[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 240 [English]

Chapter 240 [Dragon Blood Mountain] Being a Human

This sound stopped like the evening bell of doomsday.

Mo Ran almost knew what he would see next. The hair on his body stood up, and his bones and blood surged. While he wanted to escape from the illusion, he wanted to escape, while at the same time he wanted to rush into yesterday and protect Chu Wanning to death.

“No… guilty… you can’t…”

But nothing can stop him, all of this has already happened.

He could only look at the situation in front of him with numb scalp, watching Chu Wanning twisting his dark sword eyebrows, his expression resolute and unyielding, and facing the guilty gaze calmly.

The ink burned uncontrollably and shouted at him: “Run! Run!”

The young boy Chu Wanning has always trusted Huai Gui, the master who raised him as a sacrifice, and his adoptive father and benefactor.So even though he was extremely disappointed, he didn’t see the murderous intention in Huai Gui’s eyes.The ink burned in front of him – knowing that it was useless, but he still couldn’t stand by and watch.

“Please, run quickly…”

Chu nightning did not leave, he was like a pine and cypress, walking towards Huaisui step by step, and finally stood still, the high ponytail behind him was blown into chaos by the wind, and the blood-stained and muddy clothes were also blown into chaos by the wind.

Huaisui opened and closed his lips, crushing the words: “If you want to leave the temple and go down the mountain, you can.”

“Master?” Chu Wanning’s eyes widened slightly. He didn’t understand the dangers of people’s hearts. He only regarded the knife raised by the executioner as a bright moon by the window. For a moment, he was even grateful and happy.

He thought that Hui Gui had finally understood he.

But the butcher’s knife was cold, and his murderous intention was already expressed, and he said guiltily: “When you walk out of this courtyard tonight, you will no longer be a member of Wubei Temple. The fourteen-year friendship between you and me as master and disciple is now severed.”

“…” The phoenix eyes were still wide open, but the content inside changed from joy to shock and sadness.

Chu Wanning probably did not expect that the guilt would be determined to this point. He stood there for a long time before moving his lips.Mo Ran was so anxious beside him that he kept murmuring: “Please, go quickly, leave here, don’t talk anymore, leave here.”

The lips moved, but no complete words came out.

Staring at him with guilt, this is the heaviest bet he has made. Wan Ning is very affectionate. In the past fourteen years, he has only been with the two of him. If the friendship between master and apprentice is broken, it will be like cutting his heart with a knife. He should not be able to——

Allen Chu knelt down.

“…” Huai Zuining was stunned.

He still thought numbly, no, how could he be so determined and insist on his own way.

Chu night rather kneels and kowtows.

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 moist.

“Disciple Chu Wanning, thank you Master for your kindness in raising me. From now on…” his Adam’s apple is twitching, what will happen from now on?He doesn’t know, he can’t go on.

Perhaps it was because of the strong wind and cold weather, and the sinful body swayed slightly in the wind. His cassock was blown into chaos, and the strong wind filled his sleeves. His face became darker and colder, and his lips lost color. He stared at the person kneeling in front of him.

That part…

Wood!wood!!

He carves, paints and carves, sacrifices blood to survive, he teaches carefully and devotes all his energy to thinking.

He has done so much and waited for fourteen years to send this piece of wood to the ghost world to become the body that carries Chu Lan’s soul. If not to see it here today, talking about worrying about the country and the people, what is it?

——A piece of scrap!

firewood!

The fire in his chest burned straight into his eyes, destroying the world and being extremely impulsive.

This kind of guilt is too dangerous. Mo Ran leaned over and tried to hug Chu Wanning, but he couldn’t catch him and he couldn’t touch him. Chu Wanning was still so stubborn, so stubborn and meekly kneeling in the same place. He was stubborn because he had the right in his heart, and he was gentle because he was guilty in his heart.

Chu nightning’s eyes reflected the increasingly ferocious face of guilt, and he had an uncontrollable blood in his chest.

He is born for others, this wood chopper, a soulless thing.

He knelt on the ground, but the only thing he didn’t think about was himself.

“Wan Ning…” Mo Ran suddenly choked up. He raised his hand and touched the face that he couldn’t touch. “Please… let’s go… let’s go…”

There was a “clang” sound, which was the sound of metal falling to the ground.

The ink slowly turned back, and there was a scimitar lying on the blue brick ground, which was the accompanying blade of Guilty.

Under the moonlight, there was endless blood in the butcher’s eyes. He kicked the knife again and kicked the scimitar directly to Chu Wanning’s knees.

“No, no, no, no, no.”

Mo Ran was completely panicked. He went to grab the knife, but the tip of the knife passed through his fingers. He couldn’t catch it. No matter how desperate he tried, he couldn’t catch it.

The last slender and well-proportioned hand stretched out and held the knife that Mo Ran could not hold.

Chu Wanning’s eyes were calm at this time. The initial shock had disappeared, and the great pain gradually subsided when he threw the scimitar to him.

he looked relieved.

“If the master wants my life, I will give it up.” Chu Wanning said, “There is no difference between living for fourteen years and living for one hundred and forty years, if you only sit in this world.”

The guilty eyes suddenly became nothing like that otherworldly eminent monk. For a moment, Mo Ran clearly saw the shadow of Xiao Man on his face.

The shadow of that young man on the rainy night in Lin’an, on the eve of the rebellion.

“Chu Wanning.” He said sinfully, “If you want to end it with me, I will not keep you. I don’t care about the food and clothing expenses for the past fourteen years. But you have to return to me what you have learned.”

“…”

Huaisui narrowed his eyes: “I want to take away your spiritual core.”

The spiritual core is the most quintessence of the cultivator. It is the same as the sacred tree. As long as you have the spiritual core, you may be able to reshape Chu Wanning.

This time, we will definitely not be able to teach him morality and justice, and we will no longer be able to make him learn benevolence and kindness.

He wants Chu Wanning’s spiritual core.

The heart of a living person.

Chu Wanning looked at he for a while, and the light and shadow in the Zen courtyard flickered. There were monks doing evening classes in the Main Hall, and the sound of chanting came from afar, like sandalwood smoke.

The guilty voice suddenly sounded in Mo Ran’s ears again, but this time, he only said two sentences. These two sentences seemed to have exhausted his lifelong courage and strength.

he’s voice seemed to have aged a hundred years in an instant.

“He knelt on the ground and looked at me. I suddenly wondered if the Buddha had that look in his eyes when he forgave the mortals who had hurt him.”

“He is pitying his executioner, the creatures under the knife, and pitying the bloody butcher.”

“No!!!” Mo Ran hissed.

But the light of the knife flashed by, and he suddenly closed his eyes, with a clearly audible stabbing sound, and Mo Ran curled up on the ground.

“Don’t…”

Hot blood spurts out, and flesh and blood are separated.

The ink burned and wailed and crawled over to Chu Wanning. He kept shaking his head and crying, and he was in a panic. He hurriedly blocked Chu Wanning’s wound and tried to infuse spiritual power to stop the bleeding.

Nothing works.

Nothing works.

He watched Chu Wanning endure the pain and used magic to prevent himself from fainting from pain in an instant. He watched Chu Wanning stab the knife into his chest inch by inch, and there was blood everywhere.

Hot, rushing, fiery.

How could it not be a living person?

Meat, it is meat that is torn apart.

Bright red, fishy sweet, broken.

How could it not be a living person?!How could it be!!!

He stood there stiffly with guilt, his expression still fixed at the last moment, looking ferocious and cruel, but the light in his eyes flickered, trembled, trembled, and was at a loss…

Is this really what he hopes for?

At that moment, the scroll suddenly became turbulent and blurry, and the scene in front of Mo Ran became distorted and messy because of the emotions he felt when making this scroll.

He saw how many old things emerged in the blood, each one was soft and true.

Mo Ran saw that the eleven or twelve-year-old Chu Wanning was about to leave after calling Tian Wen in Jin Chengchi, but a Guqin with a tail shaped like a crabapple wood emerged from the lake.The moment it floated on the water, Chu Wanning’s body also shone with light, seeming to complement it.he touched the strings of the guqin in surprise and confusion: “What is going on?”

Huai Zui immediately guessed that this guqin was probably also made from a section of Emperor Yan’s sacred wood. It and Chu Wanning were of the same lineage, and they would naturally perceive each other.He looked very excited, a little surprised, but also a little happy: “This should be your destined divine weapon.”

“Destined Shenwu?”

While feeling guilty and surprised, his eyes were a little dodgey: “…yes, some people are born with extraordinary bones, and their birth is closely related to the gods and martial arts.”

Allen Chu smiled: “My bones are so good?”

“…” Gui Gui avoided answering. He only rubbed the wooden body of Jiu Ge and sighed, “This guqin is destined to you. I’m afraid it can be summoned without a spiritual core… It is connected to your blood.”

As soon as the scene turned, Mo Ran saw two people walking outside Lin’an City. They followed Xiao Wanning with guilt and kept calling him to walk slower.

When he saw the steaming flower cake, Chu Wanning had a smile on his face across the steam.

He saw that in the inn, Chu Wanning held up a small cattail leaf fan and tried his best to help Huaisui, who was meditating, cool down.

He saw Chu Wanning eating sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root for the first time. The sweet juice filled his mouth, and he grinned at Gui Gui.

Finally, the vision was fixed on the lotus pond in the summer of a certain year. The lotus leaves touching the sky were infinitely green, the lotus flowers in the pond were in full bloom, and the red dragonflies were dancing high and low, curling up and down. It was a perfect evening.

Chu Wanning, who was five or six years old, smiled and learned to meditate cross-legged without guilt. He looked at his master with a pair of dark and gentle eyes: “Master, master, let’s play again, play again.”

Huai Gui said: “No more fun, Master is going to the dining hall to recite sutras and save his old friends.”

“Let’s play it once before we go. The last time, really the last time.”

Then, without waiting for the big monk to speak, the little guy had already rolled up the sleeves of his blue-gray monk’s robe, with lotus flowers swaying, he stretched out his little hand, and touched his hand with great interest, which was guilty and did not want to talk to him. The child’s voice was sweet and crisp, like fresh water chestnuts and sweet lotus roots.

“You are against one, I am against one, what blooms in the water? Lotus blossoms in the water.

You are against two, I am against two, why are they blooming in bunches?The elm trees are blooming in clusters.”

I had no choice but to look at his smiling face, and in the end I had no choice but to shake my head, smile and clap my hands with him, playing a childish game.

“You are against Jiu, I am against Jiu, why do flowers bloom and go with the wind? Dandelions bloom and go with the wind.

You are against ten and I am against ten. What flowers have no leaves?Wintersweet flowers bloom without leaves.”

The clothes are stained with blood, and the red lotus is soaked.

In the Zen courtyard, I closed my eyes while feeling guilty.

It’s…a broken piece of wood.

The laughter of Lang Lang in the past is still in my ears.

Yes, a soulless person.

“What are the flowers blooming in the water? Hahaha, Master is so stupid, the lotus flowers are blooming in the water.”

It’s an empty shell, it’s the body he wants to sacrifice to Chu Xun, it’s the tree of atonement he spent hundreds of years to get!Not a living person!No soul!!

“Master, share half of the flower cake with you. You eat the big one and I eat the small one.”

Tears of guilt flowed down.

He trembled violently, he squinted, and he ran towards the child who had already pierced the heart with the blade, and whose spiritual core had begun to rupture and was about to be dug out.

He knelt down, he howled in pain, he was hoarse, he was holding Chu Wanning at the moment, but could only pass by Chu Wanning. The cry in his throat was like crying blood, as if the knife stabbed not Chu Wanning’s heart, but his throat, his soul.

How could there be no soul…

Yes, he closes his eyes and does not see and his ears do not listen.

He has always known it, he has 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 persistence, he has always seen the soul of that person.

But for his own selfish interests and for the so-called atonement, he pretended to be deaf and dumb, and he numbed himself.

Chu Wanning has never been a wooden sculpture, an empty shell.

He is a person of flesh and blood, who can cry and laugh…

“I have watched him grow up day by day since he was a child. When he was a child, he looked like Chu Lan, and when he got older, he looked like Chu Xun. But I have never mistaken him or any of them.”

The sound of guilt is like a broken gong, extremely hoarse.

“It was he who gave me half of the cakes, who pulled me to call me master, who secretly gave me a cool cattail leaf fan, thinking I didn’t notice, who stayed with me for fourteen years at Wubei Temple, who laughed with me, who trusted me, and who said I was the most kind master in the world.”

Like swallowing gall.

Huaisui murmured: “The most kind master…”

In the scroll, the guilty conscience restrained Chu Wanning’s hand and suppressed his spiritual power. Chu Wanning almost fainted from pain at the moment when the spell failed.

Huaisui hugged that living body with gurgling blood.It’s like holding Chu Xun, who dug out his heart and illuminated the way for everyone to escape and return when the sky in Lin’an split two hundred years ago.

But it’s different.

Chu Wanning is stubborn and proud. Chu Wanning has his own little habits, such as sleeping without a quilt, for example, when he is tired from eating, he can’t help biting his chopsticks in a daze, for example, he never likes to wash clothes and only soaks them together.

Those are his own habits and preferences.

It’s different from anyone else.

The screen went dark again.

It doesn’t matter if it’s dark, if Mo Ran looks at this situation again, I’m afraid he will go crazy.

In the darkness, there was a faint sigh of guilt.

“Actually, when he gave me a cold look and told me that he wanted to go down the mountain to help the road, but he didn’t want to sit on the ground and fly up, I knew that he was a living person.”

“I was weak and selfish. I almost destroyed the children I raised with my own hands.”

“He is not Chu Lan, he is not my sacrifice for atonement.”

“He is Chu Wanning, because the time when I woke him up, it was a quiet and peaceful evening. The bells of the Zen temple rang. He was born under the gaze of the majestic gods and Buddhas. I gave him his name.”

“But what I gave him is actually just a name. I have always regarded myself as the creator of he, and therefore believed that he should be used by me, owned by me, and sacrificed by me. But until I looked at he, like Mr. Chu, for the sake of my own morality, I did not hesitate to cut my heart to prove it…”

I was so choked with guilt that I couldn’t speak anymore. It took me a long time before I finally spoke in silence.

“I finally understand that I have never given him a soul or a life. They are all his own, because…because a dirty and weak sinner like me can never create a life as pure and resolute as he.”

“Never possible.”