Chapter 280: [The Top of Death and Life] In the Mouths of Good and Evil

The next morning, the sun shone through the windows.

Chu Wanning opened his eyes and the bedding was warm, the warmth of one man could warm the bodies of two. He looked quietly at Mo Ran's face, which in his eyes was the most handsome person in the world, the best person.

He didn't move, he was wondering what kind of porridge he should cook today

Yesterday's was finished, and Mo Ran drank the whole four bowls without any leftovers.

He kissed Mo Ran on the cheek and asked, "Can I make you some more, please?"

The man was sleeping deeply, his dark lashes falling like two rolls of bushy grass, gentle as if he would open his eyes the next moment, pulling him over with a smile and saying to him, "Hungry, Wangning, go and cook a bowl of porridge for my seat."

It was also as if he would tell him affectionately and lovingly, "I will like whatever the Master makes."

The body was already cold, the cheek was cold to the touch, not warm at all.

Chu Wanning is not crying.

He got up and tucked Mo Ran in, then he went out into the yard to gather wood for the fire, and he cooked carefully and properly.

The water boils, the mist rises and the rice porridge gurgles and bubbles. He skimmed off the foam with a spoon, added some salt and put the wooden lid back on to simmer.

A person who has already been reborn once cannot be saved back a second time by a rebirth spell.

Chu Wanning stood bewildered by the stove, a moment of clarity in his consciousness, a moment that almost killed him, and he scrambled to contain the trembling in his fingers as he raised his hand to remove the lid

When porridge is cooked, there is always someone to drink it.

He now has fragmentary memories of Mo Ran, who as a child was so poor that he couldn't get enough to eat and was happy to have a steaming hot pie for a whole day.

Mo Ran will not be wasted, so it will always wake up too.

After the porridge was cooked, he went to the courtyard to clear the snow, and then broke a new branch of wax plum, took it back, cut off the tips and dipped it in a small clay vase to keep it.

The plum blossom smells for ten miles so that Mo Ran can still smell the earth as he walks along.

No, his consciousness was confused again.

What walking on the road, what smelling of earth Mo Ran was clearly still lying here in good health, exactly the same as yesterday and the day before and a few days ago, only with a more emaciated and thin face and a paler complexion.

He'll wake up again.

For two lifetimes, whether in spite or hate, love or pity, Mo Ran had never left him of his own accord since they met. So gradually, Mo Ran soaked into his life, became the wind, the hours, the spring that flowed through his fingers, the light that cloaked his long hair.

He is his day and night, his morning and evening, his one life of redness.

Chu Wanning strolls through the red dust. In this earthly world, snow will still fall, cicadas will still chirp, autumn lotus will still die, summer flowers will still be born, everything will remain the same, so how can Mo Ran leave?

He would watch over him, keep him company, day after day, and wait for him to wake up. Just as Mo Ran in a previous life made a pact with Chu Wanning's corpse, in this life the yin and the yang are reversed and Chu Wanning does the same thing as Fairy Tramper.

"Only the day I go will you leave."

Once standing in the red lotus water pavilion, Mo Ran, dressed in a black robe, said this to Chu Wanning, who had been sleeping for a long time.

"Stay with me."

Now, in the deep valley of Nanping, Chu Wanning, dressed in white, overlaps with the emperor of his day.

He reached out and touched Mo Ran's bloodless face: "Stay with me."

The golden light rises and his spiritual energy flows into the corpse. From then on, even if Chu Wanning is still alive in the world, Mo Weiyu's corpse will not decay and rot as long as Chu Wanning is still alive. Only when Chu Wanning passed away many years later would the flow of spiritual energy cease and they would perish together.

Turned to ashes, scattered to pieces, scattered and crushed into dust.

He departed with him.

Mu Yanli stands alone in the centre of the sanctuary, with his hands in his hands and his eyes closed, as the charcoal fire in the Tianyin Pavilion burns, casting light and shadows on the walls.

Suddenly, the door of the temple opened and a man came in.

Mu Yanli didn't turn around, faintly: "You're here."

"Here it is." The person removed the hood of her cloak to reveal a charming face, none other than Shi Mei, "Won't Sister Mu take a look in the back hall"

"There's nothing to see." Mu Yanli said, "It's just you opening people's chests and cutting their brains open. The blood is too much for me."

"What can be done about it, Drug Clan, that's the way it is." Shi Mei laughed, "Even Jiang Xi of Lonely Moonlit wouldn't have a room full of fragrance if he were to knife a dead person."

Mu Yanli frowned, not really wanting to talk about cutting up a corpse, and asked, "Speaking of which, it's been a few days since you performed this spell, when will the Fairy Tramper Emperor be completely reborn?"

"Rebirth doesn't count, and there's only a piece of his consciousness soul left in him, so at best he's a living dead man."

Mu Yanli turned her eyes away and said, "All we want is a living dead man. The more obedient, the better. How about those spirit core fragments, do they still come in handy?"

"Almost, not complete, but just as powerful and terrifying." Shi Mei said, " Mo Ran is indeed worthy of being the first monk of the endowment, enough to open the way for us."

Mu Yanli sighed: "I hope there will be no more accidents this time."

"It's hard to say if there will be any accidents." Shi Mei said. Shi Mei said, "I am casting a spell to restore the spirit core inside Fairy Tramper, it will take at least ten days, and in those ten days, I want Sister Mu to do two things for me."

"Go ahead."

"First, when Fairy Tramper has fully recovered, we are going to do that big thing. By then these monks, even if they are stupid, will know that Mo Ran is telling the truth and I'm afraid they will join hands to stop us." Shi Mei paused, "Although shrimp soldiers are not enough of a problem, it's always a headache when there are more of them."

"So what?"

" Upper Fairy World Strong in battle but inexperienced. The key is the Top of Death and Life. I hope that Sister Wood will put out some news to start a dispute between the Top of Death and Life and all the sects to disintegrate this sect in advance."

Mu Yanli said, "Chu Wanning robbed a prisoner and Mo Weiyu escaped, both of them were originally from the Top of Death and Life, so it was not difficult to make a case. Besides, the Top of Death and Life had already been under attack before, and many people wanted to force them to disperse their sect. This one is good to talk about. What about the second thing?"

"Second." Shi Mei sighed, as if in regret, "Kill someone for me."

"Who."

"Myself."

Mu Yanli glared back at him abruptly, the glow of the flame illuminating Shi Mei's softly browed face: "This life of yours"

"Hmm."

"You're crazy you're serious he's any more"

She paused, saying nothing more as she saw Shi Mei lift her bushy, thick lashes to reveal a pair of dark pupils beneath, already murderous.

"He's still me anyhow." Shi Mei laughed, "That's true. But he's also a traitor."

""

"If he hadn't let Chu Wanning go, would anyone have come to rob the prisoner?"

""

"If he hadn't disturbed Fairy Tramper's consciousness later on, would Chu Wanning have been able to take that half-dead Mo Ran away?" said Shi Mei, with a chill in her eyes, "It's a good thing he learned some magic behind my back. I didn't have to kill him alive."

Mu Yanli couldn't help but say, "I know what he did was unethical, but he is one of our people after all."

"He is me, these two red earths are destined to end up superimposed on each other, one me is enough." Shi Mei stepped up the steps and stood beside Mu Yanli, "Just like you, in your previous life you had died of illness. But with the present-day Sister Mu helping me, it is the same."

"But you don't have to kill him, our clan has suffered enough." Mu Yanli stared anxiously into Shi Mei's eyes, "Nan, we swore an oath that as long as we are part of the clan, we should stick together and support each other, not kill each other."

Shi Mei turned his gaze away, he did not speak, looking at the dragon snakes dancing in the fire, and only after a long time did he say, "I thought the same thing before at Dragon Mountain, I suspected no one but him, so in the end I gave him the opportunity to take advantage of it. In the end, he's not the same as me anymore."

""

"I am still Hua Binan with Shi Mingjing." Shi Mei faded, finally closing her eyes and sighing, "But what about him he just remembers that he is Shi Mingjing and has long since lost sight of who Hua Binan is."

The flames crackle and there are orange bursts of starbursts of fire splashing out.

Mu Yanli finally shook his head, "I can't do the second thing you said. He has already lost an eye for us, now we no longer have room for him, Chu Wanning and the others will no longer accept him. He can't go anywhere, he can't do anything, so why are you in such a hurry to get rid of him just because he betrayed you just because he chose a different path than you did in the end"

Shi Mei did not speak, and after a long time, she smiled: "You have always been decisive, why are you suddenly soft-hearted?"

Mu Yanli looked up suddenly, pain flashing in her eyes, "Because he's my brother too, he's you too."

Her face had finally become less cold, less like a stone statue, a statue of ice, because of the emotions of the world.

"Nan, in both past and present lives, no matter what you've become, I can't lay a hand on you. I can't do it."

The tongues of fire in the charcoal basin dance upwards in an interlaced red silk.

Shi Mei sighed, "Forget it, this is a private matter, if you don't want it, it's up to you. But the first matter is a matter of success or failure, so please make sure that Sister Mu does it properly."

Mu Yanli closes his eyes as the evening bell rings out from the corner tower at the top of the pavilion. The old bell of the Tianyin Pavilion has been around for a thousand years since it was built, but its tone is still magnificent. In the sound of the bell, Mu Yanli speaks slowly.

"I've got it. Don't worry about it."

The night after this conversation at Tianyin Pavilion, a series of murders suddenly occurred at Jade Lake Villa in Upper Fairy World. Before the case could be investigated, the Fire Phoenix Pavilion, Temple of No Mercy and Lonely Moonlit were followed by a series of similar cases.

Soon, the single horrific event became a cycle and the crux of the problem was soon discovered

Zhenlong game of chess.

Zhenlong chess is everywhere.

No one was spared in the townships and lanes, or in the fairy gates of Huadu.

As more and more of these unhinged pawns killed and set fires, the Xianxia clans were too busy to care for themselves and no longer had time to care about the people.

Day after day, blood stained the rivers, city after city became deserted, a calamity more horrific than any previous rift in the heavens.

For people are not even sure who is behind this sudden killing spree and how to put an end to it. But most of the monks believe that Chu Wanning and Mo Ran, whose whereabouts are still unknown, are responsible for the disaster. But there are those who are sceptical, such as the group of stragglers gathered in the broken temple at the moment, who say, "If Mo Ran is responsible, that's plausible. But why would Chu Wanning help him?"

"Who knows, maybe it's about getting a piece of the action."

Another person said, "I don't think it's as simple as just sharing a piece of the pie. You all saw the robbery that day, if it was just a normal teacher and disciple, why would they be so emotional?" In my opinion, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran's relationship is not normal at all.

"Ah you mean."

" The love of dragon and yang, the adultery of master and disciple."

The upper and lower lips and teeth touch, not mincing words of obscenity.

The people sitting around the table looked aghast and disgusted, muttering, "No way, he's a Beidou immortal."

"Then don't you forget that when Chu Wanning accidentally died while mending the crack in the sky, his disciple Mo Ran risked his life to go to hell to save him. Although the love between master and disciple is deep, this is a matter of nine deaths, if it were you, would you be able to do it"

The other party fell silent.

One of the pods in the campfire burnt and cracked with a crunchy hard sound.

"And that time at Dragon Mountain, did you hear that Shi Mingjing used to speak before he was taken captive?"

"What."

"I don't remember exactly. The situation was so critical that many people didn't chew on it, and when I thought about it later, I always felt that there was an ambiguity between the lines."

Someone frowned, "But I heard that Shi Mingjing is Hua Binan, can his word be trusted?"

"A load of bollocks."

The crowd was taken aback by this angry shout and turned to see a man's eyes wide with anger: "How can you take such words seriously? It's obviously Mo Ran throwing dirt on Shi Mingjing"

"Why do you have to be so excited, Brother Li?"

The man said, "Why am I not excited? My life was saved by Shi Mingjing."

"Ah."

"I was at Dragon Mountain when Hua Binan poisoned us with a parasite called the Heartworm. If Shi Mingjing hadn't undone it with his pupil healing technique, I would have perished on the spot.

The more this pugilist spoke, the more emotional he became, and in the end his eyes were actually moist.

"I am not worthy of him."

As he said this, he burst into tears. The others in the temple were at a loss as to what to do, and they all looked at each other.

Shi Mingjing and Tianyin Pavilion on the one hand, and Mo Weiyu and Chu Wanning on the other, are both suspect, but clearly the latter is more suspicious and more questionable.

There was a female cultivator in the crowd who suddenly whispered, looking at the bright and dark fire, "Actually, I was in the group that day when we fought against Xu Shuanglin on Dragon Mountain. I saw what Shi Mingjing did and what Mo Ran did, and neither of them looked like bad people."

"But there's always one of them lying, isn't there?"

The woman shook her head, "Who is lying is a matter of great importance, and I dare not judge. But I would like to say that I have seen something with my own eyes."

She blushed a little when they turned their attention to her and coughed lightly, "Everyone was injured at the time, and Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were not in a good state and were sitting around resting. I overheard Mo Ran reaching out and touching Chu Wanning's face."