Chapter 297: [The Top of Death and Life] Butterfly Bones and Beauty's Seat

On the sixth day, the door of the temple creaked open.

As the rainstorm continued outside, someone put away their wet umbrellas, lifted the hem of their drenched clothes, and stepped into the hall.

"Master."

The visitor is dressed in lotus root-white, wearing a scarf, his peach blossom eyes darting with affection, but with a greenish halo underneath. This is the first time Shi Mei has gone to Wushan Palace to see him since the battle of Tongtian Tower.

"I wanted to come and visit you before, but I couldn't find the time to do so. I'm sorry I'm late, Master."

Chu Wanning only looked at him for a moment, then turned his eyes away.

Shi Mei was unfazed by this and sat down in front of Chu Wanning, probably because the paving had gone so well that he looked in a good mood, with a bright glint in his eyes.

"Are you still angry?"

""

"The gates of the demon realm are about to open, so there is nothing that your master would like to ask me again"

Chu Wanning still did not answer, looking sideways at the rain outside the window. His vulnerability and confusion were only revealed to the one he loved, Shi Mingjing had exhausted his heat, so he had become a stubborn stone that no amount of persistence could melt away.

Shi Mei sighed, "I came here to talk to you, so at least pay attention to me."

Chu Wanning finally threw him a word: "Get out."

Unlike the mania before the battle, the closer he got to success, the more peaceful Shi Mei's mind became. Instead of getting angry at Chu Wanning's coolness, he smiled: "That's a good point."

The rain pounded against the long-wet window pane, and as the gates of life and death in time and space misshapen the two red worlds, any vision was normal, and Chu Wanning even thought that perhaps the rain would never stop, and would just keep pouring down, eventually flooding both time and space.

Shi Mei did not care about this, he got up and poured two cups of tea, one of which he handed to Chu Wanning, and said, "Since you are ignoring me, I will say some things to you myself. I don't like to explain, but between me and my master, I don't want to have too many misunderstandings either."

The tea was still warm and he blew away the green leaves and took a slow sip with his eyelids hanging down.

"How should I put it, I've done a lot of evil things since I was a kid and I haven't said many truths, but I really don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Chu Wanning's hands clenched involuntarily, the bruises on the backs of his pale hands raised.

"Master saw that path of martyrdom, didn't you? I originally just wanted to fill it with people who were worse than animals in the world. People like that don't deserve to die anyway. But then I found out it was surprisingly long, so long that I had to take two corpses of the red earth to fill it up." Shi Mei said, "I don't feel good inside either."

""

"I don't like the taste of blood on my hands, so I've hardly ever killed anything with my own hands. I'm not lying to you."

"You are not lying to me." Chu Wanning spoke suddenly, "I believe you have hardly killed anyone with your own hands."

Shi Mei raises her eyebrows slightly, seemingly surprised.

Chu Wanning turned his head, his eyes cold as ice: "You are kind, you are soft, you do not want to kill innocent people, you do not like to have blood on your hands. So you never did these things yourself, you created a Fairy Tramper, and from then on it was he who was the madman who slaughtered the School of Confucianism, it was he who was the tyrant whose blood was unwashed who did for you all the things you had to do, but did not want to do. You are superior."

"These words of the Master are unjust." Shi Mei sighed. Shi Mei sighed, "I did not intend to massacre the School of Confucianism. That was his own personal vendetta."

"Without the eight bitter long hates how could he have committed such a heinous crime."

"Must he not have committed such a heinous crime without the eight bitter long hatreds?"

Chu Wanning looked into Shi Mei's eyes, "He won't."

Shi Mei just laughed lightly and waved his hand, meaning he didn't want to dwell on it any more, and he said, "Forget it. There's nothing to fight about. Anyway, I once said to Xu Shuanglin that I hoped that in this world the capable would live, the mediocre would be slaves, and good would be rewarded with evil, and I was not lying." After a pause, he continued, "But for the Butterfly Bones, to give goodness to others is to cut off one's own life. The road back to our homeland must be paved with blood, I have no choice."

Chu Wanning closes his eyes.

Shi Mei said, refilling her empty tealight again and sighed, "Master might not understand why I could sacrifice the lives of almost everyone in two time periods for the Butterfly Bone Clan to rejoin the Demon Realm. Actually, ah, it's not hard to understand"

He watched the steam curling up.

The room is quiet, and only Shi Mei's deep, calm voice can be heard.

"Has your master ever seen a herd of bison being rounded up for hunting?"

"Red with murder, rampant with the desire to pierce all those in their way, man or beast, with their two horns. This is the instinct to survive."

Chu Wanning knows what he means. The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seats are like a herd of animals driven to extinction. Surrounded by greedy faces that want to skin and bone them.

"For the Beauty Seat, in the end there are only two ways. Either the clan is completely exterminated, or they return to the demon world. This is a choice between life and death." Shi Mei said, her eyes a little gloomy, "If the Xianxia Realm had not treated the Beauty XI as merchant goods and abused them wantonly, and if we were still alive on earth, no one would have done such a terrible thing."

He was silent for a moment, his thoughts tumbling, his gaze gradually going from bleak to confused, from confused to cold, and finally to frantic.

Like the life he has experienced up to this day.

"The cattle have no desire to kill. But the butcher's knife fell and one by one, our companions around us lost their lives Master, how do you ask us to forgive this world."

Shi Mei's voice trembled a little: "The Xianxia realm will not create a history of the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seats, for these people only see us as livestock or double-cultivation pots. But we have always remembered that in the eleventh year of the Human-Devil War, almost all the pure-blooded Beauty Seats were killed. For thousands of years after that, even though we were careful not to reveal our identities, we still could not escape the greed of the cultivators."

"Four thousand years ago, two and a half thousand years ago, nine hundred years ago, and seven hundred years ago, four purges were made. The Beauty Seat bloodlines that mingled among the mortals were searched out, eaten for flesh and blood, and gang-raped under house arrest they hated to exterminate our people."

Shi Mei's fingers squeeze the tealight, her wrist outlined with hidden veins.

"In fact, if you really want to die, you can just forget about it and be done with it. But how could those monks give up such a good practice?"

Chu Wanning :""

"Master has read many books, so he should know what the previous head of Lonely Moonlit did to prevent the Beauty Seat from being completely extinguished." Shi Mei raised her eyes, her peach blossom eyes now glowing scarlet.

Chu Wanning did know about it, and it is mentioned in any book about Lonely Moonlit as a great achievement

Drug Clan Lonely Moonlit has searched for twenty young women of the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat and recruited strong and fierce monks to have intercourse with them day and night to conceive an heir. When they are pregnant, the master will induce labour with a magic potion and the baby will be born in four months. The women who have just given birth are then defiled again, forced to conceive again, forced to induce birth and so on, allowing the Beauty Seat family to continue again.

But this continuation is like pigs and sheep to the slaughter.

No, not like. It was that they had indeed become pigs and sheep to the slaughter.

When the children are born, the boys are immediately divided up and made into potions or sold directly to large families such as the School of Confucianism. The girls are kept in captivity and mated when they are born, becoming a new breeding ground.

"Mating."

Chu Wanning still remembers the shock and disgust he felt when he first saw the word appear on the Lonely Moonlit elixir prescription.

Shi Mei laughed, and for the first time it looked a little blue and miserable: "They are using the same way they practice compulsions to refine the Beauty Seat. They have won the praise of the Xianxia community."

"Living people are living people. Just because they once mixed a bit of ancient demon blood that could bring benefits to their cultivation, they condemn the living as livestock." To hide his pain, Shi Mei raised his hand to drink another cup of tea, but the ends of his fingers were trembling slightly.

"The embryo-growing potion is so costly to the mother that none of the bred beauty mats live past thirty. But a short life is a good thing for them, as it puts an end to the nightmare of mating and breeding before it's too late."

When he said the words mating and breeding, his face stung with the hatred of a slap on the wrist. Shi Mei's words stop and for a moment he seems to resist the urge to curse, but in the end he moves his mouth and all that falls is two words full of sarcasm.

"Pretty good."

Chu Wanning opened his eyes and his gaze finally fell on Shi Mei.

This man, who had always been either aloof or sly, was now like the most ordinary man of vengeance, his face engraved with stark hatred.

Shi Mei was quiet for a moment, as if something had occurred to him that he could no longer bear. He put his tea down, buried his face in his palms and rubbed them together, and finally he took a deep breath and when he looked up, his eyes were red.

As far back as Chu Wanning can remember, Shi Mei's emotions have never been so real and tangible.

"Do you remember, Master, how Lonely Moonlit stopped raising the Beauty Seat?"

"" Chu Wanning didn't know what he was feeling at the moment as he said hoarsely, "There's been a murder."

The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat is not a sinful animal after all, and the parasite will still recoil, let alone a living person.

In Jiang Xi's generation, there was a young girl in the beauty seat who was unyielding and calculating, who, unlike her older sisters, was neither death-seeking nor numb and empty.

She seduced a high ranking disciple of the Tianyin Pavilion who was visiting Lonely Moonlit at the time with her beauty and sweet words. The next day, she begged her lover to buy herself out of Lonely Moonlit and vowed to spend her life in his hands and help him in his training.

The Tianyin Pavilion disciple, in a moment of lust, agreed to her. Within days, she had fled from him and, having found the seeds of a fire, returned to Linling Island and set fire to Lonely Moonlit's courtyard.

On that night, the formerly imprisoned Beauty Seats fled with her help, and over a hundred of Lonely Moonlit's disciples were killed and injured by the fire.

The rest of the clan looked on with relief, but secretly mocked Lonely Moonlit for not being able to keep an eye on a woman. Drug Clan was so humiliated by this that the headmaster was furious and simply ended his use of the Beauty Seat.

"Since you have to laugh, don't come begging for medicine in the future. So many people have escaped anyway, so if you are capable, you may as well hunt on your own."

So when Jiang Xi became the head of the sect, the only one left in Lonely Moonlit's possession was Song Qiutong, who was supposed to stay and serve his master. But Jiang Xi, a man who was not close to women, was particularly annoyed by women and regarded the Beauty Seat as a plague.

Seeing that Chu Wanning could remember these accounts of the past, Shi Mei finally smiled and he said, "Excuse me."

"You said."

"That day at Xuanyuan Court, yes, the one where Aunt Song's mother was auctioned off. I went there too."

Chu Wanning is slightly stunned.

Shi Mei said, "I went, and I was in the first elegant seat of Xuan Zi. The price was offered at thirty-five million."

When Shi Mei said that, Chu Wanning did have a vague memory of it. Mo Ran was with him at the time, and he saw Song Qiutong's pity and wanted to save her life, but there was a box upstairs with a veil tent, and the customer inside offered 35 million dollars.

"It's you."

"Well, it's me." Shi Mei's expression gradually calmed down again and he smiled, "I swore a long time ago to guard every butterfly-boned beauty seat I could help. Song Qiutong is a member of my clan, and when I got the news, I wanted to go and ransom her. Of course, in this life, I also wanted to take Bugui to try and tickle the fury in Mo Ran's body. As a result, who knew that the half of your earth soul left in his body protected him so much that it even caused you to resonate with yourself as a result forget it. All that is in the past, what can be said."

"Anyway, the Master knows that it was Ye Wangxi who ended up buying her out."

"If she is one of your people, Confucianism School, why did you"

"Why did I stand by and let her die?" Shi Mei laughed, "I couldn't help it, I needed to hide my lineage, in fact I gave all the orders to Phoenix Mountain at the time, she was just a front. In other circumstances, I might have saved her life. But in the presence of Xu Shuanglin, who was the source of my power at the time, my master knew that my spiritual power was weak. He treated me as a dear friend, but I befriended him as Shi Mingjing, the top of death and life."

""

"Would he still be willing to conspire with me if he knew I was the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat?" Shi Mei said calmly, "I told you before, in the eyes of most monks we are pigs and dogs and cattle and sheep, and Xu Shuanglin will be no exception. Just look at the way he treats Aunt Song's mother."

Chu Wanning's heart was heavy and he did not know what to say for a long time.

Shi Mei was interested in talking to him and continued, "Let's go back to the story of the butterfly-boned beauty who escaped from Lonely Moonlit."

"" Chu Wanning's eyes were downcast and silent, and after a moment he looked at Shi Mei's beautiful face. He had actually picked up on something from the previous account and Shi Mei's demeanour, and he almost sighed, "That was your mother, wasn't it? That girl."

Shi Mei's back relaxed slowly and her features softened.

He finally smiled bitterly, "You can always guess right. Yes, she is my mother."