The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 240
The sound of “Stop” was like a doomsday bell.
Mo Ran could almost guess what he was going to see next. His hair stood on end and his blood surged. He wanted to get out of the illusion and escape, but at the same time, he wanted to rush back to the past and protect Chu Wanning.
“No … Huaizui … you can’t …”
But he couldn’t do anything to stop it. All of this had happened a long time ago.
He could only watch the situation in front of him with numb scalp. He watched as Chu Wanning furrowed his dark eyebrows, his expression resolute and unyielding as he calmly met Huaizui’s gaze.
Mo Ran couldn’t help but shout at him, “Run! Run! ”
The young Chu Wanning had always trusted Huaizui. He trusted this honored master who raised him as a sacrifice. He trusted his adoptive father and benefactor. So even if he was extremely disappointed, he didn’t see the murderous intent in Huaizui’s eyes. Mo Ran blocked in front of him — — he knew it was useless, but he couldn’t just stand by and watch.
“I beg you, run …”
Chu Wanning didn’t leave. He walked towards Huaizui step by step like a pine tree. Finally, he stood still. His ponytail was messed up by the wind. His blood-stained and mud-stained robes were also messed up by the wind.
Huaizui’s lips opened and closed. He said slowly, “You can leave the temple and go down the mountain.”
“Honored Master?” Chu Wanning’s phoenix eyes widened slightly. He didn’t understand the sinister nature of people’s hearts. He only saw the executioner’s knife as a bright moon by the window. For a moment, he was even grateful and happy.
He thought that Huaizui finally understood him.
But the knife was cold and murderous. Huaizui said, “When you walk out of this courtyard tonight, you are no longer a member of Wu Bei Temple. Our fourteen years of relationship as master and disciple is now severed. ”
“…” Her phoenix eyes were still wide open, but the content in them slowly changed from joy to astonishment and sorrow.
Chu Wanning probably didn’t expect Huaizui to be so resolute. He stood there stiffly for a long time before he finally moved his lips. Beside him, Mo Ran was extremely anxious. He kept muttering, “I beg you, hurry up and leave. Leave this place. Don’t say anymore. Leave this place.”
His lips moved, but he couldn’t utter a complete sentence.
Huaizui stared at him. This was the heaviest bet he had ever made. Wanning was a sentimental person. For the past 14 years, only the two of them had been companions. If he cut off this master-disciple relationship, it would be like cutting his heart with a knife. He probably wouldn’t …
Chu Wanning knelt down.
“…” Huaizui was stunned.
He was still numbly thinking that it couldn’t be. How could he be so resolute and obstinate?
Chu Wanning knelt down and kowtowed.
One knock, two knocks, until nine knocks.
He raised his face again. His eyes were clear and there was no moisture, but his cheeks were wet.
“Disciple Chu Wanning thanks Master for the grace of raising me. From now on … “His Adam’s apple moved. From now on what? He didn’t know. He couldn’t continue.
Perhaps it was because of the strong wind and the cold weather, but Huaizui’s body swayed slightly in the wind. His kasaya was blown into a mess, and the strong wind filled his sleeves. His face became darker and colder, and his lips were drained of color. He stared at the person kneeling in front of him.
That piece of …
Wood! Wood!
He carved and painted it, and made blood to give life. He taught it attentively and racked his brains.
He did so much and waited for fourteen years just to send this piece of wood to the World of Spirits and Souls to become a body to carry Chu Lan’s spirit. He didn’t do it just to see it here today talking and worrying about the country and its people. What was it?
A piece of scrap!
Chopping wood!
The fire in his chest burned into his eyes. He was so impulsive that he wanted to destroy the world.
This kind of Huaizui was too dangerous. Mo Ran bent down and tried to hug Chu Wanning, but he couldn’t catch him. He couldn’t touch him. Chu Wanning was still as stubborn as ever. He knelt in the same spot stubbornly and obediently. He was stubborn because he had the Dao in his heart, and obedient because he felt guilty.
Chu Wanning’s eyes reflected Huaizui’s increasingly ferocious face. His chest was filled with hot blood that couldn’t be quelled.
His entire body was made for others. He was a woodchopper, a piece of wood without a soul.
He knelt on the ground. The only thing he didn’t think about was himself.
“Wanning …” Mo Ran suddenly choked up. He raised his hand and touched the face that he couldn’t touch. “I beg you … go … go …”
“Clang!” It was the sound of metal falling to the ground.
Mo Ran slowly turned his head. There was a scimitar lying on the ground. It was Huaizui’s weapon.
Under the moonlight, the butcher’s eyes glowed with an endless bloody light. He kicked the scimitar again, kicking it straight to Chu Wanning’s knee.
“No, no, no. Don’t, don’t.”
Mo Ran was completely flustered. He tried to grab the scimitar, but the tip of the scimitar passed through his fingers. He couldn’t grab it. No matter how desperately he tried, he couldn’t grab it.
In the end, a slender and well-proportioned hand reached over and grasped the scimitar that Mo Ran couldn’t hold no matter how hard he tried.
At this time, Chu Wanning’s eyes were calm. The initial shock had already disappeared. The great pain also gradually subsided when Huaizui threw the scimitar at him.
He seemed very relieved.
“If Shizun wants my life, I’ll give it to you.” Chu Wanning said, “Living for fourteen years and living for a hundred and forty years is actually no different if we’re both sitting in this world.”
Huaizui’s eyes suddenly didn’t look like the aloof eminent monk at all. For a moment, Mo Ran clearly saw the shadow of Young Man on his face.
It was the shadow of the teenager on the rainy night before the rebellion in Lin ‘an.
“Chu Wanning,” Huaizui said coldly, “if you want to end things with me, I won’t hold you back. I don’t care about what you eat and wear for the past 14 years. But you have to return what you’ve learned to me. ”
“…”
Huaizui narrowed his eyes. “I’m going to take away your spiritual nucleus.”
The spiritual nucleus was the purest condensed crystal of a cultivator. It was the same if it was a sacred wood. As long as he had the spiritual nucleus, he might be able to remodel a Chu Wanning.
This time, he definitely couldn’t teach him the righteousness of the common people. He couldn’t let him learn benevolence and kindness.
He wanted Chu Wanning’s spiritual nucleus.
The heart of a living person.
Chu Wanning looked at him for a while. The light and shadow in the Zen temple flashed. There were monks doing evening classes in the Great Hall. The sound of chanting came from afar, like the smell of sandalwood.
Huaizui’s voice suddenly sounded in Mo Ran’s ears again. But this time, he only said two sentences. These two sentences seemed to have exhausted all his courage and strength.
His voice seemed to have aged a hundred years in an instant.
“He knelt on the ground and looked at me. I suddenly felt that when the Buddha forgave the mortals who hurt him, he had that kind of look in his eyes.”
“He was pitying his executioner, the living creatures under the knife, and the butcher with blood on his hands.”
“No!!!” Mo Ran screamed.
But the knife light flashed, and he suddenly closed his eyes. With a clear piercing sound, Mo Ran curled up on the ground.
“No …”
Blood spurted out, and bones and flesh were separated.
Mo Ran crawled over to Chu Wanning’s side, wailing. He kept shaking his head, tears and snot flowing. He hurriedly blocked Chu Wanning’s wound, trying to infuse spiritual power to stop the bleeding.
Nothing worked.
Nothing worked.
He watched as Chu Wanning resisted the pain, and used magic to prevent himself from fainting. He watched as Chu Wanning stabbed the knife into his chest, inch by inch. Blood, hot blood everywhere.
Boiling hot, flowing, blazing hot.
How could it not be a living person?
Flesh, it was flesh that was torn.
It was bright red, sweet, and broken.
How could it not be a living person?! How could it be!!!
Huaizui stood stiffly in the same place. His expression was still fixed at the last moment, looking ferocious and cruel. But the light in his eyes flickered, trembled, trembled, and was at a loss …
What he hoped for, was it really like this?
At that moment, the picture scroll suddenly became turbulent and blurred. The scene in front of Mo Ran’s eyes became distorted and chaotic because of Huaizui’s emotions when he made this scroll.
He saw so many old memories emerging from the blood, and every one of them was soft and real.
Mo Ran saw the eleven or twelve year old Chu Wanning preparing to leave after summoning Tianwen at the Golden Pool. But a guqin with a begonia-like tail floated out of the lake. The moment it floated, Chu Wanning’s body also shone, as if they were reflecting each other. He touched the strings of the guqin in surprise and puzzlement, “What is this? What’s going on?”
Huaizui immediately guessed that this guqin was probably made from a part of the Divine Wood of Yan Emperor. It and Chu Wanning came from the same source, so naturally they could sense each other. He looked very excited, a little surprised, and a little happy, “This should be your Destined Divine Weapon.”
“Destined Divine Weapon?”
Huaizui was pleasantly surprised, but his eyes were a little evasive, “… Yes, some people are born with a unique bone structure, and are born with a connection to the Divine Weapon.”
Chu Wanning laughed, “My bone structure is unique?”
“…” Huai Zui avoided answering. She stroked the wooden body of the Nine Songs Zither and sighed. “This zither is fated to be with you. I’m afraid you don’t need a spirit core to summon it … It’s connected to your blood.”
The picture changed. Mo Ran saw two people walking outside Lin ‘an city. Huaizui followed behind little Wanning and kept asking him to slow down.
He saw the steaming hot flower cakes and Chu Wanning’s innocent smile through the steam.
He saw that in the inn, Chu Wanning was holding a small fan. She was trying her best to fan Huai Zui, who was meditating.
He saw Chu Wanning eat the sweet lotus root for the first time. The sweet juice filled his mouth, and he grinned and laughed at Huaizui.
Finally, the illusion stopped at a certain summer by the side of a lotus pond. The lotus leaves that reached the sky were infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the pond were extremely brilliant. Red dragonflies flew up and down gracefully, curling up and stopping. It was a perfect evening.
The five or six-year-old Chu Wanning smiled and sat cross-legged like Huaizui. He looked at his master with a pair of dark and gentle eyes, “Master, master, let’s play one more time. Let’s play one more time.”
Huaizui said, “No, I’m going to the canteen to recite scriptures for an old friend.”
“Play one more time. It’s the last time. It’s really the last time.”
Then, without waiting for the big monk to speak, the little boy rolled up the sleeves of his grey monk robe, and the lotus flowers swayed. He reached out his little hand and excitedly touched Huaizui’s hand, which he didn’t want to pay attention to. His childish voice was sweet and tender, like fresh water chestnuts and sweet lotus roots.
“You against one, I against one, what blooming in the water? Lotus blooming in the water.
You against two, I against two, what blooming in a bunch? Elm trees blooming in a bunch. ”
Huaizui couldn’t do anything. Looking at his smiling face, he could only shake his head. He laughed and high-fived him, playing a childish game.
“You against nine, I against nine, what blooming in the wind? Dandelions blooming in the wind.
You against ten, I against ten, what blooming without leaves? Wintersweet blooming without leaves. ”
Blood stained his clothes, and the red lotus was soaked.
In the monastery, Huaizui closed his eyes.
It was … a broken piece of wood.
The happy laughter of the past was still in his ears.
It was a soulless person.
“What blooming in the water? Hahaha, Shizun is so stupid, the lotus blooming in the water. ”
It was an empty shell, the fleshly body he wanted to sacrifice to Chu Xun, the wood of atonement he had spent a hundred years to obtain! It wasn’t a living person! It didn’t have a soul!
“Shizun, I’ll give you half of the flower cake. You eat the big one, I’ll eat the small one.”
Huaizui’s tears streamed down.
He trembled, trembled violently, and groaned. He ran toward the child who had already plunged a blade into his heart, whose spirit core had already begun to crack and was about to be dug out.
He knelt down, he howled in pain, his voice hoarse. He was like Mo Ran, who was hugging Chu Wanning, but could only pass by Chu Wanning. The sobs coming from his throat were like weeping blood, like a knife stabbing not into Chu Wanning’s heart, but into his throat, into his soul.
How could there be no spirit soul …
It was he who closed his eyes and didn’t see, who closed his ears and didn’t listen.
He had always known, he had always been aware of it in his heart.
From Chu Wanning’s smile, from Chu Wanning’s seriousness, from Chu Wanning’s tolerance and gentleness, from Chu Wanning’s stubbornness and perseverance, he had always seen that person’s spirit.
But for his own selfish interests, for the so-called atonement, he pretended to be deaf and mute, he numbed himself.
Chu Wanning was never a wooden statue, an empty shell.
He was a person of flesh and blood, who could cry and laugh …
“I watched him grow up day by day since he was a child. He looked like Chu Lan when he was young, but when he grew up, he looked like Chu Xun. But I never missed out on him and any of them.”
Huaizui’s voice was like a broken gong, extremely hoarse.
“He was the one who shared half of the cake with me and called me Shizun. He was the one who secretly held a fan for me to cool off, thinking that I didn’t notice. He was the one who accompanied me in Wubei Temple for fourteen years. He smiled at me, trusted me, and said that I was the kindest Shizun in the world.”
It was like swallowing a bitter gall.
Huaizui murmured, “The kindest Shizun …”
In the picture scroll, Huaizui restrained Chu Wanning’s hand and restrained his spiritual power. Chu Wanning fainted from the pain almost at the moment when the spell lost its effect.
Huai Zui hugged the fresh body that was dripping with hot blood. It was as if he was holding Chu Xun, who dug out his heart to illuminate the escape route of everyone two hundred years ago when the sky cracked in Lin ‘an.
But it was different.
Chu Wanning was stubborn and proud. Chu Wanning had all kinds of little quirks that belonged to him. For example, he slept without a blanket, or when he was tired from eating, he couldn’t help but bite his chopsticks in a daze. For example, he never liked to wash his clothes and would only soak them together.
Those were his own habits, his own preferences.
He was different from everyone else.
The picture turned black again.
It was good that it turned black. In such a situation, if Mo Ran saw it again, he would probably go crazy.
In the darkness, Huaizui sighed faintly.
“Actually, when he looked at me coldly and told me that he wanted to go down the mountain to support the Dao and that he didn’t want to sit on the ground and ascend, I knew that he was a living person.
“I was weak and selfish. I almost destroyed the child I raised with my own hands.
“He wasn’t Chu Lan. He wasn’t a sacrifice for me to atone for my sins.
“He was Chu Wanning. When I woke him up, it was a quiet and peaceful evening. The bell of the Zen temple rang. He was born under the solemn gaze of the gods and Buddhas in the heavens. I gave him a name.
“But what I gave him was actually just a name. I had always prided myself on being the one who created him. Because of this, I believed that he should be used by me, owned by me, and sacrificed by me. But until I saw him, like Young Master Chu, he didn’t hesitate to cut open his heart to prove himself for his own righteousness … ”
Huaizui choked until he couldn’t speak anymore. After a long time, he spoke in a hoarse voice.
“I finally understood that I had never given him a soul or a life. Those were all his own, because … because a dirty and weak sinner like me would never be able to create a life as pure and resolute as his.
“Never possible.
