Chapter 31: Which of these two paths should we choose?
Just as he thought of this, the blood in Mu's palm visibly turned into ash, which flew into the air.
I've been tricked again!
The physical body was left behind; it was most likely a clone that died. Perhaps this fox foresaw that there would be trouble today and sent the clone over beforehand. How cunning!
With the clone gone, the trail went cold. Hearing the human voice, he was both angry and anxious, wishing he could piece the escaped fox back together and beat it flat again.
But now he was covered in a torturous itching sensation, his strength seemed to have been drained, even his waist was sore and weak, and he had no energy left to think.
The damp, sticky fog that had once filled my dreams has now become reality. My clothes were quickly soaked with cold sweat and clung to my skin.
He lay in Mu's arms, unconsciously starting to unbutton his clothes, trying to dissipate some of the heat.
Seeing this, He Mu quickly removed his hand, pressed it against Wen Rensheng's cheek, and hurriedly transferred a wisp of spiritual energy into him.
"He just has a fever," He Mu comforted him. "Let's try to regulate his qi first."
Hearing the human voice, his mind worked very slowly. He focused all his energy on maintaining the transformation technique, thinking that he couldn't reveal his identity as a monster yet.
I've decided to stop lying, but I'm not ready yet.
You must tell the mountain god when you confess your feelings, only then...
Halfway through his thought, the light in his eyes dimmed, his consciousness gradually being overtaken by the surging desire, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.
Seeing that his pupils were dilated, Mu lowered him a little.
Hearing voices, his body burned intensely; his bangs were soaked with fine sweat, clinging damply to his forehead.
The intense heat made him want to take off his clothes to cool down, but before he could even unbutton them, Mu grabbed his wrist again.
“Sheng Sheng,” He Mu swallowed, and said awkwardly, “you, uh… don’t take your clothes off yet.”
Although he had seen her since childhood, He Mu was still a little flustered when Wen Rensheng took off his clothes in front of him in this aroused state.
But Hearing the voices, he was only thinking about preserving the Transformation Technique. He was only worried that he would lose his magic power after fainting from the heat. Little did he know that He Mu had so many thoughts.
He said, feeling wronged, "But it's so hot, I'm going to die if this continues."
He Mu: "..."
He Mu had no choice but to do something about him. After hesitating for a moment, she took the initiative to unbutton Wen Rensheng's clothes and belt, and then opened his collar.
After feeling the coolness, Wenrensheng's breathing finally became smoother. His chest rose and fell slightly, his upper body skin was flushed pink, and a thin layer of sweat seeped from his waist and abdomen.
He Mu held his forehead, unsure where to look.
He arrived at the mountain spring at almost the same time as Wenrensheng.
At first, he simply sat not far away, pondering the origins of this fox demon.
But as soon as he heard Wen Rensheng say that he wanted to express his feelings to him, the spiritual flow in his body seemed to have triggered some mechanism, and became inexplicably agitated, then went berserk and rushed around his meridians.
He felt his mind churning, and he couldn't hear a word that followed. His blood and qi surged, his killing intent soared, and his spiritual power went out of control.
When he regained consciousness, he had already twisted the fox's body to pieces.
Mu's mind is still a complete mess.
Now, hearing human voices and being aroused again by his own mistakes, he was even more at a loss.
What should I do?
Mu stroked his tail a few times, but he was fast asleep at the sound of human voices, so a little stroking would calm him down.
But this time, he was awake when he heard human voices, and the transformation spell had not been lifted, so his tail and ears did not appear. There was no way to relieve his pain in this way.
Does that mean the only option is...?
He Mu gasped, then pulled Wen Rensheng's open collar tighter to cover his chest before daring to look at him.
The body has already started to react to the sound of human voices.
He gently pinched his face and found that Wen Rensheng's eyes were filled with lustful mist, and he was pitifully clinging to his wristband, looking like he really needed his help.
He Mu said helplessly, "What if I make you uncomfortable?"
Hearing the voice, he seemed not to understand what the person meant, and shook his head without saying a word.
He Mu had no choice but to let go, help Wen Rensheng up a little, and hold her in his arms.
It makes sense, considering he was the one who adopted and educated Wenrensheng. Who else in the entire Fangze Mountain could help Wenrensheng besides him?
Hearing the voice, he was already stunned by the heat. As soon as he felt He Mu's embrace, he clung to her like a sticky lump of dough.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his upper body pressed tightly against He Mu, his lips moving slightly as he emitted soft whimpers, like the whimpering of a puppy.
"Uh..."
“Sheng Sheng,” He Mu touched his lips and gave him a breath of spiritual energy, “Don’t rush, speak slowly.”
Hearing voices, he clenched his fists and let out a breath of unbearable gasp.
"It hurts so much..."
My body is acting strangely.
All senses are screaming for lust, spreading inch by inch along the skin, until finally all five senses are deprived of sensation, and the whole person becomes only capable of wagging their tail and begging for pleasure.
But shame prevented Wenrensheng from doing so, and the pent-up desires, finding no outlet, made him so anxious he wanted to cry.
He gripped He Mu's clothes tightly and looked up, searching for his direction.
He Mu put his arm around his shoulder and whispered, "I'll help you now, just bear with it for a little while, okay?"
Hearing the voice, he curled his fingers but did not answer.
Soon, he felt a cold touch on his waist, which made his body tense up.
Am I going to be petted?
He instinctively hugged He Mu tightly, buried his face in his neck, and began to breathe heavily with nervousness.
But... the person touching him is the mountain god, so there's no need to be wary of him. He's his closest family member, and he's here to help him.
Moreover, the mountain god is someone he likes, so no matter what, he will do this in the future.
Thinking this way, Wen Rensheng convinced himself, his body gradually relaxed, and his breathing slowed down.
His scattered consciousness finally refocused, and he felt the coolness of He Mu's fingers travel down his chest, across his waist and abdomen, and finally touch him.
Upon hearing the voice, she trembled as if electrocuted and let out a nervous whimper.
But soon, the fear and anxiety were replaced by a wave of pleasure. He buried himself in Mu's arms, feeling his movements, and breathing in small gasps.
It's even more exciting than touching a tail.
My body temperature kept rising until I was almost completely numb.
"ha……"
Hearing the voice, his eyes filled with tears, blurring his vision. He instinctively pressed his face against He Mu's neck, moaning softly.
He Mu stroked him very gently, even a little too gently, so that his feelings were not quite there. But when he heard the voice, he couldn't bring himself to say anything like "hurry up" and could only bite his lip and endure it.
But since it's someone you like touching you, your body reacts very sensitively and honestly.
Within minutes, Wen Rensheng trembled and died in He Mu's hands.
His eyes were somewhat dazed, and as he savored the afterglow, he couldn't help but lower his head to secretly glance at He Mu's hand.
The sticky white discharge clung to Mu's fingers, slowly sliding down his knuckles, looking absolutely awful.
He dared not think about what Mu was feeling or how he viewed him. He only felt ashamed to death, and his whole body was like a pot of boiling water, constantly emitting white smoke.
"…………"
Hearing voices, he turned around and buried his eyes again.
That's so embarrassing.
*
Perhaps because it was the first time she had been relieved like this, and after fighting with the fox demon, she felt better after hearing human voices for a while and soon fell into a deep sleep.
He Mu carried him back to the waterside pavilion, watched over him for a short rest, and then took him back to the temple at sunset.
Hearing people's voices, he was always very well-behaved.
Even when he had just briefly regained consciousness, he didn't ask or ask any more questions. He just blushed and repeatedly told him, "Don't tell anyone."
They even tried to brainwash him, saying that this is how humans react when they have a fever.
How stupid, who would believe that?
He Mu looked at Wenren Sheng, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, clutching the blankets tightly, and his eyes were filled with a murky color.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, smoothing his hair as he listened to the sound of someone’s voice. “I scared you today.”
The god's loss of control was too sudden. If he hadn't been awakened by human voices in time, he might have continued to hurt people.
Hearing voices, he slept soundly, and after feeling Mu's touch, he even let out a comfortable little snore.
A look of longing appeared in He Mu's eyes as she lowered her head and rested her forehead against his.
"Sheng Sheng," he whispered, "wait for me, okay?"
After so many years of quiet cultivation, this was the first time He Mu had ever felt so lost.
He still had doubts about the Dao Heart and needed more time to think things through.
That night, He Mu did not stay up with Wen Rensheng to sleep.
He quietly closed the door, then took the Lust Killer and headed to the cold pool behind the mountain.
This place is extremely cold, and it is frozen for thousands of miles all year round. Since the sound of people leaving the pass was heard, there have been very few traces of people. Even the mountain god He Mu rarely returns.
He walked slowly to the edge of the icy pool, lowered his eyes and looked down. The still, icy water reflected his pale face.
The depth of his eyes was even paler and more lifeless than the pool of water, a chilling coldness.
After gazing for a while, He Mu flipped his hand, took up his sword, and made a mark on his wrist.
A line of crimson blood instantly poured into the sword groove, then dripped down the blade and seeped into the icy pool, spreading out a red ripple.
He had to confirm it himself.
He Mu stabbed Se Sha into the ice, while he himself fell to his knees in the long-silent, cold pool, staring blankly at his reflection.
A blurry, swaying image slowly emerged from the center of the ripples.
At the center of the image is a bluish-green stone tablet, covered with countless inscriptions, each stroke penetrating three-tenths of an inch deep, almost embedding itself into the core of the tablet.
At the center of the stone tablet, there is a line of three characters with sharp strokes, which is particularly proud and eye-catching. The author has obviously deliberately chosen a feng shui treasure spot so that others can see it at a glance.
Those three words were his old name.
He opened his mouth, but when he looked at the name on the stone tablet, he couldn't say anything.
He had expected retribution, but he never imagined it would come so quickly, leaving him almost no time to catch his breath.
He Mu stayed in the back mountain, kneeling in front of the cold pool, his mind repeatedly recalling the feeling of losing control of his divine power and approaching a state of demonic possession today.
It wasn't until dusk fell and twilight descended that he gradually began to understand some of the reasons behind it.
When mortals believe in God, God believes in His own faith.
A century ago, after ascending to heaven, he resolutely carved his old name on the Monument of Heartlessness to express his determination to forget his past and sever all emotional ties.
I thought this resolve would never change.
But from some point onward, he quietly betrayed the path he had chosen, and every glance he gave Wen Rensheng was tinged with a different hue.
Now, every meridian and every wisp of spiritual energy in his body seems to be struggling to break free and deny the Dao heart he has chosen.
He has been deceiving himself all along, and even blames Wen Rensheng for being young and naive and liking the wrong person.
If such feelings are not extinguished, he will eventually lose his humanity, fall into demonic possession, and ultimately die along with all the beings of Fangze Mountain.
Therefore, whether it's fasting and solitary cultivation or severing all emotions and desires, he must suppress these feelings that affect his Daoist heart, and like his name, carve them on the tombstone of indifference...
Thinking of this, He Mu gritted his teeth and raised his hand to shatter the image in the water.
Water droplets splashed, creating ripples.
or--
He could also erase the name from the inscription, request to be stripped of his divine status, return to being a mortal, and no longer cultivate this heartless path.
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Author's note: This is so subtle, it probably won't get locked, right?
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