Why are his hands so hot?
On the back mountain, Mo Xue was pulling out the grass on the ground angrily. When Wei Si came, he had already pulled out all the grass on a small lawn. All the grass on it had died, leaving only dark brown soil.
"Why don't you try again?" He thought Mo Xie was angry about what happened in class today, but he said:
"He looked at me today."
Wei Si's mind was confused for a moment, "Huh?"
"During training today, when Bai Linchuan created that ball of snow, everyone was looking at him, but I clearly saw him glance at me."
"So... then what?"
"Do you know what his eyes looked like? He wasn't surprised, indifferent, or angry. He was curious and confused."
Wei Si thought again and again, then shook his head, "Why do you say that?"
Mo Xue sat up. "Everything went smoothly for him, without any setbacks. His cultivation was especially smooth. He didn't understand why some people encountered things they couldn't accomplish. He was naturally indifferent and didn't understand suffering. So he instinctively felt that people like you, like sparrows and mayflies, were short-sighted. Why did you hustle and bustle all day long, working so hard for such unimportant things in life?"
Wei Si slowly hummed, digesting Mo Xue's long speech, "So what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to do something great." Mo Xue raised his finger and pointed to the sky:
"I'll bring this proud son of heaven down from his pedestal. Do you think he'll still be so calm and composed?"
“…”
Wei Si's face was full of questions. "No, let's not talk about whether this is a good thing or not. Let's just say, how did you pull him down from the altar?"
Mo Xue lay down with his hands under his head, his legs lifted up. "He's already taken the bait. I guess he's trying to figure out what my purpose is and is trying every possible way to get close to me."
He raised an eyebrow at Wei Si, "Just wait and see."
Wei Si was still confused and asked again, "That's still not right. Why are you trying so hard to pull him down from the altar? It won't benefit us."
Unexpectedly, Mo Xue looked at the clouds floating in the wind and replied, "It's fun."
Wei Si: “…”
On the second day, a misty drizzle fell all day long, and the air became damp and sticky. The trees in the distance were lush and green, and the fragrance of grass mixed with water vapor came in from outside the door. The great master was chattering on and on about the book, and the disciples were as drowsy and groggy as the sky.
"Today, we'll continue our discussion of the uses of spiritual energy. Talismans, as they're called, use your hand as a pen and spiritual energy as ink. The spiritual energy is channeled onto the talisman paper, and then released when needed. Skilled talisman masters can even create their own seal talismans, as you can see on the back page. Common talismans include water talismans, fire talismans, and musical notes..."
The master repairman's voice passed by like the sand in the hourglass, leaving no trace.
The rain had just stopped when it began to fall, and many puddles had accumulated on the path in the woods. When you stepped on it, the mud and water instantly mixed and became turbid.
Bai Linchuan pointed to a mud pit and asked the weasel to jump in.
The weasel squatted on Bai Linchuan's shoulder and looked at him with its head tilted.
"Go down and get a little dirty." Bai Linchuan ordered.
The weasel blinked and looked up at the tree in the sky.
Bai Linchuan sighed sadly. He didn't expect that he would fail here. He overestimated the intelligence of a spirit beast. It couldn't even understand what he was saying, let alone let it monitor and approach Mo Xue.
But, fortunately, he had another better plan.
He cut off a strand of hair and used his blood essence as a guide, and an identical weasel appeared in his hand.
The weasel on the shoulder had its eyes shining. Seeing its companion wanted to go down and play, Bai Linchuan caught it in time and put it into the treasure bag.
The weasel in his hand glanced at Bai Linchuan and jumped into the mud pit, staining its white fur with muddy water.
After doing all this, Bai Linchuan disappeared into the woods.
Soon, two footsteps were heard from behind, one was brisk, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and the other was steady with a regular rhythm.
The weasel looked at the two people walking towards it with its bright eyes.
Mo Xue held a grass stem in his mouth and stepped on a puddle.
Wei Si hid far away from him and suddenly said, "Hey, isn't this the eldest brother's pet?"
Mo Xue raised his feet in time and looked at the watery black eyes in the puddle in front of him. His body was covered in white and mud. He squatted down and said, "It's true."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and swirled it around in the muddy water twice, stirring up the sediment underneath. He then raised his hand and stroked the weasel again and again, making the little thing completely dirty.
He laughed mischievously and said, "How did you become a mud rat?"
"Mo Xue," Wei Si said angrily, "The ferret is agile and very clean. Can you check if it's injured?"
Mo Xue picked it up. The little thing was unusually not afraid of people. Its body was as soft as noodles, and its two mud-colored ears drooped.
Mo Xue spat out the grass stems, only to see a body of mud, "You can't tell this."
"Then let's return it to Senior Brother quickly." Wei Si suggested.
"Hmm?" Mo Xie asked, "Why should I give it to him?"
From above, a cold voice came, "This is my spirit pet."
Mo Xie raised his head and looked at Bai Linchuan. He had a look of anger on his face and stretched out his hand towards Mo Xie impatiently.
Mo Xue stood up holding the spirit pet, not caring about the dirt. He held it in his arms, his clothes soaked with mud. He asked, "What does the eldest brother's spirit pet look like?"
"You ask even though you already know the answer." Bai Linchuan replied.
He continued, "Oh, it's the one I saw last time. Senior Brother's spirit pet is just like Senior Brother, all white. But look at this one." He held up the dirty ferret and smacked his lips. "It really doesn't look like it. Did Senior Brother form a bond with his spirit pet?"
Bai Linchuan clenched his fists and said, "It's not too late yet."
Mo Xue looked concerned: "Tsk, that's troublesome, do you have any evidence to prove that it's yours?"
He raised his rebellious eyebrows and looked at Bai Linchuan.
"This is my spiritual pet, the only one on the mountain. It's not the rat you're talking about. Stop your nonsense and quibbling!"
He finished speaking in one breath, his face ashen, his brows tightly furrowed, his chest heaving up and down, obviously he was very angry.
The disciples passing by all looked over. Under the gazes of countless people, Mo Xue frowned, "Well... well, whatever Senior Brother says is what it is. After all, I took your sword away before..."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and reached out to hand over the dirty weasel. Mud and water dripped down the weasel's fur.
The four or five disciples around looked at each other in confusion, "What's going on?"
"It seems that the eldest brother said that the spirit beast in Mo Xue's hand was his and insisted that he return it to him."
"Ah, is there any evidence? A pact?"
"have no idea……"
The two people who were whispering suddenly fell silent. It was Bai Linchuan who turned his head and looked over. His once calm features were filled with arrogance and anger. He gritted his teeth and said to Mo Di:
"You win."
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and left angrily.
As he turned around, his eyes, which were filled with anger like wildfire, suddenly dropped and turned into icebergs again. He glanced back and strode away.
Wei Si waved his hands to disperse the people around him, "Go away, go away."
Mo Xue held the spirit weasel in his arms, their eyes met, "Look, your father thinks you're dirty and doesn't want you anymore. From now on, follow me."
Wei Si complained, "...Mo Xie, please behave like a human being."
Mo Xue went back with the spoils of victory, shaking his head.
Bai Linchuan lived behind Beishan, which was separated from Nanshan by a hill. His courtyard was unique and quiet. There was a grand plum tree that had not yet bloomed, and a small path led directly to the top of the mountain.
At this moment, he was sitting upright, meditating under a tree. He gathered spiritual energy with his hands and spread it in front of him. The spirit weasel was made up of his original body, and with his essence and blood as a guide, he could communicate with it telepathically.
The spiritual energy turned into a circle, rising and falling like water waves in the middle. A piece of black shirt with a white background stained with mud and water was heard, and soon there was a sound.
"Aren't you afraid that Bai Linchuan will retaliate against you?" It was Wei Si who spoke.
"If he wanted revenge, he would have done it long ago."
"But you stole his sword and his spirit pet. He wasn't this angry even when you stole his sword last time."
Mo Xuetiao's eyebrows raised and he said "Oh", with the ending tone rising, "Maybe this is what Bai Linchuan wants."
"What's the meaning?"
Bai Linchuan's hands suddenly wrinkled his clothes.
Mo Xie shook his head. "I don't know." The screen showed Mo Xie's face. He grabbed the spirit weasel and held it up, looking left and right. "It's just such a small thing. I wonder what it's used for?"
Bai Linchuan let go of his hand and regained his calm. He knew and saw through his plan, but he didn't know that he already knew that he saw through his plan.
Lingwei had black eyes on his dirty face as he looked at Moxue, begging for sympathy.
Just as Mo Xue was about to let go, Wei Si suddenly said, "This creature is a spirit weasel, it feeds on spirit stones."
Mo Xue's expression became even more determined.
"But it's so big now, it should be able to find it by itself."
Mo Xue immediately turned his head to look at him, "You mean, this little thing will steal other people's spirit stones."
Wei Si looked at Mo Xue helplessly, "It's just a small spirit beast. If you don't plan to take it in, you can make some money by selling it down the mountain. There's no need to throw it away. There are many evil spirits in the Evil Valley in the back mountain. It's been uneasy these past few days and it's very dangerous. Shall we go ask them tomorrow?"
Mo Xie put the weasel on the ground and said, "No, I want to keep it. Just imagine how much...wealth someone like Bai Linchuan must have." Mo Xie smacked his lips.
The weasel blinked, turned its neck nimbly, and looked at the straight jaw carved by Mo Xuedao.
"Okay, now that things have come to this, I have to at least keep you here to see what the use is." Mo Xue picked it up.
The soil was almost dry, and pieces of it were stuck to it. Even Mo Xiao made a few "tsk tsk" sounds of disgust.
He brought out a basin, filled it with warm water, and put the little guy in.
Mo Xue scooped clean water onto the animal and rubbed the mud off its face. The weasel didn't move and let him wash it.
After washing its face, Mo Xue looked at its fair little face and couldn't help but say, "I have to say, it's really well-behaved. No wonder Bai Linchuan likes it so much."
His rough, hot hands caressed her, his fingers flexibly kneading her body from head to toe.
Suddenly, the next moment, the weasel flew out of his hand, kicked over the basin, and splashed mud and water on his face.
“!”
“Hmm!”
Bai Linchuan's eyes suddenly widened. The strange feeling in his body made him feel uncomfortable and offended. He immediately cut off the screen and severed the connection, but the intricate connection still existed.
He took out the scroll and flipped through it frantically, finally finding the sentence that the master had missed: The transformed objects will be inextricably linked to your own body, and even the five senses will be connected.
The scroll fell to the ground, and the pages were rustling in the wind.
Bai Linchuan's Adam's apple moved, his eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and his heartbeat accelerated out of control.
He quickly adjusted his breathing, straightened his back and sat in meditation, exhaled, trying to dispel the feeling. He tried to calm down, but his body became hotter and hotter, and a ball of fire gradually climbed up to the bottom of his eyes and the tips of his ears.
He began to recite the Pure Land Sutra, which he had not needed since he was fifteen.
The clear is the source of the turbid, the moving is the foundation of the still...
If one can always let go of desires, his mind will be at peace, and if one can clear his mind, his spirit will be clear.
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How come his hands are so hot?
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