Do you need to buy a coffin

Chapter 10

Trade collapsed.

More and more people are coming to Domingo to seek refuge in Taoism.

Even the corridors have become popular locations for floor shops.

Fortunately, the library is a key area within the religious community, and unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter.

Mu Yan hid behind the tall bookshelf, looking at the only spot of light on the floor, where a dead mouse lay.

He moved, and his small, tender hand just covered the mouse's corpse.

Mu Yan blinked slowly, then moved her hand away.

A miracle happened.

The mouse twitched and came back to life.

Perhaps the mouse was happy to be brought back to life, and excitedly scurried around everywhere.

This annoyed Mu Yan.

Mu Yan frowned, and the mouse stopped moving in a spasm.

The room returned to its initial deathly silence, with faint sounds of people coming from outside the window.

It grew increasingly noisy and sensational.

Someone knocked on the door, and Mu Yan reluctantly followed them into the hall.

Another great philanthropist has come to do good deeds.

Domingo always treated people in the same way—"This humble Taoist is so-and-so"—regardless of whether the other party was a person of high status or a commoner.

Mu Yan had caught this trait; he looked at everyone with the same expression—indifferent.

Having spent most of his time in the library, Mu Yan's skin lacked the luster of the sun, appearing pale and resembling malnutrition; his hair also lacked melanin, showing signs of premature graying.

The suffering masses prostrated themselves at the feet of the great benefactor, tears streaming down their faces. Mu Yan had a strange feeling that what caused all this was a drought or flood, rather than a witch-slaying campaign.

He glanced at some of the wounded people, and although he could heal them effortlessly, there was no need to.

He distributed the food in a proper manner, without uttering a word or looking at anyone directly, doing his own thing, and returned to the library to continue his life in the shadows.

Unexpectedly, his quiet behavior attracted someone's attention.

"Little brat."

A strange shout came from above, and Mu Yan lowered his head and walked away.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

Mu Yan continued on her own path.

Then, my shoulder was grabbed.

The other party didn't know their own strength, and Mu Yan felt a sting. She turned around, gave them a cold look, and said coldly, "I'm not called a brat."

The other person gestured to show the height difference between the two and laughed, "Isn't this what you call a kid?"

Mu Yan cleanly and decisively ignored the man's actions and left.

"Hey—I'm calling you—hey—"

A loud voice.

Unable to bear it any longer, Mu Yan stopped and turned to glare fiercely at them, saying, "I won't call you 'hey' either."

"So what's your name?" The other person looked to be in his early twenties and had a roguish smile.

"Yan." That's what everyone calls him here, and Mu Yan is too lazy to add another character to his name.

"You're from this Taoist sect, right? I'm lost, could you help me find my way out?"

Mu Yan silently pointed in a direction.

"Could you please show me the way? It's getting dark, and I'm not familiar with this area."

The other party seemed determined to persist until they agreed, so Mu Yan turned around, took a few steps, glanced at them, and strode ahead.

They escorted him to the door, where the other party's entourage had been waiting for some time.

"Thank you, little brother." From beginning to end, this person always acted like an adult.

Mu Yan felt looked down upon and was very unhappy.

Back in the library, Mu Yan unfortunately stepped on a dead rat.

A door suddenly appeared out of nowhere in one corner of the pavilion.

The next day, Domeiko summoned her disciples.

Mu Yan was taken to an inner room and interrogated.

There is a secret room in the library, and in the secret room there is a wordless book.

He who obtains the heavenly book will rule the world.

"Ridiculous. You've possessed it for so long, how come you haven't conquered the world yet?" Mu Yan said, showing no manners whatsoever.

Domingo was speechless.

Are you suggesting he tell all his disciples that he can't understand the wordless heavenly book? He's a highly respected Taoist priest, devoted to cultivating the Tao and yearning for heaven, yet he doesn't receive heaven's favor?

"Don't change the subject," Domingo snapped, avoiding the previous topic. "What did you do last night?"

Mu Yan ignored him and only answered with what he wanted to say, "It was because of such absurd nonsense that my mother and grandmother ended up like that."

Domingo seemed to realize something, "What...what did you do?"

"I destroyed it." Mu Yan raised his neck, his kneeling posture forcing him to look up at the people present, but everyone only felt that his gaze was arrogant.

The place where he was placed under house arrest was actually the library.

I'm afraid it's best not to air my dirty laundry in public.

With so many people seeking refuge, food was already scarce. For a prisoner, a bowl of white rice a day was already a great kindness.

Friendliness is hypocrisy.

Mu Yan sometimes couldn't understand why Duo Mingzi, a person like him, would risk the world's condemnation to save him, an infant hated by everyone.

Keep in mind that at that time, he was wearing a hat that would very likely make him a wizard in the future.

If things go wrong, Domino could not only ruin her reputation, but also lose her life.

Too.

Hypocritical people are contradictory.

Moonlight dappled through the library's only window, and its only door was quietly opened.

Two nimble figures leaped forward, followed by a person.

The moment Mu Yan saw the person clearly, her mood worsened.

"Come with me." The person who got lost yesterday reached out his hand to him, who was sitting in the corner. "I trust you."

"Believe me about what?" The unpleasant feeling from yesterday returned.

"I believe you. You didn't steal that thing, and you didn't destroy it either."

"On what grounds?"

"Tell me with your own eyes that you didn't do it."

Mu Yan slapped his hand away, "I can stand up by myself."

The other person roughly ruffled his fine, tousled hair. "You stubborn brat."

“I told you, I’m not called Little Ghost.” Mu Yan glanced at the two men in black and handed each of them a packet of powder. “Take these back and soak your feet in water, or your feet will be ruined tomorrow.”

The person whose hand was still on Mu Yan's head chuckled, "So that's how it is."

"So what?" Mu Yan rolled her eyes. "I don't like horseback riding."

"Yes, we have a horse-drawn carriage."

The two men's disjointed conversation left the two black-clad attendants completely bewildered.

As Mu Yan was about to climb into the carriage parked on the back mountain, he was stopped by an old man.

"Young master?" The old man was surprised that his master allowed a little boy to ride in the same carriage.

Mu Yan ignored the old man and comfortably chose a position to lie down, taking up most of the soft cushions in the carriage.

The journey was bumpy.

From the moment he lay down, Mu Yan gripped the corner of the cushion tightly. Every nerve in his body was on edge; he had no idea where this person would take him.

This person simply gave him the most basic trust, and he followed without hesitation.

ridiculous.

How ridiculous.

Mu Yan realized that he was indeed lacking in many things.

For example, this person's name—the name he told us with that thuggish laugh.

It is called seasonal language.

***

A corner of the table was broken off, and a flicker of emotion finally appeared in Mu Yan's usually calm eyes.

Hearing painful sobs, Mu Yan walked out of his uniquely styled villa.

The old tree in the yard was like a torture device; instead of the usual withered vines entwining the old tree, the old tree imprisoned the withered vines.

It was clearly a withered vine that had lost its life, yet it seemed to be alive and on its last breath.

Fujihime's distorted face appeared on the withered vine.

“I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have gone into the secret room, I shouldn’t have seen those memorial tablets, and I shouldn’t have mentioned the person on that tablet.”

"You should remember that you are nothing but a lowly puppet."

Mu Yan did not release Teng Ji; on the contrary, the branches of the old tree pierced the withered vines like sharp cones.