Chapter 8: This Seat is Punished

Mo Ran had been lying in bed like a dead fish for three days and his wounds were just healing when he received a summons to get the hell out and do hard labour at the red lotus watering hole.

As part of the punishment, Mo Ran is not allowed to leave the mountain while he is grounded, but he is not allowed to be idle and must do some hard work for the sect.

Usually, these are tasks such as helping the lady at Mengpo Court with the dishes, scrubbing the 365 stone lions on the pillars of Naihe Bridge, transcribing the tedious archives, and so on.

But what is the red lotus water pavilion? It is the residence of Chu Wanning's grandson, known as the red lotus, the asylum of hell.

Not many people have ever been to the top of death and life, and everyone who has gone in has come out with either a broken arm or a broken leg.

So Chu Wanning's bedchamber, in addition to the red lotus inferno, has a more earthy nickname: the Broken Legs Watering Hole.

There is a joking saying in the school: "The water pavilion hides a beauty, and the beauty edicts the heavenly question. If you join my leg-breaking sect, you will know my leg-breaking suffering. Elder Yu Heng, the best choice for you to cut off your own meridians."

Once, a female disciple who was not afraid of death had the audacity to covet the beauty of Elder Yu Heng and sneaked to South Mountain in the darkness of the moon to spy on the eaves of the house, intending to spy on the Elder's bathing and dressing.

The result was predictable: the warrior woman was beaten to death by Tian Man and cried out for help, lying in bed for over a hundred days.

Chu Wanning also said that if he ever did it again, he would gouge his eyes out.

Seeing no more ungentlemanly words no more insensitive behaviour no more outrageous men

In the sect, there were originally some naive and silly girls who, on the grounds that they were women, thought that Elder Yu Heng would have pity on them and always cheeked around him in a vain attempt to get the Elder's attention. But after the Elder killed the female rascal, no one dared to hit on him anymore.

Elder Yu Heng, a tyrant of both sexes, is not a gentleman at all, except for his face, which is what the disciples of the sect say about Chu Wanning.

The junior student who came to deliver the message looked at Mo Ran rather sympathetically, and after holding back, he still couldn't hold back: "Senior Brother Mo"

"Hmm."

"The temper of Elder Yu Heng is so bad that no one who goes to the red lotus water salon can come out standing, look, or else, say that your wounds are still fresh and beg Elder Yu Heng to let you go to the plate."

Mo Ran was grateful for the Bodhisattva's heart and then refused him.

Request Chu Wanning

Forget it, he didn't want to be served another meal by Heavenly Questions.

So, struggling to get dressed, he shuffled reluctantly towards South Mountain on the summit of death and life.

The red lotus is the water pavilion, the red lotus is the hell, the abode of Chu Wanning, where no one is seen alive for a hundred miles.

No one wanted to go near where he lived, and Chu Wanning's poor taste and unpredictable personality kept everyone in the sect away from him.

Mo Ran was a little apprehensive as to what Chu Wanning would punish her for, and as she wandered up to the summit of South Mountain, she walked through the overlapping bamboo groves and was met by a large red lotus.

It was early in the morning, the rising sun rose in the east, reflecting the brilliant tapestry of the sky, the fire-red clouds and the red hibiscus of the lotus leaves in the pool, the vast, bright waves of light. The pool on the curved corridors and water pavilions standing quietly, according to the mountain a curtain of water falls clash, fine crystal water droplets tinkling against the stone wall, the water mist steaming, smoke and light condensed scarlet, quiet in a few enchanting.

Mo Ran's feelings on this are.

Vomit.

Chu Wanning lives in a place where, no matter how good it looks, he is vomit

The disciples' houses are all close together and their rooms do not occupy much space, but he, Elder Yu Heng, has taken up a whole hill by himself and dug three large ponds full of lotus flowers.

It just doesn't sit well with me anyway. I can't wait for the fire to burn down this broken-legged water salon

But given that he is 16 years old and unable to compete with Master Chu, Mo Ran came to Chu Wanning's house, stood in the doorway, squinted his eyes, and sweetly opened his mouth to play the grandchild.

"Disciple Mo Ran, pay my respects to the Master."

"Well, come on in."

The room is cluttered with the cold-blooded demon Chu Wanning, dressed in a white robe, his lapels folded high and tight, with a somewhat ascetic air. Today he wears a high ponytail and a black metal gauntlet, sitting on the floor tinkering with a pile of machine parts, with a pen in his mouth.

After an expressionless glance at Mo Ran, he chewed on his pencil and said vaguely, "Come here."

Mo Ran has passed.

This was a little difficult, as there was no longer much of a place for people to land in this room, with drawings and broken metal wood scattered everywhere.

Mo Ran's brow twitched; in his last life he had not been in Chu Wanning's room and had no idea that this well-dressed, beautiful man lived in such a messy place.

"What is the Master doing here?"

"The Night Wanderer."

"What?"

Chu Wanning was a little impatient, probably because he had a pen in his mouth and was not able to speak: "The Night Wanderer."

Mo Ran silently looked at the pile of parts that littered the floor.

His mentor was known as Master Chu, and not for nothing. Chu Wanning was a very tough man, and his three divine weapons, his boundary skills and his machine building skills were all worthy of the word "master". This is why he was so bad-tempered and difficult to deal with, but all the major immortal sects still fought to get him.

Mo Ran, who has been reborn, knows all about "night wanderers".

It was a mech built by Chu Wanning that was cheap and powerful enough to guard the common people of Lower Fairy World from the usual ghosts at night.

In a previous life, the well-made Night Wanderer became a must-have mech for almost every household, costing the equivalent of a broom each and working much better than a grimacing door god.

After Chu Wanning's death, these nightwalking gods continued to watch over the poor families who could not afford a Taoist master. This compassionate heart, combined with Chu Wanning's thin-skinned approach to his disciples, is something Mo Ran despises.

Mo Ran sat down and looked at the Nighthawk, which was still just a pile of parts, and the past slipped through his mind, and he couldn't help but pick up one of the Nighthawk's knuckles and grasp it in his hands.

Chu Wanning fastened the falcon dong on the parts and finally got his hands free to take off the pen he had been biting into and glared at Mo Ran: "That's just been tung oiled, don't touch it."

"Oh" Mo Ran lowered her knuckles and adjusted her mood, still looking harmlessly cute, and asked with a smile, "Master summoned me here, is it because he intends to ask me to help?"

Chu Wanning said, "Hmm."

"Do what?"

"Get the house cleaned up."

Mo Ran's smile froze as he looked around the room in the aftermath of the earthquake: ""

Chu Wanning is a genius at fairy magic and an idiot at life.

After cleaning up the fifth teacup that had been broken and not swept away in time, Mo Ran finally got fed up: "Master, how long has it been since you cleaned this house?

Chu Wanning was looking at the drawings and didn't look up: "Almost a year."

Mo Ran :""

"Where do you normally, sleep?"

"What," Chu Wanning, looking even more impatient than usual at the interruption, rubbed his hair and replied angrily, "is the sleeping bed, of course."

Mo Ran glanced at the bed, which was littered with various mechs that were mostly finished, as well as saws axes files and a host of other tools, each shiny and sharp.

Amazing how this guy didn't cut his own head off in his sleep

After most of the day's work, the floor was swept full of wood dust in three dustpans, the white towels wiping the shelves of the bookcases were blackened by more than a dozen, and by midday, only half of them had been sorted.

Fuck Chu Wanning, this man is more poisonous than a poisonous woman.

It doesn't seem like a serious punishment, and it doesn't seem like hard work, but who knows what it's like to clean a place that hasn't been cleaned for 365 days, not to mention the scars all over your body, even if you're in good health now, you'd be half dead from all this torment!

"O Master."

"Hmm."

"You've had this pile of clothes" for about three months.

Chu Wanning finally got one of the night wanderer's arms back together, and rubbing his sore shoulder, he glanced up at the mountain of robes on the trunk and said coldly, "I'll wash them myself."

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the gods, then wondered, "Hey Master still does laundry"

Chu Wanning looked at him for a moment and then said coldly, "What's so hard about that? Throw it in the water, dip it, pick it up and dry it in the sun."

"I don't know how the girls who are in love with Master Chu will feel when they hear these words. Mo Ran feels that this man is a disgusting sight to behold, and that it would break the hearts of many girls to say it.

"It's getting late, so come with me to the dining hall and take care of the rest when you get back."

The Mengpo Court was full of people, with disciples from the top of death and life eating in small groups, and Chu Wanning took a few dishes on a lacquered wooden tray and sat quietly in the corner.

With him as the core, the area around him gradually emptied of people within twenty feet.

No one dared to sit too close to Elder Yu Heng for fear that if he was displeased, he would fling out the Heavenly Question and give him a good thrashing. Chu Wanning himself was well aware of this, but he didn't mind, sitting there as a cold beauty, eating his bowl of food in a gentle manner.

Today, though, not so much.

Mo Ran was brought in by him and naturally had to follow him around.

Others were afraid of him, Mo Ran too, but at least he had died once and his fear of Chu Wanning was not as great.

Especially after the fear from the first meeting faded, the dislike for Chu Wanning from his previous life slowly emerged. Even if Chu Wanning was powerful, he still died at his hands in his last life.

Mo Ran sat down in front of him and calmly chewed on the bowl of sweet and sour pork, crunching it and soon the bones spat into a small mountain.

Chu Wanning suddenly slammed his chopsticks.

Mo Ran froze.

"Can you stop stuttering when you eat?"

"I chew bones, how can I chew them without baring my mouth"

"Then don't eat the bones."

"But I like to eat bones."

"Fuck off and eat next to each other." The sound of the two arguing grew louder and louder, and already some disciples were peeking at them.

Mo Ran resists the urge to snap the rice bowl over Chu Wanning's head, purses her oily lips and, after a moment, narrows her eyes, a sweet smile rubbing the corners of her mouth.

"Don't shout so loudly, Master. If others hear us, won't they laugh at us"

Chu Wanning, ever the thin-skinned one, did lighten his voice and whispered, "Get out."

Mo Ran is laughing so hard he's stumbling.

Chu Wanning :""

"Hey, don't glare at me, Master, eat, eat. I'll try to keep my voice down."

Mo Ran had enough of laughing and started to play nice again, and the sound of gnawing on the bones really did subside.

Chu Wanning, who is a soft touch but not a hard one, sees that Mo Ran is obedient and his face eases up a little, no longer so bitter, as he bows his head and eats his tofu with vegetables in a gentle manner.

It didn't take long for Mo Ran to get back into the swing of things.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him, but all his life, when he sees Chu Wanning, he wants to behave like a god and make people angry.

So Chu Wanning noticed that Mo Ran, although he wasn't chewing the bar aloud anymore, started to eat the ribs with his hands, eating them with greasy hands and shiny sauce.

Chu Wanning's forehead is bruised.

He lowered his eyelashes, not looking at Mo Ran, and minded his own dinner.

I don't know if Mo Ran was so happy and forgetful that he accidentally threw the finished bone into Chu Wanning's bowl of rice.

Chu Wanning stared at the wretched, grimy ribs as the air around them froze at a rate visible to the naked eye.

" Mo Ran "

"Master" Mo Ran was quite a bit frightened, not sure how much of it was true and how much was not, "That uh, I didn't mean to do that."

No wonder.

""

"Don't be angry, I'll chuck it out for you."

With that, he literally stretched out his chopsticks and swished them into Chu Wanning's bowl, quickly picking away the chop.

Chu Wanning was so blue that he seemed to be on the verge of passing out in disgust.

Mo Ran's eyelashes rustled, and there was a bit of pitiful resignation on her pretty face: "Master is disliking me"

""

"Master, I'm sorry."

It's just that.

Chu Wanning thought to himself.

Why bother with the juniors.

He gave up on the urge to summon Heavenly Questions to smack Mo Ran around, but his appetite had been swept away and he got up and said, "I'm full."

"Hey that's all you're going to eat Master you haven't even touched much in your bowl."

Chu Wanning said coldly, "I'm not hungry."

Mo Ran's heart was full of joy, but her mouth was still sweet: "Then I won't eat either, come on, let's go back to the red lotus ground cough, the red lotus water salon."

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes, "We," he said with a look of sarcasm in his eyes, and then said, "who is talking to you? We have an order of precedence, so talk to me."

Mo Ran's mouth is diligent and her eyes are curled in a smile, good-natured and sweet.

Yet the man was thinking to himself, "Speak properly with respect for your elders

If Chu Wanning could have known what happened in his past life, he would have known that in the end, he, Mo Weiyu, was the only one in the world who was Zun.

Chu Wanning, no matter how noble and arrogant he may be, is still a piece of mud under his boot and has to rely on his charity to survive.

Keeping pace with his mentor, Mo Ran still had a rather broad smile on his face.

If Shi Mei is the white moonlight in his heart, Chu Wanning is the broken fish thorn stuck in his throat, which he has to crush or swallow and be corroded by the gastric juices.

In short, this rebirth is for anyone he can spare.

But Chu Wanning will never be spared.

However, Chu Wanning doesn't seem to be going easy on him either.

Mo Ran stood in front of the Cangshu Library in red lotus hell, looking at fifty rows of bookshelves ten storeys high, and thought he had misheard.

"Master, what did you say?"

Chu Wanning said lightly, "Wipe all the books in here."

""

"Wipe it down and then register it."

""

"I'll check in first thing in the morning."

""

What, is he staying in red lotus hell tonight?

But he'd made an appointment with Shi Mei to have her change his medicine in the evening.

He opened his mouth to bargain, but Chu Wanning didn't bother, and with a wave of his broad sleeve, he turned and went to the organ room, closing the door behind him in a cool manner.

Mo Ran, whose date has fallen through, is in deep disgust with Chu Wanning and wants to burn all of his books.

No

On a whim, he came up with an even more damaging idea