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705: Chapter 118: Illuminating the Emptiness of the Five Aggregates 705: Chapter 118: Illuminating the Emptiness of the Five Aggregates The idle clouds in the sky drifted by slowly; beside the ancient courtyard pond, frogs no longer appeared.

Not far from the house’s corridor outside, the binü recruited for duty was nodding off.

Her head suddenly dipped, as if she was about to come back to her senses, but unexpectedly this movement didn’t wake her up from her sleep.

The binü sank back into slumber again.

At this moment, Nagato Tsuruko withdrew her gaze and looked at this older brother who appeared suddenly, and found that he was also looking at her.

Boss Luo put his fingers to his lips, made a small gesture, then smiled faintly.

Nagato Tsuruko, somewhat comprehending, nodded her head, and then crouched back down by the pond’s edge, seemingly very much looking forward to another frog.

The boss stood up, and Nagato Tsuruko, hearing the sound, did not stand up, but crouched there hugging her knees, raising her face to curiously ask, “Are you leaving?” “Can you do something for me?” Luo Qiu gently asked.

Nagato Tsuruko nodded.

A small gift box suddenly appeared on the boss’s palm.

Nagato Tsuruko widened her eyes, filled with curiosity at this magical sight. “Later, someone will come to find you.

Can you help me give this box to him?

However, if you don’t want to give it to him, you don’t have to…

Just follow your own will.

Does that sound okay?”

Nagato Tsuruko nodded her head.

Luo Qiu smiled slightly and sent Tsuruko to Nagato Tsuruko’s side, then looked up at the sakura tree in front of him.

Because it wasn’t spring, it was no different from any ordinary tree. “The sakura petals dancing in the wind are truly beautiful.” “Have you seen it?” “I’ve had the fortune to see it.” Boss Luo slightly bowed to Nagato Tsuruko in parting, “Until we meet again.” …

It was as if in the blink of an eye, this older brother who had appeared suddenly and read to her had already disappeared.

Nagato Tsuruko blinked, looking at the little box already placed by her side.

She picked it up; a rectangular box slightly larger than her palm was very light.

Nagato Tsuruko shook it, finding it seemed empty inside, and quickly set it down again, losing interest.

Just as the mysterious older brother had said, shortly after, indeed someone came to the old courtyard to find Nagato Tsuruko—someone she apparently knew.

Outside the house’s corridor, Nagato Shinji had arrived unnoticed, scolding the binü who was secretly dozing off.

Hearing the sound, Nagato Tsuruko looked over, seeing Nagato Shinji coldly snorting and waving his hand; the binü quickly entered the house in fright.

Afterward, Nagato Shinji walked toward Nagato Tsuruko, expressionless. “Brother Shinji, do you want to play with me?” Nagato Tsuruko blinked and asked.

Nagato Shinji frowned intensely…

He didn’t like Nagato Tsuruko’s existence; all the servants knew she was the illegitimate child left by the affair between Uncle Saburo and Mother’s wife.

To Nagato Shinji, who cared deeply about Nagato House’s reputation, this was unbearable—more unbearable was Lord Nagato occasionally casting glances her way at meals, making Nagato Shinji feel a certain difference.

Nagato Shinji vaguely felt that, in Father’s heart, Nagato Tsuruko’s importance seemed to exceed his own. “Does it still hurt?” Nagato Shinji asked coldly.

Nagato Tsuruko touched her bandaged forehead, then shook her head.

Nagato Shinji whispered an “Mm” and then said in a deep voice, “Remember, don’t tell anyone it was me pushing you down causing your injury, or else I’ll make your life miserable, and you won’t let Ah Xiu’s life be better too!

Understood?!”

Nagato Tsuruko nodded and stood up, “Brother Shinji, play with me.” “Go play on your own!

I have no time to accompany you!” Nagato Shinji dismissed her and left…

Nagato Tsuruko’s injury was unsightly, hence wouldn’t attend the banquet.

But he must attend; it’s an opportunity to get close to Kondo Family Tsukihime.

Nagato Tsuruko watched Nagato Shinji leave, tilted her head slightly, and then looked in another direction, staring for quite some time.

In the direction she viewed, someone unexpectedly emerged from the house corner—a figure clearly that of Mo Xiaofei wearing the ‘Sasaki Kojiro’ guise.

Mo Xiaofei, at this moment, also frowned, gazing around, hesitated briefly, then approached Nagato Tsuruko and asked tentatively, “You knew I was here all along?”

Mo Xiaofei was observing Nagato Tsuruko up close for the first time; before, he only spied from afar—after all, previously he didn’t have Zi Xing, much less the identity of Kondo Family Ashigaru, making it impossible to openly walk within Nagato House.

This little girl appeared excessively adorable, her expression faintly reminiscent of Narukami Haru.

But thinking of Narukami Haru’s insane, terrifying appearance in the dungeon now, Mo Xiaofei found it hard to associate Nagato Tsuruko with Narukami Haru…

He recalled Zi Xing’s suggestion.

If getting Nagato Saburo into the dungeon wasn’t feasible, just bring Nagato Tsuruko there too.

Now, nobody’s around should I or…?

Mo Xiaofei’s gaze fluctuated with uncertainty…

Capturing Nagato Saburo required quite an effort, but such a small child like Nagato Tsuruko…

Besides, right now, nobody’s around!

Amid hesitant deliberation, Mo Xiaofei’s eye inadvertently caught something behind Nagato Tsuruko.

Looking instinctively, he realized it was merely a ubiquitous gift box, scolding himself for being overly nervous…

No, how can there be such a gift box here!

Yan Wuyue World may be an alternative timeline but clearly ancient times, how could such modern gift boxes appear here…

The packaging method, and the ribbons were modern artifacts!

While Mo Xiaofei felt an overwhelming shock, Nagato Tsuruko swiftly picked up the box from the ground, cradling it in her arms, then retreated a step before Mo Xiaofei. “I…

I have no ill intentions!” Mo Xiaofei, like a cold water immersion, felt Nagato Tsuruko’s vigilant gaze and slowed his voice, “Can you let me see your box?

It… it could be crucial for me!

Please, let me take a look, okay?”

Nagato Tsuruko shook her head and retreated another step. “Give it to me!” Mo Xiaofei, overwhelmed by sudden impulse, sternly shouted…

This modern item out of place here might be the key to unraveling the time reset enigma!

Nagato Tsuruko turned and ran, Mo Xiaofei panicked, abandoning explanations, pursuing directly.

Ahead was the small pond; Nagato Tsuruko inadvertently lost footing and fell into the water…

She was choking!

Mo Xiaofei froze, feeling chilled to the core…

What am I doing!!

Ignoring the chilling sensation, he leaped into the pond, grateful it wasn’t deep, thankfully retrieving Nagato Tsuruko and bringing her ashore. “What’s that sound…

Who are you!

What are you doing to Miss Tsuruko!

Help!!!”

The binü, after being scolded by Nagato Shinji and returning inside, heard the noise and rushed out, calling frantically upon seeing the situation.

Seeing things escalate, Mo Xiaofei dashed to the binü, promptly knocking her out…

He looked at the drowning unconscious Nagato Tsuruko, and the binü he knocked out, leaned helplessly against the railing, his face fraught with horror, “Is this me… is this really me?” …

When Zi Xing returned quietly to her arranged residence at Nagato House, dismissing the maid impersonating her, she opened a door and walked into the bedroom.

Just entering, Zi Xing frowned.

She saw Mo Xiaofei slumped as if soulless against the wall.

Hearing the movement, Mo Xiaofei stirred, akin to walking dead, making Zi Xing sense an ominous atmosphere, “What happened, Lord Mo?” “Could you… could you help change her clothes?” Mo Xiaofei gestured to his side.

Nagato Tsuruko lay there on a futon, wet, looking still unconscious. “You change her clothes, I’ll come back.” Mo Xiaofei suddenly stood, “Yes, you change her clothes, I’ll wait outside, call me once done!”

He swiftly exited the bedroom, the sliding door’s motion appeared forceful to Zi Xing.

Zi Xing frowned, hesitating outside this ancient-style paper door, then sighed softly; she knew Mo Xiaofei lingered outside, likely finding a seat somewhere nearby.

Some strange syllables began emitting from her mouth, forming a continuous stream like gentle rain, ultimately reaching Mo Xiaofei’s ears.

Gradually, Mo Xiaofei became lost in thought…

He slowly closed his eyes, and shortly after, it seemed as if his consciousness was exiled somewhere… vast, free.

After a long while, Mo Xiaofei exhaled deeply, as if expelling all the impurities from his lungs.

He only felt his consciousness become exceptionally clear, like the comfortable feeling after a restful sleep. “What were you reciting just now?”

Zi Xing had already come out early from inside, now sitting cross-legged not far from him, meditating with closed eyes.

Zi Xing did not open his eyes, simply saying indifferently: “Just a passage from the ‘Mahāprajñāpāramitā Sutra’ in Sanskrit, that’s all.

You were too tired, so I wanted you to rest for a while.

It seems quite effective now.” “Thank you.” Mo Xiaofei took a deep breath, his gaze becoming determined once again, then began to recount what he had encountered.

For a long time. “So, the box disappeared, did it?” Zi Xing was more concerned with the matter of the modern box which shouldn’t have appeared, saying nothing about Mo Xiaofei’s state… even if his spirit became somewhat unstable again while recounting the incident. “Correct, I thought it had fallen into the pond, searched for a long time, and couldn’t find it.” Mo Xiaofei shook his head with a look of disappointment.

Zi Xing pondered for a moment and suddenly said: “The time for the banquet is about right; we should get moving.

Since Nagato Tsuruko has been brought here, might as well capture Nagato Saburo too…

If we can solve the problem in one go, we shouldn’t miss the chance.” “I know what to do.” Mo Xiaofei nodded, “Nagato Saburo, I’ll capture him, don’t worry!

By the way, there’s one more thing…” “Please tell!” “Can you teach me that Heart Sutra passage from earlier?” … …

Zhuifeng was very skeptical about whether he had come to the wrong place…

There wasn’t any Zaodao Village here at all, otherwise, with this Demi-Demon’s body having wandered around for most of the day, not seeing a single silhouette was surely too unnatural…

Clearly, this is a wilderness area? “What is that?”

Suddenly, an oppressive feeling instinctively furrowed Zhuifeng’s brow.

He unconsciously raised his head to look at the sky, only to see large shadows sweeping across, accompanied by thick dark clouds!

He could sense different strong monster’s aura heading in a particular direction! “This… this seems to be going in the direction of that dead woman’s shrine?”

Zhuifeng’s mind raced, then glanced at the light sphere opened from the box—this thing couldn’t be chased away and kept following him, seemingly without malice, rather it seemed quite spiritual. “Do you think I should go check it out?” Zhuifeng subconsciously asked the strange light sphere.

But the thing just floated quietly beside him, without any response at all.

Zhuifeng shook his head, ignored it, and stealthily followed in the direction of the large shadows. …

Below the sky of dark clouds, an imperial chariot held aloft by tens of monster was already at a standstill.

Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, one of the Three Nobles, quietly awaited—the appointed time with Amaterasu and Susanoo-no-Mikoto from his shrine was nearly upon them.

But evidently, the other two Nobles hadn’t yet arrived. “Divine Lord, hasn’t Amaterasu and Susanoo-no-Mikoto shown too little respect by not arriving yet?”

The concubine beside him said rather indignantly.

Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto just smiled faintly, saying indifferently: “Amaterasu governs all gods of Takamagahara, many spread out in all directions, gathering them at once is naturally troublesome.

As for Susanoo-no-Mikoto, his shrine is far overseas.

These two are not like me; in the Land of Night the door opens to the current world, give them time…

Susanoo-no-Mikoto has arrived.”

Saying this, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto stepped out of his palanquin, looking at the vast distant swathes of red glow, leading the way was none other than the blood-red as his attire Susanoo-no-Mikoto, and naturally behind him were the offshore Devil Ghosts.

Amaterasu governs the gods, all beings might ascend to divine spirits although varying in quality, the sheer quantity suffices.

Susanoo-no-Mikoto’s subordinates mostly consisted of man-eating Devils, fierce and combative.

As for Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto himself, he retained the souls of powerful samurai and monsters for reincarnation in the Land of Night, a path of elites. “Tsukuyomi, I’m here!”

In the sky, Susanoo-no-Mikoto’s voice buzzed, rumbling like thunder.

On the ground, from amidst Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto’s formation, the hitherto bowed Shuten Doji suddenly lifted his head, glaring at the crimson above, eyes cold and fleeting, before lowering them indifferently and closing his eyes once more.

But at this moment, a beam of light broke through the dark clouds above, and from the high sky, numerous golden glowing figures filled with divine power started descending rapidly.

Leading them, naturally, was the goddess of light and the sun, the ruler of Takamagahara, Amaterasu-ōmikami. “Hmph!

Amaterasu, you finally arrived!” Susanoo-no-Mikoto snorted coldly, a greeting nonetheless. “How many gods did sister bring this time?” Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto smiled slightly.

Among the Three Nobles, Amaterasu was born first; addressing her as sister wasn’t inappropriate…

Unlike Susanoo-no-Mikoto far overseas, his relationship with Amaterasu was somewhat better—yet only friendly only upon meeting. “Since everyone is present…” Susanoo-no-Mikoto’s eyes flashed with coldness, then stared at the land below, “I want to see how the Evil Demon dares to steal Mother God’s world!”

Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto was momentarily taken aback, somewhat puzzled by Susanoo-no-Mikoto’s words, yet said nothing and also looked down, “What is strange about this so-called Zaodao Village…

It looks like just a field of ruins.”

Below, within the small place surrounded by mountains, clearly fallen buildings, overgrown weeds, and deserted areas, it was long ago a wasteland of ruins! … …

Though vaguely sensing his Boss was on the route in that direction.

But Da Zhe didn’t possess the extraordinary ability to casually toss people overseas like Boss…

He could only run himself.

Is this thing really tasty?

Constant traveling was not ideal, although his body didn’t feel very tired, mentally it was somewhat taxing.

Da Zhe casually found a city, now sitting in front of a teahouse, eating a green dumpling with a face of disdain. “Forget it, seems not urgent anyway, I’ll just dawdle my way back…

Every time force-fed dog food, soon enough, I will have no more friends!” Da Zhe opened his mouth wide, swallowing a dumpling. “Da Zhe, you’re here!”

The voice suddenly appearing…

Da Zhe’s expression slightly changed, just barely swallowing the dumpling he had entered into his mouth, almost choking—good thing he didn’t. “You Ye!” Da Zhe quickly set the food down and stood up, “How did you…”

Heard or not…

The Maid just smiled gently, “Come with me for a trip, for this transaction’s content, the master said he would have me assist you in completing it.” “Where’s Boss?” Da Zhe asked curiously. “The master is, of course, doing what he likes, we only need to fulfill the master’s instructions, no need to ask too much at all.” You Ye smiled, then gently traced a line in front, the space instantly split open with a seam visible.

The Maid reached out, pulling it open like curtains, stepped through quickly, and gestured for Da Zhe to follow.

Witnessing such unimaginable ability, Da Zhe couldn’t help but think slyly… suppressing one of the two divine beings against Yan Wuyue actually… would be a task as simple as a sneeze for this maid sister?

On him, the Zhan Lu he wore buzzed resonantly.

Da Zhe glanced downward, with a dumpling in one hand and a muffled voice, “What?

You say you could easily accomplish this too?

Then swallow the stick!

Stop pretending as if it’s lethal?”

Da Zhe shook his head, flicking the key-like Zhan Lu gently as if flicking a child’s nose, then casually left some money robbed from a bandit on the way, and bowed his head, entering the seam.