of humans and ghosts.”

“It is said that he can communicate with the ghost world. If he is still in the mortal world, Senior Brother Ming Jing may be able to come back to life. Unfortunately, sigh …”

“Master Huaizui is the ghost in the world of the living. The matters of Yin and Yang are all controlled by him.”

Mo Ran took a deep breath and was surprised to find that his voice was trembling.

“Old friend … old friend …”

He murmured, his eyes following Master Huaizui’s clear eyes.

Mo Ran’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzzing. Fine sweat seeped out of his back. He asked in a low voice, “Who is old friend?”

The monk slowly stood up. In the dim candlelight, there was no shadow under his feet.

The thin yellow robe’s sleeves hung down. The clothes were old, but there were no wrinkles. They fluttered in the wind like a flickering ghost. This Grandmaster was truly unfathomable.

Mo Ran could hear his own heartbeat. He couldn’t help but stand up with Huaizui. The two looked at each other.

“Master.” If there was a mirror hanging high up in the sky, he would be able to see that there was a trace of hope in his eyes. Because of this hope, there was also a trace of pleading. “Who … is it for an old friend …”

Was it him?

Was it him?

Huaizui suddenly lowered his eyelashes and sighed. “My disciple, Chu Wanning, died seven days ago. Tonight is the night of his return to life. I can’t bear to see him die. I came to the peak of life and death to ask for Benefactor Mo’s mercy and return me a disciple. ”