Chapter 301: Chapter 156: Heartless (Part 3)
"Master," the young apprentice cautiously said, "Perhaps we should bury him, or else when the snow melts, it’ll start to stink."
The old Daoist was surprisingly moved, "You’re much better than your senior brother. That little rascal used to try to boss me around."
"Come, let’s go have a look first."
The apprentice nodded repeatedly and followed behind the old Daoist as they went outside.
...
Not long after, the old Daoist frowned and turned over the young man lying on the ground.
Despite the man’s face being covered in frost, even his eyelashes tinged with ice, he still bitterly said, "Why is it you again?"
The man was surprisingly clad only in a thin white inner garment during this bitter winter; his outer garment was long gone. If he were human, he would have frozen to death, but this fellow was not human.
"Master, do you know him?" the apprentice asked cautiously.
The old Daoist grumbled, "He’s nothing but trouble, a big trouble."
"Then it’s better to bury him early," the apprentice said as he stepped forward to help.
The old Daoist slapped his hand away, "He’s not dead, just drunk."
"Huh?" The apprentice paused for a moment, then reacted with hopeful tone, "Is he one of those flying and fleet-footed Immortals?"
The old Daoist shook his head helplessly, "People always say being an Immortal is good, but look at this guy, he’s living worse than I am."
Saying this, he hoisted up the stiff "icicle" with the apprentice’s help and carried him into the temple to rest.
...
In Langhuan Grotto Heaven, this time Ji Mingyu rested her head on Chu Xuan’s lap, her hands folded across her abdomen, eyes slightly closed as she listened to him tell stories.
"The story goes that Sun Wukong received teachings from Master Bodhi in the dead of night, known as the ’Great Celestial Immortal Technique.’
"Later, he learned the ’Seventy-two Transformations’ to evade three disasters; he also got the ’Somersault Cloud,’ enabling him to journey eighty thousand leagues in a single somersault."
Chu Xuan gently caressed Ming Yu’s silky long hair, narrating with the tone of a storyteller.
Ming Yu listened with closed eyes, slightly raising an eyebrow, "Is it really that powerful? Instantly traveling eighty thousand leagues, isn’t that like going from the Northern Territory to the Southern Territory in a breath? The Divine Techniques of Immortals are only this much?"
Chu Xuan smiled and said, "Many Immortals in ’Journey to the West,’ indeed lack the speed of Sun Wukong."
"After Sun Wukong acquired such wondrous powers, he felt immensely proud. One day he couldn’t resist his fellow disciples’ urgings."
"The masses said: Wukong, what kind of fortunate fate did you cultivate? The other day, Master whispered the method to evade three disasters to you, can you master them?"
"They also said: At this opportune time, why not demonstrate for us to see."
"Sun Wukong then transformed into a pine tree, indeed ’reaching the clouds with a graceful form, without a trace of his monkey nature.’
"Everyone cheered, clapped, and praised: Good monkey! Good monkey!"
"Unexpectedly, this act alerted Master Bodhi, who was furious at Wukong for flaunting his skills. He decided to expel Wukong from the mountain."
Ming Yu frowned slightly, "They wanted to expel him for that? It doesn’t seem that big a mistake."
Chu Xuan carefully explained to her that Sun Wukong had a destiny upon him and that having mastered the skills, he was destined for great deeds, so expelling him was just an excuse.
Ming Yu listened, her indifferent expression slightly softened with a smile, "I see, if Sun Wukong didn’t come down from the mountain, there wouldn’t be more stories later."
Seeing the icy beauty smile, Chu Xuan thought she looked truly beautiful~
He quietly admired for a while until Ming Yu opened her eyes and glared at him, prompting him to cough and continue:
"Before descending the mountain, there was an interesting conversation; Master Bodhi saw Wukong’s competitive and restless nature, thus warned him: As you go, you will certainly cause trouble. No matter how you wreak havoc, don’t mention you’re my disciple..."
Ming Yu nodded repeatedly, "That’s indeed interesting; if I expel you from the mountain someday, I’ll use those same words."
Chu Xuan was speechless, "Don’t you think it’s too cruel?"
Ming Yu deliberately said, "I don’t think so; you fall in love easily. It’s just right to give you some tough love."
"Fine then~ I won’t tell stories anymore," Chu Xuan feigned anger.
Ji Mingyu ignored him, pretending to sleep.
Until Chu Xuan leaned down and stole a kiss on her forehead, provoking her to turn over and hit him, "You scoundrel!"
With that, the two resumed laughing and playing...
...
Chu Xuan woke up, a day and a night had passed.
Where am I?
What happened?
Chu Xuan looked bewildered at the top of the canopy bed, then a headache from the hangover triggered his memories.
After charging into the snowstorm, he took out the Spirit Wine originally meant for guests, drinking jar after jar until he was drunk, as if only this could somewhat alleviate the pain in his heart.
Chu Xuan closed his eyes, recalling scenes from his recent dream, unwittingly revealing a smile at the corner of his mouth, smiling until tears slid from his eyes again...
After a long while, he reopened his eyes, observing his surroundings.
The room was simple and plain, but the wooden lattice carving on the windows suggested a Daoist style.
Flying Immortal Temple?
Chu Xuan froze, why is it here again?
At this moment, the door creaked open, and a ten-year-old boy in blue clothes, carrying a steaming bowl of hangover soup, cautiously walked in.
Seeing the man on the bed awake, staring blankly at him, the boy exclaimed joyfully, "You’re awake?"
At this moment, Chu Xuan felt as though he had passed through lifetimes.
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