[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – Chapter 120 of “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” [English]

Chapter 120 Master’s Retreat

The morning sun was breaking, and the sky was filled with red clouds.Although it was still early, a large number of disciples had already gathered outside the Honglian Water Pavilion.They were all dressed in plain clothes, standing on both sides of the road with their eyes lowered and their heads lowered.

“Dong-dong-dong-”

The morning bell rang from the Tower of Babel, and in the distance there were several people carrying a coffin slowly approaching.The leader is Xue Zhengyong, Elder Tanlang, and the back row is Mo Ran, Xue Meng.On the left and right stood Shi Mo and a monk with half-worn cassocks.They stepped on the slippery bluestone road and gradually walked through the mist.

The monk was holding a lantern in his hand. It was already bright, but the lantern’s brilliance was still brilliant in the daytime. The golden brilliance was like summer flowers, dazzling.

All the disciples lowered their heads and concentrated on breathing.We have heard that Master Huaizui from Wubei Temple came here specifically for Elder Yuheng, so this must be this humble monk.For this legendary figure, the younger generation still had awe that outweighed their curiosity. On the long mountain road, no one dared to take a closer look. They could only hear the sound of the sticks, and in their lowered vision, they saw a pair of monk shoes wrapped in hemp passing by. The master walked away like this, leaving everyone standing in silence.

The coffin was carried steadily all the way, and since it was a resurrection, not a burial, no one cried.When he arrived at the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, Huaisui looked around and said, “Put it next to the lotus pond. There is plenty of spiritual energy there, which makes it easy to cast spells.”

“Okay, listen to Master!” Xue Zhengyong led the rest of the people and placed the Xuanbing coffin there. “Master, if you need anything else, just ask. If you save Yu Heng, you have saved half of my life, Mr. Xue. Mr. Xue will definitely try his best to help!”

“Thank you Master Xue for your kindness.” Huai Zui said, “I have nothing to ask for at the moment. If I ask for anything in the future, it won’t be too late to report it to the Master.”

“Sure, master, please don’t be polite.”

Huaisui clasped his hands together, saluted Xue Zhengyong with a smile, and then turned to look at the other people: “I am a poor monk. It will take five years to restore the soul of Elder Chu. In order to avoid trouble, from now on, the Red Lotus Water Pavilion will be closed to thank guests. It will not reopen until the day Elder Chu is resurrected five years later.”

Although Xue Meng had heard about it before, but once again confirmed from Huai Zui that the master would not wake up after five years, his eyes were still red.He lowered his head silently.

“If you, the donors, want to say goodbye to Elder Chu for a while, please go to the coffin. After today, it will take more than a thousand days before we can meet again.”

Everyone went in turn.

First, Xue Zhengyong and the elders stood solemnly in front of the coffin to say goodbye. Xue Zhengyong said: “I hope to meet you soon.”

Greedy Wolf said: “Wake up early.”

Xuanxuan said: “I hope everything goes well.”

Lu Cun sighed and said, “I’m a little envious of you. Five years have been frozen, so you won’t look old anymore.”

The other elders also had their own speeches, more or less, and soon it was Xue Meng’s turn. Xue Meng originally wanted to endure it, but he was used to being arrogant and did not hold back. Finally, he shed tears next to Chu Wanning’s coffin.

While wiping his tears hard, he choked and said: “Master, I will practice my sword well even if you are not here. I will never embarrass you at the Lingshan Conference. When you wake up, I will tell you my good ranking. Under my master, there is no disciple who gives up.”

Xue Zhengyong walked over and patted he on the shoulder.Xue Meng did not hug his father as usual, but sniffed and turned away stubbornly.He no longer wants to be a playboy who only relies on his father in front of his master.

Then when we arrived at Shi Mo, Shi Mo’s eyes were also moist, and he didn’t say anything. He looked down at Chu Wanning for a while, and then stepped aside silently.

After he left, a pale pink crabapple flower was gently placed in the coffin.The hand holding the flower still has the shape of a teenager, but it is already very slender.

Mo Ran stood beside the coffin, and the wind blew gently across the lake, bringing the fragrant sweetness of the lotus.The broken hair on his forehead was blown a little messy, but he raised his hand and sorted out Chu Wanning’s face.

Mo Ran pursed his lips and seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, he just said a little hoarsely: “I’ll wait for you.”

What are you waiting for?

he didn’t say.He felt that he should have wanted to say that he would wait for you to wake up, but it seemed that just saying this was not enough.It seemed that he could not express the feelings that were full and crowded in his heart. It was as if there was hot magma simmering in his heart. The magma could not find an accurate outlet, so it rushed into his heart, causing him panic and pain.

He feels that one day his heart will be broken, and when the time comes, the lava will flow out of control, and he will be melted into ashes in the roaring waves of the sea.

But now, he is still not sure what that fiery emotion is.

So he just said “Waiting for you”.

Honglian Waterside Pavilion has finally closed.

The huge barrier fell, like a door dividing life and death, isolating everyone.

From then on, the lotuses in summer were fragrant and the snow in winter was silent. For five years, no one could enjoy it in the waterside pavilion.

The bamboo leaves were bleak and the begonia flowers were falling, stretching from outside the Honglian Water Pavilion to the front of the mountain gate. All the disciples knelt down one after another, and Mo Ran, Xue Meng, and Shi Mei knelt at the front of this endless river.

Xue Zhengyong’s voice shook the forest trees and stopped the flow of clouds: “Send off, Elder Yuheng is in retreat.”

All the disciples bowed their heads and said solemnly: “Bearing off, Elder Yuheng is in retreat.”

Thousands of people’s uneven voices converged into a stream, and suddenly exploded on the top of the smoke-filled life and death. The crows were startled and hoarse and taunted, and they circled the treetops but did not dare to cling to them.The rumbling human voice was like muffled thunder, passing through the billowing clouds and reaching straight into the sky.

“Congratulations, Master, retreat.” Mo Ran said softly.

Knock down for a long time.

Stayed as king for five years.

After Yu Heng went into seclusion, three of his disciples did not want to temporarily learn from the other elders, and practiced hard on their own.

Due to qualifications, mentality, etc., Shi Mo and Xue Meng stayed on the mountain, while Mo Ran chose to travel far.

However, the reason why he made this choice was not only because he was suitable for experience, but also because after reviving his life, many things were different from before. Not to mention the changes on Chu Wanning’s side, what worried him most was the fake hook.

He had a hidden suspicion in his heart, feeling that the person who had been hiding behind the scenes might be reborn.After all, it can be said that this person has mastered the Zhenlong chess game almost nine times out of ten, and until he committed suicide in his previous life, there was no other person in the world who could display this forbidden skill to such an extent.

Investigating the identity of that person is not his specialty. After experiencing the battle in Caidie Town, the entire cultivation world is watching closely, waiting for the glutton in the dark night to reveal his fox tail. This matter does not require his intervention too much.

Mo Ran knows that he is not smart, but that he has strong spiritual energy and amazing talent for cultivation. Since he is destined to have another battle in the future, what he can do is to return himself to the strong strength before rebirth as soon as possible.

In his previous life he was the destroyer.

In this life, he wants to be a protector.

Not long after Chu nightning retreated, Mo Ran stood in front of the mountain gate at the top of life and death.

He is carrying his luggage and will travel far.

Not many people came to see him off, including Xue Zhengyong, Mrs. Wang, and Shi Mo.

Xue Zhengyong patted he on the shoulder and said with some embarrassment: “If Meng’er doesn’t come, he said…”

Mo Ran smiled: “He said he was going to practice swordsmanship in the forest, and he didn’t have time to see me off?”

“…” Xue Zhengyong became even more embarrassed and couldn’t help but cursed, “That bastard is so ignorant!”

Mo Ran smiled and said: “He wants to win the first place in the Lingshan Conference, so he should practice more diligently. It’s up to him to give Master face.”

Xue Zhengyong glanced at Mo Ran hesitantly and said: “The Lingshan Conference is the pinnacle of competition in orthodox immortal arts. Ran’er is going to travel all over the world. Although he can have great potential, I am afraid that the conference will not recognize the mixed kung fu of the three religions and nine streams. It would be a pity if he missed it because of this.”

Mo Ran said: “There is my cousin.”

“You don’t want to get a ranking?”

Mo Ran really laughed this time.

Ranking?

In the Lingshan Conference in his previous life, he did something wrong and was punished with solitary confinement. He never got over it, and he harbored resentment in his heart.But now it seems that this little thing is nothing?He is a person who has experienced many life, separation and death. In the torrent of disaster, he has gone from unwillingness to longing, from longing to resentment, from resentment to relief, and from relief to guilt.

To this day, what He Mo Ran wants is no longer wine and beautiful women, eternal worship, nor revenge and complaint, nor killing and excitement.

He has seen the infinite prosperity and luxury in the clouds, and is tired of seeing it. He doesn’t want to go back, he just feels it’s cold there, and no one is with him.

They are all people who have been immortal emperors. They once commanded the wind and rain on the top of Mount Tai and saw all the flowers in the world.Who cares about the applause and cheers on Lingshan Mountain?

As for ranking…

Whoever likes to queue should do so.

“I still want to do something else.” Mo Ran smiled and said, “Xue Meng is a young master, and a young master has his own way of living, but I am a gangster, and gangsters have their days of gangsters.”

Mrs. Wang couldn’t help but pity and said: “Silly boy, what are you talking about? You and Meng’er are the same. There is no difference between a young master and a gangster.”

Mo Ran smiled, but was a little bitter.

Born rich and humble, even if you get good luck and reach the top of life and death, you have spent the previous ten years in a state of confusion. How can it be the same?

But seeing Mrs. Wang’s gentle and concerned expression, she naturally didn’t feel like saying anything. She nodded and said, “What Auntie said is that I didn’t explain it well.”

Mrs. Wang smiled and shook her head, and gave him a small Qiankun pouch with Du Ruohua tattooed on it, and said, “You are traveling abroad and no one is taking care of you. Take this pouch. There are a lot of wound medicines in it, all made by my aunt. They are better than those bought in ordinary stores. Keep them carefully and don’t drop them.”

Mo Ran was very grateful: “Thank you, aunt.”

The teacher said: “I have nothing to give you. I only have this jade pendant. You can wear it. It is used to warm and nourish the spiritual core.”

Mo Ran took it and took a look, and saw that the white jade was like gelatin, and the tentacles were warm. It was an extremely rare and high-quality product.He hurriedly put the jade pendant back into Shi Mo’s hand and said: “I can’t take this away, it’s too precious. Besides, my spiritual core is originally a fire element. If I want to keep it warm… I’m afraid I will go crazy.”

The teacher smiled and said: “What a mess, how can you become possessed?”

“I won’t accept it anyway.” Mo Ran insisted, “Your body is weak and you will be better off by yourself.”

“But I asked someone to take the photo for you at Xuanyuan Meeting…”

When Mo Ran heard what he said, he felt very warm, but more than anything, he felt distressed: “Things from Xuanyuan Club are all very expensive. I really don’t have much use for keeping this jade pendant, but it is very good for you. Master, I accept it, but you can keep it yourself. Remember to wear it on weekdays to nourish your spiritual energy.”

The teacher wanted to say something more, but Mo Ran had already untied the string of the jade pendant and put it on his front.

“It’s pretty good-looking.” He said with a smile, raised his hand and patted Shi Mo’s shoulder, “It’s much more suitable for you than for me. I’m such a rough person, I’m afraid I’ll bump something in just two days.”

“Ran’er is right. Although this jade pendant can be worn by everyone, it is most comfortable for people with water spirit core. Mei’er should keep it for herself.”

Now that Mrs. Wang has spoken, Shi Mo naturally listens to her words, nodded, and said to Mo Ran again: “Then take care of yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I will write to you often.”

The farewell was imminent, and the teacher was a little sad, but when he heard what he said, he couldn’t help but laugh: “Only the master can understand the words you write.”

When it comes to Chu Wanning, Mo Ran doesn’t know what it feels like in his heart.

The bone-gnawing hatred has dissipated, but the guilt is still there, as if the scar is scabbing, and the whole heart is painful and itchy.

With this mood in mind, he went down the mountain alone.

“One, two, three…”

He lowered his head and counted silently in his mind as he walked.

“One hundred one, one hundred two, one hundred three…”

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he couldn’t help but look back and looked far away at the mist-shrouded summit of life and death. The long stone steps were almost endless, and he murmured: “Three thousand seven hundred and ninety-nine.”

he walks along and counts along the way.

This is the number of steps leading to the mountain gate. On that day, Chu Wanning climbed the number of steps carrying he.

He feels that he will never forget Chu Wanning’s hands in his life. They are cold, full of blood, and damaged.

A person’s tendency to do good or evil is often not his nature.Everyone is like a field. Some people are lucky. There are rice and wheat seedlings scattered among the ridges. In autumn, the harvest is abundant, the rice is fragrant and the wheat is flowing. Everything is good and commendable.

But there are other fields that are not so lucky.Poppy seeds were planted between the soil, and when the spring breeze blew, they gave birth to the sin of bliss, and the sky was filled with golden-red blood.People resented it, reviled it, and were afraid of it, and they all lived and died in its stench, rotting into dregs.

In the end, the righteous and benevolent people will gather together and throw a fire into the field. In the twisting and rising smoke, they will say that he is a hotbed of karma, that he is a ghost and a demon, that he eats people without spitting out bones, that he deserves to die and has no conscience.

He twitched in pain in the fire, moaned, and the poppies quickly curled up and turned into scorched earth.

But he was once a fertile farmland, and it also longed for rain and sunshine.

Who cast the first seed of darkness, and later the evil became a disaster and out of control.

This field was once gentle and brilliant, but it was set on fire and turned into ashes.

Abandoned.

No one wants it anymore, it’s an old, abandoned piece of land.

So he never thought that someone would come into his life and give him another chance to plow the soil and start all over again.

Chu Wanning.

It will take five years for he and he to meet each other, and today is the first day in five years.

He suddenly realized that he had begun to miss Chu Wanning’s face, stern, angry, gentle, solemn, and upright.

The ink burned slowly and closed its eyes.

He was thinking carefully about his past and present lives, and how many past events had been blown away. He gradually realized that the splitting of the ghost world was actually the biggest watershed in his life.

In his previous life, he loved someone deeply.

Later, the man donated his life and he went to hell.

In this life, there is another person who loves and cares for him.

Later, the man donated his life and returned to the human world.