Xiao Zhuo was stunned. The face in front of him was half normal human, and half covered in black, uneven, as if it had been gnawed by something, like a demon crawling out of hell.
Mo Huaiyu pointed to half of his face, revealing a maniacal laugh, "See that? Do you think there's still a shore I can return to?"
Upon seeing this attire, the old monk's face was filled with complex emotions. He hurriedly chanted "Amitabha" a few times, "How could this be?"
"Ha, these are all the costs I pay for feeding my precious babies."
Mo Huaiyu released his hand, and his hair fell down, obscuring half of his face, which was hard to describe.
He slowly walked to the balcony, reached into the jar and took out a few insects that were still crawling. Without even looking at them, he put them in his mouth.
A crunching sound came from his mouth, probably the sound of an insect's shell being chewed up.
"Oh, would you like some? It's very nutritious."
Xiao Zhuo couldn't hold back any longer, even the smile that was always on his lips disappeared. Mo Huaiyu's actions had made him extremely irritable. "Hand over Luo Jiu's corneas."
"Cornea?" Upon hearing this, Mo Huaiyu finally turned his gaze to Xiao Zhuo.
"You came here for this?"
He glanced at Xiao Zhuo, "I still have a great use for it, I can't give it to you." Then he turned around and continued to fiddle with his bottles and jars.
"Don't even think about hitting me. Now that you're in here, I'm capable of making sure you leave here lying on your back."
Just as Xiao Zhuo's long-suppressed emotions were about to burst forth, a pair of slightly weathered hands patted him, signaling him to calm down.
“Xuanyu, I know you resent me. So…”
"Resent you? Yes, I hate you. So, all my ambitions are directed at you?"
Mo Huaiyu looked up at him and couldn't help but smile. "I won't."
“I don’t just resent you. I resent that even when you’re lazy, many of your fellow disciples keep it from you. I resent that you can become the abbot’s disciple just by sleeping in. As for me, I’ve worked hard for over ten years and have gained nothing.”
“I know you probably look down on this position, but I hate it. I hate the injustice of this world, I hate its favoritism. Why is it that what I desperately wanted ends up in the hands of someone who is inferior to me in every way?”
A hint of obsession flashed in Mo Huaiyu's eyes as he kept turning the herbs, which had already been crushed into ink, over and over in his hands, clearly already caught in a trance.
"So... I'm going to destroy... destroy all of this, then we won't have to worry about this anymore, and we can go back to how things were before."
"Yuan Kong, don't you think so?"
Mo Huaiyu stared blankly at the old monk, trying to speak in the softest voice possible.
"What do you want to destroy?" The old monk paused, recalling the prophecy from last night, a sense of unease welling up in his heart.
"Heh, you should have guessed it by now, right?" He stared at the crawling insect in his hand with a fascination, a smile playing on his lips.
“I’ve been waiting for over a decade, waiting for my precious baby to be successfully raised…” He suddenly pointed at the person in front of him and murmured, “You, and him, none of you will escape.”
"Since this world is so disgusting, why should you all be able to enjoy its kindness? Perhaps..."
"Then let's all perish together."
"Do you really intend to use witchcraft on the Emperor?"
The usually calm and composed old monk couldn't help but lose his composure. He could convince himself that the sage's prophecy had been wrong, but the feeling of being abruptly pulled back to reality was simply too unbearable.
The emperor is the symbol of a country and a regime, the faith of all people. He could not imagine the immense disaster that the emperor's mysterious death would bring to the dynasty.
Seeing the old monk's expression, Mo Huaiyu felt a sense of pleasure in his heart, which had been tormented by pain and suffering for so long.
I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me!
Beneath Mo Huaiyu's dark pupils lay a heart that had already been corrupted.
A giant beast was bound to his heart, constantly consuming his inner self. The one who remained was no longer the young novice who did his homework with the old monk and went up the mountain to fetch water together.
What remained was a gluttonous beast without conscience, disguised as Mo Huaiyu.
Clearly, the old monk had also come to terms with the situation. A struggle flashed in his eyes, and in the end, he could only stand up and bow to Mo Huaiyu.
“Donor Mo, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore.”
With a simple "Don't bother me," the old monk bid farewell to the two young novices with whom he had shared a deep childhood bond, and also to Xuan Yu, who had been willing to cover for him and help him slack off.
He could no longer convince himself that Mo Huaiyu could turn back, nor could he allow himself to become an accomplice to evil. Since that was the case, he would let go, letting the past fade into nothingness.
"Oh."
Mo Huaiyu paused, a struggle flashing in his eyes before finally settling into calm.
While the two were talking, Xiao Zhuo kept observing their surroundings. He knew that Mo Huaiyu had gone to such great lengths, and he wouldn't give up so easily. The most urgent task was to find the carefully raised Gu worm.
Looking around, the old, dilapidated wooden cabin exudes a cold, damp atmosphere, and its walls are covered with rock-clinging ferns and green ferns.
Gu worms prefer shade, so Mo Huaiyu must have placed them in a dark place like the corner of a wall. But the corner of the wall is full of bottles and jars, so where exactly are they?
Suddenly, Xiao Zhuo noticed something unusual at the corner of the table. The green fern was yellowish-brown, but it was surrounded by lush, vibrant greenery…
We have no choice but to take a gamble.
Before anyone could notice, Xiao Zhuo reached out and snatched the jar. Then, he held a brightly colored Gu worm between his fingers.
Seeing this, Mo Huaiyu completely lost it.
"Give it back to me!"
His brows furrowed deeply, his eyes filled with ruthlessness, and several veins bulged on his face, making his already terrifying face even more hideous.
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, knocking all the jars around him down with a "bang bang bang" sound.
A rustling sound came from the ground as the Gu worms were released, their colors vibrant yet strangely awe-inspiring.
They slowly, slowly surrounded the two of them.
Mo Huaiyu walked toward Xiao Zhuo, and wherever he went, the Gu worms made way for him.
"You, give it to me."
Xiao Zhuo looked at him and smiled provocatively. Instead, he tightened his grip, and the Gu worm flapped its wings frantically, trying desperately to get rid of him.
Mo Huaiyu's eyes turned red when he saw this.
"If you don't give it to me, don't even think about leaving this room today. If it dies, you'll all be buried with it!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhuo laughed out loud, "To be buried with you? You're not worthy!"
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