Chapter 27 Mountain God, did you dream of me too?
It must be because of that stinky fox!
While scrubbing her underwear, she felt indignant.
His mind was filled with thoughts of his sweetheart and intimate physical contact, which led him to have such a dream!
Half an hour later, the sorrow of hearing human voices had transformed into intense anger.
He was determined to catch that fox demon soon, beat him into a pulp, and stuff him into his mouth.
But he no longer had the courage to go to the mountain spring.
Just thinking about that place brings back vivid memories of last night's dream, and the feeling of having my tail stroked instantly returns to my mind.
Hearing the voice startled him, and he quickly shook his head to dismiss the thought.
No, I can't think about it anymore.
This was just a ridiculous dream; the He Mu in it wasn't real at all, but something he made up on a whim.
How could the real mountain god treat him like that? How could he hold him in his arms, ignore his groans, and play with his tail over and over again?
That's completely unreasonable.
He frowned as he lifted his soaking wet clothes from the copper basin, plunging into another predicament.
But why would his body react this way after having such a dream?
He was curious about the voices, but no one had ever taught him such things. The clan leader was too old, and his master was a woman; they certainly wouldn't know anything about these things...
Does that mean we can only ask the mountain god?
But the person in my dream yesterday was him!
Hearing the voice, she gritted her teeth in anger and continued to scrub her clothes with a pitiful expression, wishing she could wash this memory directly out of her mind.
"I clearly didn't!"
He muttered to himself, his hands moving with increasing force, almost tearing the clothes to shreds.
He clearly didn't have those kinds of thoughts about the mountain god!
He Mu was the god he had worshipped since childhood. He had always regarded him as family. How could he have inexplicably become the person he loved?
"…………"
He stopped halfway through kneading.
Although she was unwilling, she dared not speak out when she heard voices, saying that she really had no improper thoughts about He Mu.
In that dream, his body tensed up as soon as Mu kissed his ear.
He didn't resist because this person was He Mu, and let him whisper in his ear, and even let him touch his tail in the end.
Moreover... it wasn't just that they didn't resist.
Hearing the voice, she pursed her lips slightly, her cheeks grew hotter and hotter, and her eyes welled up with tears.
He felt that he seemed to like, and was somewhat dependent on, this feeling.
For yokai, their tails are extremely sensitive and private areas, reserved for their closest mates to touch.
If someone touches her randomly, she will fight back if she hears their voice.
However, when He Mu hugged her and stroked her tail, she didn't feel any disgust at all when she heard human voices; on the contrary, she felt a little too comfortable.
His resistance stemmed from an inability to withstand such intense stimulation and an instinctive urge to escape, not from aversion.
If even these things can be tolerated, then wouldn't he have subconsciously come to regard He Mu as his partner?
This...this is it...
Does it mean "the one you love"?
Hearing voices made him feel confused and he couldn't understand the dream. As a result, he was listless and gave up practicing his sword during the day.
When it was time to study in the afternoon, he was still lying on the table, absentmindedly playing with the calligraphy brush in his hand.
Yi Jinxiang was still reading to him, but after asking a question, there was no response for a long time.
She then glanced at Wen Rensheng while holding the book in her hands.
“I heard human voices.”
"ah!"
Startled by the sound of voices, he sat up straight, quickly regained his composure, and apologized repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, Master, I was just lost in thought."
Yi Jinxiang lowered her eyes, put the book away, and said, "You've been daydreaming so many times today. What's on your mind? Why don't you tell me?"
Hearing a voice, she put her hand on her leg, curled her fingers, and stammered, "N-no, Master..."
Yi Jinxiang raised an eyebrow: "No?"
Hearing the voice, he pursed his lips and didn't dare to utter a sound.
He knew that Yi Jinxiang was very good at judging people, and that lying to her would definitely be exposed.
But hearing voices made him too embarrassed to reveal what was on his mind, so he hesitated for a moment before finally speaking indirectly:
"Master, you are so handsome, was there anyone who liked you when you were in the mortal world?"
Yi Jinxiang paused, looking at Wenrensheng with a puzzled expression.
Why do you say that?
Hearing the voice, she finally raised her head and met Yi Jinxiang's gaze.
Although Yi Jinxiang usually paints her face with flowers, I have seen her true appearance several times through her voice. She has sharp and delicate bone structure and is a very beautiful woman.
She's a monster too; perhaps I can find the answer in her?
"I'm really curious, what's a demon's reaction when they like someone?" Wenrensheng cupped his face in his hands. "Master, could you tell me about it?"
Yi Jinxiang looked at the voices for a moment, and finally said in a low voice, "I have never loved anyone, but my mother was a white snake, and she fell in love with a mortal."
Hearing the voices, he perked up and leaned forward, quickly asking, "And then? Did they get together?"
Yi Jinxiang said, "He will not have a good end."
"Ah—" a voice said disappointedly, "It's not nice at all."
“It’s not a good thing to begin with,” said Yi Jinxiang. “If you love someone, your joys and sorrows will be swayed by that person. You’ll be thinking about them day and night, tossing and turning in bed, and even in your dreams you won’t be spared. How can that be good?”
She paused, then asked, "What, do you have someone you like?"
Startled by her sudden question, Wen Rensheng immediately denied it, saying, "No!"
After saying that, he suddenly stood up and hurriedly packed the things on the table into his small bundle.
"I...I have something to attend to today, so I have to go now. Goodbye, Master!"
Having said that, he grabbed his bundle and fled from the library, leaving behind only a wisp of wind.
Yi Jinxiang's hair fluttered across her forehead as she followed Wen Rensheng's voice until he disappeared from sight.
"oh."
A slight smile played on her lips.
"So it exists?"
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Hearing the human voice, he decided to go find the fox demon again.
What Yi Jinxiang had just said to him had only made his mind more confused. All his joys and sorrows were now swayed by this one person, and even his dreams couldn't escape her influence...
Isn't that describing him?
He was determined to find that fox and make it explain to him what it had done to him!
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, they hurried to the mountain spring after hearing voices.
As soon as I stepped into the bamboo forest, I found the red-faced fox from yesterday standing perfectly fine at the entrance, seemingly having been waiting for human voices for a long time.
Hearing human voices and seeing it ignited his anger. He drew the dagger from his waist, clenched his wrist, and stepped forward to hold it against the red-faced fox's neck.
"What kind of monster are you?!"
The red-faced fox narrowed its eyes and looked at Wenrensheng with a smile.
"How was your dream last night?"
Hearing the voice, he had no mood for banter; he was genuinely angry. If all those dreams were caused by this fox, he might actually be so angry that he wanted to give it a good beating.
The red-faced fox was not afraid of the dagger's sharpness at all. It still had a playful look on its face and even tilted its head back slightly to sniff the human's scent.
"A wisp of your vital energy is leaking out," it said slowly, "You seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit."
"you!"
Hearing the voices, he felt both ashamed and angry. He sheathed his dagger and forcefully shoved the red-faced fox.
"Stop trying to pull these tricks on me. So what if I had these dreams? They're all fake, I won't believe them!"
The red-faced fox took two steps to the side and said calmly, "The dream is fake, but the feelings are real... I was just pointing out your feelings to you, I never forced you to do anything."
Wen Rensheng was speechless at his question.
He was silent for a moment, then gripped the dagger in his hand tightly and gritted his teeth, saying, "So what if I really like him? What good would it do you?"
The red-faced fox finally stopped laughing. It opened its eyes again, its dark red pupils staring intently at Wenrensheng.
“There’s no benefit,” it paused, then said, “but there’s no harm either. I just don’t want lovers to have a bad ending.”
Hearing someone's voice retort, "You're not the matchmaker, why are you meddling in my business?"
The red-faced fox did not answer the question, but instead said, "I see you still refuse to admit it, so tonight I will give you another dream, so you can see your own heart clearly, how about that?"
"What?" Hearing the voice, she immediately refused, "I don't want to! Don't make me have this kind of dream!"
But it completely ignored the protests of the human voices, only covered its face and chuckled twice, and then, just like last time, disappeared into the thick mist of the mountain spring in the blink of an eye, without a trace.
"Running away again?!"
Hearing the voice, he stood still and stomped his foot angrily.
"Coward..." he gritted his teeth, "I'll definitely beat you up next time! I won't let you get away with this!!"
The shout was so forceful that it startled birds in the nearby forest.
A line of dark figures swept across the twilight, ushering in nightfall.
The third quarter of the hour of You (5-7 PM).
He Mu used a tree branch to knock the sword out of Wen Rensheng's hand and then took it into his own.
“That’s enough for today,” he said, sheathing his sword and frowning. “You’ve been distracted all night. You won’t improve if you keep practicing. Go back and rest.”
Hearing the voice, he didn't refute, but nodded somewhat sullenly.
“I’m sorry, Mountain God,” he said softly, head bowed, “I’m not feeling well today.”
He Mu placed the sword on the weapon rack, then walked over to Wen Rensheng, squatted down, and took his hand.
"Where do you feel unwell?" he asked with concern. "Would you like me to take a look?"
Hearing the voice, he wanted to shake his head, but once He Mu grabbed his hand, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.
Today, when I confronted that fox demon and heard human voices, I felt a surge of grievances that I couldn't shake off.
Normally, when he was unhappy, he would just run into He Mu's arms and act cute, asking him to comfort him. But this time, he didn't know how to talk to He Mu.
After hearing someone's voice and muttering for a while, he finally nodded.
“Yes,” he said, “thank you, Mountain God.”
Seeing that he was willing to communicate with her, Mu felt much more at ease.
Since what happened this morning, Wen Rensheng has become rather quiet and often unreachable. Mu Yuan and I wanted to give him some space.
But he couldn't hold back any longer. He had no mood to deal with the affairs of the Heavenly Court all day and stayed near the Sutra Repository waiting for Wenrensheng to finish his studies.
Fortunately, Wen Rensheng is still willing to keep in touch with him.
The two returned to their room, and Mu checked the pulse of the man who was speaking, but found nothing unusual. He then offered to reapply the medicine to his wounds.
Hearing voices, he took off his clothes, sat shirtless on the edge of the bed, and absentmindedly played with his fingers.
The bruises on his back have almost healed, and his skin is as smooth and fair as before; it turns bright red when pinched.
He Mu was behind him, applying the ointment little by little.
He said he wasn't feeling well, but he didn't feel uncomfortable hearing people's voices. He just wanted to find a chance to be alone with the mountain god for a while.
After meeting that fox demon again today, Wen Rensheng was even more confused about his own feelings. He desperately wanted to confirm what was different about his feelings for the mountain god.
Has he stopped regarding the mountain god as his family?
In Wenrensheng's heart, his family always comes first, and he can't imagine what life would be like without the mountain god.
But his feelings for the mountain god seemed to be different from his feelings for his master and the clan chief...
"Has the mountain god ever dreamed?"
The silence was suddenly broken by a voice.
He Mu paused for a moment, then continued to gently rub the cool ointment onto Wen Rensheng's back.
"Yes, I have."
A voice asked, "What did the mountain god dream of?"
After applying the medicine, He Mu carefully blew on it to warm it up before answering the question about hearing human voices:
I dreamt about you.
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Author's note: I heard you can send emojis now, so I'm giving it a try.
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