Chapter 3 Faceless Man

Author: Kindergarten leader

Chapter 3 Faceless Man

Practitioner...?

Mo Qingchu has been waiting for this day for a long time.

The village chief looked at him, sighed slightly, and said, "Xiao Mo, have you really thought about it? Do you really want to practice?"

Mo Qingchu nodded and said firmly: "Yes!"

The village chief looked at Mo Qingchu with his featureless face for a long time, and finally just said: "You still can't let go of what happened four years ago?"

Mo Qingchu responded with silence.

Four years ago, as soon as he traveled to this world, he encountered evil spirits and massacred people in Mojia Village.

He didn't know what this kind of evil spirit was called. From a distance, it looked like a black mist, sucking up all living creatures wherever it floated.

Mo Qingchu watched as villagers turned into mummies, but at that time, he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

I had just traveled through time and was still in a very confused and confused state.

Until...this black mist came in front of him!

A woman yelled his name, and then forcefully pushed Mo Qingchu away, who was staying on the spot. She was sucked out of all life by this black mist.

Later, after merging the memory of the original owner, he realized that this woman was the mother of this body.

His and Mo Shuli's mother.

In fact, this black fog is raging in the village and no one can escape.

But the woman still pushed her child away and chose to delay it for a while with her own life.

It seems to be a certain death situation for everyone, but what if it happens?

——What if.

The woman gave everything she had in exchange for this [in case].

But despite this, a small cloud of black mist still touched Mo Qingchu's forehead.

Then he started to have a splitting headache.

Before he passed out, he vaguely saw his frightened brother Mo Shuli beside him. A dim golden light began to flash between his eyebrows. In fact, the blind man's eyes did not change that much, but at that moment, he

His eyes seemed to have turned into an indescribable indifference.

"Is it a hallucination?" This was Mo Qingchu's last thought before he passed out.

When he woke up, he and Mo Shuli were already in Baijia Village.

It was Uncle Li, the blacksmith, who found the two brothers lying on the ground at the gate of the village, and then the strong man carried them back.

These two poor foreign boys were taken in by Baijia Village.

Later, Mo Qingchu asked the village chief that before he fell into coma, he saw a change in his brother.

The village chief pondered for a moment before giving him the answer: "I guess a practitioner passed by and used the method of cultivation to control Mo Shuli's body and save the two of you."

Mo Qingchu looked at the village chief's blank face and couldn't tell what his expression was when he said these words.

But it was also after that that Mo Qingchu became extremely interested in so-called practitioners.

He always likes to pester the village chief and ask him to tell him stories related to practitioners.

But from what he said, Mo Qingchu could feel that the village chief did not want him to become a practitioner.

According to the village chief, most people do not want their descendants to become practitioners.

"Grandpa Village Chief, why? Aren't practitioners the guardians of this world and the ones who resist evil spirits?"

"Just like the stories you mentioned before, even if a natural disaster occurs, practitioners will always be on the front line." Mo Qingchu was puzzled at that time.

Practitioners have strict internal disciplines and have many restrictions. Even if they have power beyond ordinary people, they are not superior to all living beings.

In Mo Qingchu's concept, these practitioners are more like the ancient fairy tales on earth. The practitioners in them all take protecting the common people as their own duty, rather than doing it for their own selfishness like the fairy puppet dramas in recent years.

, falling in love will destroy everything.

The faceless man village chief looked at Mo Qingchu and said: "Yes, practitioners have many titles, such as protector of the Tao, helper of the world, slayer of demons..."

"But do you know what many other people call them?"

"What?"

"The craziest lunatic in the world, unpredictable disasters, potential evil spirits..." the village chief said solemnly.

"Why?" Mo Qingchu was even more confused.

The village chief answered patiently: "Practitioners do have more power than us ordinary people."

"Even the most humble cultivator has power that ordinary people cannot match."

"However, to gain power, you must pay a price."

Mo Qingchu couldn't help but repeat: "Is it the price?"

The village chief nodded and continued: "For example, some practitioners have to endure bone-piercing pain every full moon night until the sun rises."

"For example, some practitioners are still in their prime, but their faces are wrinkled, their hair is gray, and their life span is short. Every time they use magic power, they are overdrawing their life."

"Different practitioners may not necessarily have the same symptoms, but they all have their own price to pay."

Mo Qingchu said in astonishment: "Without exception?"

The village chief replied firmly: "Without exception."

His tone was firm, as if this was an iron rule known to everyone.

"But what does this have to do with the craziest lunatic in the world, unpredictable disasters, potential evil spirits...?" Mo Qingchu asked.

The village chief said: "The costs I mentioned above generally come from the human body."

"The more powerful a practitioner is, the more likely it is that problems will arise here." The village chief raised his finger and pointed at his head.

"Once a powerful practitioner goes crazy, do you think he is worthy of these titles?" said the faceless village chief.

Mo Qingchu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that practicing cultivation could actually make people go crazy.

"Since ancient times, among those who have advanced in cultivation, not even one in ten will die well."

Although Mo Qingchu couldn't see the village chief's expression, he could hear a bit of sadness in his tone.

He could probably guess what the village chief meant by not ending well.

When a practitioner goes crazy, the outcome that awaits him is probably... to be killed by other practitioners!

Obviously, the practitioners in this world are different from what Mo Qingchu imagined.

And precisely because of the various shortcomings of spiritual practice, the village chief felt that Mo Qingchu was interested in spiritual practice because of what happened four years ago.

After all, four years ago, the place where he grew up and all his relatives and friends were slaughtered by evil spirits.

Hatred of evil spirits is the reason and motivation for many people to become practitioners.

However, Mo Qingchu did not give the village chief a positive response to what happened four years ago.

After chatting with the village chief for a while, Mo Qingchu resigned.

Before leaving, he did not forget to put the sickle that the blacksmith Uncle Li asked him to bring to the village chief on the shelf.

The old village chief, who was leaning on a crutch, looked at Mo Qingchu's back as he turned away, then glanced at the sickle on the shelf, his eyes gradually becoming trance-like.

Older people tend to lose focus suddenly.

………

………

After leaving the old village chief's home and giving the scissors to Aunt Sun on the way, Mo Qingchu went home.

On the way home, he walked briskly and was obviously in a good mood.

"The practitioners are coming. Finally, practitioners are coming to Baijia Village." Mo Qingchu clenched his fists slightly.

By the time he got home, it was already noon.

"Brother, you're back." Mo Shuli was blind but had good hearing.

"Well, I'm going to steam buns for you right now." He said.

"I'm really a little hungry." Mo Shuli started to ramble again: "I only drank some white porridge in the morning, and then took two bites..."

Mo Qingchu didn't even listen carefully, he just glanced at his brother's shadow.

I saw his shadow making the gesture of eating with chopsticks, as if conveying a message: "Brother, I'm hungry, I need rice."

Mo Qingchu smiled and started steaming the buns.

One of the brothers is blind and the other has eye problems.
To be continued...